Chapter 163: The Successor of the Sword Demon
The Flower of the Other Side, as colorful as the abyss, floats quietly in the air, as if it has absorbed all the shadows in the world. In the darkness, it exudes a cold and glamorous luster that can't be seen thousands of miles away.
Wisps of deep blood were peeled off from the cold corpses, intertwined and merged with each other, and poured into Zhang Queer's body.
With the infusion of blood, wisps of black mist began to appear under the girl's skin. The black mist swirled and flowed between her blood vessels, like a dark river hidden in the blood vessels. .
The girl's face looked increasingly pale in the dim light and shadow, but it also revealed a strange, enchanting and pure beauty.
"What is this?"
Jiang Shouzhong looked confused.
Only Mengniang looked horrified - she saw three other shore flowers at the Demon Lord's place before, and she had a pink one herself.
“Don’t touch.”
Due to fear that Jiang Shouzhong would touch the black Bianhua flower, Mengniang reminded her quickly.
At this time, a figure slowly fell from the sky.
She is a beautiful woman.
The long hair almost hangs to the ground, the elegant blue slit dress reveals the long legs, and the front of the chest is white, the dress is very bold.
It is the cave owner of the Blood Spirit Cave, Lou Wanmo.
She looked at the girl protected by the Bianhua flower with a strange expression and murmured: "You have chosen such a girl."
Seeing Jiang Shouzhong looking at her with a wary expression, Lou Wanmo didn't bother to talk nonsense. He flipped up his long hair and said lightly: "This girl is the person designated by the Demon Lord. I want to take her away."
Demon Lord?
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned, then frowned.
What the hell is this demon aunt doing?
"I don't want to fight with you, but if you insist on blocking it and ruin the Demon Lord's affairs, don't blame me for being merciless." Although Lou Wanmo said to Jiang Shouzhong, his eyes were looking at Meng mother.
She didn't know that the Demon Lord was in Jiang Shouzhong, but she had met Meng Niang before.
When she was talking to the Demon Lord, Meng Niang was hiding nearby. As for what Meng Niang and Demon Lord said later, she didn't know. But it is enough to show that Mengniang is most likely also a subordinate of Demon Lord.
“She belongs to the Demon Lord.”
Meng Niang said to Jiang Shouzhong.
Jiang Shouzhong lowered his guard, but then said coldly: "This girl will only follow me from now on, not you. As for what plans the Demon Lord has, that's her business, I will tell you personally She explained. ”
"Explain it to her personally?"
Hearing this, Lou Wanmo sneered.
Does this guy think the Demon Lord is the aunt on the street? See you if you want?
But seeing Meng Niang, Lou Wanmo was not sure about the relationship between Jiang Shouzhong and the Demon Lord for a while. Just when she hesitated, a soft and weak voice sounded, "I'll go with you."
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.
He looked down at the girl who had woken up in his arms.
Zhang Queer looked at the charming and confusing Bianhuahua in front of him and said softly: "Everyone has his own path. Erliang's path is white, and my path can only be black. "
The girl stretched out her hand and touched the black Higan flower.
Jiang Shouzhong wanted to raise his hand to stop her, but seeing the determination in the girl's eyes, his raised hand hung in the air.
Jiang Shouzhong knew very well that the girl in his arms was a very independent person.
Also very stubborn.
Even if he came this time and none of these tragedies happened, Zhang Queer would not go with her.
It's like practicing swordsmanship.
She thinks it is right. Even if the opponent is Yan Changqing, she will stick to her own training method and never change it.
Zhang Queer gently touched the flower of the other side.
The long and narrow petals bloom slowly, flowing with a faint purple-black luster. The flowers continued to rotate, shrink, and gradually gathered towards the girl's eyebrows, and finally were imprinted on the girl's eyebrows.
In an instant, there was a dark aura about the girl.
This aura is more like a ghostly aura growing in the flower of hell, like an undercurrent flowing upstream from the Nine Nether Yellow Spring, strange and mysterious.
"Have you thought about it? I will support you."
Jiang Shouzhong said softly.
Zhang Queer, who had recovered most of his injuries with the help of Bianhua, got up from the man's arms, slightly raised his pale and delicate face, and smiled beautifully: "But after all, I am not Erliang."
