This Ning Fumo brought Zhu Yanzui back to the Mortal Palace, looked at the person in the arms of the Venerable Lord coldly and incredulously, and followed Ning Fumo into the Sichen Hall where he lived.

Leng Jun watched the Venerable Lord gently feed Zhu Yanzui a pill and gently put her down on the bed, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, and wondered in his heart, this ...... Is it the Lord? Is this the Lord with a slight habit of cleanliness? He is so gentle that he actually lets her sleep in his own bed.

Before he could react, he saw Ning Fumo stretch out his slender hand to cover the quilt for Zhu Yandrunk.

"Xiao Miao, go get her something to eat. Ning Fumo has been continuing the fine tradition of Zhu Yandrunk, calling Xiao Miao's name to the end, Leng Jun is powerless to resist, so he can only let him call. Then obediently turned around and acted as an errand runner to prepare food for Zhu Yanzui.

Ning Fumo looked at Zhu Yanzui's quiet sleeping face, after taking the antidote, the pain seemed to have decreased a lot, and the blood color had slowly recovered. The right hand unconsciously touched her eyebrows, like sharpened fingers caressing her brows one after another, and her eyes flooded with a gentleness like water that she couldn't detect.

On the Weiyang Palace, Yang Xi's face was serious, Bai Jing'an and He Xiyan stood in front of him with self-reproach, and Tuoba Chenye was extremely anxious. Only Shui Mujin stood indifferently on the hall, and his face was clear and indifferent.

Tuoba Chenye observed Shui Mujian's face, trying to guess his thoughts, but since Zhu Yanzui was captured, his face has never changed.

"Senior brother, why did the demon take Zhu Yandrunk away?" Yang Xi asked with a frown.

"I don't know. Shui Mujin lightly spit out two words.

"Have you ever said what conditions you want?" The captives of the Demon Realm, and the disciples of the Immortal Venerable, must have despicable purposes and quid pro quo.

Shui Mujin just stood indifferently, and before he could speak, He Xi on the side wanted to speak and stopped: "He wants to ......" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold look from Shui Mujin.

Yang Xi took the behavior of the two into his eyes, and continued to speak quietly: "Senior brother, I was against you accepting her as an apprentice at the beginning, but now that the demon has taken her prisoner personally, it seems that this girl must have an affair with the demon world." It's better to take this opportunity to expel her from the division, so as not to disturb the purity of my immortal sect in the future. ”

"Uncle in charge?" Tuoba Chenye already had an opinion on this Yang Xi because of Zhu Yan's drunkenness, and now that Xiao Drunk was robbed, he was the most Weiyang head who said such irresponsible words, and he was immediately angry, and he didn't care about respecting the elders and children, "If Weiyang is afraid of the demon world, you can say it bluntly, even if there is no immortal gate, I, Tuoba Chenye, will be crushed, even if I only have the last breath left, I will save the little junior sister." ”

"You! Do you know that you are still a disciple of Weiyang, and you are still the third prince of the human world, and you actually said such a rebellious thing!" Yang Xi stood up angrily.

"Senior brother, I, Shui Mujian, am only one apprentice in this life, and I will definitely not expel her from the master. Shui Mujin interrupted Yang Xi's anger and said firmly.

"Mu Jin, you!" Shui Mu Jin's words and attitude at this time were undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for Yang Xi.

"Uncle in charge, if my Xianmen expels the little junior sister from the sect at this time, people in the world will say that I am unkind and unjust, how can I block this mouth in the future?" The head of the family has a big temper, and the immortal venerable has always been indifferent, but at this time, the tone is so resolute, and such a situation must be a big stiffness.

Yang Xi stopped talking, and Shui Mujin quietly turned around and left. As soon as he returned to the Moyang Palace, he suddenly stopped, and a mouthful of blood gushed up, staining his snow-white robe.

The little pocket came out of his sleeve and looked at him with trepidation.

The whiplash wound of the waning moon had not healed before, and now he started with Ning Fumo, Zhu Yan was drunk and poisoned and captured, his heart was depressed, and his blood was rolling. The slender white ten fingers touched the corners of his mouth, wiped away the bright red, and walked indifferently towards the heart refining pool. Ever since Zhu Yan was drunk in the Moyang Palace, he often had mood fluctuations, and he needed to return to the Heart Refining Pool to assist in heart cultivation.

In the Weiyang Palace, He Xiyan knelt alone in the center of the hall.

"Say it, don't hide it!" Yang Xi's majestic voice sounded in the empty hall, making He Xiyan tremble.

"Uncle Master, Honorable ...... Your Excellency will not let you say. Her trembling voice showed her nervousness.

"Say!" Yang Xi shouted angrily again.

"Yes...... It's the Mantle and the Retrogressive Shuttle. He Xiyan simply closed his eyes, looking open-minded, "That devil wants to exchange the ghost curtain and the Tianshuo for the little junior sister." But he didn't say anything about Zhu Yan's drunken poisoning.

"What?!" Yang Xi jumped up from his chair in a rage, his eyes widened in disbelief, "Mu Jin, he is still hiding it from me, is he really going to use the artifact to exchange that girl?" shouted as if talking to himself, and realized that there were still people in the hall, so he forcibly suppressed his anger and commanded:

"Go down!"

He Xiyan stood up in a panic and withdrew from the hall.

At that time, Zhu Yan, who was in the Vast Palace, didn't know that he had caused such a big turmoil, and was waking up from a sweet dream, rubbing his hazy eyes, and looking around.

"Girl, are you awake?" Ning Fu Mo Demon Ye's face was enlarged in front of her eyes, I don't know why, he didn't like to use that old face in front of her.

