The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Xie Qi was completely speechless and could only sulk. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that this person named Xu was really annoying.

He and Xie Yu have been fighting for many years, and they have been defeated and defeated again and again.

But apart from Xie Yu, this was the first time he suffered a loss from an outsider.

Every time he provoked Xu Yuan, he would be unlucky for the whole day. In anger, he would provoke Xu Yuan again, and he would be unlucky again... Don't think that he doesn't know that this seemingly innocent guy must be causing trouble behind the scenes! For this reason, Xie Qi spent a lot of money to ask friends from all walks of life to find out the details of this guy.

Just today, a message came from Master Puxin of Hanyun Temple. A certain pilgrim helped find a servant who had been in the Xu family for many years, and learned a secret from him.

——Despite Xu Yuan's gentle and elegant appearance, he has been suffering from madness since he was a child. He has been locked up alone since he was a child. Except for the servants who deliver meals every day, it is said that even the Xu family has never seen him. Several sides.

The Xu family was destroyed, but this man escaped alive and pretended to be a human being, and was treated as a distinguished guest by the Xie family.

Xie Qi must find a way to expose him and make him get out in disgrace! Of course, if this kid turns around in time, gives up on Xie Yu, and stands on his side.

He might consider it.

There is probably no one in Xishan County who would not recognize the Xie family's carriage.

Therefore, along the way, there were no thieves, no troublemakers, and no vulgar plot of a hero saving a beauty. All in all, the two of them arrived at Hanyun Temple smoothly.

"Master Puxin!" Hanyun Temple was like incense, and there were only a few young monks guarding the main hall.

Xie Qi walked through the main hall with familiarity and went straight to the back hall, calling the abbot's name.

"Where is the person you are talking about?" A door in the back hall was opened, and an old monk wearing cassocks and a white beard wandered out: "My little friend, you are here so quickly.

So, that Xu Tanyue is here too? "Master, what do you want from me?" "Behind Xie Qi, a young man in green clothes and black hair came in with a warm smile on his face, and his face was a little pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

His steps were neither light nor heavy, and he seemed to have some cultivation, but only a few.

The old monk's gaze immediately focused on him, his eyes shining brightly: "Is this Xu Tanyue?" Xie Qi, however, was too lazy to waste any time and couldn't wait to ask: "Master Puxin, why are you talking nonsense with this guy?

Where is the person you wrote about in your letter? "Haha, little friend, don't be impatient."

Follow me.

" After taking another look at Yan Weilou, it seemed that his identity was finally confirmed. Master Puxin immediately led the two of them towards the back mountain.

Xie Qi secretly made a gesture to Yan Weilou to make him look good, but the young man in Tsing Yi next to him was indifferent and just followed silently, as if he was in a trance.

...Well, that’s a bit weird.

Originally, Yan Weilou thought that Xie Qi had really found the servants who had served Xu Yuan - there were only a few people in total, and they were all old acquaintances of his previous life.

Therefore, he agreed to come.

Since those people were lucky enough to survive and did not die in Wuhen's hands, it was up to him, an old acquaintance, to send them on their way.

But now it seems that something is not quite right.

While deep in thought, the two of them were led outside a remote courtyard, and the Puzhi master opened the courtyard door first.

“People are in there.

"Xie Qi, who was already a little impatient, his eyes lit up and he immediately rushed in.

...a quarter of an hour later.

Xie Qi: Who am I? Where am I? I'm here to be the king or something? Just after the two of them entered the courtyard, there was no trace of the so-called servants of the Xu family. Instead, many masters suddenly appeared, and the ones with the lowest cultivation level were also shackles.

Master Puxin, who was a secretive person, suddenly showed his cultivation in the realm of insight.

Suddenly surrounded by this group of people, no matter how stupid Xie Qi was, he knew something was wrong. He wanted to run away immediately, but was beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. The boy named Xu was even more cowardly. When they came around, they raised their hands and surrendered.

In the yard, the two people who were put down on the ground looked at each other.

One had a bruised nose and swollen face, and his face was blank; the other was unscathed and thoughtful.

...Sure enough, in his impression, this Second Young Master Xie did not seem to have that kind of ability, and he could actually mobilize people to find the Xu family's surviving servants in the vast sea of ​​people.

It seems that most of the so-called witnesses are fake, but the people behind the scenes learned that Xie Qi was trying to find out the secrets of the Xu family, so they used this excuse to take the initiative to lure them over.

However, what is this person’s purpose? Chapter 59 Return (13) With two "clicks", both of their wrists were directly locked up with dark iron chains, and they became completely prisoners.

"What do you want to do? It's best to let me go.

I really thought that the Xie family’s reputation in Xishan County was just blown away! " Xie Qi's angry shouts rang out in the small courtyard.

It's not that he has no brains, it's just that he has interacted with Master Puxin more than once. If the other party really wanted to take his life, he would have done it long ago. Why lead him here in such a roundabout way? Look at these people just surrounding the two of them, without making any next move.

Xie Qi became even more certain that the other party probably wanted to blackmail the Xie family or had other purposes.

It shouldn't hurt his life for the time being.

Therefore, Xie Qi was confident.

However, he was obviously relieved too early.

Not long after, a man dressed as a young monk ran in from outside the courtyard. He glanced at Yan Weilou, as if he was confirming something, and whispered with Master Pu Xin, as if he had confirmed Yan Weilou's identity through some channel.

The kind-looking Master Pu Xin smiled.

The reason why he temporarily spared Xie Qi's life was that he was worried that the person he attracted was not "Xu Yuan", so he had to take action again, and perhaps he would have to use Xie Qi as a tool.

However, since the fish was not caught in the wrong place, there was no need to keep the bait! Pu Xin winked at the side.

"Pu Xin, your uncle! I believe in your lies! You wait, wait for my father to come back--" Xie Qi, who knew nothing, was still shouting and yelling, until he was a little dry from scolding over and over again, but a warning suddenly appeared in his heart.

He subconsciously raised his head, and saw that among the people who had been guarding around with an expressionless face, someone stepped forward like lightning and took up the long knife at his waist.

The movements were natural and smooth, as simple as a butcher cutting pork.

Clang! The long knife was unsheathed, and Xie Qi widened his eyes in horror, losing his voice in fear.

At this moment, the only thing he could see was the knife coming at him.

The sudden fear was like a cold air from the far north, freezing him from head to toe, and he could only watch the knife coming at him.

"Ah——" The knife flashed, and Xie Qi closed his eyes tightly.

But the expected pain did not appear, but a crisp sound of metal clashing suddenly rang in Xie Qi's ears.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Weilou, who had been sitting quietly beside him just now, stood up at some point and raised a hand to block him in front of him, with a casual posture.

The sun was bright, casting a thin light on half of the boy's face.

His thin blue shirt fluttered in the wind. When one wrist was raised, the other hand naturally fell to his side. The black chain between his wrists was stretched into a line, colliding with the blade, splashing a spark.

From Xie Qi's perspective, he could only see half of his face and the boy's slightly raised lips.

He was actually smiling, a very calm smile, as if he had no fear at all.

At this moment, the atmosphere was almost frozen.