Dijun's black moonlight is back

"Din with me." Xuan Ji let go of Ling Yu's hand, and sat in Wen Jingchan's seat.

Ling Yu sat opposite him, looking down at the things in front of her one by one.

The dishes on the table are the same, and the location is the same, the only difference is the person opposite her.

Xie Ji retreated all the demon cultivators who served him for dinner in the past, leaving only Ling Yu here.

The bowl of crab roe tofu on the table was steaming, and he was waiting for Ling Yu to do something.

In the end, she really picked up the chopsticks and ate her own food.

Ling Yu's eating has never been very dignified and elegant, she just eats for the sake of being full, and if I have to describe it, it's probably out of order.

Xuan Ji will never guess where her next chopstick will land.

He waited for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and snatched the chopsticks from Ling Yu's hand.

She still had something in her mouth, and it was not very convenient for her to speak, so she could only look up at him.

"What about mine?" Xuanji asked.

Ling Yu felt that he had started to fall ill again, and his chopsticks were in his hand, so he wanted to ask her knowingly.

Seeing Ling Yu's eyes sweeping over the chopsticks in his hand, he couldn't get angry, did he mean that?

He picked up a spoon and tapped the empty bowl in front of him, coughing lightly to signal her.

Ling Yu didn't understand what he wanted to do, and there was even an expression on his face that he would seek medical treatment when he was sick.

Xuan Ji had no choice but to pick up his chopsticks again and knock on the empty plate in front of him.

Ling Yu understood this time, but she didn't intend to spoil him.

Xuan Ji snatched her chopsticks, so she just made herself a bowl of crab roe tofu.

Seeing that Ling Yu finally got on the road, he stretched out his hand in satisfaction, ready to take this bowl of food that he wasn't really interested in.

As a result, the spirit feather was delivered to his mouth, and he drank it up in a few sips.

She was almost full and planned to get up and go out for a few laps.

Xuan Ji threw the spoon in his hand hard, smashing the empty bowl to pieces, and he raised his head to look at Ling Yu who seemed nothing had happened.

"Is it true that I dare not kill you?" There were bloodshot eyes in Xuan Ji's eyes, and he was really angry.

Ling Yu folded her arms and lowered her eyes, there seemed to be pity in her eyes, but there also seemed to be sarcasm.

She knew what this Demon Lord wanted her to do, how she treated Wen Jingchan at Dumu Winery that day, and he wanted her to treat him like this.

Ling Yu raised her chin slightly, exposing her slender and fair neck.

In this posture, her already sarcastic eyes became even more arrogant.

She didn't say a word, but Xuan Ji was so angry that he broke the chopsticks in his hand.

For a moment, Ling Yu felt that this Demon Lord was extremely ridiculous.

She just came to make a deal with him that was beneficial to both parties, but he seemed to want to ask her for her sincerity.

Xuan Ji stood up and grabbed her by the neck.

There were blue veins popping up at the corners of his wrists and eyes, Ling Yu was a little out of breath, and still had that indifferent and haughty look.

She is not afraid of Xuan Ji, and even made a posture of being killed by her neck.

Because she knew that this Demon Lord couldn't really kill her.

Sure enough, after a while, the strength in his hand loosened.

"How can this seat compare to Wenyu?" Xuan Ji asked her through gritted teeth.

Ling Yu sneered in his heart, he really has a big problem.

"When will the formation be broken?" Ling Yu asked.

Xuan Ji froze for a moment: "You didn't miss him?"

His tone was somewhat skeptical.

"I don't want to play house with you," Ling Yu said, "When will the formation be broken?"

He couldn't understand, since she didn't think about that Wuyang Zhenjun in her heart, why did she treat herself differently from him.

Especially the eyes.

She just looked at herself like a god looking at a reptile on the ground. She didn't mean to be contemptuous, but simply ignored her.

But she didn't see Zhenjun Wuyang like this.

What's the difference?
"Why?" Xuanji asked her.

"What why?" Ling Yu didn't know why.

Seeing him a little lost, Ling Yu felt that she probably understood what he wanted to ask.

A hint of cunning flashed through her mind, so she patted the back of Xuanji's hand: "Let go of me first."

It was only then that Xuan Ji realized that he was still choking her neck, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to let her go.

Ling Yu sat down again and looked down at the things on the table: "You want to ask me why I treat Wen Jingchan differently than I treat you?"

"Come on, let me tell you," Ling Yu put Guan Qingyin on the table, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal the bracelet, "Because of these."

"I was congenitally deficient in the Sea of ​​Divine Consciousness, and it was difficult for me to advance even an inch in cultivation. He gave me the Heavenly Material Pearl to help me."

"I don't have a magic weapon at hand, so he found me an ever-changing Guanqing guide."

"There is also Xuan Yi, this is one of the sacred birds in front of his seat, I like it, and he gave it to me generously."

"As for those exotic flowers and plants that I can eat casually, let alone talk about them."

Ling Yu looked up at him: "Do you know what's different about you?"

Xuan Ji didn't understand what she meant: "What's the point? You want these. I'll give you the key to the treasury. You can choose by yourself, okay?"

The corner of Ling Yu's mouth twitched, showing a rotten expression: "Is that what I mean?"

"Then what do you mean?" Xuanji asked back.

"Master always does things according to my wishes, and considers everything for me," Ling Yu said, "And you, Mozun, keep refusing to promise me things."

Ling Yu stared into his eyes: "Do you think you are worthy to compare with him?"

Seeing that Xuan Chi was lost in thought, she was very satisfied with what she had said.

Although what she said just now was somewhat exaggerated, she also rushed to get the sword and break through the formation just to provoke her.

He pestered her here all day long, moaning and chirping, and she would only get back her own things in the next life.

Xun Ji was born as a Demon Lord, and no one dared to teach him to think about others.

For thousands of years, others have brought to him what he wants, no matter how bad it is, he has tried every means to get what he likes.

What Ling Yu told him now was completely beyond his cognition.

Respect her and pay for her.

These are the things other people do to him.

"But it doesn't matter," Ling Yu continued to say to him, "You have your way."

"Anyway, there is no fate between you and me."

Xuan Ji glared at her, but only saw her fearless face.

"Li Huo's bowstring is broken," Xuan Ji said, "I'll send it to the extreme north for training, and I won't be able to get it in a few days."

"Isn't that a whip?" Ling Yu asked, "Why is there a bowstring?"

A light shone in Xuanji's hand, and a moment later a transparent longbow appeared in his hand.

He wasn't lying, there was indeed no string on the bow.

"Only your Guanqingyin can change," said Yanji, "Can't Lihuo?"

Oh, Ling Yu remembered, there is indeed a portrait in the Bo Xue Building, it is a demon with a blue face and long fangs.

It turned out that the person in the painting was him.