Merry little roll

"Master, how long are you going to hold that piece of wood?"

Fuyuan watched his master slumped on the bed hugging a bald piece of wood, and shook his head.

If I had known this, why bother.

Yuan Yang felt ashamed and ashamed, wishing he could immediately apologize to Mo Yin Yaojun.

Secretly, he couldn't help but think that the Demon Lord of Moyin was simply his lucky star, and the fragrance on his body was actually more effective than a panacea for all diseases.

Yuan Yang put down the sacred tree in his hand, and slowly sat up.

No matter how embarrassing it is, I will make this friend, and I will depend on it for life and death!

"Yesterday, the girl... bird, how is it?"

Yuan Yang put on his boots and barely got off the bed, the scarlet brocade robe fell to the ground, leaving traces of wrinkles.The corners of his eyes were a bit astringent, his bones were still not well, and his joints were squeezed and painful.

This man is old and has many problems.

"Tu'er is not too clear about it. I only know that she has been imprisoned in the water prison by the immortals. Afterwards, the emperor will interrogate her in person to know the result." Fuyuan lifted the brocade robe that was dragged on the ground. Standing up, he took advantage of the opportunity to help his master's half-cloaked skirt back.

Yuan Yang lowered his eyes, picked up the sandalwood box containing the hookah on the table, thoughtful.

He opened the door and slowly walked out of the hall.

The two cranes stood at the door, still looking proud and contemptuous of all beings, they shook their pointed heads, shook the dew off their bodies, and walked straight on their tall legs without even looking at Yuanyang leave.

Ever since Yuan Yang was tricked by Si Ming to exchange his Zhu Yanhu for the two, he has never enjoyed the treatment of going out to ride a fairy bird.

"Fuyuan, help me take good care of these two little ancestors, I'll go visit the newly appointed Immortal Sihuo." He paused, "If you see Moyin Yaojun, please speak for me... ...that's all."

Fuyuan couldn't help laughing when he thought of the prodigal master yesterday, and after almost remembering the two wooden beads in the master's hand, he hurriedly held back, raised his eyebrows, and wrinkled his round face, almost wrinkled .

Yuan Yang glanced at his little apprentice threateningly, and silently recited the formula in his heart, and walked away in a hurry

Maybe it was because the descendant of the magic mirror appeared yesterday, I didn't meet any other fairy families along the way, I only saw three or two fairy children passing by in a hurry, as if they were chasing some fleeing fairy birds.

"You guys run slowly." Yuan Yang watched the flesh on the faces of these little powder balls shaking as he ran, fearing that they would fall.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a murderous aura emanating from behind him, and a hurricane blew violently in mid-air. He was caught off guard and almost fell off the auspicious clouds. meaning.

Yuan Yang turned his head, only to see a man with a four-foot bronze sword in his hand, wearing a dark brocade robe, flying past him with a stiff face, the cold breath almost overflowing from his body.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Xianjun Hengning.

Xianjun walked extremely fast, surrounded by the rapidly erupting airflow, with the aura of gods blocking and killing gods, and Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas.

Yuan Yang strengthened his mantra and hurriedly chased after him.

The only thing that could make him ignite such a monstrous anger with such an indifferent temperament of Xianjun Hengning could only be about his sister, the female fairy Hengqing.

This younger sister has always been his weakness, but whenever there are some changes, Qing Leng Jianxian will suddenly become a firecracker.

It is said that thousands of years ago, Mr. Heng Ning was almost expelled from the fairyland because of this younger sister.

Yuan Yang was afraid that something would happen to him, so he chased him all the way.

Thanks to Immortal Heng Ning, he has been an immortal for so long, and he has never flown so fast. His ears are filled with the sound of hula hula, and his face is so painful from being shaved.If he had hair, it might have been shaved off.

Yuan Yang frowned in the wind.

Isn't this road leading to the mansion of the newly appointed Si Huo Xianjun!

The mist was steaming, and the fairy boy with two balls tied on his head was sweeping the ground at the entrance of the fire hall, shaking his head, and the movements of his hands were very conscientious.

While sweeping, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded in the sky, he raised his head, and saw an immortal family holding a bronze sword, attacking their Fire Immortal Palace angrily.Xiantong looked very aggressive, he hurriedly put down the broom in his hand, and tremblingly wanted to close the palace door.

Before he stretched out his hand, the fairy family roared past him.

"boom"

In an instant, the gate made of gold and jade came in, making a continuous loud noise. Xiantong stared wide-eyed in horror, and was stunned by the rising smoke.

When Yuan Yang arrived at Sihuo Immortal Hall, there was already a shattered Jinyu Gate, and the fairy boy was stunned in the ruins.

He sighed and cast a spell on Xiantong.

"Oops!" Xiantong came to his senses, patted himself on the head, turned around and ran into the fairy palace.

Yuan Yang followed behind him, bypassed the pavilions, and ran straight to the depths of the fairy hall. The surrounding flowers and plants were knocked down by the sword wind, and the jade tiles under his feet were shattered, revealing finely divided soil.

