In the middle of the night.

There are no fireworks in the city.

Although the battle scene in the city just now was so grand that it could be seen in the whole city, the people of Yunchendu, who had experienced all kinds of terrible terrorist attacks during this period of time, had already cultivated a big heart.

Whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you don't threaten me......

During the Chinese New Year, things were complicated, and people fell asleep when they saw that the war between good and evil was over, and it didn't look like they would fight again...... Planning to go to the New Year's greetings tomorrow...... Grave sweepers should sweep graves...... There is a custom of sweeping the tomb in the New Year on Fuyuan Road.

In the Hanging Sword Division, it is also the song of Sheng.

Qiu Tongxi gathered a large number of Hanging Sword Siwei who had left their hometown and never returned home, and drank and barbecued together.

I drank until the second half of the night.

Feng Ning was dragged by Qiu Tongxi to drink a whole jar of spirits, even if he had the strength of the nine grades, he would inevitably fall down when he walked.

Leaning against the wall, I felt a little dizzy in front of me, but I still forced myself to walk towards the gate.

It's just that with the strength of wine, the depression in my heart is hooked out......

This faint lingering melancholy and boredom is like a taste, invisible or touchable, but real......

On weekdays, Feng Ning, Yang Qianqian, and Jiang Xiaohu are all active together, and they get along closely every day.

Of course, there are some vague feelings for Yang Qianqian, but Yang Qianqian's liking for Jiang Xiaohu is so obvious that Feng Ning can't show his liking at all......

Why, what am I inferior to Xiaohu...... Qianqian likes him, why does the principal only teach him martial arts?

Some ideas may have never been felt by Feng Ning before, but they are brewing at this moment.

Holding the wall with his left hand, the eyes of the young man in a black and white robe began to emit a dark red halo, and a faint black demonic aura began to surround his body.

The demon clan suppressed under the Dan Tower of the Divine Ruins itself was used to promote the aura of pure spiritual fire to become a demon, but seven hundred years of lonely suppression have turned this demon clan into a demon with a tyrannical temperament.

Possessed Feng Ning's body has been lurking from the ruins of the gods to this day, and the spirit demon has been slowly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to restore the demonic power, and today he is taking advantage of Feng Ning's drunkenness, and he is trying to take the opportunity to evil Feng Ning and make him his slave.

Feng Ning's expression gradually became hideous, and the demonic aura on his body became stronger and stronger......

The spirit demon who possessed the body became more and more excited...... After being suppressed for more than 700 years, he can finally see the light of day again!

It's a little exciting to think about it this way.

"Meow~"

At that moment, a cat meowed.

The cry is just an ordinary cry, but its essence contains the breath of the high-level demon clan that only the demon clan can feel.

No...... This can't just be regarded as a high-level demon clan...... This is a king-level demon aura that only top demons can have!

The spirit demon suddenly felt a trance in his spirit, and the demonic energy that haunted Xiao Siwei also began to retract into Feng Ning's body.

Damn, how come the demon clan has another emperor-level cat demon in 700 years...... The spirit demon was a little surprised......

Then, a ...... with a lonely look and cold eyes The tanuki came with a haughty stride.

The four paws raised and fell high, looking at Feng Ning with a mouse-like look.

Feng Ning's body closed his eyes, but a female voice with fear and respect sounded from his body......

"The little one has seen the emperor...... I wonder if the little one can offer any humble dedication to the emperor?"

The gap between the strict hierarchy and the employment and bloodline among the demon clan is absolutely irreversible.

Although Nan Ke usually lives in the Hanging Sword Division as a talking little cat, the spirit of being the Fifth Demon Emperor - Morakshasa has not changed.

The four paws were clasped together, the tail wagged slightly, and he opened his mouth and said:

"A spirit demon who dares to enslave humans in my territory, stop your stupid deeds, and never try to do it again. ”

"Okay sir...... Do your will......"

The spirit demon controlled Feng Ning's body and knelt down, his expression full of respect.

"Okay, your soul is broken, don't manifest it normally, and don't reveal the situation of this seat here to humans...... Got it?"

Nan Ke's expression was still as cold as a statue at the door of the Hanging Sword Division.

The spirit demon trembled under the suppression of Nan Ke's voice, and prostrate more and more respectfully:

"Honor your will. ”

This spirit demon didn't know what Nan Ke, the Demon Emperor, was here for, and it didn't know why it let it do this, but its innate respect for the Demon Emperor made it choose to obey.

Soon, the demonic energy around Feng Ning's body completely retracted back into his body, and the dark red halo in his pupils also dissipated.

Xiao Siwei's wine strength was flushed by the demonic spirit, and he also went completely, and he was very dazed to find that he was lying on the ground in a five-body posture......

"Huh, I'm ......."

When I looked up, I saw a tanuki looking at me humanely with a proud and disdainful look.

"Meow~"

Nanke barked, flicked his tail, and turned to leave.

Alas, the emperor saved this garbage human stronghold with a casual movement...... It seems that although the demonic power has not yet recovered, the emperor is still in style~

For making such a great contribution, the emperor deserves to be rewarded! Go to the kitchen and steal two small dried fish...... The Fifth Demon Emperor, Lord Morashasa thought so.

And put it into practice...... Feng Ning was left alone, and the wind was messy......

As for Han Feng's side, he had no idea what one of his subordinates had just gone through, and he was sitting on the roof of the hall of the Hanging Sword Division with Chu Qingni.

The little monk Chengxin was chased by the White Bone Xiangzong for a whole day, that is, he was able to escape all the way into Yunchen Capital by relying on various Buddhist magical powers on his body, and he was exhausted in the middle of the night, so Han Feng arranged for him to go to bed early.

He chose to continue chatting with Chu Qingni.

What this girl said to herself just now really shocked her.

There was no moon in the sky, but the stars were sprinkled like drops of water on lotus leaves.

Bright and uncertain.

A young man dressed in white and a girl dressed in red sat on a glazed tile.

Chu Qingni broke a plum blossom out of nowhere, shook it lightly in her hand, and always had a faint smile on the corner of her lips, glancing over to look at Han Feng:

"Oh, you're already sullen, why have you become a wooden man now?

The girl in red said a little anxious.

Han Feng suddenly turned around and looked at Chu Qingni with a serious look in his eyes:

"And what would you do if I said I liked you too?"

This time it was Chu Qingni's turn to be stunned, and she spoke a little hesitantly:

"This ...... This and this ......"

Han Feng didn't stop, but continued:

"I thought about it carefully, I can't tell you how I feel about you, I admire your ability, I like your beauty a little, and I am a little afraid of your calculations...... I was a little touched to see you appear in front of me Chinese New Year's Eve night...... There's so much thought about it that I can't tell. ”

Chu Qingni looked at Han Feng like this, and remembered when the two of them fled together.

That night's bonfire is as bright as the stars tonight.

Suddenly, a few patches of plain white velvet snow fell on the shoulders of the girl in red.

"Ah, it's snowing. ”

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