The Demon in the Mirror

Xifeng, who was still breathing in Fushu, looked at the bowl demon. The bowl was clean, but he broke two mouths. It looked like an ordinary bowl. Judging from this bowl, it is not a forward style, the year should be short.

"Wanwan, I'll ask you a question. I'll give it to you when you answer ..."

Xifeng, who wanted to exchange this, then saw Qingyuan pour a whole pack of beef jerky into the bowl.

Westwind: "..." I will complain to you if you do this again!

She hurriedly grabbed a handful of beef jerky, and the bowl was stunned. She floated to her and said, "My meat."

"No, unless you tell me ..."

Qingyuan shook his head and said: "West wind, you are wrong."

"You shut up." Xifeng asked again, holding the beef jerky. "You tell me, what the **** ..."

"Huh--" There was a braid in the air, and he flew from the night sky to the west wind, tied the bowl directly, and was about to pull it away.

The west wind can no longer suppress the anger in his heart, throwing the beef jerky on the ground: "Bastard! Are you polite! Let me finish talking!"

Qingyuan: "..."

Bowl Demon: "..."

Pu Yu: "..."

The west wind grabbed the rope fiercely, flute the sword, cut off with a sword, and the eyebrows would stand upside down with anger.

Pu Yu was scolded with red ears and grieved: "You, how do you scold people. This bowl of demon is ours."

Xifeng asked the demon bowl angrily: "Say! Are you their bowl?"

The frightened bowl demon shook his head fiercely and immediately cleared the relationship with them.

Xifeng Chaopuyu said: "Look! Not yours, get out!"

Pu Yu gaseously said: "You are crazy."

Wuying wants to step forward, but the bowl demon has hid behind Qingyuan. When he looked at the bowl demon, his eyes met Qingyuan again.

Those eyes will never be impatient, and the clouds will be breezy. I do n’t know the origin, the depth, and it ’s uncomfortable. Wu Ying said: "This monster is harming the people, we are fighting for the people, and trouble you to hand it over."

"There is no harm to the people." Qing Yuan said, "Just like to come out to eat in the middle of the night." He thought about it and said, "But this work schedule is not good, irregular."

Wuying twisted her eyebrows and said, "I don't need to explain and explain to you too much."

"Oh." Qingyuan didn't care what he said. He looked at the beef jerky on the ground, picked up one by one, and said to the west wind, "You waste."

The west wind of Zhengwohuo hummed: "Oh, how about that?"

Qingyuan's eyes widened, yes, she wasted, she was unreasonable, then what can he do?

You can't beat people, you can't curse people, you can't force things into her mouth.

The west wind blocking him happy hummed and stared at him. He was crushed by his poisonous tongue. She was so happy to see that he was deflated. He would have to block him like this and let him bully her.

"It's okay." Qing Yuan said, "You don't want it later, give it to me. If you can't finish it, I will eat it."

This is the only way to avoid wasting food on earth. But she shouldn't always waste the buns. The buns are really bad, especially the meat stuffing, which is too greasy.

The west wind twitched and moved his lips, stupefied that he didn't say a word again.

Instead, he felt his face hot again.

Ahhh, this man can eat what she eats.

Ah, is he crushing her in secret?

Ah, let ’s lay an egg next year.

Ah ... oh, I think too much.

Westerly swerved his head, blushing and said, "No."

Qingyuan frowned, nothing, hey, otherwise, let's beat it, just be good, just like Devil Realm.

Pu Yu saw that the two were flirting unmannedly, not bothering, but when she looked at Wuying, she saw loneliness from his face.

She knows that he likes west wind, from small to big, he likes west wind. Later, when Xifeng left the Ling Temple, he also pleaded with Master.

But what about this, Xifeng treated him as his brother, and never blushed at him.

She smiled secretly in his heart. He thought, why he was not like this.

Displeased in her heart, she finally shot again, forcibly interrupting the two who were sweet and greasy.

The whip was drawn long, and a bright note was thrown in the air, and the west wind was startled in a snap.

The whip was drawn directly to her face. When it was half an inch away, Qingyuan suddenly stretched out his hand, holding the whip almost instantaneously, shaking it hard, and the whip suddenly shattered into ten thousand segments.

Pu Yu was stunned for a moment, stretched out with one finger, withdrew the broken whip, and condensed into a long whip again. She dared not to shoot again, and once again, the whip could not stand the torture, and her spiritual power would be greatly damaged.

Wuying jumped with his sword, flashing behind him to chase the bowl demon.

The bowl demon usually only beg for a meal, and did not fight with anyone. Seeing the sword split, he ran forward and did not know to dodge. Slashed with a sword, it almost shattered it.

It screamed and jumped towards Qingyuan. Qingyuan was about to reach out to protect it, which should have stopped Wuying's sword, but unexpectedly, the sword even stabbed him directly.

Westwind froze: "Brother!"

But the sword still pierced Qingyuan, and the bowl demon saw it, and flew to block the sword. When it was almost determined that he was about to be broken by the sword, a hand was suddenly blocked in front of it.

The sword stabbed Qingyuan's hand.

I saw blood immediately.

