The Demon in the Mirror

Shouted, the black demon shook all over, looked back, and saw the demon catcher and the mouse on her shoulder. It was originally intended to catch the demon bowl, and he opened his mouth without hesitation. The bowl demon wrapped in his mouth and got into the monster tide.

Xifeng didn't expect it to have **** the bowl demon in front of him, and his courage was fat.

Before she could react, Xiaohuo was chasing in that direction, and the west wind followed. The three quickly passed through the crowded demon tide, blowing a burst of demon winds.

The demon "huh" protest, the entire downtown became more noisy.

The high priest, who was far from the Baizhang gazebo, listened to his ears and even rejoicedly said to others: "The demon world is here to show that the demon world is flourishing."

The demon king sitting in the large chair long-range long shot, noticed a few breath different from this devilish atmosphere, eyes narrowed.

In this demon world, it seems that there are several big figures.

Suddenly, a breath of dragon air appeared in the chaotic evil spirit, and the cold eyes of the demon king suddenly widened.

In the past, the west wind traced the little black demon to pursue its breath, but here is full of rich demon spirit, one is not careful, the little black demon has disappeared, and even the small fire can not smell its smell, unable track.

The west wind stopped and gasped, covering his belly almost out of breath.

"The little dwarf is almost inspiring." Xiaohuo shook West Wind's ear hard, "grab it and serve me as a snack!"

"Braised!"

"Steamed!"

"Braised!" The west wind was angry, this is a monster everywhere, just came in and encountered the bowl demon, how lucky, but a little black face. He was half breathed, and the west wind felt empty next to him.

Qingyuan?

Xifeng immediately looked at the front, back, left, and right, but no trace of him was found.

Did he lose it when he traced the little black face just now?

No, it is impossible to lose at his speed. That was when she stopped and gasped, he continued to chase "hoop"?

Xifeng wrinkled his eyebrows, worried. If he lost her in the world, he wouldn't care. No one could move him. But in the demon world ... and at the birthday of the demon king Shou, then a divine dragon appeared, just afraid of causing disturbance.

Before they entered the demon world, they had hidden their breath, so they can't use the tracking charm now, otherwise they will immediately expose Qingyuan's identity, and they are also in danger.

"Xiaohuo, you go to Qingyuan, and when you find it, you come back immediately."

Xiao Huo was not sure about her: "I'm gone, what do you do, in case you are found out ..."

"I'll hide it." West Wind patted its head. "Go, don't let that silly dragon go into trouble."

Xiaohuo also feels that Qingyuan's solo travel has more serious consequences. For example, if he accidentally puts his tail on the tail, the monster world and the **** realm are only afraid of a big misunderstanding. Rhythm!

Hey, think too much.

Xiaohuo shook his head, stepped away, and went to Qingyuan.

The west wind also went in the other direction, but after walking a dozen steps, I saw a bodyguard coming across the street. Going to her through the blocked road.

Westwind froze, but felt that it was impossible to come to find herself, after all, she hid very well.

Until there was a distance close to them, Xifeng suddenly saw the leading monster bodyguard inadvertently glance at her. It's a measure, speculation, and vigilance.

Xifeng suddenly understood that they really came to grab themselves, and turned to leave. Suddenly his wrist was caught by someone. Almost instantly, he disappeared into the sea of ​​monsters with that man.

The bodyguard didn't even see how the girl disappeared, and turned around in place, making sure that no one could be found before leaving.

Like the wind, the shadows of the two can hardly be left on the ground.

After leaving this demon city, Xifeng Shensheng, who was still holding his hands tightly, said: "Release."

The wind stopped and the shadow stopped firmly on the ground.

A shadow is the figure of a slim girl. A shadow is the figure of a tall man.

The person who came was not the Qingyuan she was looking for, but the person she didn't even want to glance at.

"The demon world is not where you should come."

The man's voice was cold, and the look in the west wind was all reprimanded.

"Oh." Xifeng leaned over and looked at this quiet alley, looking cold, and then thought a bit, with a slight sarcasm on his lips, "The demon king's birthday feast, it seems to be profitable, so you have to go out of the palace.

The Ling Dian is the largest demon-catching school in the world. There are many disciples under the door. The state teacher also comes from the Ling Dian. The guards of the palace also have people in the Ling Dian.

They not only catch demon, but also guard the royal family, and control the life and death of this country.

A thousand battles away, is the master of the Spirit Temple.

Master of Westwind.

"The man who follows you is Qinglong?"

Xifeng pursed her lips and looked into her eyes: "You know? Who told you? Are you still monitoring me?" She sarcastically said, "Do you care about me, or do you want to find out if he is a green dragon?"

