"Demon Sealing Sect..."

In the night, Liu Xiaofan's face was cold.

The sleeve was torn, and blood ran down his arm and onto the blade of the sword in his hand.

Finally, it dripped down the tip of the sword and fell to the ground.

In the courtyard, the silence is terrible.

"Brother Xiaoman, you don't matter, right?"

In his arms, Nan Lisu was also injured a lot, and his voice carried a hint of eagerness.

"I'm fine, how are you?" Liu Xiaofan frowned slightly, and his expression was very cold.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked around.

The killing intent in his eyes was like condensation.

"Tiger girl, you don't want to die!"

When I came back to my senses, I suddenly noticed the dampness and heat in front of me, and I couldn't help but lose my voice.

On his chest, there was a red color, soaking through his clothes.

It was not his own blood, it was from the South and the Su.

"It's not in the way, it's just a skin injury, it doesn't hurt at all!" Nan Lisu's face was slightly pale, he raised his head and looked at Liu Xiaofan, his eyes were red, and he smiled stubbornly: "I said, I can also exchange my life for my brother Xiaoman!"

Obviously, because of the pain, the tears were already rolling in the eyes, but I endured it to prevent it from falling.

Where in the world is there a woman who is not afraid of pain, but she just holds it with a hard mouth.

On his back, the big that belonged to the teenager shattered.

The wound was hideous, dripping with blood, and the bones were visible deeply.

"Nonsense!"

Liu Xiaofan scolded lightly, and his heart trembled.

Where can I take care of the difference between men and women, and raise my palm to cover Nan Lisu's back, which should be as flawless as jade.

The majestic qi diffused from the palm, turning into dots of green light and slowly integrating into the body of the girl surnamed Nanli.

With the influx of qi in the palm of the young man's palm, the wound that was originally gushing blood from Bobo was actually slowly healing.

After a long time, it finally turned into a light pink mark, almost invisible to the naked eye.

I didn't pay attention to it with all my heart, and at this moment, it suddenly seemed that the warmth and smoothness in the palm of my hand were like congealed fat.

Liu Xiaofan only felt that his face was feverish, but he stabilized his mind and stopped thinking nonsense, hurriedly withdrew his palm, breathed a long sigh of relief, and frowned: "If there is a next time..."

Without waiting for Liu Xiaofan to speak, Nan Lisu smiled playfully, nodded his toes, raised his hand to cover Liu Xiaofan's mouth, and leaned his head close to Liu Xiaofan's ear, fearless, "Next time, then let Aunt Lin's osmanthus cake eat me to death!"

Such an ambiguous move made Liu Xiaofan's already inexplicably restless evil fire in the dantian more and more restless.

Breathing will inevitably become disordered.

On the side of the beauty, there are few people who sit still.

In particular, I have rarely had such intimate contact with women in recent years.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Nan Lisu clinged to the young man's body, with a graceful posture and exquisite curves.

The air froze, becoming more and more quiet.

Even the heartbeats of the two people could be heard so clearly.

Although he has not been in the wind and moon, he also understands that if he continues like this, he will inevitably develop in an uncontrollable direction.

By then, it will be too late for anything.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable messy thoughts in his head, Liu Xiaofan gently pushed away Nan Lisu in his arms without a trace, flicked his finger in front of her forehead, and scolded with a smile: "With the amount of food you eat, I'm afraid that if you pick all the osmanthus flowers in the entire Vermilion Bird City and make cakes, it won't be enough for you to eat!"

"I hate it! Where can I eat so much!" Rubbing his slightly reddened forehead in annoyance, Nan Lisu glared at the young man in front of him, pouting and puffing out his anger.

A trace of loss swept away between the eyes, imperceptibly.

Saying this, the light veil on his face fell to the ground at some point.

Lined with moonlight, the girl surnamed Nanli has a face that captivates the city.

The face is like a peach blossom, and the eyebrows are shy.

Green silk is like a waterfall, skin is better than snow, and rhino finger condensation.

Looking at Nan Lisu, Liu Xiaofan was slightly distracted.

Suddenly, realizing that he was out of shape, he couldn't help but turn his head, coughed slightly, and said coldly: "Exorcise demons as puppets, and point stones as puppets!"

Nanli Su Liu's eyebrows were raised, and his voice was very cold, "All the people of the Demon Sealing Sect, there is only one person who can control such a big demon, so I will let Granny Hua and them go after and kill Xie Yan's old immortal!"

He took out a piece of jade pendant from his arms, and the killing intent in his phoenix eyes grew.

This killing intent is not what such a gentle woman should have.

"Forget it, rest quiet. The two mothers-in-law beside you are indeed good at cultivation, but they will not be Xie Yan's opponents, that old puppet is not as simple as it seems, and he doesn't know how many demon puppets are in his hands, it is too risky. Reaching out and rubbing Nanli Su's soft hair, Liu Xiaofan smiled and said, "Hu Niu'er, I know you want to be angry for me, but this matter itself shouldn't involve you." ”

After a slight pause, his expression suddenly became solemn, and the young man's voice was very soft, "Feng Demon Sect, there may be hidden immortals." Xie Yan, you can't kill ...... for the time being."

