Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

In the Yunfeng Hall, Qin Chen hurriedly saluted, with a look of anxiety on his face, "Master."

News came from the Demon Realm today, saying that the Taoist companion of the Demon Venerable He Louming was invited to the Demon Realm for a gathering. It was He Louming's confidant, Mo Lian, a snake demon who had practiced for many years.

Qingyuan looked at his disciple with the same expression on his face, "I already know, now I get up and go to the Demon Realm."

"But..." Qin Chen hesitated. Ever since the Demon Venerable and the Master became Taoist couples, when did the Master go to the Demon Realm? Every time it was the Demon Venerable who appeared at Izumo Peak on this day, he was familiar with the way The ground is like your own back garden.

Qingyuan joked, "What? Afraid I won't come back?"

"That's not true." Qin Chen faltered all of a sudden, and he had some subtle feelings in his heart that the master and the demon had formed a Taoist couple.

It is strange to say that no matter how dissatisfied and hostile the latter is towards him, there is no disturbance in his heart, and he even treats He Louming with respect and admiration.

This feeling is not due to the fact that the other party is the devil or the master's Taoist partner, but because he has a natural feeling of closeness to the demon, and always feels that the other party is very familiar.

It's just that he lost some memory, and he couldn't remember when he had seen each other anyway.

Qingyuan suddenly said, "You are well at Izumo Peak, I will be back soon."

A teleportation formation was set up in Izumo Peak and the Demon Palace, and his cultivation was so advanced that he arrived at the Demon Palace almost a quarter of an hour later.

There was no one in the huge palace, Qingyuan's expression changed, and he walked towards the secret room where He Louming retreated without hesitation.

There was a handsome man in golden clothes standing guard at the door. Seeing the person coming, Kong Xun hurriedly said, "You are here, Immortal Venerable. The secret room suddenly vibrated when the Venerable Majesty was retreating, and a wave of demonic energy dispersed. When I come, Your Majesty is already like this."

The man on the jade bed in the secret room closed his eyes, with his hands hanging quietly by his side, as if he was asleep.

At this moment, Kong Xun was anxious like a bird being roasted on the fire, but he saw that the peak lord of Izuyun Peak looked calm, and there was no joy or anger in his voice, "I see, he will bring He leaves, you go down."

He still wanted to say something, but he saw the man stepping into the secret room, hugging the unconscious lord, with spiritual power surging in his body, the two disappeared together.

Izumo Peak, the secret room.

Qingyuan looked at He Louming's face, in the light of the secret room, the other's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were a little less sharp at this time, the eyelashes quietly covered the eyelids, he looked a little cute when he closed his eyes, with his usual fierce look It's a far cry from the cloudy and uncertain appearance.

He spoke quietly, his voice sounded like rain falling on the eaves in this secret room, cold and clear, "Is the soul gone?"

Xuanji was in a cold sweat all of a sudden, when had he seen Qingyuan look like this after many years of friendship, it was like the surface of the sea, seemingly calm, but there was a quiet undercurrent.

He said, "No, it's just that his soul is wandering and scattered in various small worlds." He touched his chin, "You should be able to perceive that he is not in danger, he just wanders around, and he will come back after a year or two gone."

For people like them, one or two hundred years is nothing more than a few long-term prisons.

Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at He Louming, "I'll go get his soul back."

An understatement like saying something as trivial as 'the weather is fine'.

"Don't!" Xuanji was astonished as if he had seen a ghost, "He's fine, you might be able to go to the small world, the small world and his will interact with each other, and it's smooth sailing for him to go, so you don't It's the same."

He looked at Qingyuan seriously, "You can only go along with him when you go, if he is a little bit dissatisfied with you in his heart, if he thinks about it, you won't even have the power to fight back."

Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "Is it so powerful?"

The will and the small world influence each other, almost like gods.

Seeing his fearless expression, he knew that he didn't listen to a word he said.

Xuanji almost vomited out a mouthful of blood, "Can't you wait for 200 years? If you miss him, come here and have a look? Or just create an illusion yourself, which is exactly the same as the real one!" Why can't you think about it? to the small world?

"It's not that I miss him." Qingyuan looked at He Louming who closed his eyes, he still spoke so gently, and what he said almost made Xuanji die of anger, "It's because he misses me so much."

The veins on Xuanji's forehead twitched, and he said angrily, "Let him bear it!"

"No." Qingyuan said, "He's coming back to make trouble with me."

motherfucker.

Xuanji was full of pride, "Let him make trouble!"

Just make a fuss, what can happen? !

Can the dignified Demon Lord cry, make trouble and hang himself?

Qingyuan stopped talking, looked at Xuanji silently, saw his bewildered face, and reminded him kindly, "Valley of all evils."

Xuanji's eyelids twitched.

"The endless abyss."

Gan!

Immediately, Xuanji thought of what a certain lunatic did, and Xuanji's head buzzed with pain.

Looking at the sleeping man, he thought that it would be great if he could cry, make trouble and hang himself.

Qingyuan blocked his sight calmly, "So... can I go?"

"Go, go! Hurry up! Just don't die." He said, striding out of the secret room, looking very angry.

After there were only two people left in the secret room, Qingyuan touched He Louming's hair. He had a perverse temper, but his black hair was soft, and it felt like silk in his hands. Qingyuan touched it twice, but couldn't hold back , and rubbed it again.

