Ju Chongde didn't expect Ji Chengche to make such a drastic move, and said in surprise and anger: "Your Highness, you ......!"

"General, don't worry about me. You've said that people are going to die, and I don't have long to live. ”

"At a young age, he is very timid, Ji Tianquan's son is really extraordinary. Demon Night said, but her face was stretched longer.

If he is replaced by another little baby, he dares to put the knife on his neck and threaten the demon night, I am afraid that he will be happy to see it, watch him die, and see if he dares to really swing the knife to pull a bloody hole in his neck. But Ji Chengche was a little special, although he was lying on Ju Chongde's back weakly, he looked at him with a steady and slightly contemptuous gaze, which was clear and translucent, lighter than the clouds, lighter than the wind, and clearer than the clear sky.

With just one glance, Demon Night concluded that Ji Chengche was not pretending, he would really cut his throat with the silver sword in his hand.

It wasn't until this moment that Demon Night realized that he had always focused all his attention on Ju Chongde's body, and he had made a big mistake.

The son of Ji Tianquan, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty, how could he ignore him, even if he was only eight years old!

Seeing Demon Night's hesitant and frustrated expression, Ji Chengche smiled.

How funny is a demon who viciously commands the leopards to intercept and besiege him in a snowy night, but he doesn't dare to really let himself die!

No one can describe how terrible the pain caused by the witch attack is terrifying, countless invisible little insects in the body frantically gnaw every internal organc, swallow every drop of essence and blood, and may kill themselves anytime and anywhere.

This taste accompanies him day and night. For him, to live is to suffer.

After slaughtering more than a dozen precious dragons, he asked for an antidote from the great witch of the southern Chu State.

His life is a burden, dragging down all the people around him who love him and protect him.

So he wanted to be as happy as possible, so that everyone around him could smile less sadly.

"General, let's go. I guess this bat-faced uncle must not like to just take my corpse. ”

The muscles on the demon night's gray cheeks twitched, and he wrapped his cloak tightly and said slowly: "Your Highness, as long as you see that person, the witch Gu on your body can be easily solved." ”

"Although I am a child, I am not just a fool. ”

Ji Chengche laughed and said: "The Witch Gu Father Emperor on my body can't solve it, the Heavenly Dao Sect's master can't solve it, and the Great Witch Zhu in the south can't do anything, will the person you are talking about be more powerful than the three of them combined? Unless it is the heart and blood of the Ten Thousand Year Xuanhuang Holy Dragon, but we have been looking for more than half a year in the Northern Wilderness Ice Field, and we can't even see an ordinary dragon, let alone the Ten Thousand Year Xuanhuang Holy Dragon......"

His laughter grew lower and lower, and finally he shook his head gloomily and said, "That's just a myth." ”

Suddenly, an old and gentle voice sounded in the boundless darkness deep in the wind and snow: "Child, the Ten Thousand Years Xuanhuang Holy Dragon is not a myth, it really exists. ”

"Who is it?!" Demon Night's heart shook violently, and his eyes were as sharp as ice blades, shooting straight in the direction from which the voice came.

His ears and eyes are sharper than those of the snow leopard, and he didn't even realize that there was a fourth person here besides Ju Chongde, Ji Chengche and himself. It can be seen from this that the cultivation of the coming person is extraordinary.

An old man in a white robe walked out slowly. Every time he took a step, the wind and snow in front of him lifted to both sides like a curtain, calmly and comfortably without the smell of fireworks in the world.

"Are you...... Old immortals?" Ji Cheng's eyes widened in surprise, his heart full of curiosity and shock.

When he was in the imperial capital, he had also seen many legendary big figures, such as the three dukes, four marquis, nine kings, and eighteen generals, fierce generals like clouds and strategists like rain, all of whom were the best heroes among the people who shocked the world, but no one could compare with the old man in white in front of him - not momentum, not cultivation, but a strange feeling in the soul.

No matter how strong and powerful some people are, they are earthly people after all, but this old man in white is like a fairy descending to earth.

If you reluctantly find a person to compare, maybe your father and the real person in charge of the Heavenly Dao Sect can be comparable to him.

"I'm not an immortal, although I live a little longer than others, but I don't think I'm too old!"

The answer of the old man in white made Ji Chengche a little disappointed and a little funny, but the next sentence seemed to suddenly open the dawn in the dark night: "If you want, you will definitely live longer than me." ”

Demon Night was frightened by the bearing of the old man in white, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, as if he was facing a great enemy: "Please ask Mr. Daming." ”

The old man in white kept walking through the snow leopard group, and the Ice Plain Overlord, who was still fierce a moment ago, actually trembled and lay on the ground, cowering to make way of a passage.

"My name has not been spoken of for many years, let alone be mentioned. I like the dragon tribe here to call me 'Mr. Big'. ”

"Big ...... Mr. Big!" Demon Night gasped and almost fell into the snow with his legs limp.

Ju Chongde's face also changed greatly, and he said in astonishment: "You are Mr. Big?!"

In this world, there are many people who are called "sir" like carp crossing the river, but the only one who is qualified to add a "big" word in front of it is the one in front of him.

Demon Night said in a trembling voice: "Could it be that you are the one who defeated the Demon Lord Xuanyuan Kunlun in Taigu Mountain thirty years ago...... Mr. Big?"

