my dignified devil

"His lecherous gaze scratched Fu Zixi from top to bottom.

My fist is hard.

I know the master's temper very well, he will definitely beat Luan Chi until his mother doesn't even know him.

"You can think about it." Fu Zixi said.

My heart sank, I'm going to beat Luan Chi until his mother doesn't even recognize him.

Zhang Lingshu and Fan Luo's jaws were about to drop to the ground, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Luan Chi was also very surprised, but he quickly recovered his frivolous look: "It's so refreshing! With a beauty in my arms, it doesn't matter whether it's a secret or not. Zixi, why don't you come back to my house today and practice together."

"Presumptuous! Is there no one in Yaozong that day?" My words were cold and my face was livid.

I've never called Zixi before, but you call me kindly.

"This is your apprentice?" Luan Chi didn't realize that he was trying to die, "I have a bad temper, and I can make do with being a concubine."

Fu Zixi frowned: "Don't think of my disciple."

"Zixi is angry? Ah, it's my fault." Luan Chi apologized without sincerity, and the fan in his hand was about to rest on Fu Zixi's shoulder.

Fu Zixi pulled out his sword and pushed it away: "Let us go in."

"Okay, you go back with me. Not only will I let them in, but I will also assign them a few good men to protect them along the way. Whoever blocks and kills whoever."

"Not now." Fu Zixi refused.

"Hey, it looks like we're still going to fight." Luan Chi stopped laughing, the folding fan was surrounded by demonic energy, bursting into flames.

How could Fu Zixi show weakness, he didn't make a sword move but his sword intent was fully revealed.

Demon cultivators are stronger than other types of monks in the same realm, which is why countless immortal cultivators are willing to fall into immortality and become demons. In a real fight, it is still unclear who will win the battle.

My cold eyes fell on Luan Chi, and I sent a voice transmission secretly: "Are you tired of working?"

His expression changed suddenly, he looked around, not knowing who was transmitting the sound, he dared to reply: "My lord, what do you mean by that?"

I'm not in the mood to break up with him: "Take your people and get out."

Luan Chi didn't dare to neglect, his face sank like water: "You are lucky today, I have other things to do, so let's go first."

After that, he signaled all the minions to retreat quickly, and the chariot stopped sitting.

Fu Zixi tilted her head to look, full of doubts.

"Master, what are you looking at?" I asked coldly.

Fu Zixi was shocked and serious: "I scared him away?"

Very good, I laughed angrily: "Could it be that Master is reluctant to let him go?"

Fu Zixi shook his head, a little disappointed: "How can he be my Taoist companion if he retreats without fighting?"

My heart was burning with anger, and my words unconsciously became harsh: "Can anyone be the master's Taoist companion?" It's not that I really treat him as a master.

Fu Zixi was taken aback by my words: "No."

Is it possible that I still really like Luan Chi, and my suppressed displeasure intensified and clamored in my heart.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Lingshu hurried out to smooth things over: "Xingliu, why did you talk to your master? I know you hate Moxiu, but you can't take your anger out on Master. Your master treats you well on weekdays. It's a small excuse, but I still don't admit my mistake."

"That's right, Xingliu, Uncle Fu just made false claims with that demon, how could he really agree to his wishful thinking." Fan Luo then persuaded me.

Not necessarily impossible, I sneered in my heart.

Contrary to what they thought, Fu Zixi was not angry: "If you don't like it, don't want him."

"Star stream."

"Do not be angry."

He advised me not to be angry.

This bottomless pampering made Zhang Lingshu and Fan Luo look at each other, and Zhang Lingshu secretly transmitted a voice: "The clown is actually me."

"Fuck, fuck, what the hell is this wonderful master-student relationship? As for Lao Tzu's master's superstitious belief that filial disciples will be born under the stick, I dare to talk back to him, what a fucking leg, he can chase me all the way from Cen Mingfeng Hit Fushouhai."

"You still have a master! I haven't seen my master for three to five years. I'm just a free-ranging spirit beast. Anyone who is free in Shangtian Yao can take me with me. Anyone can be a teacher."

"I'm depreesed!"

"No reason!"

"Why don't I have such a good master!"

My mood gradually calmed down.

"Master, Xingliu lied." I lowered my head and admitted my mistake, "Apologize to Master."

Fu Zixi wanted to touch my head, but found that I was already as tall as him, so she paused, then withdrew her hand, and just said, "It's okay."

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25. Chapter 25

After traveling for dozens of miles, I finally saw some shadows of the monks' creations. The small courtyard was square, and a tree of enlightenment was planted. It looked like the tree was flourishing, at least thousands of years old.

Different from the dilapidated ones seen before, the attic here is fairly tidy, and the corners of the two-storey small buildings are a bit delicate, and the inscription on the plaque - Slanting Moon and Three Stars.

The strange name, before I could figure it out, Zhang Lingshu opened the door first and went in. It was pitch black inside, and his figure disappeared without a trace after a daze.

