Brother thinks I'm too silly, what should I do?

A miserable cry followed, as if the wings of a bird had been broken off. At first it was still a cry, but then it turned into a barely audible moan.

Luo Chen suddenly turned his head, and Fu Nanqiao followed suit, heaving a sigh of relief, the first time he thanked the demons for coming was just in time.

He glanced at Fu Nanqiao, as if he was about to speak, Fu Nanqiao understood, and smiled, "Let's go, big brother."

He nodded, turned and walked ahead.

When I first came to the deserted forest, it was only three quarters of the day, and after a long while, the sky had already turned pale. Luo Chen was walking in front, looking a little absent-minded, probably still thinking about what happened just now.

He had thought about the circumstances under which he would express his heart, but he never thought that he would be so sudden, unprepared, and want to tell the whole story.

It was funny when he thought about it, but with just a few words, there was already a gap between him and his senior brother, and he couldn't even be as unscrupulous as before.

Really, a little lost.

Xiao Zeming pierced his subordinates with a sword in front of the demon king of the revival faction. The people under him were so dumbstruck that they almost shouted with all their strength, "Master, go!"

The old man in his dying years was crushed to death by the last straw, and now he looked like a clown, his temples were like frost, the magic sword in his hand went deep into the ground, and there were several hideous knife marks on his body. He straightened his body and looked at everyone, with hatred, anger and killing intent in his eyes.

Xiao Zeming sneered, "At the end of the battle."

Chu Ningxi closed her eyes slightly, feeling a little unbearable to watch this scene, Fu Ling took her arm and pulled her to her side, and put her hands in front of her eyes.

Song Boyao's eyes were dark, and he opened Fu Ling's hand angrily. The latter sneered, disapproving.

The Demon King laughed wildly and said, "Unexpectedly, I would spend my life in a miserable life, but in the end I would die at the hands of you juniors. It's really ridiculous."

Fu Nanqiao walked with some difficulty, his eyes moved from the demon king's hideous scars to his ravine face, it was a face that had been worked hard for a long time, it was completely opposite to his blood relatives in that resort, but somehow, he just looked at it that way Then, the two gradually reunited.

His father hid his family in a resort and did not care about world affairs. All he wanted in his life was to guard these hundreds of relatives. The fairy gate kept the oath that the demon king passed away. As long as there is no chaos, the fairy gate will not step in One step to the resort - Ke Mingran...

Together with Han Chi, the old man on the verge of death laughed and closed his eyes, "My demon clan has killed countless people—is the blood of the demon cultivators in your hands clean?"

The cold wind cut the old man's cheek, he straightened his body expressionlessly, and his proud appearance gave Luo Chen sympathy for a moment.

Just as he was thinking, a flash flashed in front of his eyes, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Fu Nanqiao—"

Xiao Zeming withdrew his sword abruptly, but it was still a step too late.

Fu Nanqiao held his sword with his bare hands, his spirit sword was stained red with blood, the cold air seemed to be extinguished, and he was dying.

He retracted the spirit sword nervously, his heart beating like a drum, "What are you doing?!"

The Demon King looked at him in astonishment, but he didn't fight back when he got a gap.

Fu Nanqiao's eyes were bloodshot, probably from this moment, he began to realize that good and evil are not compatible, and he will definitely run counter to this group of people who are fighting side by side - because at this moment, his heart is actually towards the demons. yes.

Probably because of his words, he has taken this step, and he has already stood on the opposite side of them.

An unspeakable emotion filled his chest, and his voice was hoarse, "Can you save his life..."

Hearing that, the people present looked at him incredulously, even Fu Nanqiao was puzzled by what he said, Xiao Zeming walked over and held his arm and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy? Take a good look at who you are doing for plead!"

Yes, who is he pleading for, this person has hundreds of lives in his hands...

The demon king next to him laughed out loud, and looked at Fu Nanqiao inexplicably, "In the end, there is no balance between good and evil, and the law of the jungle prevails - this gentleman sees that you are blocking this sword for me, and I advise you, today's Although this road has countless benefits for you, it may not be suitable for you, you and this gentleman are both destined to be soldiers."

His words stopped, but he laughed wildly, and his embarrassed appearance seemed to be buried for the entire demon clan.

"If you don't join the evil faction in your next life, this century-old dispute has become all the rage, and there are still people who want to change these people's minds. It's ridiculous, ridiculous—"

His knees crushed dead branches all over the ground, and with spiritual power in his hand, he crushed his sky cap with a single palm. His back, which had just stood upright like a tree, just fell straight down without a sound.

Fu Nanqiao stiffened and looked at the fallen old man motionlessly, as if he saw his father's shadow.

Chu Ningxi ran over and held his hand, feeling a little distressed, "Does it hurt, Junior Brother, Senior Sister will bandage it for you."

The medicine belt she conjured up lightly rubbed it on him, and Song Boyao walked over and asked indiscriminately, "What happened to you just now?"

Chu Ningxi turned her head and glared at Song Boyao, who closed his mouth and did not speak.

The pain from the wound on the palm came faintly, his heart tightened, he suddenly raised his head to look at Xiao Zeming, Xiao Zeming also looked at him, his voice was cold, "Fu Nanqiao, I have something to tell you."

