With the good-for-nothing beauty

After sending Zhou Baiyuan away, Mozun fell into a strange state.He seems to be doing everything as usual, but from time to time he makes some weird oolongs-such as walking with the same hands and feet, drinking water into the nostrils, wearing clothes on the back and so on.

Although harmless, it makes people want to laugh.

"Why does the lord seem to have lost his soul?" Han Tian finally couldn't bear to visit him one day, "Do you want to ask Xiao Bu to take a look?"

"Oh, it's okay, no need." Xu Basui waved his hand, "It's very expensive to see a doctor with a bald head. I've been poor recently."

Han Tian was puzzled, thinking that Lingshi would come out just by using your hands?

"Anyway, I'm fine, let's repair the barrier." Xu Basui said and floated to the square. Yesterday Weicheng sent a message from the underground, and it was calculated that there will be another meteorite rain in the past two days.After Xu Basui came out of the retreat, he had countless strengths all over his body, and at this time he was able to mend the barrier most firmly.

He squatted on the pillars of the square like a cat, running his spiritual power, vaguely feeling that there were still those icy streams in his body that made people tremble, and the blue and red teeth marks on his body surface had not faded away naturally.That guy seems to have a grudge with him, many traces are accumulated layer by layer, and it is impossible to disappear by itself in a short time without using spiritual power to eliminate them.

After Xu Basui finished patching, he looked down and saw a magic cultivator cleaning the square, and suddenly his heart stopped, and he stayed on the pillar for a long time before regaining his senses.

It was night when he returned to Nanke Pavilion, he got into the mustard space, and with a wave of his hand, countless drawers emerged. He took out the things he picked up in the past one by one, and pieced together to imagine the life of their owners in the past.

Xu Basui touched the conch, and hearing the melodious singing inside, he couldn't help but think of Zhou Baiyuan.

He was lying on the ground in a big shape, looking at the scene in the mustard space, his heart and mind were soothed, and a comfortable tiredness gradually grew, and he fell into a dream with thoughts before falling asleep.

The sound of Zhou Baiyuan singing a lullaby echoed in his ears, and his soothing touch and hug seemed to still be there.As if he was spoiled by his body temperature, Xu Basui couldn't sleep well, woke up in a daze, and was so annoyed that he scratched his hair like a chicken coop.

He sat foolishly for a while, patted his sleeves to get out of the mustard space, wandered around at night and didn't know where to go, thinking that Han Tian cared about him the most, he drifted over casually.

Han Tian usually manages a lot of things, behaves like an old-fashioned old man, maybe at this time he is lighting a lamp to memorize his little notebook at night, if he is not asleep, he can go to talk to him at night by candle...

Thinking so, Xu Basui floated outside his house and looked around. Seeing that there was no light, he touched his nose and turned to leave. Who knew that his ears were too sharp, and suddenly he heard a voice from inside the house.

"Tighten up a little." The familiar voice was low, "Kiss me, I'll give you the kiss."

Xu Basui: "?"

The Mozun suddenly realized what was the shocking direction, and hurried back to listen to the corner of the wall unkindly. If he didn't listen, he didn't know.

There was a creaking sound, and the old-fashioned and difficult voice seemed particularly light in it: "Bed board, board!"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll make another one tomorrow."

"No supplies, not many!"

"Fool, don't you know how to make some fake accounts?"

Xu Basui was shocked, and felt dizzy - this pair of bad guys actually made fake books? !

No, the point should be that the two are torn together!His mind was spinning, his eyebrows curled into a horoscope, and suddenly he heard the mournful cry of the guardian, as if he was a child in great pain.

The Mozun was even more shocked, he didn't expect that hateful blind man to be so indiscriminate, he was fighting with heaven and man in his mind whether to rescue him, when he heard the joyful laughter of the hooligan brother: "Then I don't want it anymore?"

The cry was weak, and after a while he said: "Then get out."

The creaking sound was also weak: "Is it true?"

The old-fashioned rules seemed to be worn out, and finally he changed his mouth intermittently.As soon as an important word landed, the strength of the discussion doubled, as if banging against a big wall.

The Mozun's staring eyes turned into dead fish's eyes, he stuck up two index fingers to plug his ears, turned around and floated away.

He doesn't understand how others play.Zhou Baiyuan wouldn't make such a loud noise, and he wouldn't grind him down, he just brought it up to fight and tossed it around viciously.

The insomniac Mozun had nowhere to go, so he wanted to practice Canglan's swordsmanship in the martial arts stage. Xiao Heihua taught him to dance a set of Jishenfengduan that day, and he never forgot the feeling of unobstructed spiritual veins.

Unexpectedly, when he floated to the stage, the cruel Xiao Sa was standing with his knife in his arms, guarding Xiao Ji who was dancing on the stage.

The pink umbrella swayed through the night wind, the corners of the light brown clothes fluttered like fluff, and the voice was sweet: "How about this move?"

The dark brown robe didn't move: "Rotten."

