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"I dreamed that you were dead." Yan Zhi's opening words were not good, "I fell from a very high place, and I watched from the side."

Seeing that Yan Huai just looked at him and didn't answer, Yan Zhi grinned and said, "Don't look at me like that, it's not that I don't want to save you, I'm also in danger in my dream."

Yan Huai gave him a look, Mo Yao asked, and then?

"Then..." The banquet stopped for a while, as if he was considering his words: "I was crying in my dream."

This is the reason for Yan Zhi's hesitation. He never cried. Crying in front of Jing Rong is to win sympathy, and to stop Jing Rong from Xia Yuan so as not to discover their secrets. This handy acting skills and crying in dreams, After all, it is two different things.

"I seem to be crying a lot, but it's not just because of you." Yan Zhi turned his eyes and his voice didn't feel lowered: "It seems to be me, but it doesn't seem to be me. How can I wear red... ..., and, and you."

"I didn't know you could wear light colors." Yan Zhi tried hard to recall the incomplete dream, "You are wearing cloud water blue, right? I can see it very clearly when it is stained with blood."

and so……

"You came to curse me to death."

"No such thing!" Yan Zhi's expression froze, the ability of Yan Huai's words to bring the scene to a stalemate is really beyond the reach of ordinary people, but fortunately he has been trained by Yan Huai to persevere.

Yan Zhi closed his eyes and sorted out his thoughts, and replied: "It's just that your wedding date has just been set, and I had such a dream again, and I want to tell you about it."

Yan Huai's mood was not high all the time, after listening to Yanzhi's words, he just said after a moment of silence: "...If he likes it, it's okay if I hand him the sword."

"What are you talking about?" Yan Zhi frowned slightly when he heard this, "Don't talk nonsense when you just got married."

"What's more." Yan Zhi turned his gaze and said with a sudden smile: "In my eastern border, even if they want to touch you, they should ask me if I will allow it."

What he said was half-truth and half-false, and the joke in his smile was mixed with some truth and falsehood. Yan Huaijing looked at the smile on Yan Zhi's eyebrows and replied lightly: "Mortal people can't kill me, my lord, the king of the demon clan, Not that weak."

"I hope, the group of remnants of cultivating the world you left behind are not so fuel-efficient." Yan Zhi sighed, and finally asked: "Are you keeping them to make a face for Zu Ningqing? Or is there another calculation?"

Maybe that's all, maybe it's something else.

The news that the demon monarch's wedding date was set on the day of his ascension quickly spread all over the world, and the unification of the demon clan was also done in one fell swoop, so it was not a big deal.

"The big wedding of the new master of the demon clan..." Jing Rong looked quietly at the barren and lush valley. He didn't need to touch it to know that there was Ningqing's spiritual power left here. As for the barren place, it was probably their Xuantian sect soul Where the lights go out, the blood and bones remain.

The number of extinguished soul lamps of Xuantian Sect disciples from Yuyao in the Southern Realm is not as good as in the battle in the Eastern Realm, and the remaining disciples whose soul lamps are still burning may be imprisoned somewhere in the Demon Palace.

But the news of the marriage of the demons, this other newcomer, is self-evident.

Going one step further will destroy Tian Cheng, his long-awaited spouse, and taking a step back will make him feel sorry for the cultivator who is imprisoned somewhere, how should he choose.

Today is the first day of the new year, and there are still fifteen days before Zhelan's wedding.

Jing Rongyuan looked at the mountains and rivers in the east as before, and felt lost. The last time he came to the east was to save Wuyuan, and at that time, his side was not so empty.

Now there is no reason to temporarily guard the extreme northern demon domain for him, and the old people in the company are separated. This world is huge, and he has never been alone.

There was also a Guangcai named Lingyun who had passed by, but only passed by.

It was Ling Yun who shook his hand, murmured softly, "I like it, I like it, Master."

It was also Yan Zhi who raised his sword and smiled, mocking him for his innocence.

How can it be considered naive, at the beginning, he clearly just hoped that everyone would be safe, why did it become an extravagant wish.

Should we stand still and indulge Ning Qing's last willfulness, or march in haste to seek justice for the monks who fell in the east.

Jing Rong closed his eyes and said lightly: "Stay here for now, collect the bones for my colleagues, and find a place for them to settle down when they return to the north."

"Yes, suzerain." The disciples behind him all bowed together.

Jing Rong waved his hand to stop, and turned around tiredly, and went to the side, that's all, just treat it as the last time he pampered Zhelan, as his wedding gift, maybe, this is also the last thing he can do for his junior as a senior One more thing.

