Chapter 580 Are You Possessed
The Yuxiao Sword in his arms was particularly heavy, and Balian was about to explain that he really did not need to use this sword to protect himself.
As the words reached his lips, the wild wind outside the cave picked up, one after another, blowing down the crazy weeds growing around the edge of the cave.
While the wild wind carries the fragrance of green grass mixed with the cool rain, it slowly penetrates and floats in a vague sense of blood.
This bloody feeling is particularly cold and strong, as if something dead has been dormant outside the cave entrance for a long time.
Balian's eyes changed slightly and he returned the sword calmly.
Wen Hanwei took the Yuxiao Sword and made eye contact with Ye Liang. Both of their eyes were as deep and cold as the night, with deep vigilance in their eyes.
The originally peaceful air suddenly became solemn.
Bailian's mood was also a little complicated. Just a moment ago, he said that with the old formation in the mountain, he could temporarily protect their peace.
But I never thought that a demon would discover this place so soon and have been waiting outside the cave for a long time.
If it hadn't been for the wind, no one in the cave would have noticed anything strange outside the cave.
Moreover, even now, the three of them can only capture the cold smell of blood spreading in the air.
But it is difficult to sense the aura of the true master.
It can be seen that the coming one is by no means simple.
There was no movement for a long time. There was a cold light in Wen Hanwei's eyes. She was about to stand up, but was pushed down by Bai Lian's hand.
He summoned Tiance Junshan and said in a deep voice: "I'll go out and take a look."
Now he has become the leader of the demon world. In this demon world, all demons except the Demon Lord, even if they are buried in the heart, , Milu and his ilk had to show some courtesy when they saw him.
It is far more appropriate for him to meet this distinguished guest for a while than for Wen Hanwei to come forward.
At this moment, the quietly burning bonfire suddenly jumped up for no reason, and the fire became fierce. The orange fire reflected the thin night, and a tall and slender outline was outlined in the cave entrance where the light and shadow were interlaced, and it approached gracefully. In the sight of the three people.
Bailian suddenly froze when he stood up, his eyes slowly opened wide, and he looked at the uninvited guest who was walking slowly with a look of shock.
In the dim light, the woman in purple clothes has a graceful silhouette, a bright face and smoky eyebrows, and her steps are as light as flowing clouds.
Her long black hair is tied back with a hairpin, and her black hair tied into a high ponytail flows down her shoulders like a waterfall, with countless strands, revealing a spotless air, which makes people feel Astonished at the sight.
The person who came was none other than Ning Feiyan, Sihe of the Demon Realm.
Ning’s eyes were filled with luster. Looking at Balian’s astonished look, she couldn’t help but curl her lips slightly, and her beautiful face showed an ambiguous smile:
“I’m concubine at the banquet at your return. I was still wondering why the purple robe on my young husband looked so familiar. I went back to the palace and looked through the closet today and realized that it was not the clothes I wore when I was traveling around. "
Wearing purple clothes with jade hairpins and purple jade tassels hanging from her waist, she is different from the usual blue silk hair.
Today she was dressed as a man with a high ponytail and was as handsome as a jade tree, which was very similar to the style of clothes that Balian wore that day.
It was just that it was raining lightly outside the cave at this time. She didn’t know how long she had been outside. The color of her purple clothes and hair was slightly darker, and she was obviously soaked by the rain.
Ning Feiyan’s lips were painted light red, and her eyebrows were curved: “My little husband, do you think I look as good as you in this outfit?”
When she spoke, her face always showed With a three-point smile, gentle and carefree.
But while she was smiling, a delicate hand made of white jade protruding from the edge of her sleeve was holding two bloody heads.
The head has messy hair and looks very similar to a human head. There are diagonal horns on the forehead, the skin is purple, and there are lines like fish scales on the face. It is clearly a high-level demon in the demon world. Will.
Seeing such a bloody beauty really makes people’s hearts tighten.
Ning Feiyan saw that Balian didn't say a word, but just stared at her with a frown.
She just thought that her uninvited appearance made everyone wary and unhappy.
Ning Feiyan smiled nonchalantly, raised the two bloody heads in his hands and shook them, his tone as relaxed as if he was introducing melons to everyone.
“This is the shadow demon, the best at tracking assassination methods. It is the demon that belongs to Erhe Zangxin. Yesterday Zianxin released the news about Tiangan Mountain in public. Do you think he was just telling you about it? That’s it? Even though I brought you into the demon world, how could I not doubt your origins and intentions because of my suspicious nature?”
Wen Hanwei did not let down her guard because of Ning Feiyan’s intimate gesture.
Although she did not know Mohe Suxi, she recognized that the person in front of her was Ning Feiyan, the fourth river in the demon world.
