The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Through the thin eyelids, He Zhouyue vaguely glimpsed something shining like starlight, and in this brilliance, he felt the familiar tranquility.

The aura wrapped his whole body lovingly, and even his breathing became extraordinarily comfortable.

He Zhouyue opened his eyes, and in front of him was a vigorous tree plant surrounded by radiance and immortality, with thousands of silver and red branches hanging obediently, and a window-sized flower bud was adorned in the center of the branch.

Maybe it can't be regarded as a flower bud anymore, six of the seven petals opened, and the remaining purple one also bowed.

Panacea...

"Day Moon woke up?"

He Zhouyue's fingers pressing on the soft satin surface froze suddenly.

He looked sideways, and Fang Yan was sitting beside him removing the jade crown on top of his hair. Three thousand blue silks were scattered on his shoulders like a waterfall, diluting the aura and sharpness. I thought it was an ordinary night before, and I started talking about intimate things before going to bed.

The poison of the rouge came and went quickly, He Zhouyue quickly got up and took two steps back, with alertness written all over his face: "I didn't know that the leader of Fangda would use such a dirty trick as poisoning."

When Fang Yan saw his movements, a haze flashed in his eyes quickly, and then he smiled indifferently: "Because of helplessness, the sun and the moon are not angry."

He Zhouyue suppressed the anger in her heart, restrained and said, "Give me back my body."

Fang Yan leaned forward to shake his hand, but he dodged it again, his knuckle fingers were hanging in the air, just when he thought Fang Yan would take it back, he was grabbed and forcibly pulled back onto the cushion.

He Zhouyue said, "Fang Yan!"

As if trying to coax him, Fang Yan's voice was soft and gentle: "Don't worry, I will pay you back."

In the past, He Zhouyue liked Fang Yan's set the most. Hearing such a tone, his heart seemed to be soaked in warm spring water, rippling with the breeze, not to mention north, south, east, west, even day and night. Give and take.

But now he just feels disgusted.

Whether it's Fang Yan, or the stupid self from before.

He Zhouyue struggled hard, but Fang Yan refused to let him go. After a few rounds, the other party held his wrist and pressed him on the cushion in a humiliating posture.

He stared at Fang Yan with resentment, and the sparkling autumn water in the other party's eyes did not know when there was a huge wave, and he looked at him with calm, strong and heavy emotions.

Fang Yan couldn't hear any emotion in his voice: "It's been a long time since we saw each other, and Riyue doesn't even want to talk to me anymore."

He Zhouyue almost gritted his teeth: "Fang Yan, don't you feel disgusted if you're still pretending now? Or do you think I'm a fool with no memory?!"

Fang Yan was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I was wrong about the punishment of heaven and thunder."

He Zhouyue and Fang Yan have known each other for more than [-] years, and this is the first time he has heard Fang Yan confess his mistake.

In the past, no matter what, Fang Yan could make up for it directly, and he never gave in. He was considerate of Fang Yan's high position and weight, and he was used to it. As long as he knew his mistake in his heart, he would correct it. I didn't feel like I was missing out.

Only this time, Fang Yan admitted to him that he made a mistake.

But Fang Yan's confession was in exchange for his life.

Fang Yan: "I didn't expect such a big accident to happen."

He Zhouyue: "According to your original plan, as long as I don't die, that's fine, right?"

Fang Yanlue retorted hastily: "Ziyue, I didn't even think you would get hurt."

He Zhouyue laughed mockingly: "I thought you wanted me to die a long time ago, but you only borrowed the hand of sealing sin because you were afraid of being dirty for a long time."

The dark clouds that had not faded away in Fang Yan's eyes thickened again: "I won't let you die. Don't talk nonsense, you will be fine in the future."

He Zhouyue: "What happens to me in the future has nothing to do with you."

After doing all the things on my mind, what kind of love is like the sea here? !

He Zhouyue accumulated spiritual power, bent his knees and rushed towards Fang Yan's dantian fiercely. He thought that Fang Yan would dodge and he would be able to escape from the shackles, but unexpectedly, the other party was hit by him, and blood spit out from the mouth, splashing on the cushion On the land outside, it was absorbed by the ubiquitous All Spirit Trees in Shuquan.

He frowned slightly. With Fang Yan's cultivation, even if he kicked his knee without taking precautions, he wouldn't vomit blood, right?

"Are you hurt?" The words blurted out, and then regretted after saying it.

The leader of the Immortal League, who has always been moody and angry, showed obvious joy on his face, without concealing it at all, as if deliberately showing it to him, and just like that, he did not forget to explain in a gentle voice after wiping off the blood with one hand: "Small injury."

He Zhouyue only treated herself as a blind man, struggled a few times, and found that she couldn't even beat Fang Yan, who had only one hand left. She was ashamed and annoyed: "Let go first."

Not only did Fang Yan not let it go, but he pushed it down even further, and rubbed against He Zhouyue's face: "Once I let go, Zhouyue will run away again, and this time he will definitely not come back after running away."

Net talking nonsense.

He Zhouyue turned his face sideways, tried his best to distance himself from Fang Yan, and said coldly: "If you were deceived and played with for 50 years, and you were pushed out to die at the end, can you pretend that nothing happened?"