Hearing this, Chu Ningxi stood in front of him, "Young Master Xiao, just now my junior brother just sympathized with the Demon King, and did not have any collusion with Demon Cultivator."

Xiao Zeming had a cold face, "I know, that's not what I'm going to talk about."

Fu Nanqiao pulled the corner of La Chu Ningxi's clothes, and said, "Senior sister, this place is the boundary of the resort, you can't stay for long, you go back first, I'll go find you after I finish talking with Xiao Zeming."

Chu Ningxi glanced at him with some hesitation, and nodded, "Okay."

Xiao Zeming stepped towards the distance, Fu Nanqiao turned his head and glanced at Luo Chen, he was not looking at himself, leaving only a thoughtful back.

A gust of wind for no reason blew away the dead leaves that were dying on the branches. Fu Nanqiao picked them up with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Sometimes the more you try to hide something, the more it will come out in a variety of ways."

Fu Nanqiao smiled wryly.

"The year you were born, Immortal Yuze ascended to the throne, and it is said that he left behind a half-human, half-devil young son. The Demon King has been looking for his own son for more than ten years..."

Fu Nanqiao lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

This place is too close to the resort, and the demonic energy in his body is getting more and more rampant. He forcibly endured it so that no one would see it. Just now, he lost control of his emotions and accidentally got blood on his spirit sword...

"I should have thought of it earlier." Xiao Zeming couldn't laugh or cry, "I really thought you overheard something on the street... It turns out that the eldest brother is the son of the Demon King."

Fu Nanqiao clasped her hands tightly and said in a muffled voice, "Well, so you want to break off relations with me?"

"You're going to tell me this? Do you think I'm so angry now because of your blood?" Xiao Zeming's lips trembled a few times, "Fu Nanqiao, I'm just such a superficial person in my heart, just because you have the demon clan I'm going to break up with you with half blood?"

A series of questions hit his heart like a hammer, he paused and said, "That's not what I meant..."

"What does that mean?" Xiao Zeming asked.

He pursed his lips, "I'm... scared."

"What?" Xiao Zeming was taken aback. He and Fu Nanqiao had known each other for many years, but he had never heard him say the word "fear".

"I'm afraid that you will ignore me because of who I am."

Seeing him hanging his head, Xiao Zeming softened his expression, "I made friends with you because you are Fu Nanqiao, it has nothing to do with your identity."

Fu Nanqiao's wandering eyes flickered, and then fell down sadly, "Xiao Zeming, keep it a secret for me."

As the Demon King said, the current atmosphere of conflicting righteousness and evil has been deeply rooted. No matter how prestigious and high-class disciple Fu Nanqiao used to be, if he was stained with the blood of the Demon Cultivator, he must not be able to integrate with decent thinking. How could he change his position because of him alone.

Xiao Zeming naturally knows how to measure, "Well, good."

Not far away, a black figure with long eyelashes slightly drooped to cover the gloom in his eyes, disappeared into the jungle as he finished speaking.

As the golden sun sank, a continuous sunset slanted down from nearby, a crow followed Fu Nanqiao all the way from the deserted forest, chirping very troublesome.

He casually took a wooden stick and opened the crow, the crow had just avoided it, and followed it relentlessly.

Fu Nanqiao frowned, and sent a wave of spirit power towards him. The crow just happened to collide head-on with his spirit power, and then turned into a wave of magic energy, disappearing without a trace.

Fu Nanqiao paused slightly, then turned around, "Young Master is here, why are you still hiding?"

As soon as the words were finished, Mingran came out from behind, his eyes flashed coldly, and he approached slowly, and a few black crows flew around, giving him a bit of murderous aura.

Fu Nanqiao took a few steps back, holding Huaping tightly in his hand.

"It's really hidden." Ming Ran sneered, "Brother."

The demons have been the weak and the strong since ancient times, and there are countless brothers fighting against the wall. The demon king has been looking for him for several years, but he always encountered obstacles in the middle. He should have thought of it-his younger brother did not want him to come back.

Fu Nanqiao nodded slightly, "Are you going to kill me?"

The devilish energy in Mingran's hand increased tremendously, "If my brother comes back, I won't be the devil king anymore."

"I have no interest in the position and I don't want to go back."

"What a living person says doesn't count."

In a flash before his eyes, Mingran had already arrived in front of him, shackling his lifeline.

At the critical moment, he unexpectedly thought of the old man with gray temples, and his eyes gradually darkened.

"Ming Ran."

he called him.

Ming Ran's eyes were cold, the strength in his hand was loosened, his head was slightly tilted, and his eyes were narrowed, "Do you have any last words?"

The crow flew in front of him exuding demon energy, he held his breath and met Shang Mingran's eyes, "If you become a demon king, will you protect the resort?"

Ming Ran paused for a moment, and her eyes flickered undetectably.

He asked again, "Will you?"

"You care too much."

"Although I grew up in Xianmen, I always have relatives in the resort. I don't hope that the resort that my father has devoted all his life to protect will end like the revivalists one day. I..."

"You don't need to worry about it." Ming Ran's eyes moved, "Everything I do is to make them feel better."