Qingyuan didn't think much, lifted his finger and flicked the sword away.

The powerful spiritual force caused the buzzing of the sword. If it was not a refined sword, I was afraid that it would be shattered immediately. Wuying quickly backed away, back in time, but was still injured by spiritual force and trembling.

Xifeng saw Qingyuan's hand on the back of his hand, and tore his clothing corner to cover his hand: "Does it hurt?"

"A bit." Qing Yuan said, "You're too tight, it hurts."

"..." I remembered that Westwind, who was almost "crushed to pieces", was lightened a little. She stared at Wuying and said, "Brother, you really disappoint me."

In order to catch the demon, the people in the Spirit Palace often resort to unscrupulous means. She thought he would not, but she did not expect that she was wrong.

As a brother whom she likes to be her brother, she has completely become a person in the Spirit Temple. I really deserve to be a disciple of the head of the Ling Temple, a raccoon dog.

Wu Ying paused for a moment, just "huh", put away the sword and said to Pu Yu: "Go."

Pu Yu didn't say much, and left with him. Before leaving, she glanced at Xifeng again, her eyes full of disdain.

Xifeng looked back coldly, and looked down at Qingyuan's hand when they left. The blood had oozed out, staining the corner of the garment.

"Let's go see the doctor."

"What is the doctor?"

"Save the sick and help the wounded in the world."

Qingyuan looked solemnly: "Save the world ... You are terrible, just scratched, you are going to die, go to see the doctor. No wonder I helped you dry your hair that day, just a few hair shots on your face, red Streaks, you will desperately follow me. "

"... We mortals are not so vulnerable, and ..." It's not because of this! The direction of your reflection is wrong, Master Qinglong!

Forget it, Westwind doesn't want to care about this with him, otherwise it's not enough to care about one hundred times.

"It's okay, not even a minor injury." Qing Yuan took off the rag she wrapped and put it on her lips to blow gently. The three-inch long wound gradually healed, leaving no trace at all, "Look, it's not like your fragile mortals at all."

Xifeng couldn't help waving his fist at him: "We mortals are powerful!"

"you are lying."

"..." Westwind exhaled deeply, lest he be mad at him. She grabbed his hand curiously and turned left and right. She really didn't leave any traces. "Isn't the deepest wound just fine with a breath?"

"No." Qing Yuan thought for a while and leaned over to lift her shirt to show her, "Here, it was split by a general of the Devil, and it hurt for a long time and shed a lot of blood."

The cleaved place is the white collarbone. The collarbone has grown, but the scar left on the surface is like a centipede, spreading down, and I don't know how long and deep the cleavage is. Even the old scars made Xifeng feel shocking.

She stretched her fingers to caress, and the scar was like electricity, which caused her hand to shock. Westwind quickly withdrew and asked, "Isn't it hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Qing Yuan said again. "Except for the deep injury here, there is no trace left."

Xifeng looked up at him and asked, "You used to make such a big contribution to God Realm, they are going to expel you and make you a demon, don't you hate them?"

"Why hate, I played, not for them."

For the tranquility of the two realms, the dragon **** and the dragon demon are all right. Now the tranquility of the six realms is good.

The west wind nodded and sighed in the sky-this dragon is really a fool, so get some breakup fees anyway!

She thought with sorrow that he was arguing for herself in the future, and was so sad that she suddenly found that the bowl demon had disappeared.

Broken bowl without conscience!

The blood on the sword slowly dripped into the clear water.

The blood enters the holy water, the water has no slight waves, and it is even clearer and brighter. Even the water seems to be alive and lifelike.

Keeping staring at the water all the time, the jade jade thought the water would become extremely dirty and stunned the god: "Brother ... this water ..."

Wu Ying also saw that the water did not become unclean, but became cleaner.

This water is originally holy spirit water. It comes from the corn village spring eyes, and any dirty air will become muddy. This is also a magic weapon that Master specially handed over to them, in order to find out what the man named Qingyuan is.

"Is this magic weapon a problem?"

"It's not that there is a problem with the magic weapon, but Qingyuan. It's really not a man among the three realms of the devil and the demon. His blood is very clean." Wu Ying looked at Yuquan's pure spring water, and he felt incredible.

Pu Yu was also surprised: "Qing Yuan is ..."

Dragon Chinese.

In Jiuxiao, the blood can be cleaned to this extent, there are only two kinds of people-Phoenix and Dragon.

However, Phoenix has only three drops of blood, hidden in his heart, like the sword without shadow, it is absolutely impossible to get Phoenix's blood.

Then there is only the Dragon Clan.

Wuying didn't expect that this abyss turned out to be a dragon god.

"Puyu, in the black swamp of the demon world, are there rumors of the green dragon coming to the world?"

"Yes ... Brother, you are suspicious ..." Pu Yu frowned, "How could the Dragon God listen to Xifeng? Why didn't he return to Jiuxiao?"

Wuying did not know, but this matter should be reported to Master as soon as possible.

With his sword, he discovered Qingyuan's true identity, but ... he also lost the trust of Xifeng.

He was sad in his heart.

However, gain and loss can never be both, and one must be lost.