Along the way, the porcelain was scattered, the trees fell and the birds screamed.

In front of the bed, Immortal Heng Ning raised his sword, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

In the direction his sword was pointing at, a man and a woman were cuddling each other, their robes half-faded, looking very disheveled.

The female fairy shivered and nestled in the arms of the person behind her, her eyes were full of horror, her whole body was trembling, and finally squeezed out a jerky word "Brother" from the back of her throat.

But the male fairy behind him didn't show any panic, and there was even a slight smile on his lips.He patted the fairy in his arms reassuringly, and pulled her behind him.

At this time, Yuan Yang just rushed to the door, and he was relieved to find that no murder had been committed yet.

He poked inside the door, and the newly appointed Immortal Sihuo lifted the curtain and stepped out of the bed.

The man's hair was tied up high, and the flowing hair was docile behind his back. He was as delicate as a woman. Under the eyebrows were a pair of purple eyes that captivated the soul. The corners of the eyes were slightly raised, the long eyelashes were like fans, and the bridge of the nose She is handsome, but her lips are as red as peach petals just blooming on the branches in early spring.

He slightly raised his head, even though he was pointed at by the sword, he didn't change his face: "I think this is the Sword Immortal, don't worry, I will return to Zhao with everything intact, and I will return to Zhao with everything intact."

The newly appointed Si Huo Xianjun smiled softly, as if the person standing opposite him was not an enemy who came to conquer him, but his best friend.

Yuan Yang outside the door was stunned in place as if struck by a bolt from the blue.

How could it be him.

Memories that have been dusty for a long time flow out slowly like running water.

If it was really that person, even though he smiled tenderly on the surface, there must be dead indifference in his eyes.

The man had a bronze sword in front of him, and the female fairy Hengqing was hiding behind him, but his eyes were looking straight at Yuanyang who was stunned outside the door.

It seems to be carefully identifying.

It seems to already know.

"How dare you!" Enraged by his calm appearance, Heng Ning raised his sword and stabbed directly at the man's body. The sound of the sharp weapon piercing through the silk was extremely clear, piercing into the flesh and bones inch by inch. .The blood flowed down the blade, scarlet like the other shore flower that just bloomed in purgatory, one drop, two drops, as the sword deepened gradually, the blood-colored jade beads erupted, forming a wide line, smashing bright and strange colors on the ground .

"Brother!" The fairy jumped down from the bed, knelt in front of Heng Ning and grabbed the hem of his brocade robe, her face was full of tears, "No, brother...don't!"

The murderous aura around Heng Ning became more and more intense. He kicked Heng Qing off his leg, raised his wrist, and was about to completely penetrate the man's body with the sword, when suddenly a spiritual pressure surged from behind.Yuan Yang took out the wooden hooked knife from his sleeve, leaped up, the tip of the knife slid along the blood-drenched blade, rubbing against it with an ear-piercing sound, and it was difficult to stop Heng Qing's sword momentum.

His hand holding the knife was numb from the sword energy, and his ears rang. Yuan Yang silently recited a calming mantra to Heng Ning in his heart.

"Mr. Heng Ning, for my sake, stop."

Heng Ning, who was full of hostility, turned his head and saw that it was Yuan Yang. The mania in his eyes gradually weakened. Under Yuan Yang's careful guidance, he slowly put down the sword in his hand.

The fairy fell to the ground, sobbing softly, her face covered with tears.

"Yuanyang, how could you..." Before Heng Ning finished speaking, he found that the things in front of him suddenly began to double, and a feeling of drowsiness came from deep in his body. Falling down in a controlled manner.

Yuan Yang caught the unconscious Heng Ning and gently helped him onto the wooden bench.

The blood flowed all the way forward, dripping broken scarlet on the carpet.

"Sir, I knew it was you." The man leaned on the sword stuck in his body and approached him. Although the blood was constantly flowing, the smile on the corner of his lips was still tender.

"Sir, he really wouldn't leave me alone with me."

"Ning Jun, don't move anymore, don't move anymore!" Fairy Hengqing stared at the increasingly intense scarlet on the carpet, her eyes widened, she choked up and shouted, her body trembling even more.

The man didn't give her a look, he just walked towards Yuan Yang staggeringly, murmuring incessantly.

Yuan Yang looked at the female fairy Hengqing who was convulsing on the ground until she was about to faint, and then at the old friend who kept approaching him, and sighed helplessly.

Who would have thought that the newly appointed Immortal Sihuo was actually the little prince from back then!

Those accumulated memories poured out through the millennium valve. His unfavorable relationship with this little prince can be traced back to the old days when he had not yet experienced the calamity and became a fairy.

Yuan Yang took two steps back and took a deep breath: "Just stop and heal yourself."

Two common sayings are enough for the relationship between this little prince and him.

Meet on a narrow road.

Different road non-phase plan.