The coldness in her eyes never dissipated, and she immediately grasped the key point: "You said you brought him into the devil world?"
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ning Feiyan, who had a pleasant face, ignored Wen Hanwei and Ye Lian.
In a few steps, he closed the distance with Bailian, and a pair of watery eyes hooked at him: "My dear husband, don't underestimate the devil world. You see, you are so smart that you also left two Just a little tail? "
Zi!
There was a clear sound of the sword.
The campfire jumped chaotically.
The unsheathed Yuxiao Sword lay coldly in front of Ning Feiyan, stopping her from approaching Bailian.
Behind the sword blade, which was as cold as autumn water, was a pair of clear eyes without any ripples.
Those eyes were too clear, like a mirror, clearly reflecting the shadows of Ning Feiyan.
Ning Feiyan stopped and looked at Bai Lian with resentment: "My dear husband, I helped you solve two troubles, won't you praise me?"
Bai Lian Lian's head ached slightly when he looked at her smile.
Recently, the witch often addressed him by his first name, and most of the time she would change the boy's name. When teasing someone, the most outrageous one was the young boy.
I don’t know what kind of serious illness I got again today, but my old self has returned, and I have changed into the frivolous and casual tone when I first met Guishan.
Although she did do a good thing by taking care of the two shadow demons, why did he feel that Ning Feiyan's purpose of being here today was not that simple.
Seeing him looking like he was having a headache, Ning Feiyan's smile deepened in her eyes, waiting for him to take the initiative to question him.
She was in a very bad mood today, and the toy that could be used to amuse her to calm her mood was abandoned by her without permission and ran away. She was not happy, so naturally she would not let him get too comfortable.
Balian had a headache, but he frowned not because of her appearance here, but because of the two bloody heads in his hand. Seeing her still playing with them, his frown deepened.
He couldn't help but educate: "Don't play with everything in your hands. Throw it away quickly if it's dirty or not."
Ning Feiyan was disturbed by his reaction. For a moment, he subconsciously obeyed and threw away the two dirty things in his hands. Before she could react, Wen Hanwei, who was filled with murderous intent, inexplicably put away the sword in her hand and stepped away after looking at Bai Lian for some reason.
Ye Liang was surprised when he saw Wen Hanwei Zhige: "Junior sister Wen?"
Taixuan Jiujing actually sheathed his sword against the Demon River in the Demon Realm?
Wen Hanwei returned to the bonfire and added a few more dry wood to the fire, burning it even more intensely. The strong fire exuded a scorching warmth, and the damp and cold air in the cave also followed. A bit lighter.
Her amber eyes reflected the orange-red firelight, and she said calmly: "It doesn't matter if we are on our own."
Not to mention that the color of the leaf curtain changed at this time, even Ning Feiyan He couldn't help but be stunned, his expression became extremely exciting.
She was here to cause trouble today, how could she become one of their own with such stupid heads as the immortals?
At this time, Balian had already taken a clean handkerchief and wiped the blood from her fingers. Perhaps feeling the coldness of her palms, he took her sleeves and brought her to the bonfire to keep warm and sit down.
He looked at her pale and sickly face. He said meaningfully: "It seems that the magic power and the poison of the dragon didn't hurt you lightly enough, and you were still able to cover the mountains and wild fields. Let's just take advantage of the fact that there is still one day left for your return banquet. Tomorrow you will also challenge the burial of your heart." "
Once upon a time, it was normal for Ning Feiyan to hang out in various famous immortal sects as a human monk, and to sit in the same room and talk loudly with distinguished people from all walks of life.
But those self-proclaimed and noble nobles only knew that she was the seventh elder of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, but they did not know that she was actually the Lord of the Demonic River.
But at this moment, the lineup is particularly clear. No one in the cave knows her true identity. As the owner of the Demon River, she sits in a bonfire with these tribulation-transcending immortals. Next to her lies a person who was almost injured by her. The dying Master of the Eight Sutras.
She could actually hear such ridiculous and innocent words like "one of our own" from the Taixuan Nine Classics.
It’s ridiculous, even if you look at the entire demon world, it’s hard to find a demon who can claim to be one of her ‘ones’.
How dare she.
With these words alone, the Brahma Yin Sword Sutra of Tai Xuan Zong will be infamy in the world for thousands of years, and he will not be reincarnated.
Ning Feiyan, who loves to manipulate others, felt a little uncomfortable sitting here for some reason today.
So she decided to say something.
"Huh? I remember that the concubine lying over there is Jiachen, the Master of the Eight Classics of Taixuan Sect, right? What a surprise, he was poisoned by the bone butterfly demon poison, and he is still alive. I thought In another three years, I will be able to buy a new silkworm chrysalis toy.”
Ye Liang’s eyebrows immediately turned cold as he sat silently.
