The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 745
In the Nether Palace of the Underworld, it took Su Jing nearly two months to slowly recuperate and get used to this body.

He lay back on the Ten Thousand Skeleton Chair, slowly raised his left hand, looked at the skin and flesh of the body indifferently, and whispered softly: "This body is really bad, far inferior to my body."

Otherwise, with his ability, how could he be so embarrassed by Qi Jinghuan.

In the past two days, he not only recuperated his body, but also tried in every possible way how to use the wind element and control the wind power, but it was useless at all.

He frowned unhappily, and shrank his neck back to the collar.

With a flick of his sleeve, a phantom mirror appeared in the empty and extremely quiet hall.

The picture that appeared on the illusion was that Qi Jinghuan and Xie Wanrong were in the demon world. Although they couldn't hear their voices, the smile on Xie Wanrong's lips pierced his heart like cotton needles.

This smile was so familiar that he couldn't help but think of that innocent and ignorant girl who followed behind him thousands of years ago.

In this constant tens of thousands of years, Su Jing was lonely, that is, he was trapped in the blood mist for hundreds of years, all his memories were just repeating the place where he met Xie Wanrong.

Su Jing waved her hand, and the screen disappeared.

He thought that he should like her, even if he chose the way out and reincarnated.

But if he didn't want to, Xie Wanrong wouldn't be able to seal her so easily.

His eyes darkened a little, Xie Wanrong belongs to him!That body is also his!
He shouldn't be so alone.

As if thinking of something, he waved his hand, and the screen displayed again, the scene that appeared was not the demon world but the demon world.

A beautiful woman in a purple blouse was sitting in a corner with a dull expression, and there were layers of mist in her eye sockets.

Su Jing raised her brows slightly, narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the figure on the Wanku chair had turned into a trace of black mist and disappeared completely.

Inside the Demon Realm Grotto.

Zi Xi bit her lower lip tightly, thinking about the past in her mind, how Brother Mojie treated her well, how he pampered her, the more she thought about it, the more unwilling she felt.

Suddenly, heavy black mist filled the entire grotto, and she stood up abruptly.

Such a strong force... She felt a "thud" in her heart, and said vigilantly, "Who is it!"

"My dear sister, have you forgotten who raised you?" A deep voice came out of the black mist.

Zixi was surprised and delighted, "Brother Mojun!"

impossible--

Brother Mojun accompanied that woman to the Demon Realm, how did he come to find her?

She quickly regained her senses, "Who the hell are you! How dare you go to the Devil Realm to play wild!"

Su Jing's body still didn't appear, but she just said unhurriedly: "The hairpin you wear in your hair is still a gift from this deity before it was sealed..."

"You..." Zixi subconsciously touched the hairpin in her hair made from fragments of high-grade artifacts. This hairpin was indeed given to her by Brother Mojun, and she stayed there all the time. It was very precious.

She couldn't believe it, and even cried with joy: "Brother Mojun..."

At this time, Su Jing appeared, and under the black mist, Gong Yin's face clearly appeared in front of Zi Xi's eyes.

Zixi, who had a smile on her lips, became stiff for a moment: "You..." She took two steps back, her suspended heart seemed to fall into the abyss: "You are not brother Mojun! How do you know..."

Su Jing's dark purple eyes rolled slightly, and the corners of her lips curled slightly: "Zi Xi, please recognize who I am."

(End of this chapter)