The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Lightning and thunder crisscrossed among the mountains, and the black clouds were almost pressing down on the top of the mountain. The howling wind broke the big tree with the thickness of a man's waist, and was secretly controlled by a burst of spiritual power hidden in the dark, and smashed it with terrifying force. The black-clothed monk in the center of the formation eye.

"Xianjun be careful!" As a medical practitioner who could only protect himself in the chaos, Runyuan could only care about shouting.

He Zhouyue didn't turn his head back, he stepped on the broken tree, and then kicked hard at the evil cultivator in the dark.

The screams continued, shrill and ear-piercing.

The Liuhua Sword suddenly fell from the clouds with a force of ten thousand weights, and the silver-white light group exploded the moment it hit the ground, reducing everything in a radius of several miles to rubble. There is a burnt smell that chokes the throat.

A moment later, He Zhouyue walked out of the smoke with the sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering, spotless, and the expression on his fair and handsome face was still dull, showing no joy after victory at all.

All the local monks look at me and I look at you, and no one dares to speak to this cold and arrogant fairy first.

Runyuan didn't have such scruples, he jumped in front of He Zhouyue in two or three steps, and asked frankly: "Xianjun, how is it?"

He Zhouyue: "Evil cultivators and evil spirits are eliminated."

The cheers finally sounded, but He Zhouyue stood in the middle of the noise, but he couldn't be happy in his heart.

This is already the fourth Dashenmen stronghold he has taken away, but still no substantial evidence has been found, and all the clues he can find point to the uncle in the demon world.

He and Runyuan had made a plan, the uncle had an unruly temperament and dared to act, and the master took special care of the uncle, so it was impossible to keep such a big hidden danger in his mind and soar.

The master of Dashenmen poured dirty water on his uncle, probably not for revenge, but to divert his attention to hide his true identity.

Who needs to hide their head and show their tail...

He Zhouyue still didn't stay to eat the celebration banquet of the local sect, and took Runyuan without stopping, going straight to the clouds.

After flying for a certain distance, Run Yuan clasped his fists and said, "Senior brother, then I will go back to Yuanxuan first and report the current news to the senior brother in charge."

He Zhouyue: "Be careful all the way."

Runyuan: "Brother, too."

The two did not delay for too long before they each set foot on the way back.

It didn't take long, as soon as He Zhouyue arrived at Xianmeng, he entered the pond in the side hall of Chongluan Hall.

He was somewhat tired after single-handedly challenging the four strongholds of Tashenmen.

Xuanyi fell on the granite by the pool, and the spiritual spring soaked his ankles, knees, waist, and finally stopped at his neck. The suitable temperature made him unable to help but breathe out slowly.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the green bamboos by the pool swaying with the breeze through the misty water vapor.

Runyuan was right. Although he had strong explosive power when he started, he had to make a quick decision because of his innately ill soul, which could not be delayed for too long. But he has been fighting for so long these days, and now he is only a little tired, and he has indeed improved. .

If it can continue, even if it can't mend the soul, it won't be restricted anymore.

The overly comfortable environment made He Zhouyue faintly sleepy. Just as he was considering whether to take a nap, his spiritual sense suddenly noticed that someone had stepped into the side hall.

When Fang Yan arrived, he happened to bump into He Zhouyue coming out of the pool wrapped in inner clothes.

No matter how many times he has seen it, he is still easily amazed by He Riyue.

Before the water can be wiped off, the semi-wet underwear outlines the perfect waistline, the black hair is half hung on the chest, and the collarbone is looming upwards, and the side face is slightly reddened by the smoke, and the pupils of the starry wilderness He was looking at him through a layer of mist, with a mixture of indifference and innocence.

"Why are you here?" He Zhouyue asked.

Fang Yan pressed down his thoughts, and pulled He Zhouyue's hand with a smile: "You have been running outside for so long, I miss you very much."

He Zhouyue cast a spell casually, added the black clothes to his body, and turned back into an indefeasible and cold fairy king, only with a little pink on his cheeks, which made people feel even more distracted.

And he himself was not aware of all this, he just said indifferently: "I'm going to check Dashenmen."

Fang Yan: "Together with that medical practitioner from the Valley of Miraculous Doctors?"

He Zhouyue: "He just wants to see the world."

Fang Yan stopped, touched He Zhouyue's cheeks, put his right hand on the other's waist: "Then did you take a hot spring with him?"

He Zhouyue knocked off the troublesome hands on his waist quite speechlessly: "What are you thinking about?"

Fang Yan: "What else can I think about besides you."

He Zhouyue completely refused to pay attention, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Fang Yan knew that He Zhouyue was thin-skinned and couldn't bear to be teased, so he didn't take it to heart, and chased after him: "Riyue, Wan Linghua has moved."

He Zhouyue stopped, turned around and asked him, "Open?"

Fang Yan: "I'll take you to have a look."

Behind a few scattered branches, a window-sized flower bud is silent.

The Panacea is composed of seven-color petals, and now the red and orange petals on the far left have unfolded at some point.

Before I knew it, two tablets had been opened.

He Zhouyue looked up at the two colors, a little confusion flashed in his eyes.

For 50 years, it will not open sooner or later, but at this time...

The hand hanging by the side was held by Fang Yan again, He Zhouyue looked sideways, and saw tenderness on his face as expected.

Fang Yanwen said: "The Wanling mirror in the Wanling flower can illuminate the place where the lover's red line is drawn. Where do you think our red line is drawn?"

He Zhouyue shook his head: "I don't know."

Fang Yan: "Before the flowers bloom, should we get married first?"

He Zhouyue: "Married?"

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows: "I won't have any medical practitioners, sword cultivators, seniors, and juniors coming out of nowhere to abduct you and run around."

