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Heiwu vaguely guessed what Jiang Zhuoan wanted to do, and he began to gradually shrink into the cage, condensing into the appearance of Yan Qingning.

"Master, you can't do this to me..."

He huddled pitifully in the prison, trying to win Jiang Zhuoan's sympathy with Yan Qingning's appearance.

"Is he your master?" Yan Qingning sneered, "You will get your tongue cut off if you shout at people like that."

Jiang Zhuo'an laughed and comforted him: "Don't be angry, I know you, I have always known you."

Heiwu didn't expect that the two of them would have time to flirt at this time, so he turned his gaze to Shen Ke on the other side, who had his head lowered and was tied to the side like a bereaved dog.

The pair of black eyes without any focus fluttered slightly. He held on to the last remaining demonic energy and followed the gaps in the spiritual net to explore Shen Ke's ears bit by bit. He followed his ear canal and burrowed like maggots. got into his brain.

Shen Ke's eyes suddenly became bloodshot at this moment, and the veins on his forehead also popped up for a moment, but they soon became silent again.

There was no light in those three-white eyes, which were so dark that they made people panic.

He thought that his actions were perfect, but he didn't know that Jiang Zhuoan and Yan Qingning had been waiting for this moment in their peripheral vision.

"Master, what do you want to do with this thing?" He stared coldly at the empty shell imprisoned in the spiritual net, and looked through the empty shell at Shen Ke, who had already replaced the core not far away.

Jiang Zhuo'an took his hands and covered them in his palms, and said warmly: "It's all according to Aning's wishes."

The empty shell in the spiritual net was huddled in the corner, suppressed by the excessive spiritual power to a state of exhaling more air and less inhaling. The entire human form showed a tiredness that was about to die.

"Shen Ke" who was not far away from the empty shell still lowered his head and said nothing, as if he had chosen to admit defeat.

The pair of inorganic black eyes stared at the empty shell in the spiritual network through the corner of the light, and his hands tightened unconsciously.

What happened today was just because he was too careless...

If he is given a chance, he will definitely make those who dare to plot against him pay the price...

Yan Qingning was never a kind-hearted person. He noticed that "Shen Ke"'s eyes fell on the spiritual net, and a cold smile appeared on his lips, but his tone of voice had a strange soft voice.

"Shen Ke, Master Shen, guess what...if we let out the news that you conspired with this filthy thing, what will you go through?"

"Shen Ke" didn't say a word. It was as if he didn't hear Yan Qingning's words. He just lowered his head and looked at his tied hands.

Yan Qingning didn't expect to get any news from him, so she deliberately lowered her voice and said sullenly: "People in the cultivation world will hate you like a street rat because of your contact with the demons. People from the demons will Because of your collusion with this thing, I despise you and even issue a reward order to kill you."

"Just like how you treated the demons in the world of cultivation..."

What he said was not bluffing, but stating the facts.

During his reign, the demon god of the demon clan did whatever he wanted, regardless of people's livelihood. He often led the demon clan to attack the world of cultivation, which gave the demon clan a reputation for being "many evildoers."

Thinking of this, Yan Qingning's eyes couldn't help but turn cold, and he pinched a wisp of spiritual fire out of thin air with his fingertips.

"Headmaster Shen, today I will let you take a good look at how this demon god who worked with you was burned to the point where not even the dregs were left."

As soon as he finished speaking, "Shen Ke"'s pupils suddenly dilated. He forced himself not to show his obvious emotions, and dug his nails into his flesh, desperately suppressing his urge to kill Yan Qingning.

At present, his cultivation level has plummeted, and he can only temporarily stay in Shen Ke's body to recuperate as a remnant soul. He cannot even defeat Yan Qingning, not to mention that there is Jiang Zhuo'an next to him.

Yan Qingning's words were true. He said that if he burned the Demon God, he would really burn it. The spiritual fire rising from his fingertips would completely burn the empty shell.

"Are you tired, Aning?"

Jiang Zhuo'an had secretly set up an invisible barrier around "Shen Ke" early in the morning. Now seeing that Yan Qingning was done with his work, he hurriedly came close to him, holding his hand and rubbing it, pinching his fingertips and playing with it.

"Master, I'm fine..." Yan Qingning replied helplessly.

The unobtrusive intimacy between the two stung "Shen Ke"'s eyes. He opened his mouth, and after a while he managed to taunt: "Jiang Zhuo'an, you and this demon... are really in love with each other, and they are the same species."

He was imitating Shen Ke's usual behavior, those mocking gestures towards Jiang Zhuo'an, with or without reason.

Jiang Zhuoan ignored him and still pressed close to Yan Qingning's neck, coaxing him in a good voice: "Aning, how about we get married after we get rid of this devil who is causing harm to people?"

"Let's have a wedding. It's going to be a very grand wedding. Can I be your wife?"

When he said this, he had been looking at Yan Qingning carefully, fearing that his proposal would not be agreed, and the hands at his side unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.

Yan Qingning held her chin with one hand and seemed to be thinking about this matter seriously, her face became heavy.

For a long time, he looked at Jiang Zhuo'an's deep eyes full of hope, and smiled brightly: "Sure!"

"Master, make me your wife, and I will be your husband. We invite the entire demon clan to come here to testify. No one can regret it!"

"Okay!" Jiang Zhuo'an's eyes were bright. He took Yan Qingning's hand and kissed the back of his hand with great devotion: "Then my Lord God, you must remember to marry me..."

This kind of title that had always been spoken by him suddenly fell on him, which made Yan Qingning stunned for a moment.

He stared at Jiang Zhuoan's shining phoenix eyes and confirmed again and again that this was not Jiang Zhuoan who was possessed by the main soul.

"What is Aning looking at?" Jiang Zhuo'an noticed something was wrong with his eyes and asked casually.

Yan Qingning shook his head and said, "It's just that the master is so handsome that he didn't take his eyes away for a while."

"Shen Ke" was completely ignored by the two people and was full of frustration. However, he did not dare to always show his presence in front of the two people, for fear that the two people would notice the differences between him and Shen Ke.

However, his efforts to disguise himself and lower his sense of presence were nothing more than a self-deception in the eyes of the two people who already knew his identity.

He realized that neither of them were focusing on him, so he relaxed his guard for a moment.

It was at this moment that a sharp sword suddenly penetrated his abdomen.

He turned his head stiffly and saw that the two people who were still lingering together, discussing the wedding, and talking to each other had long since separated.

One of the young men with a rather immature face was holding the sword in his hand openly, and the sword energy spreading from his abdomen was enough to crush the veins, completely eliminating all possibilities of cultivation in his body.

However, the smile on the young man's face was deliberate and evil. He suddenly drew out his sword and chuckled: "Master Shen, I'm so sorry!"

"My hand slipped!"

Jiang Zhuo'an took advantage of the fact that the demon had not yet left Shen Ke's body, used the interaction of demonic energy and spiritual power, and used his spiritual consciousness to weave a giant web, completely catching the demon.

At the moment when the giant net shattered, the remaining soul of the demon god also disappeared, leaving only a high-pitched, shrill scream...

Yan Qingning curled her lips in disgust and threw Shen Ke's body aside: "Why is this demon god so noisy even when he is about to die?"

Jiang Zhuoan took the initiative to rub his ears and coaxed him patiently: "Don't worry about these little things. Isn't everything over?"

"Our top priority now is to think carefully about how to hold the wedding in the future."