Before dawn, the little devil left.

He just quietly accompanied him and slept with him all night, as if he had relieved his fatigue from Jiang Ziliu's side, and was able to return to the invincible and invincible Lord Demon Lord.

When he left, the plum blossoms that fell from the window gap perched on the table. When Wen Renye turned around, his heart suddenly throbbed for no apparent reason. He turned around and looked at Jiang Zheliu, who was sleeping on the couch. He didn't know where this inexplicable pain came from.

Mingming... Mingming, Xiao Liushu was not angry with him.

Wen Renye stared for a moment, calmed his mind, and still rushed back to the place where the Demon Realm was approaching.

The bead curtain swayed and the sound of the crashing sound was accompanied by the sound of the fallen plum falling from the snowy night.

The pine wood building is quiet, often sleeping downstairs. Ah Chu also fell asleep leaning against the screen, but he didn't wake up yet, and seemed to be very tired from crying.

Jiang Zheliu took the medicine in advance, tied his hair and added clothes, put the plush cloak on his shoulders to protect himself in all directions, then picked up the Lingxiao sword, went downstairs silently, and pushed open the door.

The door quietly opened and closed, and the temperature difference between the inside and outside was oncoming. The thin snow drifting from the sky fell on his shoulders and fell between his frost-like hair.

Jiang Zheliu went before the tomb. He put the Lingxiao sword in the ice sheath aside, and reached out to wipe the stone tablet of his teacher.

His hands were red from the cold, his fingertips were red, but his nails were pale and colorless. The back of the hand is so white that the blood vessels under the skin can be hidden, and the bones are thin and slender, like a dead branch that is broken after a little break.

But even so, when this hand brushes off the snow on the monument, there is a fragile beauty.

Frost and snow fell with his knuckles, revealing the original inscription and face on the stone tablet. Jiang Zheliu stared for a moment and knelt in front of his tomb.

He had predicted hundreds of times a thousand times that if one day he was about to die, he should accompany his teacher and tell him that he had fully repaid the kindness of this life. But so far, it has come this far.

The inscription reveals Zhu Wenyuan's name and honorary title.

Ling Xiaojian on the side sang softly, and the sword intent was connected with him.

"Master." Jiang Zheliu raised his hand, sighed softly at the frozen place, and rubbed his fingertips, "I'm leaving."

He was an orphan brought back to the Lingxiao faction by Zhu Wenyuan. He had no father or mother, and the Lingxiao faction was his hometown. But now, whether it is the mentor, the younger brother who is regarded as a relative, or the thousand-year-old homeland, all of them are gone.

He felt that manpower was overwhelming, but he couldn't help questioning his own incompetence.

Perhaps the longevity of human beings and the longevity of the world cannot be under the status quo that is too comfortable. Only when there is a powerful foreign aggression, can we urge people to continue to progress and become stronger.

Only now has he slowly figured this out.

Jiang Zheliu's protection is no different from one of the reasons for the decay of the Four Great Immortal Sects.

He should have let go.

"I also took Lingxiao Sword with me." Jiang Zheliu said slowly, thinking and continued, "Leaving it in the door will inevitably cause many people with bad intentions to have crooked thoughts. The disciple hopes that the sword will be clear. As before, you shouldn't be contaminated by greed...I want to seal it up with my body, and I will never be in the world."

The cold wind swept the snow, and the soft velvet on his shoulders rustled slightly.

"Qianqiu sleeps forever, see you underground." He knew that people couldn't see each other in death, but he still said that, smiled, and said, "This disciple is not worthy of trust, please be merciful."

He didn't say much, only these two sentences, but the time for these two sentences seemed to pass very slowly.

Jiang Zheliu looked at Ling Zhe for a while, then picked up Ling Xiao Sword and got up. As soon as he took a step, he felt dark in front of him, his mind was drowsy, and he almost lost his footing.

But he was supported by someone's arm and held him firmly in his arms, as if deliberately leaving a little distance.

It is Gongyi Yan.

Gongyiyan has actually stayed here for a long time to watch. She returned with Wen Renye, thinking about the physical condition of the demon queen, she was very worried, but she was concerned about the overall situation in the hands of the demon, and did not tell the lord.

She stayed behind to guard the mountain. After the lord left, she has been staring at Jiang Ziliu's movements. She watched it for a long time, and saw that the other party was slightly unstable, and her body was moving faster than her mind.

Such a person fell to the ground, maybe it could be broken into pieces of ice on the ground.

Jiang Zheliu was supported by her and slowed down for a while, then raised his eyes and saw the dark blue eyes under the mask of the white eagle, staring at him motionless.

"...Thank you." He took a half step back and broke free from Gongyiyan's hand, "Have you watched it for a long time?"

"Yeah." The witch with the long knife replied, "You want to leave?"

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows: "Obviously?"

"It's a question of whether you can get out of this mountain yourself." Gongyiyan said mercilessly, "Even if you let the Linglong Doctor take you, you will not be able to get out of the care of the demons."

"So, I was looking for you."

Jiang Zheliu looked at her and said, "Miss Gongyi, you should be their general, and they must listen to you."

Gongyiyan had never been called that before, and the expression under the mask was startled. She stretched out her hand to straighten the hawk mask on her face, and said, "You made me disobey the order of the Lord? Jiang Xianzun..."

