The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhao Yan followed Xiao Su into the crowd of onlookers. He looked at the row of disciples blocking the onlookers in front, and then raised his eyes to look at Xiao Su, whose expression remained unchanged, with a smile on his lips.

He was so brave that he could still laugh.

Zhao Yan instantly connected Xiao Su with the terrifying murderer he had seen on the Internet before, and after killing someone, he could stand aside calmly and watch the police investigate the case.

Thinking that such a person is actually beside him, Zhao Yan swallowed nervously, feeling horrified.

He added another impression of Xiao Su.

Xiao Su is an extremely dangerous person with a strong psychological quality.

Under Zhao Yan's steadfast gaze, Xiao Su once again made an unbelievable move.

"What happened? Who is the person in front?" Xiao Su turned his head and asked a stranger beside him, his tone full of curiosity.

"Yesterday, the two immortal families of Zhao and Li were married here, and more than a dozen sects came to participate in the banquet. This morning, the house and people disappeared. It's strange." The onlookers told the news they had heard.

"It's so strange, have you found out why?" Xiao Su asked.

"The Lingshan disciples have arrived after hearing the news. They are investigating, but they don't know how it is going."

"It seems that there is no progress." Xiao Su shook his head, "Lingshan is too uninteresting for such a big event to happen, so we don't send some reliable people."

A younger Lingshan disciple heard Xiao Su's words, turned around and glared at Xiao Su angrily: "What did you say? Who is unreliable?"

Xiao Su met the disciple's gaze, and a smile appeared on his lips.Because of the curvature of his lips, the ordinary face reveals an arrogance that is hard to ignore: "Speaking of you, little brother, is your hair all grown? Come here to join in the fun."

Hearing what he said, the disciple rushed forward to confront Xiao Su. He raised his sword and pointed at Xiao Su: "I obeyed Lingshan's order to investigate. You come here to watch a play, how can you have the face to say I'm useless?"

Xiao Su moved his sword away calmly, his eyes darkened slightly.

He didn't open his mouth to speak again, but that look made the disciple pause.

"Zi Ran, don't be rude." At the same time as the gentle voice came from behind, all the disciples in Lingshan turned their attention.

The visitor was dressed in a blue and white Taoist robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, without wind.His complexion is white, his lips are light, his face is beautiful but not aggressive at all, and the calmness between his brows and eyes is as gentle as his demeanor.

"Master." Lingshan disciples saluted one after another.

The disciple who was replaced by Zi Ran also changed his angry expression just now, and turned around obediently: "Master."

Xuan Ye stood in front of Xiao Su, apologetic in his voice: "This disciple is stubborn, so I offended you."

The tone is respectful and humble, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

It seems that the whole person has fallen into the embrace of flower petals, and the skin is touched by the warm wind, and the mood suddenly becomes comfortable and happy.

Zhaoyan took a deep breath, slowly raised his eyelids, and carefully glanced at Xuan Ye who was opposite him.

"I don't mean to pursue it either." Xiao Su replied, his dark eyes were filled with unclear emotions, "Let him come over and kowtow to me to admit his mistake, and the matter will be over."

The smile on Xuan Ye's lips was still there, but his tone was neither humble nor overbearing: "Spirit Mountain has rules, disciples don't kneel to people outside of Spirit Mountain, I hope Your Excellency will forgive me."

"What do your rules have to do with me?" While Xiao Su was speaking, his sleeve was tugged by a hand beside him.

He looked down and met Shang Zhaoyan's begging eyes.

"Let's go first..." Zhao Yan didn't want Xiao Su to clash with others in such a big way. Xiao Su was the murderer, and if he was found out, the situation would become very dangerous.

Xiao Su's movements were restricted, but looking at the other party's pitiful appearance, he, who should have been annoyed by this, put a little comfort in his tone: "Later."

Zhaoyan tightened his grip on his sleeves, noticing the eyes of everyone around him, his face was uncomfortably hot, and the tips of his small ears that protruded from his hair were dyed red: "But... quarreling ,not good……"

Xuan Ye had no intention of arguing with rude people like Xiao Su any more, and was about to turn around and leave, when an imperceptible hint of sweet peach smell passed Zhaoyan's breath from the corner of his eye.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression changed in an instant before returning to normal.

"Master, why talk too much with this kind of person." Zi Ran walked up to Xuan Ye, and didn't give Xiao Su a good look. "He doesn't seem to have the slightest cultivation, I just go up and teach him a lesson."

"No cultivation at all..." A faint, incomprehensible smile appeared on Xuan Ye's lips, which made the original delicate face even more beautiful, "Really?"

"I admire Lingshan's style of conduct the most." Xiao Su ignored Xuan Ye's question, "Especially the bullying of the weak."

"You were the one who provoked me first!" Ziran retorted angrily, gradually tightening his hand holding the sword, "Have the guts to swear, but don't have the guts to bear the consequences?"

Xiao Su had a full view of his anger, and felt that the way the other party jumped was really funny.

But Yun Xiangyi's absence had really made him lose interest in staying.

Instead, he reached out and rubbed Zhaoyan's hair: "Go, if you don't go, he's going to beat you."

"You bastard! When did I say I was going to hit him?" Zi Ran was so excited by Xiao Su that he couldn't help but increase his volume. He was about to raise the sword in his right hand for the second time, but was stopped by Xuan Ye again.

"Zi Ran, what does the teacher teach you?" Xuan Ye's voice was still gentle, but it suppressed Zi Ran's impulse more effectively than spiritual power.

Standing behind Xuan Ye, Ziran stared at Xiao Su angrily. The young man's face was full of rich expressions that he had only when he was young. The simplicity that was not concealed at all was cute and tight.

"The face is as puffy as a frog." Xiao Su turned around with his hands behind his back, and said in disgust as he walked, "It's so ugly, it's unsightly."

Zhao Yan hurriedly followed Xiao Su's pace, without looking back at the Lingshan disciples behind him, he was really afraid that they would surround him and attack Xiao Su.

"Master, he scolded me!" Zi Ran was so annoyed that he wanted to chase after Xiao Su, but because of Xuan Ye's face, he stood still and did not dare to move.

Xuan Ye turned her head, her eyes wandered between Xiao Su and Zhao Yan, and finally fell on Zhao Yan.

"Don't worry about it, just find out about this matter now." Xuan Ye said.

After Zhao Yan followed Xiao Su away from the crowd, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but was suddenly picked up by Xiao Su's waist, his body suddenly flew into the air, and landed on a towering tree beside it.

Zhaoyan lowered his head and looked under the tree, feeling dizzy for a while, and was so frightened that he hugged Xiao Su tightly.

"How about this angle?" Xiao Su asked while holding his precarious body with one hand, looking at the Lingshan disciple who was still investigating ahead.

"What..." Zhaoyan lay in Xiao Su's arms, and it took a long time to stabilize his body.He carefully followed Xiao Su's gaze, "You mean, watch them find out the truth?"

"My deity is talking about watching a group of monkeys playing tricks." Xiao Su said with a smile, "Xuan Ye's cultivation is lower than this deity's. If Yun Xiangyi doesn't come, these idiots can't find anything."

Yun Xiangyi...

Zhaoyan raised his eyes to stare at Xiao Su, and asked softly, "Is Yun Xiangyi the person you want to meet? Is he very important to you..."