"Junior Sister Luo, I haven't seen you in a month, but she's so diligent, it's really admirable!"

Now, he could no longer see through Ling Luo's depth.

If this is the case, then there is only one explanation, that is, Ling Luo's current cultivation level is already higher than her own.

With a light smile on Ling Luo's lips, he said, "Brother, it's just good luck."

As she said that, she pulled Xuanyuan Yu over and said, "Let me introduce to Senior Brother. This is my husband, named Xuanyuan Yu, who has been helping me in the Alchemy Department."

The curvature of Jingrong's lips deepened, and a pair of eyes were as clear as a stream. He looked at Xuanyuan Yu and said, "Brother Xuanyuan, love your wife like your life. , whose feelings can move the world. Rong is very impressed."

Xuanyuan Yu smiled with a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, like a crescent moon, and said: "So, I am so famous."

Ling Luo let out a "puchi" laugh, and secretly bumped Xuanyuan Yu with her elbow.

"In front of senior brother, I'm still poor."

Xuanyuan Yu immediately fell silent, pursed her lips tightly, and acted like a wife-slave afraid of guilt.

However, his cunning expression made Jing Rong laugh out loud.

"Junior Sister Luo is really lucky to have such a husband." Jing Rong was full of emotions, and a trace of loneliness faintly flashed between his smiles.

Jing Rong took two more glances at Xuanyuan Yu, and his gaze could not be lingered on Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like pupils, as if hesitating to speak.

"Big Brother?"

Ling Luo noticed something strange.

A look of doubt flashed between Jingrong's brows, and he said, "Has Brother Xuanyuan ever practiced magic powers?"

The smile on Xuanyuan Yu's face disappeared in an instant. He had already stepped into the yin and yang realm. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be seen by a cultivator in the transformation period.

"Oh, Brother Xuanyuan, Rong has no other meaning." Jingrong smiled slightly, a pair of clear eyes like streams flashed a trace of sadness, and said, "Rong had an old friend in the past, who was also born in the magic sect, but why?" Immortals and demons now have different paths, and it is difficult for them to meet again."

Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat.

To tell the truth, she was surprised.

She originally thought that an idol-level figure like Jing Rong must abide by the determination to eliminate demons and defend Taoism in the Immortal Dao sect, but she did not expect that he would have something to do with people from the Demon Sect.

"Eldest brother, to be honest, my husband has indeed practiced magic powers, and he has some grievances and grievances with the chief helm of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect."

Ling Luo regarded Jing Rong as a bosom friend, so she decided to believe in it to the end, and took the initiative to take a step forward.

"Actually, Junior Sister Luo, I'm not afraid of making fun of you when I say it. Before I entered Yugong Que, I had a childhood friend named Jiuye, who is now a true disciple of the Demon Dao Soul Sect. Hey—"

The melancholy look on Jingrong's face became more intense.

Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo suddenly realized that they had a new understanding of the man in front of him who abided by the rules of the immortal way.

"This time I went to the lonely city of dead souls, I took the initiative to invite the real master." Jingrong sighed again, and explained, "I heard that Jiuye is also going to hunt and kill the No. 11's Moyinglong."

Ling Luo suddenly felt a little pitiful for the elder brother in front of him.

Immortals and demons have different paths, and the door rules are strict.

Immortal disciples and demon disciples are strictly forbidden to communicate with each other. Once they meet, they are sworn enemies. This is an unwritten rule.

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