"You, you...think about..." Xiu Qi threw the dagger on the ground, "...think beautifully!"

He doesn't want to cut his robe to cut justice!

Don’t the clothes need silver?

"Then you tell me, we are still not friends?" Hanyue didn't give Xiu Qi a chance to escape at all, pressing on every step of the way.

Forcing Xiu Qi to retreat irreversibly.

In the end, it could only be heard like a mosquito, "Forget it...it is."

Although Xiu Qi hated the demons, compared to the youth in the original plot, he is now a teenager after all.

The young people have no relatives or friends. His relationship with Xiao Shishu Wanshi is not as close as it is now. The long path of cultivation is all made by myself step by step. Even because of the stubbornness of speech, even the occasional mental collapse, there is no way to declare it.

So I can only gradually harden my heart in the silence day after day. Will revenge the demons as the only support.

Lang's heart is like iron, so it is possible to kill his wife to prove the truth!

But at the moment, Princess Hanyue is much more temperamental than in the original plot, and she is so stunned that she can do it all.

In the days to come, although Xiu Qi didn't be a pure licking dog like before, he tried to talk to Han Yue. But from time to time, he would take out some snacks and silently stuff Hanyue's hands.

The two are awkward, but inexplicably sweet.

Wan Shi saw it with his own eyes that once Xiu Qi turned his head, while not looking at Han Yue, he stuffed Han Yue's hands with snacks. Then Hanyue grabbed his hand directly...

Xiu Qi was ashamed and annoyed and said to Han Yue: "You, you, you..."

Alas, knocking is really a flaw.

Hanyue: "Want me to let go?"

Xiu Qi nodded angrily: "Hmm!!!"

"Then next time you give something, watch me give it." What do you mean by turning your head away from her every time?

Xiu Qi whispered: "Hmm..."

Although Wan Shi doesn't know what dog food is, but seeing this scene accidentally makes him feel weird and can't deceive people.

As for the weird feeling...

It's the kind of feeling that you want to roll your eyes with disdain, but don't know why you want to roll your eyes, like a fishbone in your heart, not big or small, choking, but choking panicked.

*

More than a dozen disciples of the Hehuan Sect were brutally killed by the demons.

It didn't take long for this matter to spread through the various sects of the Human Race.

The head of the Hehuan Sect and the elders were furious, although there is no definite evidence that they were killed by the demons. But with a little extrapolation, one can draw a conclusion--

The demon race is in a safe place, and has never dared to oppose the human race.

The various sects of the Human Race know how to consider the overall situation. Everyone is mixed in human races, and occasional conflicts are common, but there will never be a sect who slaughters other sect disciples so aggressively!

After all, doing so is tantamount to feuding death.

The start is so cruel, except for the demons, don't do what he wants!

In other words, the Mozu has long been used to carrying the black pot, even if it was not the hands of the Mozu this time, the black pot will naturally fall on the Mozu's head.

But well, this time the pan is not wronged at all.

After all, it was the little princess of the Demon Race herself.

"The devil killed my elite disciple of the Hehuan Sect. This hatred is not shared! It is the duty of the human race to eliminate the demon and defend the way! If this demon is not brought to justice, my Hehuan sect will not stop!"

*

The Buddha's incense curls in the Buddhist room.

Muyu's voice is neither anxious nor slow, nor arrogant nor impatient.

The door was knocked softly.

"Master." Even if the old monk who knocked at the door was still outside, he bowed respectfully to show respect to Master.

"In."

After entering the door, the old monk crawled on the ground and reported: "Master, the disciple of the Hehuan Sect is going out..."

Report the matter of the Hehuan Sect to the end.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped slowly, and the expression of the holy monk of Dezhen with white hair and beard remained unchanged. Because of this, he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Hehuan Sect, acting has never been aboveboard enough." Sage Dezhen said slowly.

Even the confidant who was raised by him, who had been with him for hundreds of years, couldn't figure out what he meant. Are you dissatisfied with the Hehuan Sect?

"However, if you don't be upright, it's the human clan after all. Being slaughtered by the demons, it is always the demons who broke the rules and provoke the human race."

"The master is absolutely right." The old monk said respectfully.

"It is calculated for the teacher that the one who killed the disciples of the Acacia Sect was born in the demon race many years ago. A teenage girl with a small red hair on top of her head. Tell the head and elders of the Acacia Sect of this news. Huguo Temple is doing its part for Hehuan Sect."

After the dezhen holy monk ordered, the old monk withdrew from the monastery.

There are no secrets among the various sects of the Human Race.

Although only this news was notified to the Hehuan Sect, the other sects would know it before a while.

The threat of the natural demon species will make all the sects of all sizes tremble, and the vegetation will be soldiers.

People are not for themselves, and the earth will die.

At that time, the human race will do everything possible to fight against the natural demon species.

Although there is only one realm between the earth demon and the sky demon, it is a world of difference.

He doesn't have much time, and I don't know if there are still a few years left, or decades. Waiting for the fifteen-year-old Earth Demon to evolve into a Sky Demon, who knows, can it wait before he dies?

He couldn't wait to let the natural demon seed naturally absorb the essence of the sun and the moon little by little and improve his cultivation.

In that case, it can only...

He will make a demon by himself!

The holy monk Dezhen got up and walked to the Buddha statue in the Zen room.

Kneel down at the position parallel to the knees of the Buddha statue on the left, and knock three times, and then at the position parallel to the knees of the Buddha statue on the right, knock four times.

Then there was a slight "clam" sound, and a book fell on the forehead of the Buddha statue.

The holy monk Dezhen just waved his hand for a while, and the book automatically fell into his hand.

"The Refining Handbook of the Demon".

The name of the book is written on the old cover. Even if it is carefully preserved, it can be seen that the book is very old.

It was also a coincidence that he could get this volume of manuscripts.

There has always been a legend in the lower realm sects, hundreds of thousands of years ago, there was no distinction between upper realm and lower realm. There are only three tribes: human, demons, and demons.

According to legend, hundreds of thousands of years ago, the human race had a saint... Zisui.

Its origin is a mystery.

Life experience is a mystery.

The repair is a mystery.

In other words, no one knows who he is from. No one knows how shocking and brilliant parents can be born of a perverted person like him. And the world only knows that the mysterious Zisui Monarch has a superb cultivation base, but no one knows how powerful he is.

He once refined a demon by himself.

And this "Handbook of Refining Heavenly Demon" is rumored to be a work of experience he left when he was idle...