Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Fu Yuqiu was here to look for them. Hearing the words, he was refreshed and hurriedly got up: "Let's go, follow the smell and find him."

Yin Teng said angrily, "Take me as a dog?"

Fu Yuqiu said, "Father."

Yindeng: "..."

After a while, Fu Yuqiu followed his newly recognized Yin Teng "father" out of the mustard seed, and went to look for Fu Yuque.

"Fuyu Que is too boring." Yin Teng was still disgusted, "I haven't seen him come out once in 800 years in a place as small as Wenyou Valley, let alone the lower realm. This is the first time I have smelled it in more than 20 years. His smell."

Fu Yuqiu nodded.

Fu Yuque was only thinking about how to kill people, oh yes, and how to chat with others, but after studying for so long, he still didn't dare to talk to strangers.

Fu Yuqiu thought that the first thing he found was his courtesan-like fourth brother, but he didn't expect it to be Fu Yuque, the dull gourd.

Didn't Fu Yuque always like to be bored and not go out, why did he suddenly come to such a lively place?

It's rare.

The head of the Immortal League under the competition stage seemed to be at a disadvantage. Fu Yuqiu shuttled among the mustard seeds, glanced at it inadvertently, let out a sigh, and said, "Father, that human being is going to lose."

Yin Teng sneered: "I don't think the group of cowardly mice in the Xianmeng are far from death. Only the closed-door ancestor has a little cultivation, but I guess if he can't break through in recent years, he will have to grow old." It's piled up."

Fu Yuqiu was listening with gusto, when he turned a corner, his eyes fell on the mustard seeds of the four clans in the distance.

The Shaozun and Sizun of the four clans are going to participate in the big competition, and there are many clansmen accompanying them. Even the peacock Shaozun Feng Xuesheng's decadent temper has several clansmen in the mustard - although they are not in the same corner. Feng Xuesheng, who was squatting, spoke, but finally came back.

Only the Jiezi of the Tonghe clan was empty, and only Feng Beihe stood alone at the door, looking indifferently at the competition field.

A snowy owl beside him landed silently on his shoulder.

The anger in Fu Yuqiu's heart was burning with anger.

The mustard seeds of the four clans have an enchantment, and Fu Yuqiu can't go there, but when he saw this person, he was so angry that he turned around and complained to Yin Teng, intending to let his "new father" vent his anger on him.

Fu Yuqiu pointed to Fengbei River;

At the same time, Yindeng was also so angry that she raised her finger to the snowy owl.

The two said in unison: "That's the one who wanted to kill me! Go and avenge your father and me!!!"

Fu Yuqiu: "..."

Yindeng: "..."

After the words fell, the two looked at each other, with "You're in vain" written all over their eyes.

Fu Yuqiu hasn't found a backer yet, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity, so as not to be arrested again to dig the elixir or be taken back to Jiuchongtian, so he has to swallow his anger and continue to search for Fu Yuque with Yin Teng.

"When I find my brother, you will all die!" Fu Yuqiu thought bitterly.

"That person?" Yin Teng frowned, thought for a long time, and suddenly realized, "That is the person you saved?!"

Fu Yuqiu's face was disheveled: "I'm blind, okay?"

Yindeng: "He killed you?"

Fu Yuqiu nodded.

Yin Teng turned her head and glanced coldly: "No wonder I couldn't find him no matter how hard I searched all these years, I dare say he is a wanderer."

Fu Yuqiu asked suspiciously, "Are you looking for him?"

Yin Teng scolded angrily: "Idiot, I'm avenging you!"

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback for a moment, and it took a while before he burst out laughing, and said cheerfully, "Thank you dad."

Yindeng: "..."

Whoever has milk is a mother, a worthless thing.

Yin Teng put down a vine that looked like black mist without a trace, and the thin vine was like a small snake, and it crawled towards the Mustard Seed of the Tonghe Clan of the Four Clans without a sound.

On the competition stage, Xianmeng lost as expected.

The demon saintess flicked her wrist, retracted the blood-stained whip, and laughed wantonly.

She didn't go down either, but instead asked loudly: "Where is Master Xuanzhu?"

All the spectators looked at each other, not knowing what she was planning.

At this time, the Demon Race defeated the Immortal League, shouldn't it be polite to ridicule it?

Why did you suddenly find someone who seemed irrelevant?

The saint raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "If you don't come out again, I will..."

Before the threatening words were finished, a cloud pattern of a full moon suddenly floated towards the face of the saint, and burst open suddenly, like the shattered light of a bright moon falling down.

— as if telling her to shut up!

