The apprentice of evildoers wants to hug

At the same time, the wild desert river, the border of the demon clan.

A man in black clothes was sitting cross-legged, suddenly the sky and the earth darkened, and the situation was treacherous.

The man's eyes were gray-purple, and his handsome facial features carried a strange evil spirit. At this moment, he was holding a very responsible formula in his hand.

This man is the man who met Shen Qingxian in Luoyang City two months ago, the current lord of the demon clan, Lord Chichi.

The corners of his lips were dripping with blood, and there was a flash in his eyes, and the gray-purple pupils were retracted by him.

"The trip to Luoyang City was not in vain."

Feng Shuli casually wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and called his subordinates in.

"Zhao Wu, come here."

The young man named Zhao Wu lowered his head and handed him the sword in his hand, "My lord..."

"You... come here again."

Feng Shuli put the sword aside, put away his sinister and awe-inspiring appearance, and showed his weak side to let him come over.

Zhao Wu pursed his lips: "My lord is afraid that the spiritual core is damaged, so I'll go ask the magic doctor."

Feng Shuli pulled him over, "This is a big matter, only you know about it. He restrained his weakness and said, "I'll let you go out when I feel better. "

Zhao Wu tried to break free from his hand, but he couldn't break free at all, but the wrist that was strangled turned red.

From Zhufeng, the kitchen.

Shen Qingxian was rubbing a ball of dough, the flour fluttered and scattered, and his black hair was stained with some white dots after two or three strokes. Looking from a distance, he saw a man in white lowering his eyes slightly, concentrating on The powder ball in his hand, the face that was as white as white jade in the past, was also stained with some powder.

Shen Qingxian picked off the dough bit by bit, kneaded it into smaller dough balls, pressed it into a round piece with the palm of his hand, and then spooned the fillings that had already been prepared with the flour skin Wrapped and put directly into the pot.

(System: "The host doesn't have to work so hard to get the male lead's favorability.") Shen Qingxian's hand that put the dumpling paused, and he didn't have to count Bai Junci's favorability, because by then he would be blackened, and he would have already I bought the life and death medicine, but I still returned to the system.

"Um……"

(System: "I think the host's technique is unfamiliar, and it's quite laborious to do these things. Although I can't bear to interrupt, I still have to tell the host that Bai Junci won't remember these little things after being blackened.

At that time, what Shen Qingxian suffered in the previous life, the host will still suffer one by one. ) Shen Qingxian has always been very clear in his heart, just want to have some time to do something warmer.

But I still hope that when he comes back blackened, even if he has to suffer all kinds of torture, I just hope that his spiritual core will not be destroyed. Although it will not kill him, it will make him reborn and become extremely weak.

Although he has spiritual power to protect his body, not every punishment can be resisted. When his spiritual power is exhausted, he will not be able to hold on anymore!

(System: "For the previous life, although there are still more than two years left, the host still needs to be reminded that in this life, the plot of the Demon Prison has been advanced!)" What?

"The big spoon in Shen Qingxian's hand was startled by this sentence and fell into the pot, and the boiling water was caught off guard by the big spoon falling, splashing a piece of water and staining Shen Qingxian's clothes.

He's only been here for more than two months, and it's so troublesome to come here all at once, which scared him a lot, but he suddenly remembered something.

How long has he been here, why doesn't he feel homesick at all?