Xuan Yao's eyes trembled, lifting his heart and secretly squeezing the fan in his hand.

"Jinghuashuiyue is as mysterious as its name, and what you feel in it may not be true. Xiaoqianjie has passed a thousand years, and maybe only one day has passed in the present world. Maybe we have different time velocities in the illusion. , Who knows. "

His Royal Highness Xi Rong nodded, seemingly incomprehensible. "Achan ... No, Xuanyao, you were ..."

"Your Highness," Xuan Yao interrupted her, "Jinghuashuiyue is just a dream to watch flowers and flowers, or don't care too much. We entered Xiaoqianjie to refine our hearts, and don't let the content of the illusion become New obsessions. Forget about the past. "

After sending Xi Rong away, Xuan Yao finally couldn't hold back the indifferent look, showing a little panic that couldn't hold back. She left Hanyu Palace with great anxiety and went to Ran You's residence.

Ran You's residence is surrounded by bamboo forests, quiet and quiet, just as elegant as its owner. Ran Youshanle is rational. When Xuanyao arrives, he is sitting at the stone table and playing the new sheet music with jade flute. Xuan Yao stopped quietly a few steps behind him.

The melodious Xiao sound stopped abruptly.

Ran You put Xiao down lightly without looking back, "Fairy Xuan Yao, what's the matter?"

The panic in Xuan Yao's heart made her careless about his coldness. "Ran You, I'm a little afraid ..."

She walked behind him, her eyes lightened, "Your Highness seems to be suspicious. He is very concerned about the woman named A Chan who is the same as me in appearance in Jinghuashuiyue. But he came to me to" recall old ", I have no reason to avoid it ... "

Ran You finally looked up at her, stood up and stood side by side with her, and said comfortably: "There is nothing to fear, she can't come out. No one will think in that direction, don't be too nervous. Besides, they don't have any evidence. . "

With that said, he suddenly showed a bit of a wry smile with a bit of sarcasm. "Again, maybe it's your chance, isn't it, intersects with His Royal Highness, your future ..."

"Ran You!" Xuan Yao interrupted him. "I don't have any thoughts about His Royal Highness, you know, I'm too late to hide him."

"Yeah, of course I know. What you like is Cangli Shenjun."

Xuan Yao looked at him cautiously, and her eyes showed a trace of shame, "In any case, you are my most trusted friend."

Ran You twitched his lips, and suddenly remembered what Xuan Yao had said before jumping off the mirror.

—— "Because in her heart, you are the most trustworthy person ..."

—— "Unfortunately, she stripped herself of the demon, and stripped all her love for you together ..."

—— "The heart she admires for you is here with me ..."

He lowered his eyes, covering the bitterness and tiredness in his eyes, "I know."

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Although the Devil has become the overlord of the Three Realms, there are still some people who refuse to surrender and stubbornly resist.

However, Murong didn't take it seriously. On the contrary, he also found a way to pass the time and vent the tyrannical emotions in his heart. Often, a demon would not take it and go to fight alone.

After hearing the demon's report this time, Murongli once again left the demon palace to open the killing ring. A Chan didn't care, she was spending time in the bedroom.

She lay on her little couch, put the book on the pillow and watched, while eating snacks, while shaking her calf gently. She still likes to throw pastry wrapping paper on the ground, but Murongli is a bit of a cleansing habit. She lives in the outside of his bedroom and he can see it as soon as he comes in.

So A Chan did not forget to listen to the movement. When Murongli came back, she immediately swept the paper on the floor under the force of the sleeve and waited until she was happy to move it.

Suddenly, Achan put the cake in his mouth and looked up with a feeling. She blinked and felt it, sitting up with a shocked look.

Murongli, as the master of the magic lamp, has a sense between him and him. At this moment, A Chan felt that he was seriously injured.

A Chan had no time to think about who could hurt Murong Li, hurriedly got into the magic lamp, and drove the magic lamp all the way through the sensory direction.

"Murong Li, if you don't want to have a soul-stirring ending, hand over the magic lamp!"

Murongli's black robe is like being soaked in blood, but there is still a lazy and arrogant smile on his face. "I said that when I robbed the magic lamp for a stop, how could there be few demon races? The human race will take the lead. "

The Demon Emperor glanced at the expressions of the monks of the human race without a trace, and shouted at Murong Li: "Hude nonsense! He was dying and tried to provoke the separation! Venerable Dongyuan, don't believe him to instigate."

The old man of the human race does not seem to have any reaction to Murongli's words, "If I were not in retreat at that time, how would you allow you to slaughter the sect! Today I will avenge the disciples of the door!"

Murong smiled a little, and a trace of blood came from the corner of his mouth, making his smile even more wild. "You have spent so many years and your hair is white. This time you barely broke through to the Mahayana period. If you were not closed, What can you do with me during your robbery? It's just watching me slaughter your people. "

"presumptuous!"

Venerable Dongyuan became furious and stunned, striking Murongli's chest hard.

At this moment, a figure rushed across the sky before Murong left.