"You?! You, you shameless! You arrested me? Are you insane? Are you too idle? It's fun to catch me? You demon palace is also crazy, feed me poison, and want me to betray my master and steal things! You're also insane! Why do you keep appearing in front of me? Woo woo...... At this time, her heart was extremely sad, the pain of the poison, the purpose of going to Weiyang, the decision she made after apprenticing, and now that she was in the Demon Palace, if she let the master know what to think of her, countless grievances came to her heart, and she cried while scolding.

"Girl, what are you crying about? ...... You, don't cry, can't you scold?" Ning Fumo hadn't seen a woman crying, almost all the women who cried in front of him before were killed by him, but now seeing Zhu Yandrunk crying so devastatingly, the indescribable distress in his heart became sour.

"You're sick, your whole family is sick! You feed me poison, I'm in pain, I'm dying of pain, I'm going to die with you......!"

Ning Fumo was at a loss, her heart moved, she reached out and took her into her arms, gently patted her back and coaxed: "Don't cry, I'm sick." "My family is sick, so I will feed you the "drunken peony"!" said hatefully in his heart.

"I'm hungry!" Zhu Yan was drunk and cried, Xu was tired of crying and scolding, and suddenly said this.

Ning Fumo watched her push herself away in astonishment, this girl's thinking was too ...... Jumped, didn't you cry so much just now? Now ......?

was not ready to entangle this issue, Ning Fumo snapped his fingers, and the maidservants successively brought the food that had been prepared long ago.

Zhu Yan got out of bed drunk, and ran barefoot towards the table like a hungry wolf, the snacks on the table were very delicate, she grabbed the nearest pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. Ning Fumo said as he squatted down to put on her shoes.

Zhu Yan was drunk and didn't notice his movements, and the others in the hall all stared at their Demon Venerable with disbelief. Not to mention putting on shoes for others, Mozun is afraid that he has never even worn his own shoes, and now he is so condescending to wear shoes for this woman?

"Girl, you see that I have delicious food here, and I have a beautiful man like me for you to see, how wonderful. Ning Fumo said flatteringly.

"Ahem...... Hmm......" Zhu Yandrunk was eating vigorously, hearing his dog-legged flattering words, he almost choked to death, and patted his chest hard, "What's wrong with you?!Do you think that a man's beauty is a thing worth showing off? You are still more beautiful than a woman, you are simply perverted! And what is so good about your demon palace? There is a pervert like you, and the old immortal, and the little immortal who fed me poison! What a wool thread?!"

Ning Fumo saw that she seemed to have eaten and had gained strength, and scolded so confidently, without the worry and fear that she should have in the Demon Palace. Also, what is wool?

"Girl, I'll find a way to detoxify you!" Ning Fumo sighed slightly, and said solemnly from his previous evil spirit.

"Just give me the antidote, the old man should be your head here, right? He is the only one who has the antidote? Who are you? Little devil?" Zhu Yan read drunkenly, and it was difficult to hide his disdain in his tone.

Ning Fumo lowered his eyelids lonely, he didn't want any artifact now, and he didn't want to fight with Shui Mujin, a voice in his heart told him firmly that he regretted it, he just wanted to detoxify her. He himself couldn't figure out why this happened, he only knew that he didn't know when he started, watching her suffer and uncomfortable, he also felt uncomfortable, watching her being bullied by those hypocrites in Xianmen, he wanted to kill like crazy, and looking at him shouting Master in his heart, he forgot the original intention of feeding her poison, and he wanted to tie her to his side.

"My name is Ning Fumo, you can call me Mo. ”

"Aren't you disgusting? I'll spit on you!" Zhu Yandrunk was so excited that he was filled with righteous indignation, and he wanted to break the face that was smiling so much.

"Okay, I won't speak, you continue to eat, and I'll take you around when you're done. Ning Fumo continued to curry.

Zhu Yan pouted drunk, his eyes squinted at him, he didn't speak, and continued to eat. There's no denying that the dim sum here is really delicious. She can eat hard, and she can serve her energetically, serving tea and water, and wiping her mouth.

"Venerable Lord ......" Leng Jun was about to speak at the door, but he saw his own Venerable Lord waiting for Zhu Yandrunk doggedly, and swallowed the remaining half of the sentence back into his stomach.

"Xiao Miao!" Zhu Yan was drunk with food, and opened his mouth slurred.

Leng Jun is her acquaintance in the Demon Palace, although he fed himself poison before, he must have been forced by the order of the big wolf, he was not bad to himself from beginning to end, so now he actually has an inexplicable closeness when he sees him.

"Miss Zhu, my name is Leng Jun. He reminded her again about her name and nickname.

"Xiao Miao, who is this shameless man?" Zhu Yanzui ignored the cold protest from the end, and glanced at Ning Fumo with disdain.

"He, he's a demon ......" Before he finished speaking, he was silenced under the thousands of knives in Ning Fumo's eyes.

"I know, of course everyone in the Demon Palace is a demon, but he ......" Zhu Yanzui always felt that this Ning Fumo was very strange, with a face comparable to that of the master, and an evil smile, how could he be a bad person, but he went to Weiyang to give himself medicine, she always scolded him, but he was not angry, and he still served himself to eat like this.

Although he always scolds him, he always feels that he can't hate this person in his heart. And what made her even more puzzled was that the tone in which he called her a girl always seemed to have heard it somewhere.

"Girl, I'll take you shopping, and ignore this boring person. Saying that, Ning Fumo took Zhu Yanzui's hand and walked out, shocking Leng Jun in place. Is the Lord jealous of himself? Why does it sound so sour?