MTL - The Lover’s Prattle-Chapter 21 Demon **** (1)

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His name was Nuanyang, which was his mother's name.

No surname.

Because he hadn't seen his father before he was ten.

Now he's called Lin Zhao.

Xuan Juemen died dead, wounded, and overnight, blood flowed into the river.

The demons attacked aggressively, Xuan Jue Men could not resist, and the originally magnificent Zong Men shrouded a greasy and disgusting blood.

Lin Zhao leaned lazily on the side, sitting on the main seat in the hall of Xuan Jue Men Zong Men, with a huge bronze bell hanging behind him.

The head is bound by the magic, his teeth are cracked and he looks at Lin Zhao, and the cultivation in Dantian is constantly surging, but his body is inseparable.

Around the main hall, outside, there are all the harsh laughter and chewing friction of the Devil.

The head was soaked in blood, "You were the wild species ?!"

Questions, exclamations, and statements are also statements.

A few peak owners are all killing their faces.

Lin Zhao still didn't feel painful and itchy, the pressure of magic was pressed, and the head and knees slammed heavily on the ground. The marble floor instantly had two gaps.

He turned his head, and slightly raised his eyes, and looked downright, all indifferent to life, with the randomness of his fingers.

Hooked his lips, the blood in his eyes became heavier, and the long silver hair behind him flew in the breezy wind.

He raised his hand slightly, and his white and wide sleeves exposed Baijing's slender fingers, and swayed gently, the head of the kneeling ground quickly approaching him.

The height was just right, he reached out his hand and looked as if he was putting it into the soft water and reaching into the head of Dan Tian.

The head of the entire body struggled violently, his eyes widened and his eyes almost popped out, but his mouth was wide open but no sound was heard.

Lin Zhao gathered his fingers, and the cracking sound was very small, but it was better than any noise in the noisy hall.

After only a few breaths, he slowly retracted his hands, and the blood and stickies attached to his skin quickly fell off, and the entire palm left the body of the palm as clean as before.

At the head, his body was paralyzed on the ground, Dan Tian was crushed by his own life, and quickly grew old. His skin was covered with wrinkles, almost skinny, almost like unearthed millennium ancient corpses.

Lin Zhao stood up, and the terror of the entire hall was filled with strong magic pressure in his throat. He turned and glanced at the expression of the thrill in the hall to the soul.

Tasteless.

Caress the corner of clothing.

A man with long white and silver hair flipped and his eyes were bright and red. He walked past Shura Field and stood still in front of the hall.

The wind spirit attracted by the magical energy made him volley gently, leaving at an unhurried pace.

The words hung down in the air, with boring impatience and indifference, "After ten days, the door closed quietly."

Xuan Jue Men is one of the seven major gates on Weizhou mainland. It has no shortage of strength and was destroyed overnight. The whole continent was shocked.

The six major gates gathered quickly, and even some small martial arts they were inconspicuous in their usual days were summoned by exceptions and casual repairs.

Ready to attack the rampant demons.

Ten days later, there were masters of various martial arts sitting in Jinghe Men's Town to wait.

Did not escape.

There were countless deaths and injuries in Jinghemen. The reason why they did not go away was because they had run a lot earlier.

The sacred place in the hearts of the people who used to cultivate immortals has now become a stronghold of the demons.

In just ten days, the Xuan Jue Gate has been in ruins, the majestic palace is full of blood stains that have turned black after drying, and unknown poisonous insects lie on the bones and limbs everywhere.

The subordinates came to report, and the remaining five martial arts sent the saints of each martial art, hoping to make peace with the call.

The immortal world is ruthless, killing after killing, killing fortune, killing fortune, normally like ordinary people eat and drink.

You can't fool, you can sell.

Cultivation of immortals, striving for life with the sky, going against the sky, from the beginning was incompatible with the heavens.

When Qingruo and the other four saints entered the door, Lin Zhao was sitting on the main seat. The treasure of the main entrance of Xuan Jue Men is called Zhenzhen Bell, which is said to have spiritual knowledge and can suppress the demons.

Now, under Lin Zhao's seat.

Lin Zhao held a white fox in his hand. The fox was full of panic, and the black and round eyes almost contained tears. Lin Zhao loosely pinched his neck but was afraid to struggle.

Lin Zhao turned around and saw five beauties coming from a party. Each of them wore a one-color fairy dress. The details of the skirts were different, and they were beautiful and stylish.

It takes a lot of effort to come to a few big gates.

Lin Zhao flung the fox at his fingertips, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, and the fox who ran into the pillar did not dare to run. He sat up and leaned against the pillar, his white hair trembling all the time.

The four beauties were also shaking, with irrepressible fear under their eyes and disdain for the Demons, but at this time they had to pile up a soft smile, only expecting their gate to escape this evil star.

Qing Ruo looked at the bell under his chair in a daze.

She wore a grass-green skirt that didn't look like the two around her with one waist and one leg. The style of the skirt was so conservative that she couldn't even see her hands.

Only the slender white tender neck was exposed, bringing out a little clavicle angle.

The silver steps on the hair that was deliberately pulled were very delicate. A small amount of hair was bent at the collarbone and stopped around the shoulders with two spins, as if unwilling to leave.

Lin Zhao slightly glanced, not interested. However, it was a subordinate's self-assertion, ready to be returned to Zongmen.

He sat high, Qing Ruo raised his head slightly, and in the middle was the broken hall of Xuan Jue Men. Her voice was soft and had a small echo.

"Lin Zhao, how did you put your chair on?"

