Soul Emperor Martial God

"Come again." Xiao Yi's heart burst.

Wuyue Siming repeatedly said, "My people will not bully you."

"My Moonless Clan, there is no intrigue, it's a paradise."

"You follow me..."

Xiao Yi took a step forward and interrupted with a chuckle, "Life is never pure."

"Through wind and rain, grievances and hatred, Fang is more exciting."

"It's never a bad thing to be weather-beaten; going through hardships, wandering through countless intrigues and conspiracies, does not necessarily mean that life is hard."

"Your life is very simple." Xiao Yi said with a light smile.

"You are in charge of life and death, never say more, never ask more."

"Compared with other commanders, it was appointed by the demon king and the old demon sovereign; you have no moon clan, born in charge of life and death, you will always kill for the sake of killing."

"Your face is almost always cold."

"This simplicity is also monotonous."

Xiao Yi stared at Wu Yue Si Ming, "You look like an old monster, but in fact, you are extremely young in the demon realm."

"If you calculate the life span of an adult, you are even younger than you think."

"My words, I don't know if you understand."

"I won't let you go to Wuyue Clan. It's not because of many other reasons, nor because I lied to you in the past, but because of human identity."

"But, Happy Land, in everyone's eyes, is different."

"At least in my eyes, a place of ease and no intrigue is just a clean place."

"Happy Land, not where, just who."

Xiao Yi smiled bitterly, "I have used the simplest expression I think to tell you, I don't know if you understand."

Wuyue Siming frowned, "So, it's not that you followed me back to Wuyue Clan, but... I followed you?"

"No, no," Xiao Yi was startled.

He is about to rush to the Holy Moon Sect, now let Wuyue Siming follow, isn't it unclear?

Wuyue Siming frowned even more, "Humans, are all so complicated?"

Xiao Yi nodded again and again, "Yes, you never know how many flowers in the hearts of the cunning human race."

"Maybe, I will deceive you in a few words."

"As cunning as humans, as complex as humans..."

Wuyue Siming frowned and interrupted, "So, you lied to me?"

"You only wanted to belittle me at the beginning, are you just a womanizer?"

"Not bad." Xiao Yi answered proudly, holding up his hand, his expression still a bit smug.

Wuyue Siming's face became cold, he clenched his teeth, but suddenly frowned.

Beautiful eyes, staring at Xiao Yi's eyes tightly.

"You lied to me."

"Your mouth will lie, but your eyes will not."

"Your mouth is very complicated, but your eyes are very clear and clean."

"I have a partner." Xiao Yi had to speak more bluntly.

"You lied to me." Wuyue Siming looked serious.

"No." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Have."

"No."

"Have."

"Okay, I don't understand with you." Xiao Yi waved his hand.

"Farewell."

Xiao Yi turned around and left.

But just a short time after flying, looking back, Wuyue Siming followed closely.

"I..." Xiao Yi's eyes were cold, but looking at Wuyue Siming's serious and stubborn face, he was still unable to speak harshly at each other.

He didn't know how to describe it.

Speaking of scumbag? No, Wuyue Siming does not have such a mind.

She is clearly a cold person who can kill and kill creatures without blinking, just like a puppet who can only enforce laws.

What she is doing is always monotonous.

But the simplicity in her face and eyes is something no woman has ever had.

Xiao Yi frowned and watched, his eyes icy still lingering.

At the moment of the death of the moon, there was a trace of sadness, "You are uncomfortable, very painful?"

"I can feel that the conflict in your eyes at the moment is extremely difficult to suffer."

"Yes." Xiao Yi nodded.

No month is silent.

After a long while, Wu Yue Si Ming opened his mouth, "If I don't follow you, will you feel uncomfortable?"

"I remember that before I showed up, you were smiling and joyful, seemingly expectant."

Xiao Yi nodded.

He was about to go to Shengyuezong to pick up Yiyi and start traveling, he was looking forward to it with joy.

Wuyue Siming nodded, "Then I won't follow."

The voice fell.

There is no more words without a month.

Xiao Yi frowned and looked at it like this.

Look at each other, speechless.

For half an hour, Wuyue Siming never opened his mouth again.

Xiao Yi breathed out lightly, nodded, "Farewell."

The figure flashed and disappeared into the distance.

Wu Yue Si Ming, looking straight, until this time, Fang's lips squirmed, but he still did not open his mouth.

In the air, there was a flash.

The air was pulsating, and there seemed to be a figure, unable to see his face.

"Wu Yue, do you understand now?"

"The world is not benevolent, the human race is cunning, and men in the world are even more hateful and ruthless."

"Let me go back."

"You are not a person in the Demon Territory, and the Demon Territory has no laws of life and death that you can control by birth."

"The land of the moon waste is the place where you are truly born."

"When you are strong enough, you can easily step on this man and let him pay today's price."

No month of life, frowned.

The figure narrowed his eyes, "When you become the Lord of Moon Desolation, this man will surrender and kneel in front of you, and will come to you at any cost."

Without a month, Si Ming suddenly loosened his brows.

However, her beautiful eyes still contained doubts, and her stunning face was still with unspeakable complexity.

Perhaps she was thinking, what is this man thinking?

"Happy Land, what is it?" Wuyue Siming muttered to himself.

The voice of the figure next to him seemed to carry some irresistible power, full of ancient, full of coldness, full of inexplicable.

"Happy Land is naturally killing, and naturally you are the only one in charge of all life and death on this continent."

"No one can make you frown, no one can reverse your meaning."

"Your words are the fate of heaven and earth, and that is your paradise."

"Will he too?" Wuyue Siming asked.

"Of course." The figure nodded without hesitation.

Wuyue Siming finally showed a smile.

boom…

Suddenly, a torrent of laws rushed down into the sky, blasting wildly.

The figure, indifferent eyes, held it slightly.

Click... bang...

The torrent of laws cracked suddenly, and broke apart in an instant.

"Puff." Demon Lord Liuheng spouted out blood and looked straight at the figure, "Yuehuang?"

"I wonder if your Excellency Yuehuang is coming to my demon domain, what's the matter?"

The figure sneered, "You are not qualified to ask about the old man."

"Liuheng child, if your old patriarch is not protecting you, do you think you still have your demon domain today?"

"Don't worry about things you shouldn't care about; don't ask things you shouldn't ask; don't say things you shouldn't say."

"get out."

The voice fell, and the figure pulled over Wuyue Siming, silently disappearing into the air.

Liuheng Yaojun's face was pale, and he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, "The second master of the Nine Desolations, really well-deserved."

...

Far away, outside the demon domain.

Xiao Yi's expression changed, "Huh? A sense of crisis?"

"I've just gotten off, so I don't have such luck."

...

Fourth more. (burst)

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