Urban Demon Slayer

With just a few punches, Lu Jun was beaten until his nose was bruised and blood splattered.

As the Demon Emperor, Lu Jun's strength is not bad, but the biggest problem is that he doesn't dare to fight back.

Yes, dare not fight back!

He knew that no matter what it was, the demon ancestor and the other demon emperors would never stand on his side. Even if there was a lot of anger in his chest, he could only endure silently.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Feng Jiujiu kept throwing her pink fists, and Lu Jun finally couldn't hold it anymore. He fell to the ground with a "bang" and completely fainted.

However, Feng Jiujiu didn't think it was enough, and threw a bunch of feathers "swish", tying Lu Jun with blood all over his body.

"Lord Nanhuang, don't fight, you will die if you fight again!" There was a sound of "huhuhu" in the air, and a black vulture pierced through the night sky and flew over. This black vulture was originally the flying mount of the Yellow Lion King. After the Yellow Lion King died, it stayed by Feng Jiujiu's side.

No matter how low Lu Jun's status is, he is a demon emperor after all, and it is really unreasonable to kill him.

Feng Jiujiu took two breaths, glared at Lu Jun, returned to the top of the plane tree, and looked at Wang Qianchen who was in a coma. Feng Jiujiu stretched out her hand, touched Wang Qianchen's forehead, sniffed, and listened to her heartbeat.

"Essence, qi, and spirit are almost all burned out, what a ruthless samadhi!" Feng Jiujiu gritted her teeth, and if it really started, she wouldn't dare to fight Lu Jun's flames head-on, so she could only take guerrilla attacks from the side, not to mention Wang Qianchen, who only has the strength of the mountain!

"Lord Nanhuang, you seem to be very concerned about him..." Hei Vulture levitated on the side and said slightly resentfully.

The death of the Yellow Lion King had a lot to do with Wang Qianchen, so the Black Vulture always hated this person.

"He is my demon king, so of course I have to be concerned." Feng Jiujiu moved her hand to Wang Qianchen's stomach again, and she became more and more worried when she noticed that the internal fire was still burning.

...Your subordinates also had a demon king before, and I never cared so much.

Black Vulture complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it after all.

But Feng Jiujiu had already seen its meaning.

"Do you know why I'm called Feng Jiujiu?" Because of the birds, Feng Jiujiu also had a natural affinity for the black vulture, and asked while checking Wang Qianchen's injury.

"It seems... you are the ninth oldest in the family?" the black vulture asked uncertainly, these stories are quite popular among the monsters.

"Yes." Feng Jiujiu said, "I have eight brothers and sisters, so I'm called Feng Jiujiu, but none of them have any talent for cultivation. They died after living for hundreds of years. I have no relatives in this world. , until his appearance..."

Feng Jiujiu looked down at Wang Qianchen, and several previous encounters appeared in her mind.

"What's the point of bullying a little girl?"

"Call me brother."

"How is it, brother, isn't it amazing?"

...It was really embarrassing and speechless, but it made Feng Jiujiu really feel a touch of warmth.

"elder brother."

It's been a long time since Feng Jiujiu had forgotten what her relatives looked like, but the warmth and the harmony of a big family were deeply imprinted in her heart.

Of course, the Black Vulture didn't understand her state of mind, and just frowned slightly.

"Nine... Nine girls, how is my master?" At this moment, the bricks crawled out from behind Wang Qianchen's waist, claiming to be invulnerable to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and guns. , was also briefly in a coma, only to wake up now.

"It's very troublesome, everyone is almost burned out." Feng Jiujiu explained patiently.

"Haha, then I want to be free... No, what should I do now?" Banzhuan asked anxiously.

"I have to go to the East China Sea." Feng Jiujiu made a decisive decision: "There is a Zhang Hanyu bed in Bai Kuanghai, which can extinguish the internal fire that is still burning in his body. As for essence, qi, and spirit, he needs to recover slowly."

"Okay, okay, then let's go quickly!" Brick immediately drilled back into Wang Qianchen's lower back.

"Master Nanhuang, didn't you just have a fight with Donghuang before..." Hei Vulture asked nervously.

"Don't worry about it, send Lu Jun back, and wait for me here." Feng Jiujiu dropped a sentence, put Wang Qianchen on her back, and quickly flew towards the night sky.

The black vulture swooped down and carried Lu Jun, who had passed out, on his back.

One to the east and one to the north.

...

After all, Lu Jun suffered from skin injuries and had a topsy-turvy body. Soon after, he woke up and turned around.

"Who are you?" Lu Jun sat on the back of the black vulture and asked with his head lowered.

"Master Beihuang, I used to be the mount of the Lion King, and now I'm working under Master Nanhuang. Her old man asked me to send you back!" Lu Jun is a demon emperor after all, and the black vulture is of course to him Courtesy.

Lu Jun didn't say anything, looked at his body and found that there were still many cyan feathers stuck on his body, so he took them off piece by piece, the whole process was silent.

"Lord Beihuang, no matter what Lord Nanhuang treats you, I'm still very grateful to you, because I hate that White Dog King too!" Hei Vulture gritted his teeth.