"Woo... well, I know that my aptitude is not very good, and there is no shortcut to practice. I really envy the Lord who can be reborn every time I come out of retreat. I..."

A sigh spread in the night, and the man holding the knife put the long knife behind his back: "If you want me to help, just tell me."

The pink umbrella retracted, and the umbrella owner jumped into the empty wings of a goshawk like a swallow with dancing steps.

Mozun turned around with his dead fish eyes open, and flew away in a desperate manner.

He looked at the sky and saw the crescent moon, and flew to the dungeon with the whole skirt in his clothes.

The entrance of the dungeon is under a dead sycamore tree. Even in the shelter of the enchantment, the plants of the demon world are rare.

When Xu Basui floated there, he accidentally saw a dark figure sitting under the tree.

Damn it, when a young bachelor meets an old bachelor, there is no better candidate for a late-night chat!

Xu Basui hurriedly flew over, and his happiness was simple: "Uncle! It's so late at night, and you haven't slept yet?"

The Demon Lord relaxed his back straight, he lowered his hood, and just turned his head, the Demon Lord had already floated to sit beside him, and said happily: "Old bachelor, come out to see the scenery at night?"

The Demon Lord looked at him through the hood: "Yeah."

Xu Basui rubbed his hands: "Uncle, quack quack."

"Ok?"

"Lonely old man."

Xu Basui laughed, and the Demon Lord shook his head helplessly, saying in one word: "Stupid."

The sky is like a dark curtain, the moon is remnant and the stars are sparse, and most of the night is over.

Xu Basui looked at his uncle who had no fixed place in the cold light, and joked: "Uncle, you never thought about finding an aunt?"

The Demon Monarch shook his head: "No need, I'm used to this."

"Okay." Xu Basui smiled, "Uncle, what have you been doing outside all these years?"

"Traveling." The Demon Lord didn't say much, and changed the subject: "Weicheng has checked all the clansmen in the dungeon, and I don't find anyone possessed by the dragon soul. I am very concerned about that. Maybe it escaped again. I'm going to sin abyss tomorrow."

"Leaving again?" Xu Basui felt very uncomfortable, "What the hell is Dragon Soul doing? You haven't explained it to us yet."

The Demon Lord pondered for a while, and replied: "If it is not guarded under the Abyss of Sin, the lava and demon souls under the Abyss of Sin may pour out. Moreover, the person possessed by it does not know what crazy things will happen. The soul of the evil dragon escapes from the cage, and no one can know whether it has the intention of destroying the world, so it is better to guard against it."

Xu Basui said solemnly, "That's pretty scary."

"I have to find it." Demon Lord said, "As for you, just protect the peace within the barrier, and don't go to the fairy world again."

"Remember." Xu Basui smiled, "Uncle, you see, as long as you don't pick on my father, we can have a good chat all night... You have to leave tomorrow, so I have to take my Let me ask you about the perplexity of the year."

He looked at the face hidden under the hood: "I used to feel it faintly, of course it may be my illusion, uncle, do you really hate my father?"

Demon Lord Xu Jiezhi was quiet for a moment: "Yes. Don't imitate him, he is a terrible person."

"Let's talk about Uncle Bai?" Xu Basui wanted to pry him open, "Do you have any problems? I heard a vague story before, and it seems that they are also a pair of brothers. There must be some rift between the two. Originally It is the younger brother who is more talented, but the older brother later replaced the younger brother as a high-ranking figure, and then removed the younger brother, and treated his own nephew very badly... Ah, it is really a story, I did not insinuate what you mean! Uncle It hurts me, and I know it."

Xu Jiezhi gave him a strange look: "You know a lot of stories."

Xu Basui sneered: "I love gossip."

"Coincidentally, I've heard this story before." Xu Jiezhi said indifferently, "The elder brother in the story is different. Although he is despicable, he has secured some important things, such as martial arts, such as his own flesh and blood. But your father is different. .”

The Demon Lord held the hilt of the sword, and for a moment, Xu Basui felt boundless hatred.

"He is the same, nothing is preserved."

Xu Basui was frightened by his heart-wrenching hatred. He was stunned for a while, and lightly picked his ring to explain: "The devil world is different from the fairy world. He guarded the devil world in his place for many years, and it was destroyed by natural disasters." Demon world."

"You are wrong." The Demon Lord said coldly, "Because he is a waste, a waste that can't even pull out the sword of Zhensheng, the Demon Realm was destroyed in his hands. The position of the Demon Lord has been passed down for thousands of years, and he is the most useless His generation is too useless to support the enchantment of the Demon Realm."

Xu Jiezhi suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his fingertips couldn't help shaking: "He's so useless...you need your mother to sacrifice her life."

As the night gradually turned thinner, Xu Basui felt a little chill brought by his heart and soul in the frost, looked down at his fingertips and retorted weakly: "It's not like that."

