The Demon Lord has too many aliases

"I'm fine.

"Xu Xinghan finally realized something and quickly explained, "I just overexerted myself and there was some backlash in my body.

"...Your pulse doesn't look like an ordinary backlash."

"Yan Weilou frowned slightly, showing a hint of suspicion.

After all, Su Xinghan took action to save him just now. He couldn't help but warn, "In the future, we just have to do things according to our ability. In fact, I have my own way of dealing with it just now."

"Just throw out the Qiankun Dao Diagram:.

As if sensing Yan Weilou's thoughts, the Dao Diagram of Qiankun in his sleeve jumped unhappily, and a childish voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Huh!" Yan Weilou's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he chose to ignore it for the time being, but still looked at Su Xinghan seriously.

Under his gaze, Su Xinghan couldn't help lowering his head, looking at his toes, and said "Hmm" "I was just in a hurry, so I did this subconsciously.

"——From now on... I will try my best to exercise restraint."

" His tone was really difficult.

As he spoke, he slightly raised his head and looked at Yan Weilou. Those dark eyes were like a starless and moonless night sky, with a kind of pure beauty.

He looks cute and innocent.

Yan Weilou was speechless for a while.

Before Yan Weilou could speak, the childish voice sounded again, "Bang!" To use the power of heaven and earth that you cannot control in a moment of urgency is simply asking for death! fool! How stupid! Are all humans so stupid? Even us Eldar become stupid when we become humans? 』A trace of thought flashed across Yan Weilou's eyes, and he once again chose to ignore the owner of the voice. Instead, he looked deeply at Su Xinghan and asked, "Mingguang, what you just used is the heaven and earth that can be controlled freely by heaven and man." "Power?" "I also used a special secret method.

"Xu Xinghan's eyebrows relaxed, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his tone was uncharacteristically relaxed, even a little unlike him.

“…So there’s some backlash.

He asked again, "By the way, has the Sky Demon Gu Feng been solved?" " Yan Weilou picked up the little chicken in his left hand that seemed to have been roasted naked and shook it, smiling happily, "Well, it's solved! Maybe we can try some game tonight. I haven't tried phoenix meat yet.

"That's good, Ayan, you go first."

"A faint smile appeared on Su Xinghan's pale face. He stood straight and straight on the spot with a solemn expression. "I had something to ask the Tianzong people to handle before, but I haven't heard back yet.

" Yan Weilou agreed, "That's good.

I'll go ahead and see you at Lucky Casino later.

” He turned and left without hesitation.

Take one step, two steps, three steps...and then suddenly look back.

The moonlight shone faintly, and the man in white stood motionless, his figure as tall and tall as a green bamboo, but for some reason he looked particularly weak and lonely.

With the eyesight of Yan Weilou, the great master of Taoism, he could clearly see his suddenly pale face.

Xu Xinghan stood motionless.

Gradually, cracks spread on the skin covered by his snow-white collar. The fine cracks started from under the collarbone and gradually climbed up to his neck.

Like a flawless piece of porcelain about to break, it looks beautiful and weird.

At the same time, wisps of white air traveled over these cracks, slowly repairing his body.

Xu Xinghan stood there blankly, feeling as if he was drunk, and his eyes were dizzy.

Unconsciously, his body tilted to the side, but suddenly he fell into a warm embrace.

He blinked his eyes in confusion, then raised his eyes sluggishly, his mind working slowly, and it took him a long time to realize what had happened.

"Ayan...it's you.

" Recognizing this face so close, Su Xinghan's eyes panicked, and he subconsciously reached out his hand to cover the other person's eyes. "Ugly, don't look at it! "..." Yan Weilou was silent for a few seconds, letting him cover his eyes with his hands, and did not ask Su Xinghan's secret. He only said, "I thought about it carefully again. In light of your current state, Mingguang, It's not safe to be alone, so let's go together.

” He picked up the person and flew away into the night.

·Beside the lake where there were corpses everywhere, a trembling hand stretched out from the corpses on the ground, and then the whole body slowly sat up.

"Hey... at least take me with you..." Ji Muyue coughed out a mouthful of blood, stretched out her hand to greet him from afar, and looked at the retreating figure under the moonlight with a helpless tone.

"I was also seriously injured. It's not safe to be alone..." Chapter 90 We will meet again (12) The night wind was cold and ice and snow fell occasionally.

But the hand covering Yan Weilou's face was colder than ice and snow, and three points more delicate than jade.

This was the first time that Yan Weilou saw such a childish side of Su Xinghan. The other person's state at this time was different from before. His reaction was slow, but he still remembered not to peek. He was so childish and cute! Along the way, Yan Weilou didn't try to take away Su Xinghan's hand, nor did he specifically use his consciousness to scan his face.

After placing the person on the bed in the guest room, Su Xinghan seemed to finally wake up, and withdrew his hand with a "swish", and his back straightened instantly.

Thinking that he was acting like a child just now so as not to be seen, his face showed a bit of confusion.

"Ayan, I..." He sat back on the bed, his crow-feather-like black hair hanging down from the side of his face, making his face look even paler than porcelain.

Half of the face is shockingly beautiful, while the other half has a few fine cracks, adding a bit of enchantment to this beauty.

However, once anyone's eyes touched the young man's pure eyes with a hint of helplessness, these feelings disappeared, and they would only feel extremely distressed and worried.

Although Yan Weilou's heart was much harder than that of ordinary people and was not so easily touched, he was not so hard-hearted and heartless after all.

Seeing that Su Xinghan seemed a little uncomfortable, he raised his hand to stop Su Xinghan from speaking, and did not ask any more questions.

Everyone has secrets, why bother to delve into them! "Mingguang, you should rest assured to heal your wounds first. If you need any help, just speak up.

As for other things, it's not too late to talk about it later.

" After giving some instructions, Yan Weilou poured out a lot of pills from the Qiankun Ring, which he didn't know whether they would help the other party, and then left the guest room and closed the door considerately.

When he arrived at another room prepared for himself, as soon as the door was closed, Yan Weilou's eyes suddenly turned cold and stern.

He raised his hands and threw out two shadows from his sleeves, one on the left and one on the right, and they landed on the table with two "pa chi" sounds.

On the left was a black, bald little chicken, which looked very weak. After falling on the table with a weak breath, it flapped its wings a few times with great effort, flew half a foot high and fell down; on the right was a roll of "bamboo slips" rolled into a cylinder, the material was like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade, and the surface was shining with a layer of strange white light.

"Okay, you two, tell the truth!" Yan Weilou's eyes first looked at the Qiankun Daotu: "If I remember correctly, it was you who was talking before? What do you mean by those words?" Then his eyes swept to the little chicken that kept jumping on the table and trying to fly away: "And you, Tianyao Gufeng, how did you get sealed in Fenghuan City? Besides, as an ancient demon king, you must know a lot of secrets that are useful to me, right?" There was silence in the room.

The Qiankun Daotu lay quietly on the table, even the original magical white light was restrained, looking like an ordinary bamboo slip, without any response to Yan Weilou's intention.

...You know, this human almost used it as a shield to block the attack before.

Humph! Do you really think that this artifact of creation has no temper! The Qiankun Daotu did not move, and the little chicken shook its wings, "slap" and fell back on the table, his eyes rolled up and "fainted".