Fang Yan: "I will kill him."

He Zhouyue: "Me too."

Fang Yan finally backed away and summoned the Long Tribulation Sword from the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The scabbard was forged by He Zhouyue himself at the beginning. It is cut and welded from god-level black iron. It is carved with hollow fire patterns, and the four corners are also inlaid with Eastern Sea God beads. It is full of momentum.

Fang Yan pulled out the long robbery and handed the hilt to He Zhouyue: "Then Zhouyue stabs me a few times first, if I am lucky enough to survive, you don't want to leave, okay?"

He Zhouyue threw the long robbery away casually, and the sharp weapon that made the monks in the world terrified collided with the ground with a dull sound, which sounded a bit like a grievance.

He Zhouyue: "Why are you crazy?"

Fang Yan: "We have to let Zhouyue vent, so we can talk properly."

He Zhouyue: "I have nothing to say to you, return my body."

Fang Yan: "If Riyue was in a hurry to check the online of that monster in Dashenmen, I have already captured it and tortured it."

"Caught it?" He Zhouyue was taken aback, "Who is it?"

"They shouldn't have sent monsters to the Immortal League. Even if they use the puppet technique, they won't be able to escape as long as they show signs of it." Fang Yan took out a jade slip from his storage bag, and pulled He Zhouyue, who had just stood up, to sit again. Back on the cushion, "Look, I'll tell you what I don't understand."

He Zhouyue took some expediency, and finally penetrated the divine consciousness into the jade slip.

He guessed right, the so-called news that the mastermind behind Dashenmen is the demon race is not groundless, but it is far from the truth.

The real cause of trouble is a demon general named Ye Mei who ran out before the closure of the demon world. Splashing the sewage on the Demon Venerable's head can cover up the real Dashen Sect master, and secondly, it may force the Demon Venerable to take action, but the Demon Venerable ignored it and fell into a deep sleep.

But the gates of the Demon Realm were closed, and Ye Mei had to stay in the Little Demon Realm. He was bored, so he followed the style of Dashenmen and asked his subordinates to use puppet techniques to provoke the Immortal League. In the end, Fang Yan followed the vines and dragged him out. a bunch.

He Zhouyue: "What about the real Dashenmen sect master?"

Fang Yan: "Still investigating. The master of Dashenmen is very careful. Even Yemei doesn't know the real identity of the other party. I searched Yemei's soul, and it didn't lie or hide."

He Zhouyue: "Where is Ye Mei now?"

Fang Yan: "Kowtow together with the last one in front of the Yuanqing Hall to apologize to you, let them curse you."

He Zhouyue felt his head ache when he thought of the monster with the blood hole on the forehead of the Great Hall of the Qing Dynasty and shouting some miscellaneous words.

He dismissed the awkward voice in his head.

The senior brother has an order that anyone who betrays the Demon Venerable will be killed without mercy.

He Zhouyue lowered his eyes to hide the killing intent in his eyes: "Since it's useless, leave it to me."

Fang Yan: "Happy with the day and the moon."

He Zhouyue got up and planned to go to the Yuanqing Hall, but Fang Yan grabbed his wrist again.

He Zhouyue turned around in displeasure.

Fang Yan: "Are you leaving now?"

He Zhouyue was thinking about something serious: "What else do you want?"

"Don't you want your body?" Fang Yan smiled, and the magic froze, calling out an ice bed out of thin air, and He Zhouyue's intact body on the hospital bed.

With her body close in front of her eyes, He Zhouyue couldn't be happy at all.

On his body, he was wearing the red wedding dress of the parade day.

He Zhouyue turned around, and Fang Yanzhuan changed into the same wedding dress in an instant. It wasn't the calmness in front of outsiders, nor the gentleness when facing him. Even the Divine Tree of All Souls, which has grown for tens of millions of years, is slightly inferior.

He also thought about Fang Yan's appearance in wedding clothes, and Fang Yan was not as dazzling as Fang Yan was in every imagination.But He Zhouyue didn't feel moved, only anger ignited in his heart, he said sharply: "What do you mean?"

Fang Yan: "Day Moon was supposed to marry me, but there was an accident in the middle. Now that we are back, our marriage is the most important thing."

He Zhouyue laughed out of anger, without any warmth in his eyes: "Fang Yan, do you think we can still get married?"

Fang Yan: "I know that the day and the moon are unwilling, but I have no other choice. Once the day and the moon are gone, there is no trace. No matter where the day and the moon are, I can find the book."

He Zhouyue didn't care about getting married or not, Chui Xiao has moved to the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, ready to break out at any time.

He looked at Fang Yan coldly: "What are you talking about?"

Fang Yan seemed unaware of his hostility: "The Demon Lord has a very close relationship with Yuan Chen, you are too concerned about the fact of Dashenmen, and the time when you left Xianmeng happened to be Lin Yuan, No. The time of deep ascension, not to mention cultivating false gods with the soul, this is the secret technique handed down by the third generation of Yuan Shu No.

He has been suspicious since Fang Yan was able to crack the puppet technique, but now it seems that Fang Yan really knows too much about Yuan Shu.

He Zhouyue drew his sword out of its sheath, and stood face to face with Fang Yan: "Who are you?"