The Demon in the Mirror

Xifeng looked at the high priest unexpectedly. When the high priest saw her, she nodded politely to her and left.

"Did Xiaohuo be **** by him? But why should he tie Xiaohuo?" Xifeng thought, wondering, "The order of the little fat brother? No, he didn't even arrest me, how could he catch Xiaohuo? Fire, this is not like what he would do. "

Qingyuan shook her hand and said, "Go and see."

"Ah? Such a follow-up, will not be found?"

"No, the fat priest and I are separated by 10,000 younger brothers."

Yibi Shen slags out, slags out, Westwind sighed, and asked, "How many brothers are there between you and me?"

Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, pondered, thought for a moment, hesitated to say, and was stopped by the desperate west wind raising his hand: "Okay, don't say, don't hit the fragile me."

"You don't want to listen?"

"I don't want to."

"Then why do you ask?"

The West Wind wailed: "Because I am a fool." Why did she ask such a stupid question, she must not drag a spiritual dragon against the sky and ask me the distance between you and me.

Qingyuan nodded: "Yes, it's a fool."

West Wind Fury: "... you are a fool!"

"..." It's okay to say that you are a fool. Why can't he say that? Bad girl.

"Let's go, keep up with the high priest, and go to the small fire." Xifeng always felt that things were not good, how could this be related to the high priest. In this demon world, the demon king is the first, and the high priest is the second.

Xiaohuo, Xiaohuo, didn't you say to apologize to the little black girl, why did you get in the top position in the demon world.

The high priest's house is far away from the demon palace. This distance will take one day for mortals, but for the monsters, it will only take a moment.

Qingyuan followed the west wind in stealth and entered the house of the high priest. He followed him straight into the bedroom and saw no fire. And there is no smell of small fire in this house, it seems that the small fire is not here.

The two squatted for a long time. The high priest took a nap and ate a meal, and then lay down to sleep again. Crouching on the roof and listening to his snorkeling west wind, he couldn't help but say: "The high priest's life is too boring, so he beats a troublesome fire before going to sleep anyway."

Qingyuan said: "I have a very rich life."

"... Oh." She forgot how there was a more boring dragon beside her. The boring dragon who could sleep quietly for 100,000 years. She yawned and looked at him with a smile, "Do you sleep?"

Qingyuan shook his head and replied: "Do not sleep."

"Then I will sleep and borrow an arm." Xifeng hugged his arm, and when the pillow was used, the pillow was comfortable. "If he moves, you remember to wake me up, you must not go around."

"Well." Qingyuan felt that mortals were still in trouble. For example, they love sleeping too much. When marching to war, they often have to sleep for eighty or eight days. What can mortals do at that time?

He thought about it, oh, no, mortals fight with mortals, they all want to sleep.

Therefore, the two armies engaged in battle and did not hinder sleeping.

With this thought, he envied the mortal again.

There is no need to engage in battles for 180 consecutive days. You can rest every day. In this way, the damage to the world will be much less.

Unlike divine wars, the sky is dim and dark, and there is no sunlight for thousands of years.

Thinking of the situation back then, Qingyuan couldn't help but be silent.

The younger brother's ambition is too big, just fear that the demon turmoil, sooner or later. But before the war against God Realm, he must deal with the person, it must be him.

The younger brother had persuaded him, but now it is useless to persuade Xifeng to persuade him. Counting it, no one can persuade him, so if there is no way to surround him, he can only be destroyed.

How did the little fat brother become a bad brother.

Qingyuan leaned back and lay down, and the man with his arm fell down, holding his arm and still sleeping soundly. He lay motionless, listening to her breathing, and suddenly, he also wanted to sleep.

The long night is long, and it will dawn again.

The waking west wind found that Qingyuan was gone. She thought she was dreaming, and she was fishing around, but she couldn't really see him.

She was stunned for a moment, and she felt empty of heart.

"Qing Yuan?" No one answered, she shouted again, "Master Qinglong?"

Still no one answered.

She twitched her lips slightly: "Fool, Qinglong!"

No matter how she shouted, Qingyuan did not appear. Then she panicked and stood up to find him. Anyone who wanted to get up just found that she was not on the roof, but on a green grass. She looked a little stunned and looked around, no one could see.

In the distance, the sound of water dripped lightly. She followed the sound of the water and walked, and finally saw the person.

It was a very beautiful back. The woman was dressed in white, with silk and ink, and her waist was long. The sunlight in the spring is light, even if you just see the back, the west wind feels that it must be a very gentle person.

The woman's movements were gentle, and I didn't know what was in her arms.

After she was in a trance, she discovered that there was a little girl three or four years old beside her.

The little girl was born fat and fat, and she sat beside the woman, looking at something in her arms with her cheek, and said, "Mother, will it bite?"

The woman laughed: "No."

"Then why did it brush my teeth?"

"Don't poke it on your cheek with your hand, it won't kill you. It's a very powerful beast, are you friends with it? Okay?" In case of serious injuries, Niang worked so hard to save it, you should not bully it. "

The little girl sneered: "Oh, this kind of weak evil, I will not bully it, and some people will bully it. If I can't protect myself, then I will die earlier. These six realms are reserved for powerful big men It ’s like a night lord. "

When the woman pauses, the tenderness on her face has turned into a painful color: "If you say this again, the mother will ignore you."

The little girl paused and turned her head away in disappointment.

Xifeng seemed to recognize that face. She must have seen it somewhere.

"You have to listen to the mother's words." The woman caressed her little head and warmly said, "Just listen to the mother's words."

"Don't listen to that father's words? Don't listen to the words of adults that night?"

