One hundred and seventy-one elders of the first sect died

"Don't the people in the clan care?" asked Ming Zheng innocently, his gaze paused with inquiry.

The people in their Demon Sect are single-handedly fighting into the righteous path without changing their faces, do the righteous people dare to break into here single-handedly, the righteous path They have at least three major meetings and five major trials, step by step, and then, there is no then...... Monk Scar shrugged his shoulders and smiled sarcastically.

Ming Zheng only looked at the group of inmates with an extraordinarily silent gaze, and his eyes turned back and forth.

Her lips moved, and she didn't speak again.

After all, it's a half-sized doll, Ming Zheng stayed here all night, was woken up hungry in the middle of the night, his head was full of gurgling sounds from his stomach, and then his eyes were starry and he kept asking the system. System, system, what do you have to eat?

System: The "........." system does not produce food, it is only a porter of knowledge......

Ming Zheng was so hungry that she couldn't sleep, she opened her eyes wide to see the dew dripping down her head, thought about what she said during the day, and then looked at the six people around her quietly, closing her eyes in various postures, Ming Zheng secretly moved her steps, tilted her head and leaned over, she looked up, watching a drop of water the size of a bean fall from her head, and her eyes looked blankly, as if she was looking at Mei to quench her thirst.

Half-sounding, Ming Zheng couldn't help but pile his head over, and instantly his tongue was involved in a taste that he didn't know what, a little bitter, and even a little faint fishy.

Ming Zheng, "........."

Ming Zheng tossed for half a night, and after falling asleep in a daze, it was the next day.

What Ming Zheng didn't know was that when she closed her eyes, Brother Scar suddenly opened her eyes, turned her body to the side slightly, and landed her gaze on Ming Zheng's head, with a mocking sneer on the corner of her mouth.

When I woke up in the morning, my eyes were not fully opened, and the elusive jailer strode towards Ming Zheng with a flattering smile.

So Ming Zheng was invited out by the demon envoy in the sympathetic eyes of everyone.

Ming Zheng was led to a strange palace, and the Dao Demon Envoy below glanced at Ming Zheng, but he still reluctantly retreated to the back.

There was a commotion around her, and she raised her eyes to meet the gaze of the belated Left Protector.

Zuo Protector caught a glimpse of Ming Zheng's expression at this time, as well as the three unkind looking witch doctors following behind her, and her eyes were a little more content.

The chill in Ming Zheng's heart was even worse.

Someone picked up the needle and poked a small hole in the finger of the kite, and then pushed the kiteer down the ladder expressionlessly, the finger of the kiteper hanging on his side was still bleeding, and there seemed to be no half of the people around him, just patronizing and talking at the bottom.

"This child really looks like the young master when he was a child. ”

"Isn't it, it's exactly the same as when the young master was a child......"

Ming Zheng: "........."

Soon, a shrill voice was heard. "The Demon Lord has arrived. ”

Ming Zheng wrung his fingers and stopped, but the sleeves swayed but made a slight sound. She then lowered her eyebrows and shrank cautiously to the side.

"Demon Lord. ”

"Demon Lord. ”

The crowd fell to their knees.

The demon lord was dressed in a black robe and walked over with the left and right protectors expressionlessly.

Ming Zheng knelt down in a daze, and as soon as he raised his head, a shadow fell in front of him.

"Good boy, come to grandpa. The Demon Lord squeezed out a kind smile on his face, and stared at Ming Zheng with a smile.

Ming Zheng: "......" Grandpa, grandpa. Staring at the young face of the demon lord, he was speechless and choked for a while.

It wasn't until this moment that the demon lord lowered his eyes and asked the demon envoy who came up to serve: "How is the young master?"

The demon envoys on both sides saw the demon lord asking, and their expressions were different.

At this moment, the demon envoy suddenly exclaimed, "Lord Demon Lord!"

"Yes, yes........." Suddenly, the magic envoy was speechless with excitement, but looked at Ming Zheng's gaze more respectfully, even with a slight trembling.

Hearing that the tone of the demon envoy changed, everyone probably heard that something was wrong, and they all knew each other, and their expressions were different for a while.

The faces of the people around you are very exciting.

Mingzheng's heart suddenly tightened, she almost didn't speak, she stood quietly for a long time, she was still quite dazed and a little at a loss, and she didn't know what to do. That's okay too.........

Seeing the expression of the demon envoy, even the demon lord was stunned for a long time, and then looked at Ming Zheng with a very complicated gaze. Sure enough, it was the back waves of the Yangtze River that pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach, his son had a deeper mind than him, his methods were more ruthless than him, and his behavior was more romantic than him. The demon lord no longer worries that there is no successor, even a granddaughter.

There was silence for a moment, followed by chaos.

People poured like a tide and surrounded the kite.

Ming Zheng was like a stone on the shore, not moving, his vision was blocked for the most part, and he only lowered his head and looked at his toes, thoughtful.

"Devil Orb. Zuo Protector only looked at her with an extraordinarily silent gaze and said calmly.

The demon lord stared at Ming Zheng Zhouzheng's appearance, took a deep look again, and waved his big hand. "No need, go and ask the young master to come over. ”

The corners of the right protector's mouth bulged out with a sinister smile, looking at the demon lord and wanting to stop talking, but he didn't say anything for a while, the Buddha took a step on the sleeves of the Buddha's coat, and went to invite the young master to come over in person.

Pei Zhenliu's residence, pick a secluded courtyard, the palace where he lived when he was a child was cleaned, but there was a lot of space, he looked a little unhappy, so he moved to the Sanssouci Palace to live, the terrain of Sanssouci Palace is very complicated, ordinary people generally can't find it.

When the right protector entered the door, he was facing a high platform made of stones, and the blood stains were vaguely decorated on it. The right protector didn't even look at it, but walked straight through the edge of the courtyard and looked at the closed door next to it.

Pei Zhenliu's servant Ah Shang was still neither humble nor arrogant when he saw the right protector, but he whispered: "The young master doesn't want to see anyone." ”

The right protector stood outside the door, and only said inside: "Young master, the demon lord is invited." ”

Ah Shang glanced at the right protector and said respectfully. "I'll go and ask the young master. ”

Ah Shang turned and walked towards the porter, his steps fell very lightly, but he still looked very conspicuous when he landed in the unpopular room.

The room was filled with a faint smell of sandalwood, and a few wisps of smoke rose from the gatehouse, and the whole room was like a dream.

Pei Zhenliu was wearing a simple white shirt, sitting cross-legged on the Luohan bed under the window, the sunlight outside fell in front of the attic window, Pei Zhenliu's face was sickly pale, he supported half of his elbows, did not look at it, and asked lightly. "What?"

Ah Shang quietly walked to Pei Zhenliu's side and stared at him expressionlessly: "The demon lord sent someone to spread the word that the demon envoy has news." ”

Pei Zhenliu looked at Ah Shang and did not answer. After a long time, he lifted his eyes lightly, his expression was bleak, and he was too calm. "What do you have to do with me. ”