The heavy rain has gradually begun. Pause, just a few scattered raindrops fall from the sky.
The blood-red sunset flows out from the thick gaps in the clouds.
The train of the girl's skirt fluttered gently, like a black lotus blossoming in a bloody world.
Jiang Shouzhong was sad.
Two liang is two liang.
Zhang Queer can only be Zhang Queer.
Even if my wings are broken, I still want to fly to a higher place.
"As expected of the Demon Lord, I will accept you as a disciple even without the Demon Lord's instructions."
Lou Wanmo's beautiful eyes sparkled, as if he had discovered A rare treasure in the world, shining with joy and expectation.
She glanced at the frightened Wen Tong, then looked at the little black monster pinned by the flying sword, and said to Jiang Shouzhong:
"They are one of the eight major forces of the demon clan, disciples of Guilin." . He is good at raising imps, which are a kind of demon infants, and we rely on this to improve our cultivation. We in the Blood Spirit Cave are considered evil cultivators, and these guys are even more evil than us. Killing each other within the sect is nothing new."
Wen Tong's head was buzzing at the moment.
Listening to their conversation, it turned out that they were both the cave master of the Blood Spirit Cave and the Demon Lord... Wen Tong regretted extremely, he should not have appeared here if he had known earlier.
He forced a smile and stammered in a trembling voice: "Everyone...Your Majesty, I...I was just passing by and had nothing to do with this place. I didn't do anything."< br>
"It's okay, I will let you go peacefully."
A faint but cold smile appeared on the corners of Zhang Queer's lips, and she slowly stretched out her white hands. In an instant, a huge black flower bloomed quietly behind him.
Countless black filaments were tied around Wen Tong's body.
The latter's skin shrank little by little and eventually turned into a pile of ashes.
On the other side, Fu Huren, who was pierced by a flying sword but still had a breath left, tried his best to maintain his weak breathing. Seeing this horrifying scene, his eyes were full of fear, revealing a deep-seated fear.
In an instant, those black threads were tied to his body.
"As for you, I will let you die slower."
Zhang Queer said with a smile.
Her only act of kindness was to be merciful for the sake of two liang, but she almost died in exchange. At that moment, Zhang Queer's heart was bleeding.
Fu Huren's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to utter words of begging for mercy, but he could only squeeze out a few low hoarse moans from the depths of his throat.
In the end, amid desperate screams, his body rotted away bit by bit and was reduced to a pile of ashes like Wen Tong.
As he died, the little black demon also turned into a pool of blood.
Zhang Queer came to Long Yuanyuan, who had turned into a corpse, with a look of horror still on his face.
Zhang Queer stopped looking at her and smiled at Jiang Shouzhong silently: "Are you even more disgusted with me now?"
"I don't hate you. If you really hate me, you just hate me before. I should force you to stay." Jiang Shouzhong said seriously. "And I still said that, if you are willing to follow me, I will support you for the rest of your life."
Zhang Queer laughed, but the smile was very bitter.
She asked: "Where is Erliang?"
Jiang Shouzhong said: "I am anxious to chase you, so I asked Meng Niang to bring me here. Erliang and the others have temporarily arranged it in a safer place. Meng Niang put traps and spells there, nothing will happen.”
“You shouldn’t have come,” Zhang Queer said sadly.
Indeed, whether Jiang Shouzhong comes or not, the black flower will save the girl.
And Zhang Queer will still choose to leave.
Would not change any results.
Jiang Shouzhong joked: "At least act like a hero to save the beauty, right. Although it's a little late."
Zhang Queer smiled sweetly: "Jiang Mo, you can't really I thought I wanted to marry you. I just wanted to make you sad before I died and think about me more in the future. In fact, I don’t like you at all, and I don’t want to be your little wife in the future.” >
"It doesn't matter." Jiang Shouzhong said with a smile, "I have many wives anyway, and you are one of them."
Zhang Queer bit her thin lips lightly, her expression showing a bit of annoyance.
Meng Niang watched with interest.
Well, it is indeed interesting to eat melon on the spot.
"Let's go, I will be the one to say goodbye this time." Zhang Queer said calmly, with a bit of relief in his expression, "Whether we can meet again depends on fate, maybe... this is the last time ”
"Goodbye" in this world sometimes means never seeing each other again.