Fan Luo was so anxious that he cursed and followed inside.Zuo is just a trap, Master and I followed up to find out.

Spiritual consciousness cannot be developed in this area, I can only observe with naked eyes.

I am all too familiar with this place.

The number one sect of the Immortal Sect sits on Tianyao Mountain, and the place where the Demon Sect's headquarters is located is called Tianjue.

This is the Tianjue Mountain Demon Palace.

Even with my eyes closed, I can touch every inch of the Tianjue Mountain Demon Palace bedroom.

The hall was in a mess, and there was nothing complete as far as the eye could see.

I quietly looked at "I" in the hall.

Looking at the face of "I" who has just matured, is still full of childishness, full of ferocity and tears.

Watching "I" strangling the man's throat, exhausting all my strength.

The man didn't struggle, didn't shout, he even looked calm, he just called out:

"Liuer"

"Liuer"

The whole hall was as silent as death, only his voice, like water in a hourglass, was weak, clear, and slow, falling.

One after another.

"I" trembled, gritted my teeth and tightened my hands.

Watch him die bit by bit.

"I" was sure that he had lost his breath, and suddenly felt sad, hugging his body and weeping bitterly.

He was the first person I killed.

He is the previous Demon Lord.

He is my dad.

Every detail in the scene is vivid in my mind, as if it was yesterday, still in front of my eyes.

But I'm so sure it's just an illusion.

I stretched out my palm, and it appeared without the slightest sign. It was still almost holy white, wrapped in soft fluorescent light, like a dream.

"Can't you imitate this?" I actually raised the corners of my lips slightly.

The picture in front of me was frozen like ice, and after being broken, it condensed into the appearance of the second floor of the attic.

The translucent phantom knelt down on the ground, although he was unwilling, but he couldn't do anything about the suppression of Ben Wu.

There is nothing, this is the only one in this world, the first-class spiritual treasure, even if there are all kinds of dissatisfaction in the spirit of this weapon, it can't resist the instinctive prostration.

The entire attic is a magic weapon. In fact, the name on the plaque has already revealed a thing or two. Isn't the oblique moon and three stars the "heart".Entering this building is like entering the magical realm of the heart. What you see is the most unforgettable thing in people's hearts, whether it is regret, or pain, or a beautiful dream. Can't help.

Unfortunately, I have already gotten used to it in my daily nightmares.

The spirit of the magic weapon suppressed his reluctance: "Since you have escaped from the illusion, you should leave in time."

I glanced at him, too lazy to argue with him, opened the door and entered the balcony on the second floor.

On the terrace, a figure was lying on the railing, full of loneliness.

"I didn't expect you to come out so soon." I was a little surprised, even a person who has no desires and desires can see through the illusion at a glance, and it will take some time to find the loopholes in the illusion and get out of it.

Zhang Lingshu turned his head, we looked at each other and smiled, "You have a secret" written in our eyes, and then we tacitly said nothing.

Looking out from the terrace, you can see the green mountains, the vast wilderness, and a tall tower standing in the distance.

"It seems that you must enter the attic and pass the test before you can go to the tower to hunt for treasure." Zhang Lingshu stretched out his thumb to aim at the tower, comparing the distance.

I could hear the indifference in his tone: "Why, you didn't come to the secret place of Danshan to hunt for treasure?"

Since seeing him from the balcony, he has lost the eager look before, but instead has a detached look with no desires or desires, as if he can retreat in place.

Zhang Lingshu spat lightly: "I just found that there is nothing I want."

"How do you know that there is no one you are interested in in the master's treasury here."

"If it's what I think, in the illusion just now, how could Qi Ling not know what really caused me pain."

I can't imagine that Zhang Lingshu, who was loved by others in Tianyao Sect since he was a child, has the wealth of the sky, and has never experienced the hardships of the world, will suffer so much.

But I didn't ask.

The two of us leaned on the fence and looked into the distance. For a while, the wind was muffled and no one made a sound.

About half a day later, Fan Luo crawled out of the attic with lingering fear on his face.

He opened his mouth and scolded: "His uncle, you scared me to death."

Zhang Lingshu taunted: "What scares you like a bear."

"Don't mention that word!" Fan Luo stopped in horror, covering Zhang Lingshu's mouth and nose.

Zhang Lingshu used all his strength to push Fan Luo away: "I won't mention it, I won't mention it, what is the word that made you react so strongly?"

Fan Luo wept sadly: "In the illusion, I became a spirit beast, a big rat with a duck's mouth and round hair."

There are tens of thousands of spirit beasts in the world, and because there are many cases of fusion with each other, it is not surprising to see some unheard of ones.

"Platypus?" Zhang Lingshu had a strange expression.

"Brother Zhang, I told you that you can come up with a name, that's about it." Fan Luo choked with a duck voice, "In the illusion, it was okay at first, I lived in the water very well, and then there was a huge..."

he had a cold