I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

When Wu Yingying and her group arrived, what they saw was in the distance, their always aloof and frightening Lord Demon God, stalking behind others, grabbing the hem of their clothes like a strip of paper. The big dog wagging its head and begging its tail looks pitiful no matter how you look at it.

But... pitiful, is this word appropriate to describe this big devil who kills demons like hemp?

Everyone dared to stand at a distance tremblingly, watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, not daring to cast a glance at random, for fear of seeing something they shouldn't look at, and being swept away by the Lord when they go back.

Thinking of this, Wu Yingying cautiously avoided her gaze, but she felt like a cat was scratching her head. She was extremely curious, and struggled repeatedly in her heart. Finally, she couldn't help it, and quietly raised her head.

As a result, when he looked up, he saw the young master on the opposite side using his hand as a blade, decisively alert, quickly cut off the corner of the clothes held by their master, and then flew away without stopping for a moment.

Seeing Wu Yingying, she was dumbfounded and cast her eyes on the ground, her admiration in her heart was endless like the Milky Way in the fairy world.

After the beautiful young man left, when Wu Yingying timidly rushed over with her team, she was still thinking:

Who is this beautiful young man who is so perfunctory and disdainful towards the master, but the master has no intention of dissatisfaction at all, and even begged repeatedly? !

Wu Yingying raised her head and glanced very quickly, her heart was filled with turbulent waves again, and she couldn't count how many times she expressed emotion today:

What a hell!

She looked at their Patriarch, not only did he not express the slightest anger, but there was actually a bit of... joy in his fierce blood pupils?

Wu Yingying became more and more confused about their master's intentions, her eyes drifted, and she raised her head tentatively: "The blood bodhi seed?"

Before she finished speaking, a gaze that was as cold as a sword and without emotion pierced her coldly.

"When will it be your turn to decide on the deity's matter?"

Wu Yingying immediately lowered her head, feeling her hands and feet were cold, and trembling uncontrollably: "Yingying dare not."

"Are you sure, he is the one who took the blood bodhi seed?"

"Yingying saw him walk out of the lava canyon with her own eyes, it is absolutely true."

Li Furen was silent for a moment.

Wu Yingying hesitated and said, "What about the other holy objects?"

Li Furen pondered for a moment, raised his hand, and slowly tightened his palm holding the corner of the cloth, his eyes were bloodshot:

"Keep looking."

"Yes." Wu Yingying was finally relieved, and hurriedly retreated with all the demons.

Li Furen pressed the cloth with his palm, and pressed it tightly against his undulating chest.

Ah Xuan, since you want it, I will find it for you even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

……

Even though Yu Jian flew far away, Feng Xuan still felt a little surprised.

He never imagined that after a thousand years, he would meet Li Furen again in the Immortal Realm.

But Li Furen's attitude was even more strange.

Feng Xuan thought about it carefully, just now Li Furen was holding the porcelain bottle and recited "The Curse of Rebirth", and the deceased died in a miserable way, so thinking about it, Li Furen was reciting the "Curse of Rebirth" for him.

However, the relationship between him and Li Furen in the previous life was obviously not good. After thousands of years, if Li Furen still misses him, Feng Xuan would absolutely not believe it.

Forget it, Feng Xuan shook his head, throwing these messy thoughts out of his mind.

Regardless of whether Li Furen is reciting the rebirth mantra or the rebirth mantra, the past is over, no matter what Li Furen does, it has nothing to do with Feng Xuan.

Without Li Furen, it was a smooth journey. After running around for several days, Feng Xuan returned to the Emperor's Hall smoothly with the blood bodhi in his arms - after all, the blood bodhi is precious, and there are the group of Ten Thousand Bone Demon Cave coveting, Feng Xuan dare not be sloppy , decided to temporarily live in the Emperor Palace.

Unexpectedly, after entering the Emperor's Hall, he was stunned by the joyful and peaceful atmosphere in the Emperor's Hall.

Feng Xuan was only staying here temporarily, so she didn't intend to do anything else, so she walked around the front hall and walked towards her own residence, but she heard something messy on the way.

It turned out that another distinguished guest came to the Emperor's Hall. Hearing that Xianjun Xiang Wenbo was overjoyed after seeing the honored guest, the conversation was very pleasant, and he insisted on keeping the honored guest to stay in the Emperor's Hall for a while.

Feng Xuan listened and felt that something was wrong. How could this trick be similar to what Xiang Wen Bai used to say to him?

Feng Xuan blinked, and heard the gossip of Xiaoxian passing by:

"The identity of this fairy must be very unusual!"

"Oh, so you say?"

"I heard with my own ears that Immortal Wen Bai respectfully said to that immortal, 'It is Wen Bai's honor to do his best for God'."

"Really!? My God!"

Feng Xuan heard this, so she couldn't help blinking her eyes slowly and joyfully, now she was sure that Xiang Wen Bai used the same move.

The emperor is the lord of all immortals, and has a supreme and noble status in the fairy world. How can he follow the immortals around the emperor, and his words and deeds are so unreliable, without the slightest airs that should be there.

Feng Xuan was just thinking with a smile in her heart, and came towards Wen Bai.

The two briefly explained about the sacred object, and sure enough, Xiang Wenbo mentioned the new "honored guest" from the Emperor's Hall.

"I see that the two gods have the same goal, and they will get along very well in the future."

Feng Xuan didn't know what to do, and nodded with a smile.He put away the blood bodhi seeds again, washed them well, and when Feng Xuan completely relaxed, the moonlight had quietly climbed up the branches at some point.

