"Demon Lord. Zhuo Wei floated over from somewhere, and whispered to her in the ear of the wild land.

Wild Lan woke up suddenly, and then turned to look at Zhuo Wei, but his eyes were gloomy.

The man in front of her has delicate facial features, strong muscles, and is obviously her favorite male pet.

Zhuo Wei can become the most proud male pet around her, not entirely on appearance, but more on his own ability to observe words and make suggestions.

At this time, he saw that the wild lan's eyes were dark, so he immediately walked up to him respectfully, lowered his eyes and bowed down, and said, "Demon Lord, do you want to go back and cure the mark on your head first?"

When he mentioned this, he was furious. She has worked hard to get to this point, and her great achievements are all brilliant, and now she is defeated by Xianshan Zun, after all, she is the head of the Six Realms, and she didn't think about it, even a goblin dares to make trouble on her head, and she is still a goblin with no cultivation.

Her eyes gradually showed a gloomy color, although Zhuo Wei was not very pleasing to the eye, she couldn't help but ask him, "Look, what is the identity of the woman who put the mark on me?"

When the words fell, she lifted the eyebrow bangs on her forehead and motioned for Zhuo Wei to identify them.

Zhuo Wei raised his eyes, looked over as she had gotten, and saw that it was a red blood-dripping rose, his eyes darkened, and he thought for a while before he bowed down and slowly spoke, "This mark looks a little like the mark of the demon king." ”

"What?" Ragnar was completely incredulous. She couldn't imagine why the lords of the clan had entered the immortal gate, could it be that the immortals and demons wanted to cooperate?

Zhuo Wei said respectfully: "I heard that Xianshan began to accept the demon clan as disciples, but I didn't expect them to be so arrogant that they would let the people of the demon clan mark in front of the gate of Xianshan, and they are also a demon king." The Demon Clan's unauthorized use of marks is a recognized shame in our Five Realms, and I think ......"

The more he listened to the light, the more gloomy his eyes became, and seeing that Zhuo Wei didn't continue to go down, he glanced at him unhappily, and his voice was cold, "Go down." ”

Zhuo Wei smiled gloomily, and then slowly approached the wild land, and the warm words gently sprayed on her ears, which was extremely sultry.

Listening to the words, the smile on Langlan's lips gradually spread, and when Zhuo Wei finished, he raised his phoenix eyebrows and glanced at him, and his eyes were indulged as usual.

She said softly: "Those who know me, Zhuo Weiye!"

Zhuo Wei was praised, and his courage naturally increased, so he picked up the wild lan and flew towards the demon clan.

Although the wild lan shrank in Zhuo Wei's arms, his eyes were nostalgic in the direction where Ye Fei had just disappeared.

The firmness in her eyes is undoubtedly there: she will come back, and Ye Fei will also be hers!

......

Hall of Eternal Life.

Ye Fei, who was cold and cold, hugged the way like a secluded walk, hurried away, and even felt that the door was an obstacle, and was kicked open by him, and then strode in.

The action carried layers of cold wind, which frightened the maid who was pruning the branches and leaves on the side, and she didn't dare to move for a long time. At this moment, Cui Qiu poked out of nowhere, her eyes gloomy and vicious.

Entering the house, a burst of cold incense came to his face, and the smell of Ruoyu in his arms was there, and his consciousness was clear for a moment, and his heavy eyelids were slightly raised, and a room filled with the smell of books faintly came into view.

The room is very pure and quiet, surrounded by ancient red bookshelves, with a dazzling array of books, and a carved bed in the middle, which is enough to accommodate three or five people to sleep, and the light gauze curtain hanging on the beam above falls on the edge of the bed, which is full of dreams

Ye Fei gently put the person in his arms on the bed, sat cross-legged behind him in an instant, and pressed his palm against Ruoyu's back, continuously conveying an internal force.

The room was cold and pleasant, and the plain bed curtain floated gently with the breeze, inadvertently scribbling to the two people sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the room was suddenly filled with a different color.

I don't know how long it took, Ruoyou was finally able to barely open his eyes, and what he saw was the light gauze curtain fluttering in the wind, his eyes looked around, and the memories before he passed out came like a tide.