Zhuchen immediately raised his eyebrows, slapped Liang Hongluo hard on the back, and said angrily: "Don't curse Master!"

Liang Hongluo swallowed up the rest of his words and smiled perfunctorily.

Love among young people is always uncertain. If you like someone every morning, you may not know how long it will last.

Feng Buye loves face, which means that he will not be embarrassed or entangled in the future. The short-lived ghost means that he will stay young forever. In addition, it is said that he protects shortcomings and has a reputation among mortal monks. He will definitely be able to protect Zhuchen when he is alive.

One or two, try your best to teach her unique skills...

After thinking about it carefully, Liang Hongluo felt that Feng Buye still had some merits, even if he was just reluctant.

Zhuchen looked at the vast and boundless night sky and sighed sadly: "Even you can see that Master is at the end of his game, and he lied to me and said he was fine."

Liang Hongluo advised her: "To be successful in life, you must have all the fun."

He hadn't read many books, so naturally he couldn't remember many poems. But this sentence was deeply ingrained in his mind, and he would take it out and read it again every time he felt it was unbearable.

This sentence is translated in his dictionary, which means "I may die tomorrow, and I will take one with me today." The difference is that now he is really satisfied and satisfied that he has never experienced in the first half of his life. He can probably

Feel the boldness and happiness contained in this poem.

Really? If you want to laugh longer than anyone else, you must first live longer. Even though his body is not much better than Feng Buye, even though his body is riddled with wounds and diseases.

Liang Hongluo coughed and controlled his expression at the right time.

Zhuchen was distracted by his erroneous words, and when he came back, he only had one dry sentence left: "Why on earth did master become a demon?"

Liang Hongluo also couldn't figure out why Feng Buye, who was so talented, had turned into a demon. It must be that he was weak-minded and willing to fall. Could it be that he would lead to Zhuchen being ruined in the future?

Liang Honglai was so frightened that he pinched Zhuchen's shoulders and told her in a whisper: "As long as you like him, if he tries to persuade you to become a devil one day, don't get confused and go astray with him."

Zhuchen opened his eyes wide and said, "How could it be? Master treats me very well. When I first came to Chaowen, he threatened me repeatedly not to fall into the devil. He should know very well that there are all kinds of bad things about being possessed by the devil."

Liang Hongluo nodded, feeling that Feng Buye's image had finally improved a little, and could somewhat offset the teasing he had done to him in the past.

"So when did you fall in love with him? Why?" Liang Hongluo stared into her eyes and was bombarded with questions, "Did he deliberately tease you first? What is his attitude towards you now?

What does it mean? Did he come to provoke you even though he knew that he was going to die soon? This is a matter of attitude and cannot be fooled!"

Zhuchen was afraid of his gossiping attitude and said randomly: "How can there be a time? How can this be made clear? And why is life not long ago? Brother, if you do this again, I will be angry!"

Liang Hongluo said seriously: "What did you want to do when you went to his house tonight?"

Zhuchen couldn't say that it was Feng Buye who asked her to go. The two of them were interrupted before they could figure out the reason. He pretended to be serious and said in a harsh tone: "What can I do? I want to go and heal him. He

The journey must have been very hard, so I went over to take a look."

"I too have been traveling all the way." Liang Hongluo turned his back, leaving behind a lonely and desolate silhouette, "Why don't you ask me how I am?"

This is still happening.

Zhuchen said complicatedly: "...From the sword you fired, I felt that your body should be fine."

Liang Hongluo glanced sideways and asked calmly: "So what are your plans in the future?"

"I don't have any plans." Zhuchen still couldn't figure it out, and he felt irritated just thinking about it. He begged: "Master hasn't said clearly that he likes me, so what plans can I have? Brother, please stop asking!"

Liang Hongluo raised his head and exclaimed: "You two haven't hooked up yet?!"

Zhuchen stood up angrily. Liang Hongluo hurriedly grabbed her, coaxed her down, and admitted his mistake: "Brother used the word Meng Lang. It has no other meaning. It means that Feng Buye is a little ignorant... No, no, no.

, it means that good things come in many ways, and good things come in many ways.”

Zhuchen sneered and snorted.

Liang Hongluo rolled his eyes and analyzed it for her: "I see how Feng Buye behaves on weekdays. He is a bit jealous of you, but he lacks the courage."

Zhuchen didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, so he said with a straight face: "Don't say it in such an ugly way."

Liang Hongluo: "That's right. If he likes you, there's no problem with his vision."

Zhuchen also felt a little bit, but Feng Buye acted too upright and always let her ignore the matter. But the feeling of being pointed out was too strange, and even a little perverted. Zhuchen glared at Liang Hong

After taking one look, I decided to go on.

