In the end, Weng Ran gave up, and the master lived in seclusion in the mountains, even if he knew that he was in danger and trouble, he only entrusted others to help him in the end, there must be a reason for him to escape from the world, not to mention, there was also a little junior sister, how could he bear to drag her into trouble.

As for the senior sister and the second senior brother, they have become more and more busy over the years, and they can't make trouble for them anymore.

"Demon Lord, aren't you going out?" asked the Marquis of the Underworld, looking at Weng Ran who was returning home.

Weng Ran was in a bad mood, so he didn't reply to him, and returned to the pool, looking at the white gate and tombstone in a daze.

In order to protect himself, he made an agreement with the Marquis of Hades to help him take revenge, but he did not reveal his identity, so that he could still have a place in the human race, and if he succeeded in the future, he would still have the qualifications to answer everyone's side.

But will there really be a day......

"In this world, this trip, we have all gone so hard. Weng Ran sighed softly.

The burden on her body has changed from her own hatred to the hatred of her family, can she really bear it?

Time flies like a white horse, in the blink of an eye, the Immortal Marquis has been standing by the pool for more than a month, there has been no movement below, the footsteps sounded, and the evil Wusi hand-cranked gold and silver fan came slowly, holding an umbrella with clear water and green mountains, blocking the drizzle.

"The Immortal is really dedicated to the Demon Lord. Evil Wusi stood beside the Immortal Marquis, and also looked at the pool of water that had been struck out by the rain and rippled in layers.

"The sect leader is also concerned about the demon lord, and he often comes to visit. ”

"There are unpredictable winds and rains in the sky, which makes people worry, but the rain is merciless, and it is always difficult for people to figure out whether it is rain or rain in the world. ”

"Is the sect leader looking forward to a rainstorm, or is he waiting for a rainstorm?"

The rain became more and more urgent, and a surging music was played in this world.

Under the pool, Weng Ran was quickly absorbing the demonic qi under the tomb, the demonic qi around his body was swirling, the mark between his forehead was becoming more and more demonic, the white Jiaomen emitted a white light, and the Buddha's qi was quietly circulating, sealing all the demonic qi in this square inch of land, without the slightest leakage.

At the edge of the pool, the umbrella surface of the rain is sloping.

"Ganlin has a taste to share, and rain needs people to work together, Hou Houjun, the rain is urgent, can you hold an umbrella together?"

The two people who had been facing the pool noodles only looked at each other at this time.

The rain kept blocking those two pairs of bright eyes.

"The presiding officer came with an umbrella, thinking that this rain is a rain hazard for the religious master, and he is bathed in rain all over his body, and he deserves to be a rainstorm, which is different. ”

The evil and thoughtless Ruifeng's eyes slowly bloomed with a smile, "Ha~" turned around and glanced at the pool, "If it's really Ganlin, what if you accompany you to bathe together, it's just that people's hearts are unpredictable~"

No longer staying, leaving here.

A hint of mockery overflowed from the corner of Hades's mouth, "It's hard to keep the sincerity of the demon heart." ”

With a wave of his hand, his whole body was covered with a layer of shallow light, and it was difficult for the rain to get wet.

Evil Wusi returned to the Demon Temple, lit the incense burner, and secretly stood with a figure holding a sword, "This temptation is too revealing of traces. ”

The voice is hoarse, low, and the intonation is strange.

Evil Wusi slowly flickered the green smoke, "It's really surprising that the Marquis of the Underworld would trust a human race so much. ”

"Just now, three times, he had murderous intentions. ”

"It's only been three times, and that's not important enough. ”

"What are you going to do to bring the demons back to their homeland, isn't it what you've always wanted, and now, someone who can help you make it happen has appeared. "The shadow in the dark, the sword spike in the bosom made a crisp sound.

The gold and silver fan pointed over, "Don't move, you can't remember, the sound will expose you." ”

"I don't care. ”

"But I care, my life depends on you to protect it. ”

"Don't change the subject!"

The sound became more dense and fragmented.

"Ha~" Evil Wusi chuckled and unfolded the gold and silver fan, "No, why did you choose me instead of him in the first place." ”

"You've asked this question tens of thousands of times. The shadow in the darkness spoke impatiently.

Evil Wusi took a deep breath of the wafting smoke, and the cold fragrance entered his nose, lungs, and heart, which could also calm him down, and then he said like a pampered and proud child: "But you still answer me every time." ”

"That's right, I pity you, as for him, he can live well alone!"

"Then why haven't you ever seen him all these years?"

"Your problems are getting more and more, and if you don't say anything, your voice will expose your weaknesses. ”

......

Fair Mountain, leisurely and innocent, suddenly sneezed, Feng Nuo deliberately said: "Yo~ The old smoking gun will also be choked by smoke~"

Since Weng Ran's incident, this kid has been here with him, and his speech has always been yin and yang, and Si Wuxian has become accustomed to it.

"As I remember, you used to be a very quality person. ”

"Quality can't save the old smoking gun!"

"Someone told you that quality can't save the weak, cultivate, the world will be chaotic, I don't want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. ”

Not far in front of him, Feng Nuo, who was trapped in another space, snorted, and there were several thin and deep wounds on his body, which was the space that belonged to the wind, and it was his cultivation method.

The body shuttles through the wind, and what he has to do is to be faster and faster than the wind, catching the wind, not being caught by it.

No longer choking on thoughts, devoting himself to training.

Si Wuxian half-squinted and watched, Feng Nuo is making progress every day, every moment, and he is working hard, he is really teachable, but the ability to lift the bar still needs to be exercised again.

Aoyama Nai

Yu Shilang still looked at the falling rain and the rain interrupted the sword, but in the courtyard today, there was another scene, that is, Ren Xiaoyao and Qianjin Qiu.

The two did not hold an umbrella, their clothes were soaked, and their hair was dripping.