It was at this time that the spiritual jade on Chu Yanshu's waist lit up. He glanced at the news and looked up at Sang Luo. His voice was soft, with an inexplicable tenderness.
"My third uncle is here. I need to go see him if I have something to do."
Sang Luo nodded hastily,
"You go ahead."
Chu Yanshu looked at her and asked,
"Are you going to stay here forever?"
Sang Luo raised his eyes and met those eyes as clear as obsidian again,
"Well, I'll read a book for a while."
Chu Yanshu grabbed her hand, put the crabapple petals he just picked from her hair into Sang Luo's palm, and whispered,
"Wait until I come back."
Sang Luo looked at the two crabapple petals lying quietly in his hand, and was stunned for a moment. Then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he leaned lazily against the pillar and looked out the window at the blooming crabapple flowers.
Looking at the young man walking away, her eyebrows slightly raised, why did she think that this guy was flirting with her?
Does this guy like her?
Sang Luo leaned against the pillar behind him, stroking the two begonia petals with his fingertips, and thought of the blow he blocked for her that day in Whirlpool Xue's bedroom in the Demon Gate.
A hero saving a beauty and risking his life has always been a classic scene on the stage.
Coupled with his fresh and handsome face, it makes him a little...heart-beating.
A sword energy suddenly came from the west. Sang Luo raised her hand, and Fengli Sword came in from the window and landed in her palm.
Sang Luo looked at Feng Lijian, who was full of murderous and bloody aura, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked,
"Where did Uncle Chuxue take you?"
Feng Li's sword was so powerful that it buzzed, as if he was dissatisfied.
Sang Luo chuckled,
"Uncle Chuxue took you to the demon clan?"
This is really something that Master Chuxue can do.
I'm afraid that Mimi's appearance that day may have irritated her.
It's just that...when he thought of ignorance, Sang Luo's eyes flashed with thought, and he always felt that this was an unsettling factor.
There has been no news from Uncle Changluo for a long time. If he left because of Ning Xi that day, he is probably trapped in the demon clan now.
Ignorance alone should not be able to trap him.
But then, Feng Lijian passed his memory to Sang Luo.
Sang Luo looked at the picture and was slightly stunned.
Uncle Chuxue borrowed Fengli Sword in order to break into the demon clan and find Uncle Changluo?
“…”
In the Demon King's City, Murong Chuxue was dressed in plain clothes and holding the Fengli Sword, which was unstoppable. The corners of her white skirt were almost dyed red. Entering the Demon Temple felt like entering a deserted land.
But in the Demon Temple, Ming Ming is not there.
In the center of the hall, in an ancient magic array, Su Changluo was holding the unconscious Ning Xi and was trapped inside.
Murong Chuxue looked at Su Changluo, holding a sword in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he uttered two words from his thin lips:
"Go out."
Su Changluo raised his head and looked at Murong Chuxue, silent for a moment.
"Senior sister, please help me."
He has missed a thousand years and cannot leave Ning Xi here alone.
Murong Chuxue flipped her wrist and raised her hand to strike at the barrier. The sword energy passed through the barrier, but failed to leave even a trace on the barrier.
Su Changluo raised his eyes and looked at Murong Chuxue, with a solemn expression on his face, and said,
"This is the remnant formation left by the ancient demon gods. It cannot be broken by force."
Murong Chuxue didn't believe it, so she raised her hand and struck with the sword again, and said coldly,
"Don't you claim to be the best in formation skills throughout the ages? You can't break this ancient formation?!"
Su Changluo looked at Murong Chuxue, was silent for a moment, and then said,
"I can untie it, but this ancient formation is connected to Ning Xi's soul breath. I need time to untie it."
The people who set up the formation took a fancy to this, so they were able to trap him here.