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Wei Mian was stunned for a moment, a little surprised by Qing Jue's actions, but he still stepped aside as he said.

Wu Ling on the ground wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he was almost knocked out of his body by the defending champion just now, he would almost lose his fighting power, if Qing Jue wanted to get rid of himself, it would be a breeze.

But for some reason, he felt a sense of loss in his heart, and stared blankly at defending the title: "You want to kill me."

Defending explained: "I didn't want to kill you, it's A Jue who wants to kill you now."

"You want to kill me." Wu Ling repeated again.

"I said it was A Jue who wanted to kill you."

"I'm really the defending champion, I'm not lying to you."

Defending: "...Yes, I'm going to kill you."

"Perhaps something went wrong when you were practicing, and then you split into a me? So I'm still defending the title, isn't it?" Wu Ling explained seriously.

Defending: "...well, okay, you are defending."

"I am the defending champion, even if I die, I will still defend the title..."

Wu Ling muttered to himself, his voice getting lower and lower, but his eyes were still looking at defending champion, which made the latter's scalp tingle, almost thinking that Wu Ling had something different in mind for him.

Before he could make a sound, he heard a puff. Qing Jue held a sharp long sword and forcefully pierced Wu Ling's chest.

"puff--"

Blood splashed all over the place.

Defending: "..."

Before he could finish his words, Qing Jue made his move, which was fast enough.

Qing Jue pursed his lips and remained silent. Holding a long sword in his small body looked a little funny, but at this moment his aura was no different from that of the original immortal.

Blood slipped from the sword and dripped onto the ground. Wu Ling was stunned for a long time, looked at Qing Jue blankly, and suddenly smiled and said, "You are so ruthless."

Qing Jue was expressionless: "Naturally be cruel to others."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the sword, and the red blade was withdrawn inch by inch, lingering at the soul of Wu Ling.

"I'm not reconciled." Blood overflowed from the corner of Wu Ling's mouth again, and even his voice became weak, suppressing the pain, "Why can you be the defending champion...but I can't..."

It's just that even if someone answered his words, Wu Ling couldn't hear him. As the long sword was completely withdrawn from his body, he lost all signs of life and fell to the ground, turning into a piece of dead wood.

"He's dead." Qing Jue cast a spell to wash away the blood on the sword, and then took it back.

The defending champion shivered.

Although he has always had the image of a child, and he is more obedient and obedient in front of him, with a soft and dreamlike appearance, but the title of Xianzun is really not for nothing, and he doesn't have to be soft-handed at all.

"What's wrong?" Qingjue couldn't help asking, seeing Wei Mian's heartbroken, "Could it be that we can't kill him?"

"Good kill! Great kill!" The defending champion Mingzhe defended himself, and quickly gave him a thumbs up to give him a thumbs up.

"This person is extremely annoying." Qing Jue lowered his eyes, "He actually said something that bothered me. It would be more comfortable to solve it earlier."

"Yeah, right, right." Wei Mian nodded quickly.

Reaching out to pick up the wooden stake on the ground, and cleaning the ground, the two of them left the forbidden area of ​​Wenxin Pool.

As soon as I got outside, I saw two fairies talking on the railing, looking like they had been peaceful for a long time.

Wei Mian coughed, and the two fairies immediately turned their heads, walked around the two of them, and looked inside again.

"you are?"

"Defending."

"Where's that one?"

Defending shook the wooden stick in his hand: "Here."

"Oh, I said you must be defending the crown." The fairy in white swayed and squeezed over again, rubbing and rubbing the shoulders of defending the crown with her little hands. "Brother hasn't been to sit in sister's room for a long time. There are some nice clothes."

Wei Mian hurriedly declined: "What nonsense are you talking about, when did I go to your room, we are just friends between gentlemen, don't talk nonsense!"

Qingjue was expressionless, and gave the fairy in white a cold look, and took Wei Mian's hand and tugged it vigorously.

"It's time to go back." Qing Jue pursed her lips.

Wei Mian originally wanted to say hello to the two fairies, but Qing Jue snatched him away without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you?" Wei Mian was confused.

Qingjue thought for a while: "You don't want to..."

"Ok?"

"Don't associate with them." Qing Jue still said, "Men and women are different."

"Hahahaha!" Wei Mian almost died of laughter at this sentence. It is true that this sentence is quite funny here, but Qing Jue still understands the meaning of Wei Mian. He watched as his laughter grew louder. Jue's face turned red uncontrollably.

"I'll tell you something secretly." Wei Mian suppressed a smile and whispered, "The two fairies just now are actually Taoist companions."

Qingjue froze for a moment, feeling his face was going to burn, he lowered his head and said nothing, pretending that it wasn't him who just spoke.

Wei Mian couldn't help being happy, and stretched out his hand to rub Qing Jue's face fiercely a few times, and then said, "Let's go back and talk about it first."