When the words fell, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he gasped.

"Brother Xiaoman, what's wrong with you?" Nanli Su couldn't help but be a little curious when he saw the young man's expression, lowered his head, and only then did he notice the wound on Liu Xiaofan's arm, there was a faint black mist swirling, and even the blood that was spilling slowly dripping was black.

It seemed that he didn't want to lose face in front of Nan Lisu, so he couldn't help but turn his hand behind his back, Liu Xiaofan bared his teeth and said: "It's not in the way, it's just a little demonic poison, just wait for me to force it out later!"

"Brother Xiaoman is messing around, the demon poison eats people's bones and blood the most, where can it be delayed!"

Twisting the lid open, he poured out a purple pill, crushed it with a slight force with his two fingers, and sprinkled it on the boy's wound.

But he didn't want to, his fingers accidentally touched the outside of the wound, and Liu Xiaofan, who was in pain, took another breath of cool air.

With an innocent smile, Nan Lisu stuck out his tongue at the boy and explained, "I'm sorry, Brother Xiaoman, I didn't mean to help someone else with medicine for the first time!"

"Forget it, I'll do it myself!"

Shaking his head, Liu Xiaofan used his uninjured hand to grab the jade bottle, but was dodged by Nan Li Su's dexterous slight sideways.

"No, stay in peace, I finally have a chance to perform!"

"Tiger girl, you can do well, spare me......"

"Brother Xiaoman!"

In the middle of nothingness.

The two old women stood side by side, in chaos.

Holding a dragon sparrow and snake stick, the corners of his mouth are smiling.

"I never thought that the tanuki had no intention of inserting willows, but it made the relationship between the little county lord and this demon prince one step closer. Looking at the scene below, the old woman who was called by Nan Lisu as a flower mother-in-law smiled, and said: "I originally wanted to catch that little demon to draw the soul, and I thought that it was unintentionally inserted into the willows, and this time the capital crime will be spared." ”

"Hehe, the beast leaves the skin, and the goose plucks its feathers. According to the rules of the Nanli clan, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime is unforgivable. Beside her, another old woman smiled, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and the cane in her hand moved forward slightly.

On the other side of Namzhi City, a snow-white tanuki with no trace of variegated color jumped onto a roof, its limbs suddenly stiffened, and it was shocked that danger was coming behind it, and its fur rose all over its body.

If you want to hide, it's too late.

With a wail, he fell off the wall.

Crawling on the ground, struggling to get up.

After several attempts, he finally staggered to his feet and staggered into the shadows

What is surprising is that behind this tanuki is actually three furry tails.

After doing all this, the old woman no longer paid attention to the whereabouts of the tanuki, but looked at Liu Xiaofan in the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Sister Hua, you said that the little lord of our family cares so much about the demon prince." Could it be true that as your sister guessed, this demon boy is the Jiang family Vermilion Bird who made an exception to enter the last Hidden Dragon List three years ago?"

"Don't say it, don't say it..."Granny Hua's eyes closed slightly, and she slowly spoke: "The one on the demon boy's arm is just a skin injury, just use some ordinary gold sore medicine." Our little county lord is most like the clan lord in the clan on weekdays, and he has always hated wasting indiscriminate medicinal materials. The wound was dressed with a bottle of 'Three Turns Poria Pill' that took her several months to concoct, and there were only three pieces in total, even the little county lord herself has been reluctant to use it. Today, I used two in a row for the demon boy. ”

Glancing at Granny Yu beside her, Granny Hua was meaningful: "That demon prince is an upstart among the young generation in the Northern Regions, but according to the temperament of our little county lord, don't say that you are the demon son of the Iron Sword Demon who swallows immortals, it is the emperor Jun Emperor who ranks first among the seven sons of our Great Qin, I am afraid that I will not raise my eyelids." If you say that the demon boy is just a demon son, you and I will not believe it if you say it. ”

"So, the girl that the demon boy brought, do we want to...?"

Bowing slightly, speaking of this, Granny Yu didn't say any more, but raised her hand and gently compared it downward.

"Shut up!" Granny Hua's face changed, and she raised her hand and slapped Granny Yu's face, glanced at the small building not far away with some jealousy, and lowered her voice and said, "Don't even think about these thoughts!"

"Senior sister, I..." covered her face, Granny Yu wanted to say something more, but when she saw Granny Hua next to her with a gloomy face and about to drip water, she finally didn't speak again.

In an instant, the two figures dispersed and disappeared into nothingness.

......

......

E-time.

The moon is westward, and the sky is like splashing ink.

When the day is about to dawn, the night is darkest.

Ying Gongzi stood in front of the window and looked up at the gloomy sky.

Inside, the candles flickered.

Standing alone like this, a little lonely.

I didn't sleep all night, but I didn't feel tired at all.

For no reason, he sighed lightly.