The two black robes stayed silent for a long time in the lightening night. The wind passed through the dead branches of the sycamore tree, rustling black ashes, until the dawn jumped to the branches. face.

The Demon King stood up holding the sword, opened the hood a little to look at the dawn, shook off the ashes on the robe, and said with a sneer: "When I left, I thought he could take good care of you, but it turned out that I thought too highly of him .”

Xu Basui was still sitting, holding his knees with one hand: "Then do you regret not coming back to help?"

The answer seems to be self-evident, Xu Jiezhi stretched out his hands and rubbed his head, until his hair became a chicken coop: "Be a good demon king, don't be like Xu Huo, especially don't be like him running to the fairyland to have fun and worship What kind of trick. Juntong Xiaoer is now the number one sword fairy in the fairy world, and Xu Huo has already become a dead ghost. You have a strong spiritual core and practice diligently. What can you not get in the world? What five weeks? Six people, hit the ground with one punch, and see who dares to refuse to accept it?"

Xu Basui was so rubbed that he was speechless, and when he wanted to intervene, the uncle said, "Find a powerful Taoist partner who is worthy of you, and spend the rest of your life with him. People from the fairy world are not suitable for you, and the trash of the fairy world is even less suitable for you. It's best to find someone in the local area, like your mother."

"You're here again." Xu Basui resented.

"Your mother is the best woman in the world, your father is not good enough for her." Xu Jiezhi emphasized to Sunrise, "Xu Huo is not good enough for Wuhen."

Xu Basui gave him a middle finger: "Hello!"

Xu Jiezhi patted him on the head again, turned around and left: "You have a bad eye for picking people - let's go."

He only took one step, and people don't know where the gods have gone. Xu Basui gathered the breeze with his palms full, and had to hold his knees with his hands to watch the sunrise.

Seeing that his eyes were dry, he scratched the chicken coop above his head and got up, turned around and floated to Nanke Pavilion, muttering: "Gah, come on the meteorite rain sooner."

The sooner he comes, the sooner he takes care of him, the sooner he slips away.

The demon world at this meeting is quite boring.

Back on the No.13 day of Canglan, Zhou Jin's life has already been on the right track, and he continues his daily life as a book boy in Zangshuge.His departure in January didn't bother anyone, Zhou Ming took care of everything for him.

He has been dreaming all the time recently, and unlike the one far away on the other side, Zhou Jin's dreams are not only tender, but also wild.

He always dreamed that he put the Demon Lord in many different places, not limited to the mustard space, the ice prison, the undead hot spring, the side hall, and even the desk table that he had never experienced before. On the high seat, on the roof--on the roof is outrageous, he is obviously afraid of heights.

In short, he simply thought about everything he could think of. He didn't know whether he was obscene by nature, or he became angry as soon as he parted ways.

Zhou Jin finished flipping through a story book, and put it back in its original place with little interest, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the dragon soul in the sea of ​​knowledge: "Hey, hey, I haven't finished reading it yet, let me see what's going on in the future ..."

"It's a very old-fashioned story." He took down a book that specializes in acacia, and opened it. "In the end, two people who had a lot of misunderstandings cleared up their previous feuds, and wept and hugged together in a vulgar way."

"Can't you tell the story better!" Dragon Soul huffed, and suddenly followed his eyes to see the pages everywhere, and immediately covered his eyes and shouted: "Ah, my eyes!"

Zhou Jin ignored it and continued to review it seriously.

Well, this posture is not bad. With the flexibility of the demon king, it must be good to use it.

It was the third time he had expressed such thoughts.

Just as he was about to turn the page, a summoning formation suddenly floated from his wrist: "Bai Yuan, are you in the Library Pavilion?"

Zhou Jin covered the classics, and replied indifferently: "Brother, here you are."

Zhou Ming's voice came from over there: "Master asked you to come over again. He has found some clues about your physical condition."

Zhou Jin complied, took off the summoning formation, reluctantly put back the classics in his hand, and walked slowly out of the thick barrier of the Zangshu Pavilion, every step was just right, without rushing.

He walked out of this small world and went outside the pavilion. The sun in the middle of the sky exposed him to the flowers/path of Canglan. Zhou Jin picked a flower and played with it. After a while, the wild flowers turned into ice flowers between his fingers.

He didn't take it seriously, he was still reminiscing about the cultivation posture in the classics just now, and didn't care about other things.

Walking to the end of the flower/path, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, he looked up, and saw a bored little Xianxiu standing under the shade of a tree, with an ordinary and strange appearance.

The enthusiasm welled up in his heart, Zhou Jin threw away the ice flower in his hand, and coughed with his fingers.

The person under the tree turned around, with a strange face on his face, the spiritual flow in his body accelerated, like a gentle gleam.

Zhou Jin smiled, and the smile made people's hearts flutter.

"This fellow..." He was very cooperative, but he couldn't hold back his smile.

"hello."

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It's late, it's late, I have something to do today, I'm going to be late, oh, lie down and give the hammer, lightly oh