Jinghua Shuiyue said that he was the new demon ancestor of the Southwest Demon Clan.

Dream Void also said that he was the new demon ancestor of the Southwest Demon Clan.

And, he also said that Jinghua Shuiyue is his lover.

If it is really a lover, it is just a lover who has turned his back on him, and it is the real Southwest Demon Ancestor who has died, Bloody Bodhi.

So simple, yet so ironic.

Because of love and hatred, Bai Wuchang said that fantasy and nothingness may be a murderer, which seems reasonable.

Dreamy Void heard Bai Wuchang say this, without making any excuses, and said coldly at the corner of his mouth: "I'll wait for you to come up with evidence to prove that Jinghua Shuiyue is the murderer." ”

With hatred, he walked away drunk.

Under the stars and moon, there is only a lonely back, torn apart by the moonlight and the shadow of the tree.

"For a woman, the demon who tosses herself is not like a demon, and the ghost is not like a ghost. No matter what, Yuru always has no good impression of her, even if he is gone, she has to laugh at him behind his back: "Waste!"

After scolding at his back, he turned his head and asked Bai Wuchang again: "Do you really think he is a murderer?"

Bai Wuchang lowered his eyebrows and smiled, did not directly answer Yuru's question, and said a chilling sentence: "If you can't catch the murderer, someone will die in vain here every day." ”

After saying this, he smiled proudly: "However, there are two people who must die at the end of their turn." ”

"It's you and the black impermanence. Yuru raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Because everyone says that you are murderers, and murderers, how can you die in front?"

Bai Wuchang took a sip of wine, nodded and smiled: "What you want to say is exactly what I want to say." ”

The sky has turned white, and the sunlight is the goddess Snow Peak, clothed in golden glow.

Under the protection of the Goddess Peak, there are still people who cannot escape a tragic death.

There was a cry in the distance, and I saw the demons gathering in the distance.

Bai Wuchang knew that the variables had come, so he immediately put away his laziness and stepped on the wind.

In the middle of the demon group, there was a broken corpse, if it weren't for the corpse being frozen, locking up a few traces of demon spirits, it would have been incinerated by the heavenly fire.

The head and face of the corpse were blurred, like a mess of mud, and half of the body was melted into dirt.

Looking at this tragic scene, before he died, he could not escape torture.

The person who cried him was a person from the Southwest Demon Realm, and Jinghua Shuiyue was also among them.

Bai Wuchang let out a long sigh, he recognized the dead man's clothes, exactly the same as last night's dream nothingness.

The man who was still talking about hatred last night couldn't breathe this morning, and he didn't know who to ask for this grievance.

Mirror Flower Water Moon flicked her sleeves and cast a spell, conjuring a warm wind, melting the ice of the dreamy and void corpse, and sending away the few remaining wisps of demons.

The heavenly fire came, and the dream nothingness drifted between the heavens and the earth in the sorrowful cry of the southwest demon world, and failed to escape the fate of the demon.

There were two lines of tears in the ice eyes, and the mirror flowers and water moon looked up to the sky and screamed sadly: "Black and white impermanence, you kill me to pay for my life!"

It seems that as long as someone dies, the murderer is black and white, what is the reason?

Bai Wuchang spoke loudly in the demon group: "Could it be that someone saw it with his own eyes, it was a black and a white, and killed him?"

As soon as he asked a question, the demons immediately pulled out their blades, and just waited for Jinghua Shuiyue to give an order, and they were going to call thousands of demon methods.

Bai Wuchang turned a blind eye, approached the mirror, and smiled slightly bitterly: "Please give me a clear word." ”

"Although no one has seen the murderous hand of one black and one white, I know that the last person my brother saw last night was you!"

"Dream Nothingness is your brother?"

What a surprising answer!

Bai Wuchang's eyes widened, and he asked tightly, "How do you know that the last person he saw last night was me?"

"He told me personally. ”

This is another unexpected answer.

"If he told you personally, then the last person he saw last night should be you. ”

Bai Wuchang immediately pierced the flaws of the mirror flower and water, but it provoked her sneer: "I knew that you would still plant a blame on me!"

She cut her teeth, and she hated to bite Bai Impermanence to death.

"Our sister and brother have grown up together since childhood, practicing a demon art together, we can have the same heart, within a thousand miles, there is no need to meet, and the conversation is the same as in front of us. ”

I see, the flowers in the mirror and the fantasy in the dream, it seems that they do not exist, but they can indeed be seen.

Jinghua Shuiyue's explanation was so perfect that Bai Wuchang had nothing to say.

Looking at him coldly and sighing, Jinghua Shuiyue said what Dream Nothingness told me last night: "Bai Wuchang, I know you suspect that I am a murderer, I am waiting for you to investigate, but please explain, my brother's death, who should I find out this account?"

Who to count?

Of course, the murderer is counted, but the murderer is unknown now, she asked Bai Wuchang what does this mean?

Before Bai Wuchang could answer her, he suddenly heard a playful laugh in mid-air: "You can find whoever you like!"

The smile and the beautiful woman fell together, and Tingting stood beside Bai Wuchang.

Under the great sorrow of Jinghua Shuiyue's dead brother, regardless of the pain of others, the only one who dared to say such things was Luo Yuru.

But she didn't seem to be saying enough, she carefully looked at the mirror and smiled: "Since you entered the Southwest Demon Realm, you have been jumping up and down alone, and the performance is really lively, do you still want a little face?"

After scolding Jinghua Shuiyue, she turned her head and scolded Bai Wuchang again: "You are redundant, everything is because of the replacement of the demon ancestor in the southwest demon world, this is a matter in the demon world, it is a matter of your underworld, you still want to help them investigate the case, save you!"

The demon world was in turmoil, but Luo Yuru suddenly became difficult, and she protected Bai Wuchang, who might be a murderer, which caused the demons to be dissatisfied.

only cares that she is a demon ancestor, and it is not good to turn against her.

She scolded Bai Wuchang with a blank face, and when Bai Wuchang was stunned, she smiled lightly: "This place is so boring, I can't stay for a moment, will you follow me?"

This place really doesn't want people to stay any longer, not because it's boring, but because the people who stay will die sooner or later, except for the murderer.

Of course Luo Yuru knew that Bai Wuchang was not a murderer, so why did she have to drip into this troubled water?

She stepped forward to be a bad guy and dragged her out of the game.

Whether there is laughter or hatred between Luo Yuru and Bai Wuchang, this is always her heart.

If Bai Wuchang was so wise, he would definitely understand, but he could smile bitterly: "I said that I will not leave this place until I find out who the murderer is." ”

Bastard, he actually said that!

Yuru's eyes widened, unable to believe what she heard, held her breath, and asked fiercely, "Are you going to go?"

"Many people have seen black and white impermanence killing, and I can't go until I figure it out. After Bai Wuchang refused, he winked at Yuru and smiled: "Unless, the murderer, flees from here." ”

Yuru sneered: "Your life is yours, and it's your business whether you die or not." ”

After training Bai Impermanence, Luo Yuru roared in a spiritual voice: "Blood-clothed Bodhi is dead, the enchantment gate he sealed has long been invalid, I don't have to accompany the murderer here, fellow immortals, I take my leave." ”

The spiritual sound has not disappeared, the skirt is fluttering, and the jade is like a colorful cloud, which goes away with the wind.

What she said before leaving seemed to remind everyone that staying here was only to die together.

Looking at the demon ancestor in the south, the demons had their own thoughts.

The dead have died, should the survivors gamble their lives for the sake of righteousness?