Turn around and sit back at your desk.

Holding the pot, he poured himself a cup of tea, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

Then, place the cup between your lips and enjoy the tea.

The tea entered the throat, and I was inexplicably a little irritable.

After coming out for a long time, he temporarily waved the disturbances, and settled in the city of Nanzhi City, trying to slowly withdraw the already tired heart from the turbulent 'cage' of the Black Emperor City.

Even a little.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

The news that came from the Black Emperor City like a storm was like this night without light, and it was unprovoked and oppressive.

After a while, there was a touch of white on the sky, and it was not bright.

In the spring of Namggyi Fortress, the wind is the most violent in the morning.

The wind howled more and more, as if a vast river was surging from the horizon.

Holding a teacup back to the window, listening to the wind outside the house, Ying Gongzi's face became more and more cold.

The momentum rose suddenly, wanting to be higher than the heavens.

Until, a soft and glutinous "meow" sounded mellow from the corner.

His lips were slightly upturned, and his momentum suddenly retracted.

"Wanwan, where did you go?"

Squatted down and called softly.

I saw a small, round and furry figure running towards him.

Before I could see it clearly, I felt a sinking in my hand.

Ying Gongzi lowered his head, and saw the lazy tanuki looking at him with wide eyes and licking his fingers gently.

Lazy, somewhat listless.

Different from the gray and brown of ordinary tanuki, this tanuki, which is called Wanwan by Ying Gongzi, has a snow-white fur, like satin.

Maybe it was because I sneaked out to play too much last night, and after a while, I squinted and curled up in the arms of the young man, as if I had found a warm place.

The fluffy tail landed fluffily on the robe of the winning boy, like a soft wind.

Compared to dogs, the Qin people seem to be better cats.

Whether it's in the Black Emperor City, or a small border town like Nanzhi City.

But all the wealthy people are more likely to raise high-quality civet dogs.

Not for mouse-catching, purely for its elegant appearance and agile posture.

Raising cats was originally the entertainment of some rich and noble families in the palace of Emperor Qin.

Over time, it has become a trend in the Northern Regions of Great Qin.

There are clouds in ancient books, 'The cat is a raccoon dog, so it is called a raccoon slave, and it is also a raccoon dog, or a Menggui. ’

Among the many categories, there are several of the best, and the names are quite poetic, such as 'treading the snow to find plums', 'dark clouds covering the snow', 'black jade heavy pearls', and so on......

And the one in the arms of Ying Gongzi is even more promising, the famous 'four o'clock is good', and there is no one in ten thousand.

It is also a bit fateful, this snow-white civet cat named Wanwan was rescued from the wolves when Ying Gongzi was seven years old when he went out hunting with his grandfather.

Since then, he has been kept by his side.

Speaking of which, even the name 'Wanwan' was given by his grandfather, who was in Kyushu with one hand covering the sky.

Over the years, no matter where I went, I would take it with me, and I didn't feel tired at all.

Even if you occupy your own carpet every night, you won't feel annoyed.

Even, even at night, they sleep together.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw the lively little guy lying comfortably on the soft quilt during the day, and I probably felt cute when I fell asleep, and I secretly looked at the warm pit on the quilt.

Especially, wait until a rainy night.

Drinking alone, sitting alone, does not feel lonely.

Holding the tanuki in his arms, Ying Gongzi slowly got up, took down a stack of rice paper from the bookshelf, and spread it out on the table.

Grinding ink, lifting the pen.

In an instant, a volume of 'Beauty Hugging a Cat' was presented in front of me.

The painting depicts a beautiful woman wearing a purple dress, with slightly curled lips and eyes like a crescent moon.

The dimples grow, one deep and one shallow.

After thinking about it, I wrote a poem again.

'Like a tiger can be a wood, like a horse does not lie down. Mint is always drunk, with me in the old mountain village. Listen to the rain and monks, pick up the lamp and hug the hearth. Don't be lonely, the road is accompanied by a big raccoon slave. ’

The pen walks the dragon and snake, word by word, and the love is overflowing.

In her arms, Wanwan seemed to feel something, her hairy head rubbed slightly, and the hair on her tail gently brushed the tip of her nose, tickling.

Ying Gongzi looked down at the hairy guy, tightened his arms, and smiled tiredly.

Sometimes, I really want to ignore it, just take 'Wanwan' like this, and then take her back from that person.

It's good to go anywhere, leave Kyushu, go to a quiet place without temples and rivers and lakes, and live your own life.

The rooster crows, the sun rises in the east.

Sunlight enters the room for three points and spills in front of the table.

Painting in the poem, painting in the picture.

Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water.

Cat in arms, pillow book.

Ink on the plate, people in the heart.

These are all fainted in the flickering candle flames, rendering the whole room quiet and serene, and the feelings are long.

With one hand supporting his head, Ying Gongzi's eyes were closed, he fell asleep, and muttered in a low voice: "Qingmei restores the green ants, I still remember the past, in the suburbs of Fancheng, the child returned with his clothes." ”