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Chapter 8 Meeting(1/2)

The night is drooping and the moon is like water.

Above the eaves and corners, there was a man standing. The man was dressed in black and easily hid into the dark night, like a quiet crow.

A woman walked quietly behind her. She was wearing a slim figure and was wearing a pink embroidered pleated skirt. The hem of the skirt was swayed by the wind. It was obviously in such a cold weather, but she didn't look warm.

The man in black turned around and looked at her.

The woman presented a lamp and respectfully lowered her head, "This is the main soul gathering pot."

The man reached out to take it, looked around carefully, but didn't say anything.

The next second, the light was knocked over to the ground by him and broken into several petals. The cold wind of the night swept over and blew out a spark in the wick.

The man reached out and pinched the woman's chin hard. The force was so strong that he could even hear the creaking sound of the bones, and his whole body seemed even colder because of his anger:

"Fuck me with fake ones?"

Zhong Linlang, hiding in the dark, observed all this, knowing that something was going to be bad, and couldn't help but poke Fu Jingce next to him, "Why did he find out that the light was fake so quickly? I obviously spent a lot of effort!"

Fu Jingce nodded, "Just let him discover it."

But before his smile could be maintained for a while, Fu Jingce's sword scratched his face.

After all, half-demon body is hard to inherit the great throne.

"It's going to save your life." Fu Jingce explained.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow fell rapidly from the eaves.

Fu Jingce was also injured, and the blood from the wound oozed out, dyeing his black clothes dark, "For the sake of the demon jade."

"..." Zhong Linlang nodded solemnly, held the man in black's arm, and dragged it while walking.

The opening was pulled wider and wider. The man in black suppressed the pain and roared a few times, revealing his true form.

Zhong Linlang looked resistant, "What is this?"

"Can you still leave?" Fu Jingce came over and asked her again.

The man in black looked up at him stubbornly, "I am the guardian of Songyifang. Do you think I will agree?"

To be honest, Zhong Linlang doesn't like his frivolous attitude, and his eyes - cold, but stalemate to others.

The cat demon's cultivation is indeed amazing. On the surface, he was rushing towards Fu Jingce, but in fact he was targeting her. He was so fast that he could take action while she was not paying attention.

Perhaps the last sentence angered the man. He is the guardian of Songyifang. Everyone except the owner must be respectful to him. No one has spoken to him like this yet.

Depend on!

Zhong Linlang touched her face guiltily, and it was indeed a bit hot.

The boy's hair was a little messy, and the hair brushed through the skin on Zhong Linlang's wrist, causing her scalp to become numb.

Fu Jingce never took action, and the cat demon smiled sharply again and rushed towards him very quickly.

If it weren't for the fear that Fu Jingce would know her identity as a goddess, Zhong Linlang would have already sacrificed the Chaoyao Sword. The Chaoyao Sword was a divine sword and it was refined with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire for hundreds of years before it was created.

"What are you doing?" the man in black asked Fu Jingce.

Fu Jingce frowned and looked at the man in black on the ground, "Trag him away."

Zhong Linlang was stunned for no reason.

It's so strange, this is simply so strange, my heart beat faster! Zhong Linlang was complaining about himself in his heart, but suddenly met Fu Jingce's gaze.

"Crazy." The man in black spat hard.

At this time, Zhong Linlang could distinguish between the enemy and us, raised a few soul-screwed blades from his sleeve, recited a few spells, and attacked the man in black.

He lay on the ground and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes ripped.

The man in black should not be underestimated. Fu Jingce blocked it with a sword and was forced to retreat repeatedly.

There is light in the barrier, reflecting Fu Jingce's indifferent face.

A sudden attack of strong pain was heard. Zhong Linlang looked down and saw that there were several scratches on his wrist, and the wound was so deep that it was bloody.

"By the way." The boy stood up and pretended to be puzzled, "Why are you blushing?"

Following behind was the man in black. He was as light as a swallow, and he landed easily on the ground, before Fu Jingce's eyes.

Zhong Linlang was stunned. Half of the demons were so powerful, which shows the terribleness of the demons.

A blood lotus slowly appeared between his forehead, and his dark eyes were faintly filled with blood. The Chishui Sword under his command sensed the master's anger and became extremely restlessly disturbed.

The man in black barely avoided and laughed loudly, "What can a mere judge of the underworld do to me?"

It was Feifei who was manipulated. She was twisted and threw her down and fell to the ground. Large pieces of blood oozed out like a blood lotus blooming in the dark night.

