Mu Ci raised his eyebrows.

Jing Mo paused for a moment, and his clear eyes turned into ice like a handful of snow water. "Senior brother, come with me."

As a pharmacist of the demon clan, her sense of monsters is much stronger than others.

She had just sensed the hurt breath of the monster, which gave her a very familiar feeling.

She knew her, so she wanted to save her.

Jing Mo didn't want to avoid it either. She was going to tell Mu Ci, but there were too many things recently, so this time it was good.

The white-clothed Jian Xiu's side face was cold and delicate. When he didn't smile, he showed a little bit of blandness, but when he smiled, he looked charming and evil. He lazily glanced at the distance, curled his lips and said yes, then stretched out his hand to Jing Mo, with slender finger bones beautiful, "Senior brother doesn't recognize the way, so please ask the junior sister to lead me away."

Jing Mo looked at the fingers that reached in front of him and laughed a little. The corners of his lips were curled up in a secret manner, holding Mu Ci's hand, and his face was still cold: "Don't worry, senior brother, I won't take you away."

"It's yours if you don't lose it." Mu Ci chuckled, his voice becoming more and more low-magnetic in the night: "It's yours if you lose it."

While he said, he slowly held Jing Mo's hand and changed to a position of interlocking fingers, with a gentle and tough intimacy.

Jing Mo's fingertips trembled, and the temperature on the tip of his ears rose a little.

She took Mu Ci without going far, but followed her breath to find a wounded little fox, lying in the corner, whispering pitiful.

"Finished." Jing Mo slowly and patiently leaned over, leaned over and squatted in front of the little fox, and his cold breath slightly restrained. It was very gentle.

The little fox also noticed the familiar aura and did not have any warning. Instead, he rubbed his little head against the girl's palm.

The girl in white lowered her eyes and gently rubbed the little fox's head with her fingertips. The shadow of her eyelashes fell into her pupils, with a light and cold color, and a little gentleness hidden.

"I want to save it." Jing Mo raised his eyes slightly, looked at Mu Ci, and said calmly and seriously word by word.

The slender young man also leaned over and half kneeled beside Mu Ci, looking at the dying little fox, then stared at Jing Mo with his eyes, "Okay."

The girl pursed the corners of her lips slightly, and the lines on her side were clean and distinct, as if she was outlining a faint glow. She slowly rose from her fingertips, and she looked as beautiful as flowing sand, covering the little fox.

"Have you heard of the demon pharmacist?" Jing Mo whispered, "It's me."

"Follower." Mu Ci's eyebrows and eyes bent, bringing out a bit of evil spirit. His long fingers bent, his joints were cold and hard, and he gently rubbed the girl's nose with a little doting movement, and he whispered: "I'm just worried about this."

Jing Mo was slightly stunned.

The little fox gradually regained his vitality under her halo and opened his eyes.

Mu Ci chuckled, approaching her gracefully and casually, her forehead almost pressed against the girl, and her breath fell on Jing Mo's face, slightly hot.

"Senior brother doesn't care." He said: "No matter who you are, the senior brother only likes you, understand?"

After being slightly stunned, Jing Mo suddenly bent her eyes slightly, her eyes were cold and as if a pool of snow water was melted, clear and clear, reflecting Mu Ci's eyebrows and eyes, she called out softly.

"Senior Brother."

The voice is nice and soft.

"Hmm?" Mu Ci lazily pronounced the ending sound, very magnetic.

Jing Mo leaned over the next second, and a cold but soft kiss fell on the corner of the young man's lips.

Sudden action.

Mu Ci paused for a moment.

The touch from the corner of his lips made his eyes darker, like the fog rising in the early morning, suppressing a little darkness.

The next second he suddenly stretched out his hand, held the person directly in his arms, and pressed against the wall next to him. His movements were gentle and tough, and he raised the girl's chin and covered her thin lips.

Breathing intertwined, very affectionate. Jing Mo leaned against the wall and looked up slightly. The fog gradually spread in her eyes, and the coolness turned into a warm and soft area.

The shadows of the two figures intertwined and overlapped together, the moon was bright in the sky, and the moonlight was gentle like the eyes of a lover.

…

Three days,

All the evil spirits in the rebellion in Wushan Town were removed.

It should have left directly.

But Yu Chen stayed alone, and did not say any reason, just asked them to leave first.

No matter where, the taverns in towns are always gossiping places.

Many people are discussing what has happened recently.

"Have you heard it? This new demon lord is a complete god of killing. He blocks people and kills people. He has just succeeded to the throne for a few days, and there are at least tens of thousands of people in the demon world who have slaughtered them."

"Who doesn't know... If this is ruthless, she said no one dares to say first."

"With such cultivation and such means, I am actually a young girl, and I am even a person from Xuanqing Sect..."

The few people gathered together to discuss, and they were full of flirting and arguing endlessly.

"Is this the point?! I had a friend who saw it with his own eyes that day! It really caused a bloody storm."

"The most important thing is that this Demon Lord is actually the disciple of the Immortal Lord, and he is still holding the Xueji Sword!"

Yu Chen sat alone by the window, wearing cold frost in white clothes, listening quietly to their words, his fingertips always clasped on the hilt of the Soul Sorrow Sword.

After a long time, he got up and left the tavern.

Walk towards the direction outside Wushan.

The realm of the Demon Realm,

Just after entering the border, the sky became obviously darker and the wind blew.

The deeper you go, the darker the sky becomes, with a faint hint of blood.

In the sky, the snow was shining across the snow, and the sword energy was cold and fleeting.

Swipe down from high altitude.

The guards of the Demon Realm captured the extremely eye-catching snow and shouted sternly: "Who are you?!"

The young immortal looked at them coldly, his eyes calmly, as if there was a cycle of sun and moon.

"A man who practices Taoism?" The guard narrowed his eyes, with disdain and greed flashing in his eyes, and gradually tightened the sword in his hand.

at the same time,

Demonic Palace,

The intertwined black and red, the evil and scorching colors reflect the gorgeous and empty coldness that is extremely cold, without any temperature.

Thorn carvings entangled above the throne.

The person who had been sleeping suddenly opened his eyes, his blood-red eyes were sensational!

In the next second,

Disappeared in the hall.

Outside the Demon Realm.

There are not many people in the world who know the Immortal Lord, and they don’t know the guards in the Demon World all day long.

At this moment, he just wanted to kill someone and seek credit.

"A Taoist cultivator dares to break into the demon world alone? He is really looking for death!" He sneered and drew his sword.

Yu Chen's expression was calm and the coldness that emerged from his bones often noticed that when people in the world did not think of him, it was not because of the appearance that was sowed by all living beings, but was coming to his face with cold pressure.

Yu Chen held on Soul Sorrow with one hand, paused for a moment, and hesitated in his heart because of an idea.

He was here to find her, but he had never met her and was about to kill the demons...
Chapter completed!