In a moment the two souls in the temple held their breath.

Lin Zhao's eyes fell on her face.

She was curious, she was very curious.

So ask a question.

Lin Zhao raised his hand and gently waved at her, "Come and see."

The tone was light and peaceful.

Qing Ruo gave a soft whistle, his hands covered by the sleeves stretched out, his fingertips were like green onions, he pulled the skirt hem, and he really went towards him step by step.

She was walking towards him, facing away from the four saints who came together, so she could not see the wonderful expression on their faces now.

The caller held his chin with his raised hand. The hall was broken, and there were many cracks on the ground. Her footsteps were light and heavy. Lin Zhao gradually listened to the sound and approached slowly, and suddenly felt that it was beginning to be interesting.

The top of the bell was pointed. He didn't use magic, but the chair fell firmly on it.

Qing Ruo came to the big bell, put down her skirt, put her palm on the heavy bell, tilted her head to look up, and suddenly laughed, "Oh ~ the chair didn't fall on it."

Lin Zhao used magic to fix the chair in the air.

Lin Zhao lowered her head. Her hands were really beautiful. They were placed on an old clock with contrasting colors.

He turned and glanced at the white-haired fox narrowed at the corner of the pillar.

The fox flew in the air, his face behaving like a **** and rubbing it round.

It fell into Lin Zhao's hands, and the landing place was Qing Ruo's embrace. The fox breathed a long breath, but couldn't show it.

Qing Ruo blinked, it was strange and somewhat surprised.

The clear and clear eyes are no longer as purely curious as before, and this time I mixed up a little accident. He glanced down at the well-behaved little fox, with one hand resting on its soft, long hair, with a small arc at the corner of his mouth, adding a little more likeness to his eyes.

Undisguised emotions.

Lin Zhao's sudden emergence of fangs stabbed his mouth, and the dark eyes instantly became bright red.

"Keep it." He opened his mouth, facing the round hair that Qingruo lowered his head slightly.

"Okay!" Without hesitation, straightforward.

The voice is sweet and sweet, the sweet fruity sense of the little girl.

Five maidens were left together.

The main peak of Xuan Jue Men was destroyed the most. The other peaks are not much better.

Four maidens were assigned to a peak. Dongfu was selected respectively, and various instruments were sacrificed for the first time to make a defensive arrangement. The whole body was wet with cold sweat and could not care about it, followed by cleaning up the broken corpses and blood.

Said to be a maiden, but in fact it was undoubtedly sent to death by Zongmen. Whose identity in Zongmen is not too high, of course, it is not too low. There is also a closed face and a perfect figure.

People at this level in the Xiuxian Realm are already familiar with life and death, and they are quick to clean up Dongfu.

There is only exception. He took her to another peak and returned to the main peak hall without waiting for a minute.

Holding the little fox standing in front of Lin Zhao, gently pursing his lips, his eyes dodging slightly, his voice soft and embarrassed, "Lin Zhao. Me, can I live here?"

Lin Zhao has already fallen from the chair, and now there are all kinds of bags in front of the ground. The owner is dead. He can erase the imprisonment at will. He is boring one by one to see what is inside. Into your own bag.

Lin Zhao glanced at her, the fox in her arms, because she was lying on her arm with an unlovable look.

"Oh?" The tone was clear.

Drag something in the Qiankun bag in your hand and throw it into your Qiankun bag, throwing it to the pile you no longer need.

The small Qiankun bags have been piled into the shape of a half-height hill.

If Qing did not speak, her gaze fell on the hill with the parabola.

Lin Zhao chuckled, "Want?"

Without waiting for her to answer, with a move, the hill moved to Qingruo's feet.

The fox pretending to be dead in her arms instantly sat upright.

The things in it, Lin Zhao is inconspicuous, but it does not mean that everyone is as wealthy and broad-sighted as he is.

The fox sat up suddenly, Qing Ruo glanced down at it, raised his hand and touched the hair on his head to appease him, but did not fall on Lin Zhao, shook his head, "Don't." The next sentence was as thin as The mosquito shouted, and the cheeks were stained with light and tender powder. "I, I am afraid of death."

Pro-calling hearing is too good.

He paused for a smooth movement. Indeed, every peak of the Xuan Jue Men is full of dead people and broken limbs. Although it is confusing here, because he is here, the subordinates have already cleaned up those.

"Why are you here?" Lin Zhao continued his movements and asked her.

The Qiankun bag in his hand passed quickly, and he didn't notice anything at all.

Qing Ruo murmured his lips, "My father went to the retreat, and the leader and head of Zongmen asked me to come."

"father?"

Her eyes were stained with the warmth of bright spring, and she stretched a gentle and long attachment, her voice was hot, like the heat of the fire spirit seeping into the skin, "My father is the master of Yunze Peak, my father is very powerful ~ "

Even if he had been in the demon world for a long time, he had only heard of Yunze Feng Lord. Jian Xiu, powerful and overbearing, and has a nickname, the world's first father. I heard that the Dongfu Mountains of Yunze Peak's daughter were piled up with spirit stones.

Zongmen this is, want to kill Yunze's daughter to death, but also want Yunze and him endlessly?

Lin Zhao found a fox that was thrown into her arms and drooling from the Qiankun bag full of Warcraft spirit fruit in her hand. Qiankun Bag handed it to Qing Ruo and ticked his lips. "Well, your father is very good."

The bag hangs halfway in the air.

The little girl smiled brightly, "Thank you ~"

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Thank you ...?

The long-lost word,

Long-lost heat.

—— [Black Box]