"Yes, don't listen, don't listen!"

The little girl hadn't said anything, and suddenly the world changed color, the wind swept through the clouds, and the green grass and the running water disappeared in an instant.

The west wind stepped back in shock, but saw a sharp blade resting on the woman's neck. She knelt on her knees, her gentle eyes still looked at the little girl standing in the distance tenderly, with a sorrowful smile, her red lips moved slightly.

The long sword broke its throat and blood splashed its eyes.

"--Xifeng, leave here and go back to the world."

"mother--"

The west wind trembled violently, waking up from a nightmare.

There was a robe next to her, and she encircled her whole body with her hands: "What's wrong?"

"Why did you go? You said you wouldn't go." Xifeng scolded, reached out and hugged him, his tears twirling in his eyes, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "You lie."

"I didn't go." Qingyuan frowned, he was always there.

Xifeng buried his head in front of his chest and didn't want him to see his red eyes. She said: "Must find a small fire. The small fire is left by my mother. It can't die, it can't die ..."

"Small fire is fine." Qing Yuan didn't know what nightmare she had, but it must have been a nightmare. "It's not bad."

Westwind meal: "Not bad?"

Qingyuan once again sensed the spirit of Xiao Huo and nodded: "Jumping alive."

Westwind stiffly collected tears and worries: "All are stupid."

With a finger flick, the tears on his cheeks were wiped away by him. Qingyuan wiped away the tears on her face, uneasy. Why did you cry, is the dream so terrible, can scare people cry?

That may not be a dream.

Qingyuan shook her throat and slammed her shoulders.

"Are you going to die?"

Click.

The force was too great, and the west wind's shoulders made two loud and crisp sounds.

"..."

Qingyuan, who was beaten up, really didn't understand why Xifeng cursed again, and he always cursed her.

Xifeng's hand could not be lifted. He was almost crushed by him just now. This fool can't control his strength. She sagged her shoulders and walked beside him, and her heart was tight as soon as he saw her, fearing that he would break another pound.

"Master Qinglong, you have boundless power, you can poke the big monster with one finger, so can you be gentle to me, a little mortal?" Xifeng gave him a little finger, "just a little bit."

"Oh." Qing Yuan said, "I thought you were going to die."

Xifeng couldn't help laughing and crying: "I'm going to die. With so much effort, you're not afraid that I'm really being held to death by you."

Qingyuan said silently, "I'm worried."

Xifeng blinked gently, blinked, and blushed again. She really wanted to ask him if you like me or not, if you say you like me, I promise to lay eggs for you, okay?

"You're dead, I'm going to get lost in the world." Qingyuan was even more worried. "There is no money, no buns to eat, no inn stay, no careless monsters dare to approach me, bored, and probably have to go back and seal themselves again "He's patting her head seriously," So you can't die. "

"..." like a fart, just as her guide. Xifeng put away his careful thoughts, and said with a smile, "When you go out from the demon world, you have to go to Jiuxiao to get me some jewellery, otherwise I won't be your guide."

"Oh, alright."

Xifeng suddenly felt at ease. The beautiful man did not like her. At least the beautiful man promised to give her small money. This is also possible.

The two followed the high priest who had gone out early in the morning and had a chat for a long while before finally seeing him stop in front of a shop.

That's a shop selling ... selling pastries? Xifeng twisted his eyebrows and thought about it. There must be a passage leading to the secret place.

Then the two saw the high priest who wrapped himself in a hemp ball bought a box of pastries, gave the money, and left.

Westwind scratched his head: "Why is this old man so strange that he came here to buy it earlier."

The two kept on tracing and found that he returned to the house again, so that the west wind almost didn't go up and beat him, let her follow her in vain, she didn't eat dinner or breakfast, starved to death!

Under the cover of Qingyuan, the high priest had no idea that someone was following him. He carried the food box into the mansion and walked through the courtyards. He was tired after the west wind. An old man living alone still lives in such a big house, and instead of her, she only needs a small hut and a small yard, so she can move.

The high priest walked inside until he passed through the courtyard where he lived, and Westwind realized the strangeness.

I bought it earlier but I did n’t eat it myself. Who is it for?

small fire? Xifeng was surprised: "Are Xiaohuo and the high priest relatives?"

"Small fire is an ancient beast, there is no father and mother." Qing Yuan said, "And the small fire is not inside."

"Oh, it made me happy for a while, thinking that a big man could be a backer."

Qingyuan raised his eyebrows: "I, I."

Why don't you keep him as a big man, and always want to find people outside.

He doesn't understand.

The high priest was still walking inside, and the west wind was really starving to death.

I don't know how long he walked, he finally stopped in front of a yard, carrying the food box and didn't continue to walk, knocked on the corner: "Yue'er, Yue'er? Are you there, I bought you your favorite breakfast early." "

"I'm not here."

"... Then I came in."

"I said I'm not here!"

When the corner of the high priest's mouth was pulled, he stepped forward. When he appeared, a white and pretty girl jumped out. Her eyes were like the moon. She gasped: "No entry!"

"Wow, this girl looks really beautiful, and her eyes are so beautiful." The west wind squatting on the wall with Qing Yuan saw him watching and poked his arm. "It's so beautiful, without blinking. "

Qingyuan nodded: "Pretty."

Xifeng snorted, and he said again: "It turns out that Xiaohei is called Yue'er."

"Yeah, it's called Yue'er." Westwind said, "Who ???? Who is she ????"

"Little Black."

"..."

Xifeng was surprised, Xiao Hei turned out to be such a beautiful girl!