A Chan raised his hand to repel the blow, followed by a wave of palms, and the blue flame roared away, lingering like a snake, and the dust that could be recovered in the future. The old man's whisk is a fairy, but the hair of this fairy's whisk is actually caught in the fire, and there is a tendency of burning.

Venerable Dongyuan was taken aback, rushed to extinguish the fire, and suddenly lost the master's calmness and stability like Taishan.

"How are you?" A Chan helped Murongli and glanced nervously at the large and small wounds on his body.

Murong Li looked down at her, still smiling calmly, but there was something incomprehensible in his eyes.

The demon emperor Li Se shouted: "Whoever comes!"

All the monsters will also be on alert together.

Murongli couldn't feel the tense atmosphere, and his tone was as if he asked Achan what he wanted to eat today, "How are you here?"

A Chan glared at him, "I usually look at me so tightly, why don't you know how to call me at this time?"

Murongli followed her motion of supporting him, leaning on the joy of her smile.

"Are you still laughing?" A Chan thought he was really sick.

She quickly evaluated the combat power across. The elders of the Terran Cultivation are the highest. Like Murongli, it is the Mahayana period; the Demon Tribe leads the robbery period, and the rest are not afraid.

"Hey, can you still fight?" She asked softly in Murongli's ear.

The demon emperor's question was ignored completely, and his face was hard to look. However, he had just seen Achan almost burned the fairy of Dongyuan Venerable when he met him, and he dared not act lightly.

"I'll deal with the Mahayana period first. You look at this as much as possible." A Chan said that she would rush towards Dongyuan Venerable, but Murong took it back.

"Hey?" A Chan was held back by his waist before he ran out, and his back was attached to his warm and tough chest.

Murongli took a head of her head from Hu Lu, and flew to meet the Dongyuan Venerate who was the highest among the enemies.

"Murong Li!"

Here the demon emperor also shot at the same time, A Chan had to fight with him.

With the help of A Chan, the situation soon turned around. Murong shot fiercely, and his injuries seemed to have no effect on him. Venerable Dongyuan gradually weakened.

A Chan crushed the demon emperor and the generals. The demon emperor glanced at the wounded and crippled elite soldiers brought by the elite world, and he also saw the decline of Dongyuan Venerable. He gritted his teeth and ordered the retreat.

So that Qingshan was not afraid of being burnt, he had to keep the demon clan's tyrants and temporarily dormant and rejuvenate.

Dongyuan Venerable and the demon emperor lost, Achan quickly went to Murong to leave.

"Are you ok?"

Murong Li smiled at her, and then spurted a spit of blood.

"Murong Li!" A Chan supported him, "Hurry back to the demon world to heal!"

Compared with Achan's anxiety, Murongli didn't rush away.

He stared down at her, "If I die, you will be free. I didn't call you, why are you still here?"

A Chan slapped him headlessly, "So I'm delaying your death, right?"

Murongli was not angry when he was beaten by A Chan, but instead laughed even more.

A Chan felt that his madness from time to time might not be cured.

Murongli recovered quickly and was so injured that he could get out of bed in a few days.

A Chan was angry at his near death-seeking behavior, and he had been in a cold war with him for a few days, digging into the lamp and ignoring him.

She dared to get angry with him now, one because he was so badly beaten by her now, and the other was because after they returned, A Chan noticed that his attitude towards her had softened. It's not Achan's style to climb the pole.

Murong's slender, slender fingers rubbed against the magic lamp, "Are you staying here for several days, aren't you bored?"

A Chan floated in the lamp and bite the pastry fiercely, turning the page of the book again.

Murong Li sighed, "still angry ..."

He called the attendant and gave a few words. After a while, the attendants came in with various dishes on the table, and the delicious dishes were presented one after another.

This time Murong Li returned from his injury, allowing doctors and attendants to take care of the temple, and then no longer banned the attendants from entering and leaving, and no longer guarded against thieves.

A Chan smelled the fragrance outside and felt that the pastry in her hand was too dry to eat.

The attendants retreated after they had delivered the dishes.

Murong's voice was gentle, and he also had a little helpless indulgence: "Come out and eat something, eh?"

A Chan struggled between food and face.

Murongli seemed to see her tangled appearance, teasing her with a smile in her eyes, "I will eat it myself if I don't come out again."

It doesn't matter how important face is, let's finish the cold war after eating.

A Chan came out of the lamp hummingly, without looking at him. He sat down and picked up the chopsticks. He pierced the chopsticks against the plate and made a loud clang.

Murong Li sat at the table and supported her face to watch her eat. She chewed hard, making him think she would like to bite him like this. He thought that it would be fine for her to take a few bites after she finished her meal.

Murong Li also had some appetite for seeing what she was eating. When she held the chopsticks and wanted to clamp a chopstick, the dish that Achan had just eaten, Achan took the chopsticks and pulled her back.

Murong looked away blankly.

A Chan: "This is mine, you are not allowed to eat it!"

Murongli was silent for a while and put down his chopsticks.

The author has something to say: A Chan is about to start writing back.

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The magic lamp is the last chapter, and we will say goodbye to you for the time being.

The next book will probably write through simulation management games, entertaining myself, and satisfying my desire to play simulation management games.