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It was already half an hour after everyone had visited Zheng Weiqi's storage bag.

The city of Garan has been dormant for more than three hundred years. For the residents of the city, many things that are commonplace today are very fresh. Qin Chuan and Meng Jiaqi looked enthusiastically, and asked questions with their eyes bright from time to time. After reading them roughly, they were still not satisfied, and they took out a few small objects and examined them in detail.

"Right," Meng Jiaqi thought of something, and suddenly put the gouache in his hand aside, raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Weiqi, "If we find Xuan Ye's trail, what are you going to do?"

Zheng Weiqi is worthy of being a shrewd businessman. He is very insightful and self-knowing about major events: "Xuan Ye is a demon cultivator of the transformation stage. Even if exhausted in the First World War many years ago, it is definitely not a thing in the pool to be slaughtered. With our strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to contend. I have notified the teacher with a pigeon and waited for the master’s response."

This is a stopgap measure under serious consideration.

The vast majority of them are golden cores, which are like ants before the power of the gods. Now Xuan Ye was seriously injured and lacking physical strength. At best, he was only at the level of Yuan Ying Dacheng, but after all, the face of the **** of transformation was there. If it was head-on, I really didn't know what would happen.

Pursuing the demons is not a trivial matter, so Zheng Weiqi simply told Tian Xianzi everything, presumably he will take action soon after reading the envelope.

Zheng Weiqi paused, and when she spoke uprightly, she finally had the demeanor of a famous disciple, and no longer looked like a salesman who hadn't been a regular salesman: "Now the devil is about to move, I don't know what is the situation of the young city lord of Jialan City? "

"Young City Lord——"

Meng Jiaqi's expression was dim, he wanted to speak, and he was silent for a while before he whispered: "Everyone, please come with me."

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What Meng Jiaqi led everyone to was the city lord's mansion where the body of the young city lord was stored.

The City Lord's Mansion is not luxurious, but elegant enough. The high walls are vermilion, the stone steps are shining, the trees and flowers on both sides of the courtyard are all withered, leaving only the shaggy black shadows like withered bones, but when you look at it, you can still imagine the scenery of flowers and trees, green and quiet a few years ago.

After passing through the long stone steps, he came to the pavilion at the end of the mansion. Meng Jiaqi's expression was rather ritual, and after looking back at the crowd quickly, he turned around and gently opened the door.

With a creak, the lights in the house flowed to the door like water.

This is a bedroom. There are only simple tables, chairs, bookcases and beds in the room, all of which are made of wood, so there is nothing unique about it. Judging from the extremely simple and clean layout, the owner of the room should be a very serious and decisive person.

Ningning was curious, and slowly walked into the house following Meng Jiaqi's footsteps.

On that dark red bed, there was a person lying quietly.

A man seems to be in his twenties. If he has to describe his appearance, he would rather call it "the classic template for the domineering president of the man."

The contour of the face seemed to have been carefully carved, flying diagonally into the temple's sword eyebrows, the slender phoenix eyes were tightly closed, and the long black crow eyelashes covered a thick shadow.

The long black hair poured down, unfettered and flattened out. Several strands fell on the face, set off against the pale skin without blood, which made the feeling of sickness even more obvious.

However, although he was awake, he did not make life feel depressed. The tails of both eyes are smeared with fiery red lines, like a small hook with thick ink, which is slightly tilted upwards, adding a bit of aggressiveness.

People can't help thinking about what it would be like if these eyes were opened.

"The Lord of Young City calls'Jiang Si'."

Meng Jiaqi said in a daze, "He exhausted his spiritual power in the great battle a hundred years ago, and was hit by Xuan Ye and the elders, and never awoke. Fortunately, the elders did not attack him before leaving, otherwise..."

Zheng Weiqi is curious: "Look at the red at the end of his eyes, is it possible that Young City Lord is Feng Clan?"

Meng Jiaqi nodded: "Exactly."

Different from ordinary spirits, the dragon and phoenix tribes belong to the well-deserved nobles among the monsters. Not only are they rare and scarce in number, they are also naturally strong.

Not to mention that this young city master is a demon cultivator genius who has been rare in a few years, and his strength is even more astonishing.

"The city lord was very sick back then, and the young city lord was responsible for all the affairs of the city. He was talented, and he was assisted by an elder for many years, who managed Jialan City in an orderly manner."

Meng Jiaqi looked at the man’s angular face, and for some reason, a tinge flashed in his eyes: "Who would have thought that even the elder who grew up with him would betray him without hesitation in the future... even Not hesitate to deceive the people of the city, but also to help Xuan Ye recover his strength."

She couldn't help but sneered, her voice full of disgust: "The old antique of the group of frogs at the bottom of the well thought that he could be sheltered by the demon king and enjoy the glory and wealth in the future. Since the war between the fairy and the devil, the demon race is like a mouse crossing the street. ——No, even the'devil' species has disappeared."

Her reaction was a little too fierce, Zheng Weiqi was straightforward, she was startled, and then she said: "Ms. Meng and the elder, what is the holiday?"

There was a brief silence in the room.

In the end, Qin Chuan, who had turned into a rabbit and was held in Meng Jiaqi's arms, made a weak voice, his ears drooping softly: "The elder... is the father of sister Qi."

There is even this relationship.

Ning Ning was taken aback for a moment, and she quickly understood in her heart that it was precisely for this reason that Meng Jiaqi trusted the elders so much at the beginning. After hearing the truth, she was ashamed and depressed for a long time.

Being deceived and betrayed by his biological father and turned into a tool on call is really uncomfortable.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Meng Jiaqi turned his eyes away, and changed the subject stiffly: "Young City Lord looks cold tempered, but in fact, he has given a lot to Jialan City. However, instead of helping him, we have also helped Xuan Ye to inflict abuse. The power of... is really ashamed."

