"Speak clearly." Gu Ting was anxious and in pain, and his wrists began to tremble. . s.
The disciple gasped for a long time before he straightened out his thoughts: "Didn't it be said a few days ago that the darkness of the candles in the sea of Lihen was less than half? It turned out that it was Xuan Yi who did it. After asking the reason, let's go kill it, but Zhuyin's reputation has always been bad, and Xuanyi has been out of business since he went down to the lower realm. I'm afraid the situation is not good. The Dragon Scale of the Kaizhuyin Clan really wants to kill Xuan Yi, how can Emperor Zhongshan and Lord Xiaolong let us go, and we will probably fight back with the Zhuyin Clan."
This family is much more troublesome than a demon king. The darkness of the candle and the blizzard can knock down a large area. If you don’t do good gods, what kind of demons are you running to? Shang Zhongshan Emperor and Xiaolong Lord, if they also degenerate into demons, they will be as terrible as the three Gonggong Lords.
Yanxia anxiously said: "How could my little junior sister be willing to degenerate and become a demon? There must be something wrong."
Based on her little understanding of Xuan Yi, she also knows the arrogance and laziness of this little princess, and instead of doing it with leisurely Wang Shu, she ran to be the devil king, I'm afraid it's not her style.
Gu Ting took a breath, and suddenly exclaimed, "Where is Fu Cang?"
The disciple shook his head: "I haven't heard anything about Junior Brother Fu Cang, but it seems that when he dealt with Lord Ba Snake earlier, there were rumors that Xuan Yi was hit by his sword energy and transformed into a dragon. In my opinion, it is Hua Xu's style." , he must want to kill relatives righteously."
Dayi Mieqin is such a ghost that even disciples like them can't do such a thing, not to mention that if something happens to Fu Cang Xuanyi, Fu Cang will go crazy. It's really bad if you come out and do things against the generals.
Gu Ting supported the bed and thought about it, he had to go to the lower realm, he had to figure things out, although he half-jokingly called Xuan Yi a "little devil", he didn't expect her to become a devil one day, there must be a reason for this.
But his injury is too serious after all, the turbid air has not been exhausted, and he cannot be cured by the rejuvenation technique. Under this support, his face is covered with cold sweat. Yanxia hurriedly supported him, stomping her feet repeatedly: "Don't move, you don't know they are here where"
Tai Yao also held him down, with a dignified expression: "You take good care of your wounds, wait until the turbid air is exhausted, then leave it to me in advance."
Gu Ting said in a trembling voice: "Mr. He, Mr. He said that it will take a few days for him to hold me back so that the stale qi can be cleared away."
Tai Yao patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, then turned to ask the disciple, "What happened to Zhixi being taken to the prison?"
The disciple still shook his head: "I'm really not sure about that, it's because she didn't report what she knew and intended to cover up."
Taiyao pondered for a moment, then looked at Yanxia: "I should be able to enter the prison, I will go to Zhixi to ask about the situation, you go to Mr., and ask him to hold off no matter what, and let the generals take action after clarifying the matter. "
"Okay." Yanxia turned around and ran out.
Xuan Yi slept for a very long time, and it was also very heavy. Since she realized that something was wrong with her body, this was the first time she did not wake up briefly.
The pain of falling dragon scales that had been tormenting her before did not know when it would no longer appear, and the clean breath surrounded her all the time, which made her feel at ease and comfortable.
She turned over, and it seemed that the wounds on her abdomen and back were no longer painful. She opened her eyes slowly, but she was almost blinded by the golden light in her eyes. She hurriedly covered her head and face with her sleeves. When she woke up, the sound of the wind flashed in her ears, and her body fell into a pair of arms.
"You slept in the lower realm for half a month." Fu Cang supported her, opened his sleeves and lowered his head to look at his complexion carefully. Finally, her complexion was no longer pale as if it was about to melt away, and her lips had returned to the pink and tenderness of the past.
Xuan Yi put down her sleeves, who knew that the sun in the lower realm, which was always hazy for her, made her eyes hurt again. It was strange, could it be that even her eyes were fragile after being a demon? She narrowed her eyes in discomfort, and the waterfall-like branches and leaves above her head immediately Stretch out to completely block out all daylight.
"How do you feel?" Fu Cang asked in a low voice.
Obviously it was exactly the same as before, even this escaping behavior was the same.
Fu Cang didn't know whether he was relieved, or wanted to laugh, or to vent out the fragility and anxiety that had been suppressed in the deepest part of these days, he opened his arms and hugged her tightly, put his face on her fluffy hair, The breath has not changed, it is cold and sweet, which only belongs to the taste of Dragon Princess.
Luckily she's fine.
She was limp in his arms as if she had no bones, and after a while she whispered: "The bones are about to break."
Her dragon scales have all fallen off, and there is nothing to protect her body anymore. Even if she has the power of regeneration, the pain will still be painful. If he wants to beat her in the future, he will be sure.
Fu Cang relaxed his grip, lowered his head and kissed her hair, put his palm on her cold cheek, rubbed his fingertips carefully, and then suddenly tapped lightly on the top of her head, which really made her "hiss" in pain.
"Just stay in the wooden sword from now on." There was a hint of coldness in his voice, "I won't let you out again."
What Xuan Yi paid attention to immediately distorted: "The wooden sword is not pure Jun"
Only then did she realize that there were two swords hanging on his waist, a pure Jun and a very ordinary wooden sword, which looked like the one he used when he taught her swordsmanship in Yuhua Palace.
Fu Cang's voice was still very cold: "Mu Jian is enough for you."
Xuan Yi laughed with a "chi" and softly said, "You despise Lord Zhuyin so much."
Fu Cang, Lord Zhuyin, didn't know whether to be sad or chuckled, touched her head, and said lightly: "Lord Lord Loach."
She curled up in front of his arms, raised her hand and brushed off the fallen leaves on his shoulders, and he sat here motionless for half a month in the lower realm, all of which had accumulated dust.
Fu Cang's hand suddenly passed through her layered coat and warrior outfit, and touched the original wound on the back. The skin touched was as smooth as before, and it seemed that the wound had healed due to the regeneration power. He went around to her again to touch the wound on her abdomen, but it was so itchy that she laughed and writhed, and put one hand on his forehead and pushed hard.
He held that hand~www..com~ and put it on his lips and kissed it, then gently kissed the elbow along the wrist, and suddenly opened his mouth to bite on the inside of the elbow, gnawing, this time Finally bit a mark.
Bite in the same place as the former Seventh Prince.
Xuan Yi lowered his head and giggled: "You like biting people so much, you want to eat Majesty"
If she can really eat it, it's okay to hide it in the belly. She is a loach, a demon king, a princess of the Zhuyin family, anything is fine, as long as she doesn't leave him, don't leave.
"Senior Brother Fu Cang," she called him softly, "Since you put me in the wooden sword, why don't you hurry up and take me wherever you like?"
Fu Cang closed his eyes, and hugged her slender body tightly again, it's good to be here now, it's good to let him hold her like this.
She must be able to understand his heart, only she can. So, the next moment, her arms wrapped around his neck actively, and her face was pressed against his heart, giving him real tenderness.
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