Qing Jue quickly nodded obediently, but remained silent.

By the time the two returned to City Z, it was already late, lights were lit up in the city, and grandpas and aunts were once again active in the square.

No mortal knows that a great war took place here not long ago.

A small night stall was set up next to it as always, and white mist rolled out in the deep winter season, accompanied by the smell of food, drifting far away.

Wei Mian and Qing Jue both stopped here and entered Ao Chun's stall.

"Who are you?" Ao Chun looked like I don't know you.

"I'm your uncle." Wei Mian angrily threw the wooden stake in Ao Chun's arms, "Chopped firewood."

"Who the hell are you?" Ao Chun still had the expression that I don't know you.

"Are you playing this game with me?" Wei Mian sat down and looked at Ao Chun leisurely.

Ao Chun's heart skipped a beat.

"Let me think about it, 600 years ago, you were chased and beaten by your father because of the bed-wetting in the Dragon Palace, and you were disgraced in all walks of life. Angry, almost roasted into a skewer. 500 years ago, you peeked at Guanyin taking a bath, and was almost made into honey by the black bear spirit, 400 years ago..."

"Ahhhhhh! Don't talk about what happened 300 years ago!" Ao Chun rushed over and covered Wei Mian's mouth.

Wei Mian took Ao Chun's palm: "Do you know who I am now?"

Ao Chun was about to nod his head when he heard Yang/Jian's voice from the side: "Ao Chun, come here."

"Hey, Jian Jian, you're here." Ao Chun ran over with a smirk, squeezing his shoulders and back, "You've worked hard all day, sit down quickly, and I'll give you something to eat .”

The defending champion was almost spat out by him in disgust: "What are you two doing?"

"None of your business." Ao Chun cut it, turned around to cook the noodles, and picked up the wooden stick on the ground by the way.

"Are you really the defending champion?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and reached out to touch the Xiaotian dog beside him.

Qingjue said quietly: "I can testify."

Xiao Tiangou carefully sniffed Wei Mian's body, with a little doubt on his face, then flicked his tail and rubbed against Wei Mian's leg.

"So cute." Wei Mian patted Xiao Tiangou's head, "I'll bring you imported dog food next time."

"Wow!" Xiao Tiangou immediately became excited.

"Is your matter settled?" Yang Jian asked.

Wei Mian nodded: "Of course, it must have been burned by Ao Chun."

Qing Jue followed and moved his eyes to look at Ao Chun, who was splitting the wooden stake into several pieces and stuffing them all into the fire.

As the fire gradually lit up, the last trace of Wu Ling left in this world was also wiped out.

For a while, everyone fell silent.

"The witch order is just a little goblin, but he can actually get the ancient forbidden art of moving the gods." Ao Chun propped his chin, watching Yang Jian carelessly picking up the noodles in front of him, "It really makes me be surprised."

"What surprised me was the two of you." The defending champion showed his face unpreparedly, "When did you two become so close?"

Ao Chun babbled: "Why is this sentence so familiar?"

Qing Jue glanced at him silently.

After drinking the last sip of soup, Yang Jian slowly wiped the corner of his mouth: "The old Dragon King found my mother earlier."

"Huh?" Wei Mian knew there was something going on when he heard it, and immediately pricked up his ears.

"Back then, my mother and his father had already discussed to be in-laws, so they arranged for me to go on a blind date with Ao Qing, but I didn't expect something to go wrong."

"I know this, can you tell me something new?" Wei Mian urged repeatedly.

Ao Chun glared at Wei Mian: "You are so rambunctious, can you listen carefully." Then he smirked and followed Yang Jian's clothes, "Jian Jian, please speak slowly."

Even Qing Jue couldn't help shivering now, and Ao Chun didn't know who he learned from like this dog leg.

The Xiaotian dog flicked his tail proudly, of course he learned from me who is the most handsome dog in the world!

"So what the old Dragon King means is that since the two families have already made an engagement, they cannot go back on their word." Having said that, Yang Jian couldn't help but glance at Ao Chun, "Let me pick whoever I like, and marry immediately. "

"Hey hey." Ao Chun smirked again, "It seems that the prince's beautiful appearance has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

Wei Mian: "...So you took Ao Chun away?"

"Is it hard to guess?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult." Defending the crown shook his head like a rattle, and his eyes turned back and forth on the two of them.

After a while, Wei Mian didn't know what to think of, and leaned over obscenely, and asked Yang Jian in a low voice: "Have you done a full set?"

Yang Jian hooked the corner of his mouth: "You know the taste by eating the marrow."

The defending champion was dumbfounded.

How could this speed be faster than the progress of him and Qing Jue?It's like making a rocket!

Now he just holds hands and kisses, and dare not do anything else.

otherwise……

Defending his eyes moved to Qing Jue.

Qing Jue suddenly felt his scalp go numb.