After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

In fact, Geng Xun was seriously waiting for Song Xi to fight.

Seeing that Song Xi and the others were having a good time drinking, he was too embarrassed to disturb him, so he held a jar of wine in the corner, and waited obediently for Song Xi to come to him.

Unfortunately, before he had a few sips, he was snatched away by Shen Xiaobai and Nie Shao.

Drinking and punching, glass after glass, abruptly made Geng Xun, who can drink fairly well, drunk.

The young man was holding the half-empty wine jar, and he felt extremely lonely among the lively crowd.

He is left alone...

My brother and sister Daisy are gone.

The corners of Geng Xun's eyes were moist, and the boy stubbornly raised his head, not wanting to let his tears fall.

That seems hypocritical.

Before he could emo with the sensitive self-esteem of a teenager, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side.

Shen Xiaobai, who was hooking his shoulders and back, looked at his wine jar with his head, clinked glasses with him fiercely, and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing, Geng Xun, raising fish?!"

Suddenly returning to his senses, Geng Xun subconsciously revealed that look of rejecting others thousands of miles away.

He lowered his eyebrows, and his long and narrow Danfeng eyes were even more fierce.

Turning around, he found that Shen Xiaobai had already started drinking by himself.

Geng Xun shook the wine jar blankly: "..."

After he was stunned for a moment, Shen Xiaobai finished his drink, the mallet slammed down the wine jar, and then looked at Geng Xun's wine jar again.

"Can you do it, Geng Xun?!"

The drunken Shen Xiaobai chased Geng Xun around the back mountain three times, and watched him finish the jar of wine.

"..."

Geng Xun is completely numb, and has already forgotten about emo.

Oh shit.

You didn't notice that the wolf rider had been with you for three days, and you kicked me three blocks away? !

Really convinced.

Song Xi watched from afar, and never felt that he loved the excitement so much.

She rested her chin on one hand, and raised the wine jar imitatively with the other hand. Under the reflection of the fire, the girl's eyes were shining. She greeted Qin Ya and Tu Weiwei with a smile: "Let's drink too."

"okay!"

She loves to drink, but for the sake of image, Qin Ya, who has been suppressing her nature, clinked a glass perfunctorily, and then raised the wine jar resolutely.

"Ton, ton, ton" was poured down.

The persona of the elegant master sister of Hehuanzong was thrown out of the sky.

Song Xi who just picked up the wine jar: "???"

Taking a sip of the spicy Tu Weiwei: "???"

Several people looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

There are many mountains in Leifeng.

On the rolling mountain range, Chang Yi Patriarch, who said he was going to retreat, sat alone on the hillside of the back mountain, dangling a jug of wine in his hand.

The old man in white was shaking the whisk in his hand one by one, looking down at the group of young people sitting around the campfire, watching Shennongmen's direct descendants dancing pole dancing, presumptuous and unrestrained young people.

He couldn't help but sighed deeply, with two points of nostalgia in his eyes.

Young man, that's the way it should be.

Don't worry about any kindness, hatred, or righteousness, first stir up Qingfengmingyue and Caochangyingfei——

The shoulders of the young man should be full of beautiful things.

They don't like the spring breeze, they don't get annoyed by the summer cicadas, they don't feel sad when they see the autumn wind, they don't sigh when they see the winter snow, they don't feel lazy when they see wealth, and they don't dare to face injustice.

A youthful spirit, vigorous and full of vitality.

The ancestor of Changyi shook the jug.

As long as he can keep it, he will keep it for as long as possible.

It's a pity that such a free and unrestrained time is still running out after all.

The night is getting late.

The commotion below gradually quieted down.

Looking at the juniors below who were gradually drinking here and there, chatting in twos and threes, Patriarch Changyi shook his head with a smile, turned the jug on his own, with the mouth of the bottle facing downwards, and toasted a glass of wine to the dark mountain far away.

old guys.

I miss you so much.

***

The next morning.

Song Xi didn't even remember how he got back to the cave when he drank in a daze.

She sat up from the jade slab, and the first thing she did after her mind cleared up was to take out the silver clothes from the storage bag and try her best to avoid the things that others stuffed into her palm.

Things are small.

