I have mixed feelings in my heart.

It seems that Wang Xian doesn't seem to know what's going on, whether it's her father deliberately hiding it or not, it's all good. If Wang Xian knew, she didn't know how much she would blame herself.

Thinking of this, Dongli bent down to pick up the ridiculous hairpin that took a lot of effort. As soon as she got up, Wang Xian stood in front of him again, she didn't know when she ran back again, and she still had an angry look on her face.

"Give it to me!" Wang Xian stretched out his hand, his eyes fixed on the hairpin.

Dongli handed the hairpin to Wang Xian and smiled.

"I didn't expect to pay for the rest of my life to be quite elegant. Wang Xian was sitting in a small house in the bamboo forest at this time, "It's very beautiful." ”

Dongli came out of the room with a bowl of noodles, "Ben Gongzi cooks it himself, taste it!"

Wang Xian took it, his face turned black after taking a bite, and he had to praise Dongli with a fake smile...... Ahh......h

"Delicious, isn't it? I've been studying cooking lately. ”

"Hehehe...... Delicious and delicious. Wang Xian nodded with difficulty, and she didn't dare to chew the noodles in her mouth......

After eating Dongli's bowl of noodles, Wang Xian was relieved, sat helplessly for a while, turned around and said, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Dongli was stunned, "No." ”

Wang Xian looked at Dongli's deep eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth, and suddenly stepped forward and kissed him on the lips.

For a long time, Dongli's cheeks were flushed, his breath was disordered, and he looked at Wang Xian silently.

At this time, Wang Xian left him and said with a smile: "Now you know how salty your noodles are, right?

Dong Lilen paused for a moment, and immediately reacted, "Ah-it's really a little salty, how did you eat this whole bowl?"

Wang Xian looked at his exaggerated expression and smiled, "I've eaten all the more unpalatable ones in Xiuyun Mountain! ”

Without a word, the wind chimes hanging on the eaves swayed in the breeze and made an ethereal sound.

Wang Xian didn't tell him about the city gate that day, just like Dongli didn't tell her why he lost his demonic power.

"It's okay," Wang Xian sighed deeply, "When you want to talk about it later, tell me later." ”

Dongli lowered his eyelids, "How did you know I was here?"

"Oh, didn't you send the letter?"

"I'm sending a letter?"

Dongli's first thought was Zhan Che's guy, but forget it.

Wang Xian can't leave home for too long, otherwise he will be suspected by Wang Ziliang, and he won't be able to go out at that time.

"Hmph, your dad is really unreasonable. ”

Wang Xian smiled helplessly, "Forget it, this is for you." ”

Dongli stared at the soul whip in Wang Xian's hand and was stunned. Perhaps thinking that the demon couldn't touch the soul whip, Wang Xian also deliberately wrapped the whip handle with a cloth.

"Give it to me?" Dongli took it carefully, this is the Soul Releasing Whip, there are those with low cultivation, the kind that can kill with one whip.

"You have no demon power, and you have made a lot of enemies, so you can deal with those little monsters if you keep it. ”

"Hey...... Thank you, Ah Xian. ”

Wang Xian took out the small hairpin from his arms again, put it on in front of Dongli, shook his head and asked, "Is it good-looking?"

"Beautiful!"

"Louder. ”

"It's good-looking!

Dongli's loud shout startled a burst of birds.

Wang Xian left with a smile and told Dongli that she would come back.

Dongli held the Soul Whip and watched her figure fade away, so distracted that the Soul Whip burned his fingers. Dongli hurriedly pinched the Soul Unloader far away, and went home as carefully as if he was pinching a poisonous snake.

Wang Ziliang's slender and cold fingers stroked the edge of the teacup, looking thoughtful.

He let out a long sigh, "Things are getting a little out of control. ”

A wizard hurriedly stepped forward, "Sir, do you want to send another team of people?"

"He escaped once, and the second time he wouldn't be a threat. But who is this helping him......"

"Isn't it—a demitheon?"

A dark light flashed in Wang Ziliang's eyes, and then went out, "No." The total number of demigods can be as many as there are, but only a hundred. Although it is the bloodline of the ancient gods, now all of them are scattered in the clouds. The demigods have the least concept of mutual assistance, they are very indifferent, and they will not come to the rescue of a fellow clan who has committed a crime. ”

"What does the gentleman think?"

"Unless," Wang Ziliang lifted his eyelids, "he's himself." ”

Wang Ziliang stood up a little tiredly, "Since you can't kill him, let him retreat." Didn't you say love? I want to see how humble he is. ”