The saint laughed loudly, wrapped the long whip around her waist, tapped her toes twice, and followed the direction pointed by the auspicious cloud pattern of the full moon like a frightened bird.

The surrounding audience were even more confused.

However, once the demons want to run amok, they cannot be judged by the rules of ordinary people.

Dabi continued.

The big competition with Ling Yuze as a gimmick was originally disliked by everyone, not to mention this good show specially dedicated to the Jiuzhong Tianxian Zun by the Dragon Clan, Feng Yan became impatient and didn't even look at it.

Only those who don't know the truth are still doing their best for a Lingyuze.

The surrounding area of ​​Tianting Pagoda was very big, Fu Yuqiu followed Yin Teng to turn east and west, feeling like he was about to turn out of Fuyun Prefecture, but he still hadn't found the shadow of Fuyuque.

Fu Yuqiu said worriedly: "He won't die, will he?"

Yin Teng said: "If you want to open it up, maybe it will be ground up and sprinkled everywhere as nourishment."

"Too."

Yin Teng sniffed here and there like a dog, and finally found the source of the smell after a while, turned into a bracelet and coiled it on Fu Yuqiu's wrist in a daze, and said listlessly: "Grandma's, Fu Yuque doesn't Cover up the poison on your body, it will poison me to death."

After sniffing for a while, the yin vine that swallowed the corpse couldn't bear it.

Fu Yuqiu touched him.

The source of the smell of poisonous weeds was behind a boulder in a deep mountain. Fortunately, everyone was watching the competition, and there was no one around.

It was indeed a place where Fu Yuque could hide.

Fu Yuqiu was not polite to his second brother, and was about to rush in carelessly when a coquettish laugh burst into his ears, making him shiver in shock.

woman?

Isn't Fu Yuque here?

Fu Yuqiu became vigilant, and walked forward quietly with light steps.

The further you go in, the darker the sight line and the more humid the temperature. The poisonous weed likes this cold and dark environment the most, but the increasingly clear female laughter seems to dispel the evil atmosphere, making it inexplicably ambiguous.

Fu Yuqiu frowned, suspecting that Yin Teng was cheating on him.

With Fu Yuque's bad temper, how could a woman be willing to talk to him?

After so much skill, Fu Yuqiu finally saw a figure not far away. Before he could take a closer look, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Yuqiu shrank her head in fright, her braid full of flowers almost stood up.

He was easily startled, and immediately turned into a white sparrow with a "chirp".

Because he was caught off guard and became smaller, the bracelet made of yin vine fell to the ground with a bang, and twirled twice like a loop, enclosing the palm-sized Fu Yuqiu in it.

Fu Yuqiu was still in shock, looked up terrified, and saw Feng Li who came here from nowhere, looking down at him.

The white bird was about to burst into tears, and angrily tweeted: "Why are you walking silently?!"

Feng Yan looked at him with burning golden pupils, closed his eyes slightly, the flames in his pupils disappeared instantly, and he said softly, "I thought you knew."

Fu Yuqiu was so angry that he flapped his wings and scolded him: "I don't have eyes in the back of my head, how could I know?!"

After chirping and cursing in anger, Fu Yuqiu suddenly realized that she was following her, immediately transformed into a human form, grabbed Yin Teng, who seemed to have fallen asleep again for no reason, and put it on her wrist, pressing Feng Li's shoulders and pushing him back desperately.

There happened to be a hiding place next to him, Fu Yuqiu was slender and lacked much strength, but Feng Li followed his strength and retreated a few steps, with his back resting on the stone wall covered with damp moss.

Fu Yuqiu's whole body was stuck in Feng's arms. Although he was not short, compared with Feng's tall figure, his hair only reached his chin.

Afraid of being discovered, he clasped Feng Zai's shoulders with both hands, turned his head slightly and looked over nervously, and the smell of pine nuts on his body penetrated into Feng Zai's nostrils.

Feng Yang lowered her eyes and stared at him blankly.

Fu Yuqiu glanced carefully and found that the people not far away didn't seem to have noticed him, so he was slightly relieved.

It's just that what he didn't realize was that there was a layer of transparent enchantment with flowing fire patterns covering the surrounding area with Feng Li at the center, completely covering up all the movements of the two of them.

Seeing that Fu Yuqiu's lips were trembling with nervousness, Feng Yan was about to open his lips: "I..."

Fu Yuqiu was startled, and immediately stood on tiptoe and raised her hand to cover his mouth, glared at him and whispered: "Chirp chirp chirp."

--Do not talk.