The rest depends on Zhelan's own good luck.

The soul lamp in his palm was flickering and flickering. He originally returned the soul lamp to Zhe Lan when he was thinking of the East Territory. Now that he thinks about it, maybe Qianjiu Palace has a new soul lamp burning to light up Zhe Lan's future.

As for Ning Zhelan, who was missed by Tianjiao of Xuantianzong and the new king of the demon clan Qiqi, he didn't feel well. The colic in his stomach accompanied by the sweetness in his throat was even more difficult. After Huai left, he never drove again.

Ning Qingfu tried his best to reduce his own consumption while sitting on the table. He was about to fall into a dazed mind. When the door opened, he was pulled back. The disciples of Xuantian Sect who were imprisoned in the dungeon rushed in and said in surprise: "Master Ning Uncle, are you still alive?!"

Ning Qing tried her best to stand up to see everyone clearly, and managed to force a smile: "I know you are safe... I am fine..."

Nan Siyuan, who was in the crowd, silently handed Ning Qing an Anshen Pill, and Rong Si, who opened the door to let people go, looked at Ning Qing in a state of silence, and waited for Ning Qing to swallow the pill before saying: "My lord is benevolent, I allow you When the disciples of the same sect see you, I will hire you tomorrow, Mr. Ning, don't make such a embarrassed gesture again, and insult the majesty of our lord."

"What...?" Ning Qing was a little dazed. Compared with him, the other disciples of Xuantianzong reacted more intensely. They started arguing, talking about all kinds of nonsense that Rong Si said, and it was even more noisy. Ning Qing was upset and irritable.

Rong Si just snorted coldly: "You wouldn't be able to live today if my family hadn't honored your master and uncle."

Hearing this, the disciple of Xuantianzong who escaped from death became more and more angry. Just as he was about to argue with Rong Si again, all the words stopped under Ning Qing who suddenly coughed up blood. It was Ning Qing's palm that was blood red. Accompany him to crush his internal organs.

"Stop arguing..." Ning Qing forced a smile, "It's not easy for our uncle and nephew to reunite, please trouble the guards to give us some alone time..."

With a flash in Rong Si's eyes, he closed the door and left.

As soon as Rong Si left, the room became noisy again. A blind disciple carefully helped Ning Qing to sit down, and asked, "Master...do you really want to marry the devil...?"

"I..." Before Ning Qing finished speaking, he heard the disciple continue to say: "That devil is not a good person, uncle, please don't marry him."

"He's not..." Ning Qing pursed her lips and wiped off the blood on her palm with a handkerchief. When she wanted to refute, she was blocked by the chattering disciples again.

"He is! I saw it with my own eyes! Elder Ning Jiuchen was killed by him! He also set the fire in the valley! He killed many disciples of our sect!" The blind disciple was quite excited, "My eyes... are also in the mountain fire. It was burned, and now he still imprisoned you, Master Uncle, in order to marry you by force, he really is a heinous devil!"

Ning Qing couldn't argue, so he simply sighed and remained silent.

There were a lot of chatter in the room, most of which were about insulting the demon cultivators and how unjust the demon race was. Ning Qing was silent for a long time, until a young disciple saw that he didn't show his attitude, and said softly: "Uncle Master... don't you Will...you voluntarily entered into an marriage relationship with the Demon Lord, right?"

Before Ning Qing could answer, Nan Siyuan laughed and said, "How is it possible? Fellow Daoist Ning was taken captive here, so he naturally hated the demons."

That's right... He probably hates Moxiu and even the Mozu, and even, Yan Huai...

Ning Qing said nothing, as if acquiescing to Nan Siyuan's words, the disciples of Xuantianzong became more and more excited, and even suggested: "How can we disciples of the cultivation world suffer such humiliation? If you gather together, if you don't kill them, you will be innocent even if you die!"

"There's no need to be so reckless." Nan Siyuan became more relaxed after explaining that he was an undercover agent and not a traitor, "This is the magic palace, and it's not a place where we can shout and kill."

"Since this devil is coveting the appearance of Fellow Daoist Ning, why don't we use this as an opportunity..."

Hearing Nan Siyuan's words, Ning Qing faintly wanted to laugh. This Nan Siyuan really could say anything in order to win people's hearts. There is no need to covet others.

As for the last sentence, it is clear that he wants to force him to acquiesce and participate in their plan.

Nan Siyuan brought the topic back to Ning Qing between these few words, "What do fellow Daoist Ning think?"

"I really don't want to marry him." Ning Qing paused, "But there is nothing I can do..."