It was the first time since the ascension that Fengxuan was so comfortable, her mind was a little active, the night was getting darker, and she couldn't sleep on either side, so she got up and left the room, stood in the pavilion in the courtyard to watch the moon.

The wind at night brought a little coolness, Feng Xuan stopped and walked, only to realize that the adjacent hall was lit with candles, obviously it was inhabited.

But Feng Xuan had never seen anyone live there before, and there were very few guests visiting the Emperor's Hall, somehow, he suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard in the Emperor's Hall during the day.

It can't be such a coincidence, the "guest" lives next to him, right?

Who is it that can actually make Xiang Wenbai say such a thing?

The door of the temple is half closed.

Feng Xuan ignored that she was one of such people, walked through the night curiously, walked to the side of the hall, and looked inside.

Just like the palace where he stayed temporarily, the decoration inside was luxurious but not too rich, and the luminous pearl on the wall illuminated the whole room—but there was no one there.

It's as if the owner of the room ran out in a hurry when something happened suddenly, without even having time to destroy the Ye Mingzhu.

Feng Xuan was not annoyed at not seeing anyone.

After admiring the full moon, Feng Xuan went back to her room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the door, Feng Xuan's footsteps immediately slowed down.

Almost at the moment of entering the door, Feng Xuan realized that someone had come into the room.

A strange and dangerous aura lingers in the room seemingly without a trace, and with a bit of domineering domineering, it wants to occupy this area.

But Feng Xuan was keenly aware that although he was domineering, the aura didn't mean to hurt him at all.

Feng Xuan still didn't dare to be careless at all, he immediately confirmed the location of the blood bodhi child, and then he was relieved, when he passed by the desk, he suddenly noticed something strange——

What is it that is wrapped in black cloth on the desk, inkstone, and table?

Feng Xuan approached suspiciously, and opened it vigilantly. The moment she opened it, a crack appeared in Feng Xuan's indifferent expression.

As if he remembered something, he hurried to the window and looked towards the next hall, but at some point in the next hall, the night pearls in the hall had already gone out.

Fengxuan was the only one left, looking at the two things in his hand.

……

The next day, the Emperor's Palace was even more lively than yesterday.

All the immortals were talking about an incident that happened this morning. It is said that last night, God Fengxuan found the sacred object Tiantai Wuyao that had been stolen from the Emperor Palace.

Early this morning, he took the holy object and sent it to Xianjun Wen Bai.

While all the immortals lamented Fengxuan's profound cultivation, they couldn't stop praising Fengxuan's noble character of not being moved by sacred objects.

In the emperor's main hall, between the tables of Feng Xuan and Xiang Wenbai, there were things wrapped in quick black cloth.

Xiang Wenbo didn't hide the surprise in his eyes: "This is the Youtan Immortal Flower, and... the Tiantai Wuyao stolen from the Emperor Palace!"

Feng Xuan nodded.

"How did God Fengxuan find it, but knowledge thief?"

Feng Xuan didn't know what to do when she asked, she shook her head and confessed: "Someone put this on the desk in my room last night."

The conversation fell silent in an instant, and even Xiang Wenbo was obviously at a loss.

The sacred object that the whole Three Realms flocked to, and was crazy about, just appeared on Feng Xuan's table in such a foolish way. No matter how you look at it, it is very strange and...unusual.

But in connection with his diligence in the past few days, Xiang Wenbo actually already had the answer in his heart.

Xiang Wenbo: "Has God ever seen a person with strange movements?"

Feng Xuan shook her head: "Nothing."

"Has there been any traces of this person?"

Feng Xuan shook her head again: "No."

Xiang Wenbai then heaved a sigh of relief, and pushed the thing towards Fengxuan's side: "Then God will accept it first."

Feng Xuan blinked in confusion, with some puzzlement: "Don't pursue it?"

He bowed his head to Wen Bai and straightened his clothes: "This person comes and goes without a trace, even the gods can't detect it, so it can be seen that his cultivation level is not simple, even, it is much higher than ours.

He got the holy thing, but he didn't take it..."

After a pause, Xiang Wen Bo continued: "Instead, it was sent to the God, so it can be seen that this person has no evil intentions."

He looked at Feng Xuan with a smile, and teased: "It's God, why don't you think about it, whether you have fallen into some kind of romantic debt outside, and asked someone to catch up with you to repay your favor, huh?"

Hearing the word "repaying kindness", Feng Xuan's eyelashes trembled unnaturally.

He pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, but pushed the Tiantai Wuyao in the direction of Wen Bai: "This thing originally belonged to the Emperor's Palace, and today it will be returned to its original owner."

Xiang Wen Bo dared not take it back for what the one sent out.

"My emperor has always been very particular about the word 'fate', since it was found by the gods, this thing is easy for the gods to have fate." Xiang Wenbai shook his sleeves.

"Besides, Shangshen just needs it when he needs it, so let's use it."

Feng Xuan didn't refuse any more, and put away the things silently: "When the emperor wakes up from the retreat, Feng Xuan will thank the emperor as soon as possible."

There was a smile in Xiang Wenbai's eyes that Feng Xuan couldn't understand: "Elder Emperor, if he knows that Tiantai Wuyao can play such a big role, he will be very happy."

When Feng Xuan heard this, she felt strange for a while, but couldn't elaborate.

Looking at the sacred object wrapped in black cloth, Feng Xuan thought deeply.

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