Oh, OK.

The cat demon gathered enough strength to jump towards Fu Jingce.

This question was really strange. Zhong Linlang even had the illusion that he was indignant because he was injured.

Fu Jingce is a little demon god, and the demon god is his brother, Jin Hong. The relationship between the two brothers is not good, and they are half-brothers. As a legitimate son with pure bloodline, Jin Hong really can't tolerate Fu Jingce. To be precise, it is difficult for anyone in the entire demon clan to tolerate Fu Jingce.

After putting the cat demon in Fu Jingce's room, he was about to leave when Fu Jingce suddenly called her.

Fu Jingce also drew his sword and accumulated strength to meet him.

On the contrary, under the cool moonlight, Fu Jingce's eyes seemed so calm, like a deep lake.

Zhong Linlang felt that he had no sense of existence, so he found a hidden wall to watch the show, and at the same time suppressed the poison on his body.

"Oh, there is also a little follower." He glanced at Zhong Linlang standing next to him and joked.

The slightly yellow oil lamp carefully outlines Fu Jingce's handsome side face and casts a small shadow on her hands. Looking from another angle, you can see the boy's soft and thick eyelashes.

Fu Jingce nodded seriously, as if he was affirming his words.

The next second, the barrier that wrapped around Fu Jingce suddenly burst out. The annoyed boy held a long sword in his hand, and the red magic light reflected his red bloody eyes.

A few days later it will be the birthday of the Demon King. If the owner of the shop wanted the Soul Gathering Cup as a gift, he wouldn't have to come here in person. He thought that Feifei, who was sent out, would have succeeded, but she would still be exposed so quickly.

Fu Jingce lowered his head again, muttered a few words, and a light red light melted into her wound.

Zhong Linlang was stunned.

One of the guardians of Songyifang and fighting with the little demon god of the demon clan, the scene was really exciting.

"Yes." Fu Jingce's eyes returned to normal and he looked at him faintly, "Feifei is just an opportunity to attract you to appear. If you are willing to help me, I will not let you die."

"You have also been poisoned by me. Are you afraid that I will do it first?" The man in black laughed and was very proud even though he had bargaining chips.

The next second, a hand knife was released, and the man in black fainted.

Unexpectedly, from the perspective of the battle situation, she was at a disadvantage.

"One can, no." Zhong Linlang held back the pain on his wrist and hurriedly stood up.

He took a pill and raised his hand to let her take it.

His expression was very serious, and Zhong Linlang's heart couldn't help but jump a few times.

A moment later, the cat demon was knocked back to its original form and fell from the sky.

But she couldn't use her divine power for the time being, so she had to restrain herself and join the fight.

But Zhong Linlang knew that it was not real peace.

The cat demon's claws were tempted.

"In the face of life and death," Fu Jingce's eyes firmly looked, "You will."

The moves made by the cat demon are not too ruthless. It seems that they want to exhaust their energy.

Zhong Linlang was worried that he would die in the hands of this cat demon, so he made room to draw a peace talisman with his right hand. The calligraphy and paintings on the talisman surface changed for a while and turned into a small barrier, surrounding Fu Jingce.

Fu Jingce asked her to sit down silently, then pulled up her injured wrist with the light and looked at the wound carefully.

"Help you detoxify." Fu Jingce explained again.

"Manipulating puppets, little demon god, this move is not very good." The man smiled jokingly, with an unconcealed contempt in his tone.

The man in black moved faster than him. He condensed his demonic power with his right hand and attacked Fu Jingce step by step.

Fu Jingce squatted down, his eyes still calm, "I am a demon, you are a demon, this is the difference."

It turned out to be a cat demon.

The boy's fingers were cold and covered her wrist.

The man in black was startled, "You want to enter the Demon Palace?"

Zhong Linlang endured the pain and pinched a trick to suppress the poisonous gas on his wrist. Seeing the cat demon attacking her again, she hurriedly recited a spell and formed a thick barrier to block it.

The Chishui Sword kept making friction sounds because of the collision of two powerful forces. It seemed to have vitality and became more and more excited. The sword flowers it took out were dazzling.

The man in black suddenly felt pain. The sword energy on the Chishui sword hid into his wounds and kept tearing him.

"Why hurt people?" Fu Jingce paused word by word, expressionless, and the blood on his face made him look more like an evil ghost in hell.

The cat demon obviously didn't expect Fu Jingce to transform halfway, and did not dare to use the tricks of plagiarism to hang him, and he also tried all his strength.
To be continued...
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