It is a miniature skull that is only half the size of a palm.

It looks childish, even a bit secondary.

It is very similar to the plastic ornaments of modern Taobao 9.9 free shipping.

"..."

Song Xi frowned with some disgust.

But to be honest, it's also a lot like a token of opening something, or entering somewhere.

Is it a token of the legendary eye of hell?

Song Xi looked over and over several times.

In the end, he pondered for a while, and tried to send the magic energy in slightly.

For a moment, the hole-like eyes of the miniature skull flickered with a strange red glow, and an inexplicable traction instantly pointed out the direction.

But Song Xi was very vigilant and keen. At the same time when she was in the Nascent Soul Stage, she instantly sensed that there seemed to be some imprint trying to imprint on her sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

Song Xi instantly cut off the devilish energy in his palm, and summoned the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness to block that weird imprint.

The imprint suddenly weakened a lot the moment Song Xi cut off the demonic energy, but it kept hitting Song Xi's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness invisible.

Try to get in.

Song Xi even felt a creepy peep.

Gee.

Such a persistent desire to get into her sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

The corners of Song Xi's lips twitched slightly, and she smiled viciously. She distractedly pulled out the Xuanqing blade, flicked the blade with her fingers, "Xuanqing, put some devilish energy on this skull."

"If you feel something is wrong, cut it off immediately."

Xuan Qingren had no objection, and obediently let out a trace of black mist, slowly wrapping the silent skull.

Xuanqingren's devilish energy is much stronger than Song Xi's devilish energy in the early stage of foundation establishment.

In an instant, the red light in the skull's eyes almost pierced through the thick black mist.

Song Xi narrowed his eyes.

She would like to see how to deal with the trace-like imprint in the face of Xuan Qing who has no spiritual awareness of the sea.

Xuan Qingren stood silently for a long time before shaking the blade uncertainly, as if he was a little confused.

The black mist in the air slowly formed, spelling out a few large characters: "Master, there is nothing."

Xuan Qingren and Song Xi are in a contractual relationship. After Xuan Qingren's devilish energy is connected, she can still clearly perceive the direction of the traction this time, but there is no mark to make trouble.

It seems that it was intercepted by Xuan Qingren, a club without spiritual knowledge.

"Are there any artifacts like yours that have magic energy or spiritual energy?" Song Xi rubbed his chin, thinking seriously.

Xuan Qingren shook the blade in dissatisfaction, this time the black mist flowed, and the fight was fast.

It was clearly still a black mist, but the big exclamation mark had an air of arrogance——

"I'm the only one!"

Song Xi squeezed the handle of the knife amusedly.

As she expected.

The Xuanqing Blade is coveted by countless monks, it is undoubtedly special.

Most of the high-grade artifacts will give birth to wisdom, such as sword spirit and sword soul, but they cannot fight by themselves.

During a fight, most of the aura or magic energy released by the sword move is the aura or magic energy of the sword bearer himself.

Frankly speaking.

Weapons are more like a medium to amplify power.

But the Xuanqing Blade is different, it has its own magic energy, and it can even devour other people's desire to strengthen itself, with the attribute magic energy.

Satisfied, Song Xi tilted the glowing red skull in her hand, and closed her eyes to carefully feel the general direction of the traction.

Although at present, because of the existence of the Xuanqing Blade, she can not be tracked by the Eye of Hell, but just to be on the safe side, she still wrote down the direction and route.

Immediately, Xuan Qingren cut off the magic energy.

At the same time, the distant Nine Nether Eyes of Hell.

In an underground cave full of tokens, a man wearing silver gloves was horrified to find that one of the tokens shone slightly, but after halfway tracking, he suddenly couldn't track down the so-called colleague. location of .

It's like that person has evaporated from the world.

"???"

Why does this happen? !

do you died? !

Just when he was hesitating whether to report to Lord Devil, the token flickered and lost its light again.

As if nothing just happened.

The man in the silver glove stretched out his hand in disbelief, and tentatively touched the token.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. After much consideration, he finally suppressed the idea of ​​reporting to Lord Devil.

But these are not things Song Xi should care about.

She only cares about one thing now.

That is, when she woke up, her sect changed drastically.