The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

When passing by the front yard, Yan Buwen was suddenly stopped by a scrawny figure.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy had a green and immature face, looked up at Yan Buwen, and begged resolutely in his eyes, "Sister Shen has an accident, take me with you, and I will go too."

Yan Buwen was very anxious, and was very angry at the boy who appeared suddenly, "What can you do? Kid, don't make trouble!"

These days, he was busy dealing with the civil strife in the Demon Realm, but he forgot that there were still two children raised in the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

The person who stopped him was none other than Tang Chi, the boy among the two brothers and sisters whom Young Master Shen sent Wu Ying to send over a few days ago.

The matter is very important, let a half-grown child run out to find someone, maybe there will be some accidents, how can he have time to take care of him?
Yan Buwen felt that a fool would agree, "Be honest and take care of your injury. This is not something you, a child, should care about!"

Tang Chi began to fidget when he heard that Shen Tangluo was seriously injured and missing.

He was not discouraged at all, and he insisted on following, his tone sounded like a grown-up.

"I'm not a child anymore. I have a cultivation base. The day my sister and Your Highness rescued me, they healed my wounds, and I'm almost well-fed now."

"One more person means more strength, how can it be called adding chaos?"

"Besides, Sister Shen is kind to my brother and sister. I know she is in trouble, but how can I remain indifferent?"

"I won't hold back!"

Yan Buwen was overwhelmed, and had no intention of breaking up with him, "Okay, if you can keep up, then follow!"

Tang Chi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly raised his Qi Yungong to follow.

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Shen Tang fell into the boundless chaos and regained consciousness.

The thin and thin figure stood alone among the gray clouds, like a lost person, staring blankly at the unfamiliar environment in front of him.

Thick blood qi poured and dispersed, mingled in the layers of black mist, like blood ink overturned, inadvertently cleansing the world.

There was no one around except her.

It seems that there is a mysterious force trapped her in a claustrophobic domain, with no end in sight and no way back.

From time to time, sharp stabbing pains could be felt in his mind, and Shen Tangluo couldn't remember how he came to this muddy and bloody land.

"Here, where is it?"

She clearly remembered that she blocked the flame of Chunyang for Yuan Lin and exhausted her skills.

After that, he accidentally received a sword, which caused excessive blood loss, and finally passed out outside Fuyuan Pagoda.

In a daze, he seemed to smell a strange fragrance.

Fuyuan Pagoda is shrouded in black mist all year round, filled with dead air, how can there be fragrance?

Thinking of this, Shen Tangluo's face changed slightly, and he immediately became vigilant, only to realize that Wuying was not by his side, "Wuying!"

However, what responded to her was not the most familiar soft and waxy voice.

Instead, there were waves of earth-shattering vibrations, like thousands of troops crossing the border, and the sound was deafening.

Suddenly, the place shrouded in black mist under the feet was covered with gurgling blood like a river.

The bright red hurt Shen Tangluo's eyes, and his body became inexplicably stiff, and he couldn't tell what happened.

At this moment, the roar of the myriad beasts suddenly sounded in my ears.

The sound was extraordinarily boiling, as if it was about to break through the sky and smash the pillars.

"Zheng!"

"Chong!"

The sound of swords colliding came from far and near, and the incomparably real killing atmosphere wrapped her tightly, so suppressed that Shen Tangluo could hardly breathe.

When she had a splitting headache, she vaguely saw a blood-colored flag standing on a high wall in the black mist and fluttering in the wind.

Shen Tangluo's pupils shrank, and just as she was about to step forward, a familiar and ethereal voice forcibly pulled her out of the killing.

"Don't even think about touching my master!"

"Touched."

"Ahhh, you are dead!"

As soon as Shen Tangluo opened his eyes, he met a pair of indescribably beautiful golden eyes.

The four eyes met, the air seemed to stagnate for a moment, and the breathing was involuntarily relaxed.

(End of this chapter)