When she returned to the small courtyard, a strand of black hair on her shoulders floated up like smoke, followed the dim night, flew covertly to the high window, and finally entangled itself in Feng Buye's breath.

on fingers.

Feng Buye leaned on the window sill and listened calmly at first. Later, he read some strange things and various strange expressions began to appear on his face. He even changed his color and lost his composure for a moment.

His fingers twitched, shattering the wisp of black smoke, but it could not dispel the surprise in his heart.

He thought it was ridiculous, and he chuckled at the corner of his mouth, but it affected the muscles on his face and felt too unnatural. It was as if a stone had fallen into the lake of his heart, too small to be seen, but it left a small mark on the water.

The traces made it impossible for him to show his original calm expression.

Even just a little bit...

This is simply ridiculous!

By sunrise the next day, Zhuchen's eyes were black and blue, and he stayed up all night without daring to sleep, for fear that if he didn't check for a while, the two people in the room on the left and right would start fighting.

Liang Hongluo was used to walking in the mortal world and could still suppress the demonic energy, but Feng Buye really couldn't. Besides, they were both seriously ill, so there was no need to hurt each other.

The door of the inn was pushed open with a "squeak", and then the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded one after another, like chess pieces being dropped, one after another, closely and non-stop. Listening to the sound, it felt like the thing thrown in was some kind of thick sack.

Zhuchen woke up immediately and suspected that the demon cultivators were bored in the middle of the night and went out to rob. He hurried to the lobby to take a look and was frightened by the "death array" spread out at the entrance.

Good guy, not only are you robbing, but you are also robbing people?

Dazzling light leaked in from the wide open door. In the backlight, the steward and several servants came out one after another. They glanced at the ground without panic, walked around the crowd with small steps, and walked to the corner of the wall.

.

Although this group of people had not slept all night, their faces were stained and somewhat gray, but their eyes were bright and their faces were rosy. They walked all the way to the stairs with their hands in their hands, bowed solemnly to Zhuchen, and said gratefully: "Thank you Xianjun and others for helping me."

I will suppress the bandits with thousands of troops!"

I feel confused every morning: "Suppress the bandits?!"

The steward nodded vigorously, with a cheerful expression on his face: "These warriors around the Immortal Lord are all very skilled! Last night they went straight into the enemy's camp, and without saying a word, they beat the enemy to the point where they knelt down and begged for mercy..."

He stopped halfway, probably feeling that the word "without saying a word" was too unrealistic, so he quickly changed the wording and said: "The Taoist monarchs have worked hard to educate, but this group of gangsters do not know good from evil, and the two sides started to conflict.

These Tao Lords were so brave that after a night of hard work, they captured all the bandits in a large mountainous area! These heroes are all the saviors of the people of the Qianren Sect!"

Zhuchen pressed his forehead and had many questions to ask. For example, which studio did these gangsters jump out from? Which shameless guy asked him to recite these exaggerated lines. Looking up, he saw Ye Qing and others looking expectant.

Standing proudly in the corner, I felt like it didn't matter anymore.

Zhuchen pointed to a group of gangsters in front of him who were tightly tied up, still breathing and twisting, and asked: "This formation on the ground...can you summon anything?"

The steward responded without principle: "Show justice?"

Zhuchen: "...Hmm."

The steward said respectfully: "I wanted to take them to the streets first, but a few knights were thinking about the Immortal Lord in their hearts and said they would bring them back to show you so you can decide how to deal with them."

In a few sentences, I don’t know how many names I changed to the demon cultivator. This skill of flattering the devil without leaving any trace is really superb.

Zhuchen thought for a while and said, "Just deal with them how you originally planned to deal with them. They are not my Chao Wen people, and they are not doing evil in my Chao Wen. It is not up to me to decide."

"Okay." The steward bowed, "The younger one has gone to report to the head, and he will be here later. The Immortal Lord got up early, do you want to have breakfast first?"

Only then did the cook remember the business, slapped his head and said, "I haven't had time to prepare yet! Don't blame me, Immortal Lord!"

From outside the door came a voice that became stuttering due to excitement: "I, I, I have some sesame cakes at my stall!"

"Meat...beef noodles!"

Or some food that I don’t understand.

Only then did Zhuchen realize that there was a large group of people crowded outside the threshold.

They did not dare to stand too close to block the light, so in the morning they could only see blurry figures trying to look into the inn, then pulling each other and retreating to the side.

The steward looked at Zhuchen inquiringly, bowed again and said: "The footmen and dealers are vulgar and do not know the etiquette to disturb the Immortal Lord. They are all good intentions. Why don't you drop by and try it? These are things that the people of the Qianren Sect often eat. The taste is great."

Not bad.”
Chapter completed!