"He Louming" he murmured, "Come back earlier."

Saying that, he closed his eyes, went out of his body, and went to the small world to find his Taoist companion.

In the dungeon of the Demon Palace, it was cold and weird, with bloody smell accompanied by screams, with scalp-numbing howls, everything was like purgatory.

Qin Chen closed his eyes, his heart was heavy.

He went out to practice, but he didn't expect to fall into the abyss without noticing for a while, and lost all his spiritual power. It doesn't matter that he lost his skills, but...

He looked at the man beside him with his eyes closed, even in such an embarrassing situation, he was still calm and elegant, incompatible with the eerie hustle and bustle of this magic palace.

The guilt in his heart submerged him like a tide. He was so useless, and even the master fell into the abyss. His spiritual power was exhausted, and he was locked in this dark dungeon, like fish on a chopping board.

He held back the soreness in his eyes and his throat tightened, when the dungeon door was suddenly pushed open.

A respectful, almost obsequious voice came, "Master, these are the two people arrested today, and their clothes look like they belonged to Tianyi. Please take a look."

The title of the "Tianyi Sect" sect was slowly read out, the voice was low and playful, and no emotion could be heard.

He Louming took in the situation in the prison with his eyes, and when he saw the man with his eyes closed by the wall, there was a flash of darkness in his eyes, which was so fast that no one had time to catch it.

Cursing his lips, his eyes sarcastically said, "The one I dislike the most is Tianyi Sect."

The voice is soft, but the ruthlessness in the tone is hard to ignore.

Raising his hand slightly, a whip like a silver snake was handed into his hand. He came to Qin Chen's side in a leisurely stroll, wrapped the whip in his hand around the latter's neck, and looked down at him, "Tian Yizong came out of the cloud peak. Disciple", the voice was leisurely, as if chatting.

The whip around his neck was slowly tightened, and he was forced to look up at the other party. His black hair hung down his head, black devilish energy overflowed from time to time, his eyebrows were delicate and sharp, and his thin lips curved like hunger and sarcasm. , It was originally a very good-looking face, but the sternness in the eyes made people frightened, he was taken aback, why did he seem to have seen this face before?

The next moment, the whip tightened, and he was slowly pulled into the air. Purple appeared on his face due to suffocation, and his facial features were twisted in pain. Only out of the water can only shake the fish with its tail weakly.

The man seemed to be pleased by his appearance, and the smile on his face grew stronger, like a flower blooming in the Netherworld, with a captivating beauty and malice.

His vision gradually dimmed, and his hands on his neck were also weak. Just when Qin Chen thought he was going to be strangled to death, the snake-like whip around his neck was suddenly loosened, and he was thrown heavily on the ground with his mouth open. He was panting violently.

He Louming opened his mouth in a leisurely manner, as if enjoying a good show, "What's the point of killing you? This deity wants to slowly torture the people of the Yizong these days."

He tilted his head to look at the man by the wall, and his chest, which had been silent for a long time, began to ache again, throbbing, as if being sharpened by a knife.

He opened his mouth slowly, his black pupils were so dark that even the sun couldn't get in, "Why don't you choose whether this deity tortures you or this Qingyuan immortal?"

The devilish energy around him began to surge, he smiled and said, like a ghost in the night, "I heard that Qingyuan Xianzun loves you very much."

The wound in his heart was torn open by him himself, and the blood was exposed. He was in unbearable pain, but the smile on his face became more wanton, "Is it okay for me to kill you in front of him?"

The whip in his hand shook quickly, and he attacked Qin Chen with shocking force. He couldn't dodge in time, and a red mark appeared on his body instantly. It was hot and then painful. Qin Chen's face turned pale, and he let out a muffled groan.

"Trash!" He Louming looked at him coldly, and the sarcasm on his face became stronger and stronger, "You are such a trash."

Qin Chen already had the smell of blood in his mouth, those whips were like poisonous snakes, licking his wounds, he bit his lips firmly, hoping that the weird man in front of him would not touch Master.

A sneer came, and the man said mockingly, "Look at you, you are as loyal to Qingyuan Xianzun as a dog."

The silver whip was already stained with blood, showing a dark red color. He Louming's voice could not distinguish between emotions and anger, but it was heard clearly in Qin Chen's ears. He said, "What's the use of a dog? He just wants to Throw it away, throw it away."

The whip was thrown out again with the sound of breaking wind. Qin Chen tensed his muscles to welcome it, but the expected pain did not come. He opened his eyes to look at the person blocking him, and the whip that carried the master's anger was firmly held by him. Then, it was completely pumped onto another person's body.

He couldn't see the master's expression clearly, but he saw the man who was still laughing wantonly just now was stunned, with a blank and unbelievable emotion in his eyes, and the sound of whips touching flesh and blood resounded in this silent dungeon In an instant, the man's eyes seemed to turn red.

He Louming's body reacted faster than his brain, he subconsciously stepped over, "Master---"

"Get out!" The man's face was neither sad nor happy, his eyes were as clear as air, and he just uttered a word indifferently.

As if being poured by a basin of cold water, He Louming's figure suddenly stopped, his fists under his sleeves were clenched and loosened, he curled his lips with an unpredictable expression, "Okay, I'll get out."