His throat was dry, his hands and body trembled violently, but his feet stood motionless as if they had been nailed.

"Defeat Xuanyuan Kunlun?" Mr. Big smiled faintly, "You're joking." The events of the day are all a matter of luck. ”

Ji Cheng's eyes drifted through the demon night, and he felt that the bat face had the idea of slapping himself unconscious, and he couldn't help but think that one day if he could talk and laugh like Mr. Big to convince the murderer, he would be considered to have truly lived.

"Mr. Big......" Demon Night looked at Ji Chengqing, and hesitated after a while: "I was entrusted to take this child away, not to hurt him. As for this person, he is also an old acquaintance of yours, but I dare not say who he is. ”

"Time is like an arrow, old friends have withered, and there are very few people who can see each other again. If you can reunite with the old man, it can be regarded as a happy thing, and you will have to bring a message to the old acquaintance, and the old man will sweep the couch on this northern desolate ice field and wait for the old man!"

Demon Night immediately understood the meaning of Mr. Big's words, seeing that the mission had failed, he didn't dare to show the slightest anger, and bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. Big's words, I will definitely bring them next!"

With that, he whistled and led the snow leopard herd to retreat southward.

When he walked dozens of miles away, Demon Night slowed down slightly and breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he realize that his sweaty clothes were heavy.

Ju Chongde was desperate to survive, and bowed to the old man in white and said, "Thank you Mr. Big for saving your life!"

Ji Chengche couldn't wait to ask behind him: "Mr. Big, do you really know where the Ten Thousand Years Xuanhuang Holy Dragon is, you didn't lie to me?"

Ju Chongde coughed lowly, "Your Highness...... Mr. Big is the Supreme Sage of the Metaverse, how can he be honest?"

Mr. Big looked at Ji Cheng meaningfully and said, "Your mother is a demon?"

Ju Chongde's heart tightened, and explained: "Mr. Big, His Royal Highness's biological mother is the Lingxi Princess of the Demon Clan. ”

He will let go of the heart became apprehensive again, thousands of years of demon enslavement of the Metaverse Kyushu and the immortal race, the witch clan is the same water and fire to kill, until thirty years ago, Mr. Big unexpectedly succeeded in killing the then demon lord Xuanyuan Kunlun, which made the two races of immortals and witches excited, and then under the leadership of Ji Tianquan and Xiang Tianyu, two immortal heroes, after ten years of bloody battles, finally hit the demon clan and expelled them all from the land of Kyushu.

Therefore, whether it is in the Han Dynasty, which was founded by the Immortal Clan, or the Chu State, which is ruled by the Wu Clan, today's Demon Clan is a first-class pariah, and they are discriminated against and retaliated against.

If Mr. Big knew whether Ji Cheng's demon bloodline would be unfavorable to him, Ju Chongde was really not sure.

Who knew that Mr. Big smiled and said: "Princess Lingxi is the granddaughter of Xuanyuan Kunlun, and she is also the queen of the deceased." ”

Ju Chongde bowed his head and said: "Princess Lingxi died less than a year after entering the palace, please have mercy on Your Highness." ”

"General, what are you talking about?" Ji Chengche said dissatisfiedly: "Although I miss my mother very much, my father treats me very well, and you ......"

As soon as he was halfway through his words, a heart-rending pain suddenly appeared in his chest and abdomen, and the snowy night in front of him disappeared in the whirlwind of the sky, and a familiar voice was vaguely heard in his ears shouting anxiously: "Your Highness!"

The great pain was like a tidal wave of thousands of pins and needles, and it instantly swallowed his consciousness.

I don't know how much time has passed, Ji Chengqing felt in a daze that someone seemed to be feeding water into his mouth.

The smell of the water was very strange, cold and mellow with a strange aroma that flowed down the throat like a syrup.

Suddenly, the blood in his body seemed to be met with the boiling hot oil of ice water, and it "snorted" and splashed, washing and washing away his internal organs like magma.

The burning pain made Ji Chengche, who was in a coma, scream, and died alive again, but he vaguely felt that a warm spring water was embracing him, just like the caress of his mother in his fantasy......

In this way, Ji Chengche has to experience a purgatory-like torment almost every day.

It's like a nightmare that you can never wake up from, dead and alive in the dark.

After more than ten days like this, Ji Cheng's mind began to gradually recover, and he woke up in the afternoon of this day.

The furnishings of the room are simple, the surroundings are silent, the walls and even the roof are all made of huge and heavy ice cubes, and an oil lamp on the table is faintly shining, illuminating the room as if it were a dream.

Ji Chengche was lying on an ice couch, with a thick layer of soft animal skin blanket under him, and he didn't know what kind of animal fur it was made of.

He could still feel the burning pain in his body, but it was much better than before. What was especially surprising to Ji Cheng was that there was a cold cold current bubbling in his lower abdomen, transmitting wisps of magical breath through the meridians to his body.

His body was filled with a strange and powerful force, as if he had been reborn after waking up from sleep, and his physique was as strong as a calf.

Ji Chengche was surprised, and suddenly remembered the scene before he fell unconscious, "oops" and sat up from the ice couch with a cry, and called out of the house: "General!"

Outside the igloo, there was a faint sound of wind passing by, but there was no response from Ju Chongde.