Immortal, save me!

Seeing that Wu Qing was not fooled, Wu Tu fought hard and knocked out all the half-demon surrounding him. Those who were close were killed directly. Wutu had a moment to breathe and took the opportunity to knock out the little ones in the corner. The demon pulled in front of him to block the bird's attack.

The screams resounded through the palace, Wu Qing frowned, and moved his hands, but the traitor took the opportunity to escape.

A hoarse and unpleasant voice lingered in the wind, but it was a mockery of him: "He is indeed a hypocritical and hypocritical Uzbek tribesman, extremely stupid, hahaha!"

Wu Qing gritted her teeth: "Damn it!"

He immediately ordered the birds to disperse and hunt for traces of the black road.

Jiang Zui stopped there blankly, and before he could react, he saw Wu Qing turn around and walk towards him and salute: "Thank you!"

Jiang Zuo shook his head, blushed slightly and said, "No, you're welcome!"

This time he saw clearly that the other person was a beautiful man. However, he had mistakenly thought that this young man was a woman before, which was really a sin.

Wu Qing nodded and left, disappearing in front of Jiang Zuo.

Jiang Zuo looked at the empty place in front of him, feeling mixed in his heart for a moment. He sighed softly and turned around to find Brother Huang.

They are both immortal-like figures, white clouds in the sky untainted by dust, and he, a half-demon as low as dust, are destined to be people from two different worlds.

A few days later, the great prayer came to Qiaozhou.

Clouds flew across the sky and gathered on the horizon, completely covering the sun that had not yet set. Waves of coolness came with the wind, and pedestrians wrapped themselves tightly in thin clothes.

Luo Jin and Luo Jin walked on the street with normal expressions, attracting surprised looks from passers-by.

Luo Jin looked up at the sky: "Immortal, let's find an inn to rest for the night?"

Mo Yin nodded.

Qiaozhou is next to Xizhou, but it is much more prosperous than Xizhou. Along the way, the two of them seemed to have gone from a poor and backward valley to a prosperous big town. The changes were not small.

After the turmoil broke out in the Yu Kingdom, some of the people from the Yu Kingdom who came to Daqi a few years ago left, and the remaining ones were no longer relevant. The people of Daqi had been bullied for a long time and finally had the strength to resist. A group of ordinary people held Weapons surround a demon from the Yu Kingdom, using more against fewer, using fists and kicks, attacking with sticks, and acting cautiously. As soon as the demon makes a move, he immediately retreats to defend himself, and then the cycle repeats.

Luo Jin glanced at it and stopped paying attention, and walked into the nearby inn with Mo Yin. After entering the room on the second floor, he took out a black book and flipped through it. The words on it were a little different from the words they had here, and were more complicated. Like a relic from long ago.

There were pictures and explanations on it. Luo Jin looked at it and found that a certain picture looked familiar, as if he had seen it in the lonely wasteland underground palace. Unfortunately, he could only look at a picture, and it would take a lot of time to identify the text.

"Jiang Zuo said that this book was found in the Demon King's Palace. It is probably the Demon King's book."

Luo Jin said, placing the ancient book in front of Mo Yin and pointing at the words inside the book for him to read.

"Can the Immortal understand this word?"

Mo Yin shook his head: "This is not the text of Xuanling Continent."

Luo Jin rested her chin on her hands: "That's from the Fairy Continent. Some of them came here more than 800 years ago. They should have been left behind at that time."

He thought for a moment and said, "Does the Immortal still remember the man in black robes more than eight hundred years ago?"

Mo Yin paused after hearing the words, and raised his hand to his chest. His heart was beating vividly under his palm. That heart belonged to Xuan Lin. Perhaps because he sensed his emotions, the heart started to feel faintly warm.

He pursed his lips: "Remember."

Luo Jin: "That's it. The formation that the man in black robe made seems to be in this book. Even if this book is not his, it must be inextricably linked to him!"

"Oh, and the man in black robes with Le Zhi. They two should come from the same place. After all, they are both familiar with this complicated formation, and they both wear black."

Mo Yin nodded in agreement.

Luo Jin continued: "You can give this book to Le Zhi and see if he decides whether to return it to that person."

Mo Yin looked at him: "Ajin, don't you want it?"

When people in the world see exotic treasures, don’t they all want to keep them for themselves?

Luo Jin shook his head: "I don't think this book is a good thing."

Mo Yin looked at Luo Jin's serious look and couldn't help but smile. He didn't know if it was because of his heart fever, but the look in his eyes at Luo Jin also became deep and hot.

He stood up and approached Luo Jin. The usually calm person now became aggressive. He looked at Luo Jin with lowered eyebrows. He only looked at each other and didn't speak, but someone's eyes lit up.

Luo Jin moved impatiently, but refrained from moving. He looked up at Mo Yin, his eyes ready to move, but he pretended to be reserved and said: "Immortal, you are looking at me like this, but what is there on my face?"

As he said that, he reached out and touched his face, but the eyes that looked directly at Mo Yin didn't mean that. The same eager eyes seemed to have countless hooks, firmly sticking to Mo Yin's body, exuding a willful spirit. The breath that Jun picked up.

Mo Yin's eyes wandered across his face, he raised his hand and placed it on Luo Jin's heart, then knelt down and kissed Luo Jin's heart through the back of his hand.

The heartbeat in his ears quickened, and Luo Jin was breathing heavily above her head, panting slightly. She let go of her long legs and pulled Mo Yin between his legs, wrapping her whole body tightly around Mo Yin.

Mo Yin pressed his cheek against Luo Jin's chest, and the heart in his chest beat with the frequency of Luo Jin's heartbeat. He chuckled, raised his head, held Luo Jin's chin and kissed her.

The sky outside the window has completely darkened. There are no stars in the night sky tonight. Only the dark clouds have dropped thin and dense rain, which is lingering and pathos. It falls gently on every corner of the world and wets the grass, trees and flowers.

Luo Jin finally couldn't hold it anymore and hugged Mo Yin tightly. They were sweating profusely in the cool night, and the flowers in the rain were also wet by the rain. Occasionally, scattered petals fell off the branches, and the ground was stained with light red. .

How many times will the yin and the sun turn? Where will it be today?

When Mo Yin carried Luo Jin to the bed, the always energetic person also fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

The scenery here is infinitely beautiful, and the national master Wutu who fled back to Daqi is facing Le Zhi who is looking for Wu Qing.

Wutu was seriously injured. When he saw a handsome young man in white walking towards him, he looked strange. He didn't want to cause trouble and was about to go around the man and leave, but the man took the initiative to provoke him.

Le Zhi raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Tu, who was covered in scars and dressed in black and embarrassed. He immediately recognized that this man was a traitor from the Wu Qing clan, who almost killed his future wife last time.

He touched his chin and thought. Seeing that this man looked seriously injured, he probably wasn't that serious. If he took action, could he catch this guy and ask for a kiss or something?

Thinking that he looked at Wutu's embarrassed figure, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately made a move towards Wutu.