Are Shen Luo and the Peacock Demon King going to deal with our Su family? They are really using all possible means. These people in Kyoto are all crazy. They actually cooperated with the demon. Ancestor Kongtong, go and eat shit. The Kongtong sect can still do it in the future. Look up?
Oh, it seems that all the Kongtong people are dead. If I kill them all, then everything will be fine.
"Sister Shen, don't you just want to force me to go to the demon world? Don't worry, I will definitely go!"
I agreed very readily. I knew very well what Shen Luoyi wanted to do, but I seemed to have no choice. However, when the time came to join forces with Wu Yexian, I was actually justified.
Although the Peacock Demon King is powerful, neither the Fox Fairy nor I are afraid of her. Su En cannot die. I chose this person. I have to swallow this pain with my eyes closed.
Since you have taken over the Su family, you must be worthy of the ancestors of the Su family.
"Brother Su Yang is brother Su Yang. As expected, a man of great skill is bold. Okay, it's a deal. But if you don't come, the head of the Su family will be humiliated like never before. You won't fail to come."
Shen Luo was not worried that I would not go, because she calculated some things very clearly.
"Hahaha……"
All of them laughed, each with a strange smile, and then the fog began to spread, and then the iron bridge was blurred again, until each individual figure disappeared, leaving only the scholar.
"See you in the demon world, Mr. Su, I will let you die a very heroic death!"
After the scholar finished speaking, he clapped his hands together, and with a bang, the iron bridge exploded, and the two wooden Buddhas were pressed down with their big palms like mountains.
But in a blink of an eye, all the illusions disappeared before my eyes, and I returned to the tavern, while the light rain outside was still falling.
"Su Yang, what's wrong?"
Seeing that I was standing still, Brother Thirteen, who was carrying Uncle Wudao with me, suddenly asked me with a puzzled look on his face. When I looked behind me, there was no one at all. The boss just now didn't seem to exist at all. , the real boss is pressing the computer on the counter, and he is not the same person as the boss he just met.
Mo Xuan is definitely more powerful than expected. This old woman has a hidden secret. Her identity and bloodline are related to the devil. Helping Shen Luo is really a huge disadvantage to me.
"It's nothing, let's go!"
I stopped worrying and took them back to the tea house. Uncle Wudao needed rest and treatment because his face was covered in blood and he was already unconscious.
After briefly treating his wound, he bandaged it with gauze. If the condition is not serious, he will probably wake up tomorrow. As for whether they will stay or go, I don't know.
Nong Qing wants to go back to the Yellow River because there is no hope of revenge, but Uncle Wudao is a little unwilling. The two have different opinions and wonder whether there will be friction in the future. As for the people of the Suzaku clan who were captured by Su Hun, there is no need to worry, because Su Hun The soul is already dead, and those people are not trash. They should be able to escape by their own abilities. After all, they carry the Suzaku Fire.
The bright moon suddenly appeared in the sky at night, but it was still raining. The sound of the rain was not loud, which made people feel peaceful. Brother Thirteen was taking care of Uncle Wudao, and I opened the door of Nong Qing's room late at night.
Nong Qing sat up nervously, then covered the deep ditch with a quilt, and said with a surprised look, "You...what are you doing? This... in the middle of the night?"
After all, I smelled of alcohol, and Nong Qing was afraid that I would act drunkenly, but she was just a little nervous, because the Daughter of Fire doesn't just "do" whatever you want. If you are really not afraid of death, just pretend I didn't say anything.
"What do you think? My people suffered heavy losses trying to save you. Have you forgotten your promise to me?"
I'm not exaggerating. I, Jingtianming, and Qingdi almost all died at the hands of the fire man, but now everyone else has turned into ashes. Only half of my demon sword was burned, and Jingtianming is dead.
Many drought demons and the Qingdi Judge's Pen are gone.
You said you want my free service, is that possible? These bills have to be paid.
"I didn't say it, Thirteen agreed." Nong Qing held the quilt tighter, as if she knew what I wanted to do.
"It doesn't matter who said it. Without us fighting for our lives, the three of you would have been in trouble this morning. You can't rely on me." I turned around and closed the door.
Now that Uncle Wudao is in a coma, he probably doesn't have anything to worry about, otherwise he might still come out to stop him.
Nong Qing was speechless, because we did save her, and we did it with our lives. Even if this promise was made by Brother Thirteen, she had to fulfill it. She couldn't lie about it, either emotionally or rationally.
Nong Qing simply lay down, closed her eyes, spread her legs and said, "Come on, come on, stinky man, I won't be responsible for what happens then. Don't say I didn't remind you, huh, you will always only think about that kind of thing."
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"Don't worry, I can give you a choice. You can ask your tribe to offer me a living human skin, and then forget about it." I quickly closed her legs.
"Living human skin?" Nong Qing opened her eyes and frowned, "Living human skin? That person must not die?"
Chapter completed!