Fang Yan's eyes kept falling on He Zhouyue's face.

He Zhouyue likes him so much, and is willing to stir up the muddy waters of the cultivation world for him. He also mentioned marriage to him before, so he must also want a reputation.

But he waited for a long time, but he didn't get the expected joy.

The pink color on her cheeks has faded away, as if she had thought about it, He Zhouyue replied: "Yes."

Not "good", not "willing", but like a choice after weighing the pros and cons.

Fang Yan's smile remained unchanged, but the temperature in his eyes gradually faded: "Chouyue is not happy to get married?"

He Zhouyue raised one corner of her lips, and looked at Fang Yan with a half-smile, "The Demon King is still in the Immortal League, the situation in the Demon Realm is unknown, and Dashenmen is becoming more and more rampant. You chose this time to get married, isn't it because you want to give to the people behind the scenes?" Is it an opportunity to take advantage of the chaos?"

Fang Yan's expression darkened completely.

He Zhouyue: "But it doesn't matter, you want to solve all this, and so do I."

Fang Yan said in a deep voice: "Day Moon, do you think so?"

He Zhouyue was not cowardly, and replied coldly: "What should I think?"

Getting married at this time, what does Fang Yan want him to think?

He knew that Fang Yan, as the leader of the Immortal League, should focus on the overall situation, but he didn't expect that Fang Yan would even count marriage as a bargaining chip!

Fang Yan's always affectionate eyes drooped a little, and his voice revealed danger: "Since you left Phoenix Forest that day, and you came back, you seem to have changed a lot, and you don't want to tell me anything, and you don't want to talk to me anymore. close."

He Zhouyue said perfunctorily, "It's an illusion."

He turned to leave, but his neck was tightened, and Fang Yan grabbed the Yun'an Pearl sent by the master in a blink of an eye, breaking the rope and grabbing it into his hand.

Fang Yan: "Currently I don't like to wear jewelry, but after Fenghuanglin came back, I often see Riyue in a daze about it."

He Zhouyue reached out to grab it, but Fang Yan blocked his wrist and snatched it away, and said anxiously: "Give it back to me."

"Who gave this to you, the senior who abandoned you, or the unidentified medical practitioner?" Fang Yan pinched the Yun'an Pearl with two fingers, as if He Zhouyue was about to crush it if he didn't answer.

He Zhouyue: "Fang Yan! Don't bully people too much!"

Fang Yan's eyes were cold: "Day Moon, answer me."

He Zhouyue's eyes closely followed the little cloud bank bead, fearing that it might make a mistake, and the more he cared, the angrier Fang Yan became, wanting him to answer the question.

Both of them are peerless monks with great abilities. One is used to being a superior, and the other is favored by his master since childhood. When conflicts broke out, neither of them would take a step back.

The fiery red and silver-white spiritual power swayed from the two of them, and thousands of branches of the Wanling Tree swayed silently, like magnificent waves, and the fragile flower buds rolled in the waves, as if the stems were about to be broken in the next moment.

When Fang Yan thought that He Zhouyue was going to draw his sword, He Zhouyue withdrew all his aura.

After several struggles, the anger and anxiety turned into undisguised exhaustion, He Zhouyue looked at Fang Yan quietly, and said in a compromised way: "Fang Yan, I saw the painting in the dark compartment of the study."

In the painting is a young man, although his eyebrows and eyes are not fully opened, but he can already predict what kind of handsome appearance he will have in the future, holding a long sword that can be seen everywhere in the market and smiling heartily, he is really high-spirited and heroic.

In the upper right corner of the picture scroll is Fang Yan's handwriting: The day after tomorrow was selected in 190, Yu Dengtiangu.

The magnificent sea waves returned to calm, and the panacea tremblingly shrank behind the branches, and the two petals that had just bloomed also showed a tendency to gather and flee.

He Zhouyue said softly, "Do you have anything to explain to me?"

Fang Yan was silent for a long time, before saying: "I will marry you."

He Zhouyue's eyes showed sarcasm: "Leader Fang has made such a great sacrifice, and he has endured the humiliation so much in order to eliminate demons and defend the way."

Fang Yan has never been embarrassed today since he left the teacher, and warned: "He Zhouyue, have I ever treated you badly in the past 50 years?"

"These 50 years?" He Zhouyue couldn't believe it, "Fang Yan, do you still have the face to mention these 50 years to me?!"

Fang Yan held up Yun'an Pearl: "Then what about you, for whom did you abolish your half-body cultivation? And for whom was you uncharacteristically enthusiastic about major events in the cultivation world? Runyuan is not a disciple of the genius doctor Gu, what relationship do you have with him?!"

He Zhouyue's eyes were flushed, and the words almost squeezed through the teeth: "Fang Yan! You are a bastard!"

Fang Yan wanted to say more, but was awakened by the smell of blood that was close at hand.

He Zhouyue's wrist pinched by him was already congested with blood and became red and white spots, but He Zhouyue did not make a sound, veins popped out on the corner of his forehead, and even his lip was bitten to the skin. It should be very painful, but he held on .

A drop of sweat slipped over He Zhouyue's chin, and fell to the ground through the narrow gap between the two bodies.

Fang Yan felt as if someone had poured cold water on his head, and he let go of his hand belatedly, his voice could not hear the emotion: "You are protecting that person like this?"

Regardless of herself, He Zhouyue went to snatch the Yun'an Pearl from Fang Yan's hand again.

Fang Yan returned him this time.

He Zhouyue said coldly: "Yes. How about it, Master Fang, do you still want to get married?"

Fang Yan chuckled, leaned over and kissed He Zhouyue's bright red lips: "Of course it will happen. I would like to see who would dare to come and snatch someone from me."