It’s just that neither party realized it at the time.
Jiang Shouzhong nodded, suddenly walked up to the girl, looked at Zhang Queer's blood-stained but still pure face, and said seriously: "Little Queer, you must live well. As long as you are still alive, I will I will definitely chase you and make you my wife.”
The girl was in a daze, a blush on her cold face, but she didn’t say anything.
Jiang Shouzhong grabbed the opponent's slender wrist, hooked the girl's young little finger, and then lightly touched the opponent's thumb with his own thumb, like a spring breeze blowing through the girl's heart lake, ripples lightly. .
The corners of the man's mouth raised slightly: "That's it."
Jiang Shouzhong turned and left, disappearing from the girl's sight with Meng Niang.
Zhang Queer stared at his thumb blankly, the corners of his mouth curled up.
The smile seemed to ripple from the bottom of my heart, spreading along the picturesque eyebrows to the bright cheeks, then slowly sliding to the corners of the mouth, and finally settling on the curved arc.
Poetry and picturesque, girlish feelings.
After burying his uncle Kuang Tianguang, Zhang Queer followed Lou Wanmo away.
Before leaving, she looked back at the cobweb-encrusted plaque hanging on the temple gate - Wu'an Temple.
No shore, no shore, no shore to look back...
Since there is no shore, then I will not look back!
Zhang Queer turned and left.
Lou Wanmo smiled and said: "Your name is Xiao Que'er, right? I will be your master from now on."
"I have a master."
Zhang Que'er said lightly, "That's it. , It won’t happen again in the future.”
Lou Wanmo’s face was a little stiff, but looking at the other party’s indifferent expression, he said helplessly: “Okay, then I will be your leader, and we won’t care about that anymore.” "Yeah, I forgot to ask, what's your last name?"
The girl was silent.
Recalling these past events, the girl felt a touch of sadness in her heart.
She looked up at the sky and said secretly: "Father, mother, sister... let that kind little Que'er accompany you from now on. Zhang Que'er is dead. From today on, there will be no more Zhang Que'er. "I'm sorry."
Seeing that the girl didn't want to answer, Lou Wanmo stopped asking.
After a long time, the girl turned her head and smiled as brightly as a flower, "My name is Jiang Que."
Lou Wanmo was stunned and nodded with a smile, "What a good name."
From now on, in the demon world, there will be Qu Hongling, and you, Jiang Que, secretly... It depends on you two whether you can unify the demon clan.
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Beijing, by Huailan Lake.
The woman Jiang Yi looked at the rebuilt Golden Buddha and tutted: "How else can we say that the monk has a lot of money? This Golden Buddha statue is free of money. Every bad one is built one by one."
Next to him, Yan Changqing looked at the bottom of the lake, his eyes flickering.
"What? You really plan to release that fox demon, but you have to think clearly about the consequences."
Jiang Yi frowned slightly. "When the time comes, I will not accompany you as a sinner. I still want to live a few more days."
Yan Changqing said: "Do you think Li Guanshi will lie to me?"
Jiang Yi rolled her eyes, "How do I know? Anyway, you should consider the consequences."
Yan Changqing unscrewed the wine cork, smelled it, and said with a smile: "I, Yan Changqing, never pay attention to the consequences when doing things. But now I It needs to be investigated clearly to avoid being taken advantage of.”
Jiang Yi smiled, suddenly remembered something, and asked instead: "Jiang Mo or Erliang, who is your real disciple?"
"Erliang."
Yan Changqing He said calmly.
The corner of Jiang Yi's lips curled up slightly, and she stretched out her slender finger and shook it, "I didn't tell the truth. If it were really Erliang, you wouldn't have let Zhang Que'er secretly learn your swordsmanship. It's just me. I don’t understand, aren’t you afraid that the girl will go crazy? That girl is very cruel, whether to others or to herself.”
Yan Changqing looked at the red sky and was silent for a long time. , said calmly: "Sword Demon, Sword Demon, if you don't become a demon, how can you practice swordsmanship?"
Jiang Yi narrowed her eyes, "Interesting, there will be one more female sword demon in the future."
(End of Chapter)