There was hardly any thought about Li Qianqian, and said, "The latter."

Even the hypocrisy was saved, and Xifeng was really convinced of him, but this is her master, the unsympathetic and indifferent master.

When Qian Qianzhan saw that she was no longer speaking, her eyes fell on the flute around her waist, her eyes narrowed slightly: "If you leave the temple and don't recognize your identity, then you don't deserve the things in the temple."

After finishing speaking, the west flute flew out of his waist suddenly and almost fell into his hands. The west wind swiftly stretched out his hand to catch it, withdrew his hand, and coldly said: "The swords of the Six Realms have their own spirits, only one person is recognized. This sword was found by me personally, not yours, nor the thing of the Spirit Palace.

When the words fell, there was almost no movement in front of him, and the flute was to be released from her hand again.

There seems to be a sucking hole in front of the sword to **** away the sword. Xifeng's face changed, and he held the flute tightly. Flying sand and stone on the ground, they were all forced to drill into the black hole, and the west wind frowned, chanting a spell in their mouth, and the spell turned into an invisible blade, stabbing in a thousand battles.

The sharp blade was shattered by the spirit of the whole body before approaching him by half an inch, and the broken sharp blade instantly rebounded towards the west wind.

The west wind raised his hand and swept the sleeve wind, turning the broken blade away.

"Growed."

Xifeng couldn't bear the temptation that he must appear every time he met. She suddenly changed the magic spell, and the whole person and the flute were instantly sucked in front of the black hole.

Almost at that moment, the eyes of Qian Qianzhan swept away, and the black hole disappeared instantly. The west wind didn't stop. At this moment, the flute had become a sword, and he flicked at him.

"hiss--"

The sword pierced the wind, slashed it, and hit the cold and crisp sound of the sword.

But when Jian Jian stabs his eyebrows, he notices that the dangerous west wind hastily closed his hand, and backed away.

From the beginning to the end, Li Qianzhan, who didn't move half a step, looked down: "Smart."

If her sword is nearly halfway down, the sword will break.

Xifeng, who was shocked with cold sweat, was holding a sword, and he didn't dare to let her flute appear in front of him. She couldn't beat him, even if she tried harder, she couldn't beat him.

Westwind has hatred in his heart.

She almost summoned the Sky Lei Mantra just now, and threw a Sky Lei on his head. But she didn't dare, she really attracted Tianlei, it was estimated that he would be hit by holding his head.

The stalemate between the mentor and the apprentice has not yet been broken, and suddenly a demon anger appeared in this alley, rushing straight towards it. The west wind looked over there and saw that behind the black gas, there was also a red fire following the group, which was screaming "You spit out the bowl".

Xifeng came back, was it Xiao Huo chasing the little black face? She looked at the direction again, just behind the head of a thousand battles.

The little black face is afraid ... it's dying.

The little black face is still wrapped in a bowl demon, and he has deformed one of his black faces.

It wasn't until he was behind the man's head that he jumped up, hoping to jump over his head. But a moment of white light spurs upward, and that white light can cut it off.

The murderous little black face froze for a moment, and suddenly saw the crappy demon catcher slap it away, and the white light passed by.

The small fire chasing behind grabbed the little black face that fell to the ground, but also felt the identity of the man in front of him, and even forgot to grab the bowl back.

Bai Guang didn't hurt the little black face, but the hand pushed the little black face away from the west wind, and saw blood in the palm of his hand, but covered it with one hand, but there was still blood flow.

The **** smell peculiar to mortals overflowed the nearby monsters.

Li Qianzhan said in a cold voice: "Be wounded for the demon, be good with the demon, who taught you?"

Xifeng covered his injured hand and stared at him and said, "My mother."

Li Qianwei was slightly stunned, when a demon came, he glanced at it and disappeared in place instantly.

Xiao Huo has dropped her little black face and ran to the west wind, turning into a giant fire rat: "Go."

"It can't go away." The west wind was trembling around its neck with terrified demon air, "To be eaten by the monster, eat, eat ..."

Xiao Huo could not bear to say: "Shut up, you can't get up."

"Go!" The west wind jumped on its back, and the demon's anger was getting stronger and stronger, to force her to breathlessly mortal, "Run."

With a command, the small fire flew into the sky, and the demon qi that fluttered in the sky was opened to the sky by the red fire, and there was no resistance and fled through the sky.

The little black face, still wrapped in the bowl demon, looked up, and his two big bright eyes shone brightly, brightly, brightly.

Big ... monster ... monster.

thump.

Its heart beat, and it couldn't suppress the great joy.

Persevering in finding the big monster, he has a new goal.

