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"Damn! This guy is a human cultivator! How did he get in here?!"

"Protect Your Highness! Take down this human being!"

Before the two of them could say a word, all the guards in the White Tiger Palace were startled, and they rushed into the bedroom at the fastest speed like a flood, and surrounded Jianqing who was standing in the center of the hall, three layers inside and three layers outside.

Immediately, there was a uniform clang of sabers, and the dazzling white light of the sabers dazzled Jianqing's dark eyes.

The latter turned a blind eye to this, and did not even call out the Chuxue Sword from the scabbard behind it.

He just silently looked at the man on the opposite bed, who was only a few feet away—at this moment, His Highness the White Tiger Demon Emperor, who was already very popular in front of the Demon Emperor, was enjoying the service of Meiji's pampering in disheveled clothes.

This is exactly what a high-ranking aristocrat should enjoy, isn't it?

What's more, that beautiful girl's jade-like fingertips gently rest on the white neck of His Royal Highness the Demon Emperor, which is so pleasing to the eye compared to the calloused hands that hold swords all year round.

After all, 500 years have passed...

Ignoring the elite soldiers of the Yaozu who were staring at him, Jian Qing flashed a lot of memories in his mind, so close - as if he just woke up from a good night's sleep and remembered what happened yesterday.

But all the scenes in front of him told him coldly, some of them had slipped through his fingers unknowingly, and so did the memories.

The two thin lips formed a straight line without ups and downs, Jian Qing unconsciously pinched the fingers in the sleeves tightly, and lowered his eyelids slightly.

"Stop everything! Who let you in! Get out!"

A deep roar that was a little short of breath due to the quickening of breathing suddenly exploded in the hall.

A group of loyal guards from the demon clan stared blankly at His Royal Highness the Demon Emperor. The latter had jumped off the soft round bed at some point, and he, who used to cherish his manners the most, didn't even bother to straighten his loose, loose body. More than half of the pajamas were opened.

"Your Highness? But this cultivator..." Among them, the blind-headed Qing who didn't know his eyes, reminded him, and immediately changed into a deeper roar: "Get out!"

The guards didn't dare to talk too much, they silently put away their weapons and filed out.

Including the petrified fox maid—this was the first time she had seen His Highness lose his composure in so many years.

The palace quickly became empty again, no one spoke, and the oppressive silence was suffocating.

Du Zhilan had already recovered from the surprise of seeing the person in his dream, but he still didn't dare to speak loudly, even took a deep breath, and even stared at the other person carefully, the hand hanging by his side couldn't help pinching himself hard The burning pain in the thigh showed that it was not a erotic dream.

The silence that was first broken by Jian Qing.

"Are you... all these years okay?" Jian Qing's calm and quiet voice was like a quiet spring, causing circles and ripples in Du Zhilan's heart.

In terms of the lifespan of the Yaozu, the Yaohuang, who was still young, suddenly forgot how smooth-talking and eloquent he was usually, and stood there in a daze.

"I'm...very good..." Du Zhilan subconsciously nodded obediently, but stopped abruptly, then shook his head vigorously, "Not good! Not at all! Jianqing, are you...really back? It's not me Dreaming?"

His silly appearance overlapped with the familiar one in Jian Qing's memory in an instant, Jian Qing looked away in a daze, and slowly shook his head: "Of course it's not a dream."

Du Zhilan's eyes opened wider and wider, and he couldn't help feeling sour and burning. He walked a few feet quickly, and then stopped suddenly, as if he was afraid that the treasure he had finally acquired would be broken.

"I have been to your master's gate... I saw you sealed in ice, I called you, but you couldn't hear me... I don't know when you will wake up, or keep your eyes closed forever... I want to burn those ice cubes with fire ! But your senior brother said he would kill you..." Du Zhilan's intermittent hoarse voice was filled with grievances, and he rambled on and on.

Jian Qing's pupils shrank slightly, he didn't know about this, the only senior brother Tianxuan who knew about it had already gone to some corner of the heaven to enjoy himself.

Soon he withdrew his gaze, and said calmly: "I couldn't hold on the day I crossed the catastrophe. In the end, I vaguely felt that my brother had saved me. Afterwards, my consciousness has been ups and downs in the darkness. When I woke up, I just felt..."

The voice paused for a while, Jian Qing lowered his eyes and thought about his words for a while, and finally said: "I just feel that I have slept for a long time, and I am a little hungry."

Another sentence was kept in my stomach, but I didn’t say it—it’s good to be alive, and finally, I lived up to the agreement with you.

However, it seems too long...

The corners of Du Zhilan's mouth curled up slightly, his heart was itching like a cat's paw, and he finally couldn't help getting closer, and said bluntly, "Are you hungry? I'll ask them to give you a big table of delicious food. I guarantee you've never eaten it before."

Having said that, he couldn't help but excitedly grabbed the other person's hand and held it in his palm, wanting to hold him tightly in his arms, touch him wantonly, and want to...

"No need." The moment he was touched, the burning sensation on the back of his hand made Jian Qing's heart tremble slightly.However, he quickly controlled his emotions, and with a slight twist of his wrist, he easily broke free.

"Now that I'm all right, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I came to the demon world just... to visit old people. Since you are doing well, I am also very relieved. The three worlds are fighting and the current situation is chaotic. I should also go to the Shenxu sect. You, take care of yourself."

Jian Qing's dark eyes were bottomless, and his tone of voice didn't fluctuate too much. He really looked like a fairy who had no desires, no desires, and was too forgetful.

"Jianqing, you—!" Du Zhilan's heart sank in surprise and joy just now, his smile froze on his face, full of disbelief, "What are you talking about? Why do you want to go back? Don't you want me? "

Jian Qing's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he couldn't help showing a wry smile: "You are already the head of the top ten demon emperors in the demon world, and you have many loyal subordinates around you. It doesn't matter whether I'm here or not..."

As a cultivator, he shouldn't be bothered by love, not to mention Jian Qing's arrogance. Since the other party has no intentions, why should he bother?

After finishing speaking, Jian Qing didn't dare to look at him again, turned around and walked out.

"Don't go!"

An extremely angry roar came from behind.

Jian Qing was startled, only to realize that he couldn't take a step forward—the hem of the clothes was pulled by a strong force, and it would be torn if he moved again.

He looked back, and saw a snow-white little tiger clinging to the ground with its four paws firmly on the ground, its teeth biting his clothes, staring at him with arrow-like eyes, and standing behind him with its thick, fluffy tail. , the fur all over his body exploded, and he hummed angrily.

That little figure was clearly threatening—"If you dare to leave, I will bite all your clothes to pieces!"