Wen Hanwei seemed to realize that there was actually some grudge between the river master in front of her and her senior brother.
Her little eyebrows twisted in confusion for a while, then she looked at the two round heads on the ground and immediately felt relieved.
"As for the fact that you hurt Senior Brother Jiachen, I will have a fight with you in the future to find a way for him. But you helped us today and you are my child's friend. You are injured, so I will naturally I won’t take advantage of someone’s crisis to attack you.”
Ning Feiyan feels that this woman’s brain structure is really strange.
If the grudges between good and evil can be distinguished so simply and clearly, why would the immortals and demons have been fighting for hundreds of thousands of years since ancient times.
I don’t know why, although Mingming Wen Hanwei’s words and words are old-fashioned and clear in grudges, it is very easy to make people like her.
But Ning Feiyan was extremely upset when she heard it. She was good at dealing with those self-satisfied, deceitful, hypocritical, and evil and wanton villains.
But for people like Wen Hanwei who have such a deceitful mind, they are really helpless.
Ning Feiyan finally figured it out. In fact, for Wen Hanwei, it didn't matter whether the eighth senior brother was injured or not, as long as he was still alive, recovery would be a matter of time.
My fellow disciples competed in martial arts, and some were so injured that they couldn't get out of bed.
Beheading the shadow demon and solving their troubles, she didn't care much about the good intentions. Why didn't she say that she helped her when she raised the sword with murderous intent just now so as not to take advantage of others' danger.
After all, it was Balian who really mattered to her and could easily change her attitude.
Just because she thought she was Balian's friend, she put away her defense and hostility without reservation.
It’s not that there is a clear distinction between grievances and grudges, it’s just that we live a very pure life.
But Ning Feiyan had a big doubt in her heart. How did this guy think she would be that kid's friend?
When she was puzzled, she saw Wen Hanwei using her Yuxiao Sword to turn over a few sweet potatoes with crispy skins from the campfire, picked up a sweet potato, peeled it and handed it to Ning Feiyan.
It can be seen that she is not good at doing this kind of warm daily communication. Her movements of carefully peeling the potatoes are extremely clumsy, and several pieces of burnt skin are stained on the soft and waxy flesh of the potatoes.
The perfectly roasted sweet potatoes were peeled by her like a dog chewing them.
Ning Feiyan didn’t accept it for a moment, and it didn’t matter if he didn’t. She looked at Wen Hanwei blankly: "What are you doing?"
Wen Hanwei forcefully stuffed the sweet potato into Ning Fei In the hand of the cigarette, there was clearly good intention in his demeanor, but he had a cold face, and his voice had a hint of kindness. It means a warning: "
But one code equals the other, you can be friends with my child, but he is our Taixuanzong's son-in-law, so don't shout randomly in the future."
< br>Ye Liang was like lightning, covering her mouth in shock and looking at Wen Hanwei in disbelief.
How could her little junior sister's enlightenment happen so suddenly and so directly and boldly?
I thought it was showing tolerance and acceptance, but turned out to be declaring sovereignty?
After hearing these words of shock like a silent thunderbolt, Bailian almost fell into the bonfire. He looked at Wen Hanwei, whose expression was extremely serious and not joking, and there seemed to be thousands of horses galloping in his heart.
What does she mean by this?
The solemn warning made Ning Feiyan stunned for a moment, but soon, a smile like honey slowly appeared in her eyes.
Ning Feiyan's favorite thing was to fight for love and set the harem on fire.
She slowly ate the sweet potato in her hand like a dog chewing it. Her lips were stained with a seductive honey color. Her naturally affectionate eyes glanced at the remaining sweet potatoes placed on the stone platform. There was a trace of residual blood on the empty cup.
Ning Feiyan looked at Bailian with her chin in her hands, her eyes full of pity and almost overflowing with emotion: "Look at me, becoming the son-in-law of Taixuanzong is really not that interesting. Even feeding you is not enough. So perfunctory, so what if I feed you something fresh and hot? ? I can’t bear to ask you to eat these scraps.”
As she said that, she raised her hands and gently pulled back her collar, revealing a fair section of her hair. On the neck and snow-white shoulders, light blue blood vessels are hidden under the soft skin.
Under Wen Hanwei's cold gaze, she "shamelessly" moved forward and got very close to Bai Lian.
"My dear husband..." The three words came out softly and softly, like a low voice, and the tone was soft and lingering: "Look, if you are hungry, I will give it to you to eat, but it is fresh." ?”
After Balian’s death He lowered his head and stared at the succubus woman who suddenly became charming for no reason. He calmed down and said: "Are you possessed by evil spirits? Please be normal."
Wen Xiaoyang: I heard that some people think that I am related to A Jing’s character design overlaps? ? ? ?
(End of this chapter)