Weng Ran looked at the note in his hand and was stunned, what does this mean?

Is it still inconvenient to have something to say to yourself, in the Martial Pavilion?

Weng Ran looked at the beautiful handwriting, but he hesitated in his heart, whether he should wait for him or not.

But in any case, he shouldn't continue to stand in front of the place of the Wu Pavilion, re-grasped the note, and looked at the stone pillars that passed one by one, everything seemed to happen yesterday, and now he has become an outcast of the Wu Pavilion, just a few months.

Although she didn't come for this identity in the first place, the joy and warmth she had here had to be let go after all.

Weng Ran's gaze slowly retracted with reluctance, took out the hat, put it on his head, the hanging light veil covered his face, his head was slightly lowered, and he was already walking quickly towards the city, and the person who came in the name of Mu Wu Pavilion turned around.

Young boys and girls, with bright eyebrows and eyes, flashing with hope and really carefree.

"This year, I will definitely be able to enter the Martial Pavilion!"

"Not only do I want to enter the Martial Pavilion, but I will also become an inner disciple, and I want to worship under the Seventh Peak Gate!"

"Why?"

"Hehe, because the senior brother of the seventh peak is the best~"

"Huh~"

"Uh-huh, you're all amazing. ”

......

Laughing at each other.

Weng Ran pressed the hat on her head, only clutched the note in her hand tighter, and finally she stopped outside the city gate, standing under the budding tree, as far as the eye could see, it was a piece of new green, full of vitality.

In this situation, Weng Ran couldn't help but think of that sentence, the young Rao world should be the grass grows and the warbler flies and the spring flowers and snow.

At this time, Gu Qingcheng was kneeling on the platform she was kneeling on before, and Si Nanyin's face was furious, "You do it again!"

"The disciple is willing to give up his identity as the seventh peak disciple of the Martial Pavilion, give up his identity as the disciple of the master, and leave the Martial Pavilion from now on. ”

Gu Qingcheng repeated it word for word, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.

"I think you're crazy!"

With a wave of Si Nanyin's sleeves, Gu Qingcheng flew out upside down like Weng Ran before, slammed on the ground, and even the ground under him spread out spider silk, this is the first time Gu Qingcheng has been taught by Si Nanyin since he apprenticed!

Usually, I haven't even taught a word of lesson.

Gu Qingcheng fell so much that his internal organs hurt, and the smell of blood came out of his throat, but he swallowed it again, stubbornly got up from the ground, and maintained a kneeling posture against the sore internal organs.

"Gu Qingcheng is willing to be punished, and he is also willing to return what he has learned in this body, and ask Lord Si Nanfeng to fulfill it!"

Sentence after sentence, he went straight to Si Nanyin's heart.

This person, who usually seems gentle and obedient, really wants to be ruthless, and it is difficult for people to resist.

Si Nanyin is a seven-trick smoker, and he still felt that he had made a heavy shot just now and regretted it, but at this time, he couldn't wait to drop two more punches, beat people awake, and listen to what he said!

"Just for her, you are willing to give up your cultivation, and your future will be ruined, Gu Qingcheng is not worthy of being a cultivator!"

The kneeling man rolled backwards several times in succession, and his hands rubbed bright red blood on the steps, and his nails were off the flesh so that he would not roll down the steps.

"If you can't protect the cherished person, what's the use of having an empty body of cultivation, ask the Lord of Si Nanfeng to fulfill it!"

Although Si Nanyin is extremely angry, whether it is the identity of the son of the deceased, or the master-apprentice relationship these days, as well as the cultivation he has shown, Si Nanyin can't bear to take him down a crooked path.

The momentum is too strong, and he always covets the mist of the platform and does not dare to come.

Si Nanyin looked at the embarrassed and stubborn man, and persuaded bitterly: "You did this, did you think of asking you to come to worship my mother as a teacher." ”

"Mother has a free and easy personality, and she will definitely see it. ”

He replied quickly, which made Si Nanyin hesitate for a while.

City gates

Although Weng Ran was watching people coming and going, his mind had already been empty, it was already noon, and he hadn't come yet.

The umpteenth time I opened the note, and confirmed that it was true, "The city gate is waiting for me".

"Eh......"

Sighing helplessly, the breath has not subsided, but the surrounding scenery is transient, people coming and going, the city gate, the green grass and trees, are all withdrawn in all directions, it is very weird, an octagonal tower with a red lantern, from the front of the line of sight, flashing and flashing.

Each flash is a hundred meters away from the same place.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Weng Ran.

"It's an enchantment. Weng Ran quickly saw the mystery, he was still standing in place, yes, it was the secret person who pulled himself into his enchantment.

Soon, the secret man appeared.

At the top of the octagonal tower, a person sat high, looking at Weng Ran with his pair of heterochromatic pupils, leaning on the hooked corner with one hand, very casually.

"It's the demon man I saw on Fair Mountain. ”

Although he had only seen it once in a hurry in the crowd, Weng Ran would not forget this face.

The sound of death was already in his hand, waiting for the other party to speak.

"This should be the second time we've met. ”

It's a friendly start, but there's no nourishment in what he says.

"As a demon, I dare to appear in such a grand manner, I think I must have come without fear and prepared. "The sound of death is in this green and dark enchantment, and the black is thick and colorful!

"For you, no matter how dangerous it is, it will come. ”

The octagonal tower turned into wisps of green smoke and dispersed, and the person fell, looking at Weng Ran with those eyes that can be called "magnificent", and saluted elegantly, "See Lord Demon." ”

Weng Ran didn't reply, there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, and sure enough, the one he met was the demon lord!

However, what is the purpose of this randi?

"Lord Demon doesn't have to speculate about me, my purpose is always the same as yours. ”

The person slowly raised his head, smiling brightly, and those eyes even made people feel dazzling, difficult to look at directly, "That is to destroy the demon race." ”

People with red lips and white teeth say terrible things.

This person should be a demon clan, yes, and even guessed or had some basis to know that he had the demon lord's demonic qi in his body, but he had such a terrifying word!

Destroy the demons!

"Is this testing me?"

Weng Ran was suspicious in his heart, but as a human race, he couldn't come out, and he had no hostility to the demon race.

After much discussion, I put this matter aside for the first time.

"Who are you?"

"Your most loyal followers, whether a hundred years ago, or a hundred years later, whether alive or dead. ”

When the words fell, this person actually knelt down on one knee, his hair hanging high, the tips of his hair swept the ground, he reached out to Weng Ran's hand and grabbed it, but Weng Ran dodged it, he held it in the void, imprinted his lips on it, and looked pious.

"I will fulfill your wish, let the demon race disappear from the world, and use the blood of the Demon Emperor to bloom the most brilliant fireworks for you to sleep forever. ”

He looked to himself, and Weng Ran understood that this was for the Demon Lord.

But now, he's the Demon Lord himself!