"I don't have much time." Jiang Zheliu interrupted her, every word was calm and condensed, like cold and clear water under the ice. "You know it. I only have one last wish, and I want to ask you."

Gongyi Yan wanted to say that he was trying to gain sympathy, that this was moral kidnapping, and that he was using his beauty as a bargaining chip to tempt her. But she stared at the dark eyes of the other party, as if she was looking into a bottomless abyss.

She knew very well that Jiang Ziliu was pleading with her righteously. She is equally aware that she is 80% unable to say the words of rejection.

"And you call me the Demon Queen." Jiang Zheliu said, "Is my order of no use to you?"

...that statement makes a lot of sense.

Gongyiyan was persuaded by him. It was not so much that she was persuaded by the Queen of Demons. It was better to say that she couldn't bear to let Jiang Ziliu stand in the snow. The pampered body piled up with medicine was placed in the cold wind, and even the fingertips were frozen red.

She was defeated and complained in a low voice, "If you do this, I will be fired."

"That's the little devil's fault." Jiang Zheliu smiled, his eyes slightly curved. "Miss Gongyi, can you take me to the Netherworld and find someone."

"Netherworld?" Gongyi Yan was immediately alert, "That's not a good place, Styx..."

"I'm not looking for anything similar. I'm looking for the best puppet master in the world, the monk Wangxiangtai from the underworld."

Wangxiangtai layman is one of the most famous and capable people among the ghost cultivators. The top ghost cultivators in the Netherworld perform their own duties, and they don't listen to the tune. If they want to do something behind the back of the lord at the bottom of the river, it's actually hard to find out what it looks like.

But this means that looking for someone can't cross the Styx River, but should take a detour, so as to avoid He Laogui's eyes and ears.

Gongyiyan is a well-known female general in the Demon Race. If she is escorted all the way, it will be possible to complete this matter.

The masked demon was silent for a long time, as if she had not figured out what the other party was looking for for this person. She even thought that Hong Xing was out of the wall, but she just looked at Jiang Ziliu's current physical condition and clothes color. , at most, it is just a white plum that is about to wither, and even if a piece of the wall is cut off, he can't reach it.

Regardless of whether they are smart or not, the brain circuits of the demons will occasionally be so bizarre. Gongyiyan retracted her thoughts, her calm blue eyes swept across his body, and slowly let out a breath, saying, "Okay, but if you're on the road, you won't be able to support it..."

"I will leave a letter to Wen Renye." Jiang Zheliu looked at her and said, "Let him not blame you."

It's a question of whether to blame or not.

Gongyiyan sighed.

If you died in front of my eyes, who wouldn't be sad when you saw it?

——

With Gongyiyan's assistance, he could leave Zhongnan Mountain on the same day.

The chariots and horses were ready, and more than a dozen blindfolding techniques were used, and the concealment techniques that concealed their whereabouts were stacked on top of each other. The war horses of the demon world buried their heads in the arms of the demon queen, with their eyes full of little stars.

Only the two of them, the other demons seemed to have a legitimate reason from Gongyiyan's mouth, and they did not accompany them. This matter did not make Ember Year aware that everything happened too quickly and quickly.

When Chang Gan woke up, the windows on the second floor had been open for an unknown period of time, and everything was as before.

The wind-cold night candle is short, and the curtain moves with frost and snow.

He looked at the empty room and didn't know what was going on for a while, until he saw A Chu who was packing his bags and suddenly woke up: "This...what's going on..."

A Chu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sighed: "The protagonist's life and death are uncertain, and there are usually turning points and miraculous effects. But I'm afraid that your little uncle will come back and see no one, so we won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Chang Gan was stunned for a while, then said with a sullen face, "You mean... Brother Shenxian sneaked away?"

A Chu carried his small package: "Have you not seen "The Devil's Runaway Sweet Wife"? Why are you so ignorant. No, I have to leave. If Venerable Wen is stimulated, his brain will not work well. , we're done playing."

Chang Gan said blankly: "...Where are we going then?"

"It's stupid." A Chu said, "Go to the demon world! I'm a demon, you are a half-demon, and I know my brother, the Qinglong Zhenjun will definitely not embarrass us, I'm going to practice hard and protect my beloved character. !"

Chang Gan nodded in understanding.

The two of them went out very well. Since Jiang Zheliu's letter was delivered to Wen Renye, he understood the meaning of his lover, and the demons were just blocking the outside world from entering. In addition, these two little demons often go down the mountain to collect medicine, but they are very easy to get out.

So under the superposition of many reasons, what was left for the year of embers was an empty pine wood building.

His Excellency Medical Sage took the little mute's hand and looked at it with a bewildered face for a long time before he said uneasily, "I always have a bad feeling..."

Wang Moxuan was silent for a moment, and gave him a sign language.

"It's okay, you're a doctor."

Ember Year nodded and said, "Yes, Wen Renye isn't that conscientious yet, but how will I tell him then..."

Overnight, the sweetheart and the two little demons raised by the sweetheart disappeared, and the world evaporated.

The little mute sighed, patted his hand, and suggested.

"It's just that Senior Jiang can't stand having **** with him."

Ember Nian was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "...Little dumb, you are really a genius..."