"The Demon Race has long since disappeared. When the people from the Xuanxu Sword Sect arrive, I will definitely not go wrong again."

He Zhizhou put his hands around his chest, curled his eyebrows and said to himself: "But where will Xuan Ye hide?"

This is the most incredible place.

It stands to reason that the urban area of ​​Jialan City at the bottom of the lake is not large, and even if the carpet search is carried out, it will not return without success.

But Xuan Ye seemed to really have no trace, no matter how he looked for it, he couldn't find the slightest shadow of him.

As it has nothing to do with the main storyline, Ningning had no interest in the background story of the War between Immortals and Demons, and only learned some information from the master sisters in the guest room before.

Unlike the demons, the demons are mostly people with bad intentions and violent temperaments. The Demon Realm also has a superior and inferior order, among which the most noble is the Demon Lord and his seven demon kings.

It is said that the position of the demon king can be gifted and contended, as long as he kills the previous one himself, he can grab the title and use it on himself.

The weak and the strong eat, fight constantly.

But that group of magic repairs just like it.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the distorted character of several demon monarchs can be put on the exhibition of rare objects in the Exposition.

It's like bathing in the blood of a girl, decorating the house with human organs, and forcing people who love each other to kill each other. There are all kinds of things.

Compared with them, Xuan Ye, who was devoted to refining soul cultivation, seemed to have become quite normal.

But it was just a loss.

Xuan Ye was cruel and suspicious by nature, self-assertive, and like other demon kings, he did not like routines and was good at playing tricks. If you want to guess where he is going, I'm afraid you can't use ordinary thinking.

Abandoning ordinary thinking, he will certainly not hide away like a mouse crossing the street, he must ensure that he is safe enough, and he can keep in touch with the elders in time——

"Sister Zheng, haven't you received a reply from Master yet?"

Suddenly, Pei Ji's voice sounded in his ears, he seldom spoke, and in the empty and silent environment at this moment, he felt a little strange for no reason.

The young man’s voice was as cold as a sweet spring. Seeing Zheng Weiqi nodded, Pei Ji gave a non-emotional smile: "Most of the spirit pigeons have been intercepted."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the dome shrouded in white light, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "The elders can leave before we reach the Xingji Pavilion, which means that the city has eyeliners and has been under surveillance. The pigeon, They will certainly not let go."

He Zhizhou took a breath: "eyeliner?"

"There are many ways to buy a person, that's not the point."

Pei Ji said: "The devil’s matter is very important. If the master really received the letter, he would have responded long ago. Since the elder knew that we were disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, when the master sister came ashore to fly the pigeon, he would naturally understand. That was a letter of help sent by Feng to the school—Xuan Ye's matter. They would never let Zheng Dao Sect find out."

He Zhizhou heard the unfinished meaning of his words, and couldn't help feeling cold.

It seemed that the whole body was immersed in a deep icy pool, and the biting chill spread from the soles of the feet to the head, shaking every drop of blood.

In addition to spirit pigeons who can deliver messages, there are them.

"In order to keep this secret."

Pei Ji's right hand was stroking the hilt of the sword unconsciously, and a cloud of darkness under his eyes: "The knife will cut the mess quickly, and then kill it quickly."

——Xuan Ye couldn't let them leave Jialan City alive.

He has always been dismissive of human life, the only thing he cares about is himself.

This is a cruel and cruel demon, perhaps enjoying the pleasure of having everything in his own hands, secretly peeping, like teasing a group of lost mice.

This kind of people. he--

Ningning's breathing was stagnant.

An incomparably weird and weird thought quietly rushed to her heart, causing her heart to start pounding, like a huge stone hitting her chest.

...Why, the Young City Lord has obviously lost the value of use, but the elders didn't get rid of him when they left?

She did not make a sound, and squeezed the star-scarred sword on her waist.

Then he turned around in astonishment.

On the big bed inlaid with exquisite wood carvings, the handsome and innocent man closed his eyes solemnly. The thick shadows under the long eyelashes were erratic like ghosts, seeming to perceive her gaze, not knowing if it was an illusion, a very faint smile was evoked from the corner of his mouth.

It can ensure its absolute safety, can communicate with the elders unimpededly, and can hide in a dark corner to quietly appreciate all the changes.

Where else could it be more compliant with his wishes than the City Lord's Mansion, which is highly respected by all.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

It turned out that from the beginning, the "Young City Lord" lying on the bed was not Jiang Si himself, but the demon Lord Xuan Ye disguised as him.

As the behind-the-scenes man, he has always stayed there leisurely like that, listening to the juniors from the Xianmen big sect to analyze and retrospect seriously.

It's a terrible taste.

There shouldn't be wind here.

But at this moment, a cool breeze silently blew Ning Ning's ears, cruelly like a knife, and almost made a blood mark on her earlobe.

The silent night crashed down, and the man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils were actually a bleak blood red, bloodshot like vines that grew wildly, occupying the entire pupil. The cold temperament on this face disappeared because of the look in his eyes, and it was replaced by aggressive bloodthirsty and violence.

He wanted to kill her.

Even if the body was severely injured and the cultivation base was severely damaged, the coercion belonging to the transforming gods was still raging, like a flood of water that opened a gate to discharge, a brain rushed into her heart.

Ningning felt the cold and cold killing intent like a blizzard, as if an unstoppable tide swallowed her, setting off a fierce storm of blood and blood.

And she was standing in the middle of the storm, surrounded by dazzling murderous intent. The blood-red eyes that were close at hand looked like a deep pool of water, almost drowning her.

Another invisible gust of wind pierced her and pointed directly at her chest.

She heard Zheng Weiqi shouting: "Ningning!"

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