"Wow." It spit out the bowl demon and followed the red light.

After all, here is the demon world, and there is more blood. No matter where you go, you can attract a bunch of monsters, big demon and little demon, all come to track.

Westwind just turned around casually and saw a mighty tail. Looking back, the tail turned into a dragon.

She held Xiaohuo's neck and wept bitterly: "It's about to be eaten, Xiaohuo, so you always eat monsters as snacks, now you're about to become snacks."

Xiaohuo hummed: "Relax, before they catch up, I will throw you out as bait before escaping."

Westwind scolded: "No conscience."

The speed of Xiao Huo was very fast, and he gradually shook off the group of monsters in the back. The two of them were relieved, and suddenly found the mighty monster standing in front of them.

Those monsters are different from those scattered behind the temporary team. They are dressed in armor, holding halberds, and wait in the front very neatly.

Xiao Huo hurriedly turned around to run, but the same was behind the enemy.

Enemies in the abdomen are like turtles in the urn.

Westwind felt that the matter was serious, and there was no way to escape.

The monster guardian Fei stepped forward, blocking the way of the west wind small fire, and the west wind was shocked.

The head guard said, "Go."

Xifeng measured his own ability and the speed of the little fire to eat the monster, and he did not resist with special knowledge. He had imagined himself in eighteen cooking methods.

"Brother Guard, we really didn't intend to break into the demon world, but our heart is full of admiration for the demon king, so we came to take risks and wanted to send a generous gift."

The man didn't listen and led the west wind to continue on.

Xifeng said again: "We are just the small shrimp in the intruder, there is a big lobster over there, the master of the Spirit Hall, big guy!"

The man still doesn't listen.

Xifeng really wanted to yell in his ears, but she didn't dare.

The guards traveled all the way until they stopped in front of a palace.

Xifeng had no time to look at the palace, but just glanced up at random. If it is really enchanting, there is no magnificent palace in the world, nor is it like the green ghost of Yan Luodian, gray-faced, no taste! There are no gems inlaid, no crystal columns.

Xifeng, who was about to be made into 18 dishes, thought of Qingyuan again: "Xiaohuo, if you said that if we were made into dim sum, what would Qingyuan do?"

Back to the slap, he was **** with a small fire that was hung on the halberd. She rolled her eyes: "Worry about yourself first."

Xifeng still worried about Qingyuan, that silly dragon, lost in the demon world, and did not know if he could go out. No matter where he is, his character will be beaten.

There is no money back to the world.

Westwind fell into deep concern.

Worried, there was an illusion and saw Qingyuan standing at a table full of dishes and waving at her.

Ah ... an illusion.

Xifeng suddenly looked back and took a closer look, that person is not Qingyuan!

She was surprised, and then the guard next to him stretched out her hand, "Please come on."

"what???"

Qingyuan, what did you do to them? Did you kidnap the demon king? !

When she was surprised, Qingyuan had already appeared in front of her, and fluttered her blue silk.

"You're injured." Qingyuan took her hand and saw the blood stains leaking through her fingers, her eyes filled with great sadness, "You are going to die."

Xifeng's mouth twitched: "I'll say it again, we, people, mortals, and people are not so vulnerable!" She saw him safe and sound, and she sat at the table eating, drinking and drinking, and asked, "Who are they?"

Qingyuan carefully held her hand and sighed at the wound.

The wound gradually closed up, but the muscles and bones were bruised, the wound was extremely deep, and it was not completely good.

This wound reminded him of the injury on his collarbone.

resembles.

Xifeng didn't care about his injury, but it was certainly not an ordinary monster who could call the guards to "catch" them: "Who are they?"

"Oh, that little fat man?"

"..." Xifeng glanced back sneakily, where is there a fat man! All handsome men and beautiful women, where are there fat people. Suddenly she saw a man looking towards her. The man had a beautiful face and slightly cold eyes, but it was not scary.

She looked at it and always felt that this person was familiar.

She seems to have seen it.

Xifeng's body stiffened: "Demon, demon, demon king."

Qingyuan turned to look around and nodded: "Yes, that is the little fat man."

The west wind shuddered: "... Don't kill you! You call the demon king fat little guy in the demon world! You have to become a hand-pulled dragon meat. Do you know! And, people are well-proportioned, and you don't envy him and call him fatty."

Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "He used to be a fat man." After he finished, he beckoned to the man, "Come on, brother."

"..." The West Wind dumbfounded.

what? ? ? Little brother? ! ! !

She suddenly remembered that the demon king seemed to be ... the dragon demon is coming? ? ?

God!

She was afraid that she would be made into 28 dishes!