"The king was disgusted when he saw her face like Xin'er, so he killed her. Shuyi looked at "Harmony with the Light and Dust" casually, smiling lazily, as if mocking, "I have long heard that Lord Yaozun's wonderful hands can bring the dead back to life, if you really feel sorry for the demon girl, you might as well save it, and this king can also give her to you to relieve lovesickness." ”

These words were really bitter and mean, and the painting heart shrank under the wide robe and couldn't help but want to kick his feet for Heguang Tongchen.

The demon monk stood there silently, as if pondering something, and after a while, he suddenly looked back at Huaxin, and said with a gentle smile, "The princess seems to have something wrong, it is better to let the poor monk diagnose the pulse." ”

Before the painting could speak, it had been truncated by Shuyi, "The princess is just a little tired, and there is no big problem, now that the demon has been eliminated, the king and his wife are staying here tonight, and it may be inconvenient for Lord Yaozun to stay......"

Shuyi said casually, ignoring the demon monk as a matter of course, and the intention of expulsion was self-evident. He lazily lay half-lying by the bonfire, as if he had no muscles and bones, half of his body was pressed on the heart of the painting, but his eyes burst out with a frightening burning gaze, like a dormant cheetah, ready to attack.

"Light and dust" looked through the bonfire, the warm yellow bonfire shone on his face, hazy, handsome as old, coldly forced them for a long time, and did not hold back half a word.

And Shuyi became more and more dismissive of him.

Huaxin didn't understand the thoughts of these two people, and curled up there, unable to move because of Shuyi's pressure. There was a sudden low laugh in his ears, a familiar timbre, an unfamiliar tone, "Everyone knows that King Yi is wise and martial, but he is a wife and slave, and the poor monk stays, I'm afraid that what the prince said doesn't count, it depends on the princess's meaning." ”

Huaxin shrank in Shuyi's arms, remembering that Shuyi said that she should pretend to be Huang Yu, it was obvious that Huang Yu must be in the same group as this fake monk, so she gently pushed Shu Yi away and said with a smile, "Idiot, I still have something to say to Chenchen about this demon city......

As he spoke, Huaxin stood up and tried to get closer to the fake monk, waiting for an opportunity to make a move. Shuyi reached out and stopped her behind her, preventing her from taking another step.

Huaxin had to hide behind Shuyi, pretending to wink helplessly at the fake monk, the fake monk reached out and grabbed the fake "Huaxin" in his hand, and smiled fiercely at Shuyi, "Actually, she is Huaxin, I didn't expect it, you killed her with your own hands! Now I will return her to you, you can bury her well!"

After saying that, he turned his palm and sent the whole person of "Painting Heart" into Shuyi's arms, and then a long sword appeared in his palm to pierce the air. Shuyi tiptoed a little and immediately protected the "painting heart" in his arms. Sideways to avoid the blade, he immediately greeted him with his palm, but he didn't admit it but pounced.

The fake monk made a false move, his body turned, and he had already circled behind Shuyi, stretched out his hand to grab the heart of the painting, and smiled proudly: "Do you know who this is? This is Huang Yu, the woman you love has been killed by you with your own hands, and the girl who loves you has also been sentenced to you, do you feel that your true anger has collapsed now? That is the secret technique I taught her, and when you have fun with her, she will suck most of her essence......

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a cold and hard weapon against the back of his heart, but in an instant, the painting heart had already pierced his ribs with a golden hairpin.

The golden hairpin was coated with a large amount of cartilage incense on the painting heart, and the fake monk immediately softened his body and slowly fell on the painting heart, trembling incessantly.