Feng Yan: "..."

Feng Yan had no choice but to keep silent.

Only then did Fu Yuqiu settle down, and turned to look at the person not far away.

From Feng Yan's point of view, Fuyu Qiu's crow-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and her snow-clothed white hair seemed to be shining brightly even in the dark.

Fu Yuqiu didn't notice Feng Yan's gaze staring at him, glanced over, and immediately froze.

Not far away, the person who had been hiding in the dark and couldn't see the face clearly finally reached the dim light because of pulling, and Fu Yuqiu could see the person's face clearly.

Pale face, dark purple lips, and a little blood-red cinnabar on the earlobe.

——It is Fuyu Que.

Fu Yuqiu immediately got excited, and was about to run up to recognize his relatives, but saw the demon saint who was beating the leader of the Immortal League just now on the competition stage, standing next to Fu Yuque, laughing and saying something.

Fu Yuqiu: "???"

Fu Yuqiu was shocked.

I haven't seen him for more than 20 years. Fu Yuque, who caught whoever was poisoned, even his own brother...

How could he allow others to get close to him? !

Fu Yuqiu gasped, feeling for the first time that things were changing after time passed.

"My second brother actually has a Taoist companion." Fu Yuqiu couldn't control her nagging, she tiptoed to Feng Xi's ear, and whispered to him, "He's still a demon."

Fu Yuqiu's scorching breath sprayed in Feng's ear, as if a hot flame burned half of Feng's body into ashes, Feng's instinct wanted to dodge, but for some reason he forcibly held back.

After Fu Yuqiu finished speaking like a thief, he suddenly realized.

"No, I'm looking for my own brother, why do I have to be sneaky?"

Fu Yuqiu immediately came out of Feng Lian's arms, cleared his throat with a dry cough, stepped out of Feng Li's barrier, and walked towards Fu Yu Que.

Not far away, Fu Yuque and the demon saint are not as ambiguous and charming as Fu Yuqiu thought.

The demon saint was saying: "...Do you dare to accept Phoenix's reward order? Fu Yuque, are you really not afraid of death?"

Fu Yuque's face was expressionless, his dark eyes were deep, and he didn't say a word.

He said silently in his heart: "Kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her..."

"Hahaha what are you thinking?" The saint smiled, "You want to kill me?"

Fu Yuque was stunned, maintaining an unfathomable coldness and indifference, and looked at her coldly, and the thoughts in his mind became more intense.

"Kill her, kill her, kill her..."

Fu Yuque only wanted to kill people.

The saint probably thought it was fun to tease him, and was about to say some more words about tigers and wolves when the magic pupil shrank slightly.

The smile on her face faded a little, she stretched out her hand to gently hook Fu Yuque's chin, and said ambiguously: "Someone is here - I will come to look for you some day, don't throw away the plaque I gave you."

Fu Yuque: "..."

Fu Yuque clenched his fist and looked at her with dark eyes.

He finally said a word.

"Walk."

Not even swearing.

The demon saint laughed loudly, and turned into black mist and left in an instant.

The heart that Fu Yuque had been holding so tightly suddenly fell down, and he exhaled a poisonous breath, thinking coldly: "Next time I will definitely kill her."

He didn't want to stay in a strange place for too long, and was about to leave after resolving the matter, when he suddenly felt that someone seemed to be running towards him quickly.

Fu Yuque's repressed killing intent suddenly reached its peak, he turned his head abruptly, and the mist that was almost condensed into black rain pierced the air towards the person who came.

It's just that the black mist has not yet arrived, but the man shouted: "Fu Yu Que!"

Fu Yuque was startled.

The voice seemed somewhat familiar.

The black mist became transparent for a moment, and an extremely familiar face came into his sight unexpectedly.

Fu Yuque's pupils suddenly turned into double pupils.

Fu Yuqiu has long been familiar with the poisonous gas. When they were young, the two of them took root together, and the roots were intertwined. As a result, Fu Yuqiu had the spiritual power to resist the poison of Fuyu Que, and was not affected at all.

When Fu Yuqiu saw Fu Yuque staring at him, he froze in place, his eyes became slightly hot for a moment, and he was deeply moved.

Fu Yuque and Fu Baihe must be heartbroken for all these years without him.

The more Fu Yuqiu thought about it, the more sad he felt, and he ran even faster towards Fu Yuque.

But in the next moment, Fu Yuque, who came back to his senses, had no expression on his face, and even raised his hand. The poisonous gas, which was several times denser than before, was like a black wall, pressing towards Fu Yuqiu.

Fu Yuqiu: "???"