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

Song Xi: "???"

Maybe maybe it should be, she seems to have offended him again.

Song Xi was so immobilized by Yuan Ying's coercion that she almost fell from the air. Seeing that the Demon Lord's hand was about to grab her neck, Song Xi managed to mobilize a bit of mental strength and ignite a blasting talisman.

"boom--"

The air wave of the explosion sent Song Xi flying in an instant, and even one of the Vajra Talismans shattered. Only then did she break away from the coercive range, and she fell far away on the small flying chair, and opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of black smoke.

Damn, there is still too much difference in cultivation base.

Song Xi didn't dare to approach, so he could only shout from a distance, "Master Evil Envoy, we can't solve the problem like this! Calm down!"

"If you solve your problems, all problems will be solved!" The demon lord gritted his teeth in hatred, and without hesitation, he held his trousers in one hand and picked up the magic sword on the shelf with the other, and chased after him.

The two times he lost face in front of his subordinates was thanks to this dog, and he must get this place back today!

"I'm here to surrender, brother! Don't you have so many right-hand men who are like dog legs?!"

Song Xi ran as fast as ever, passing through thousands of people without a knife touching his body.

The demon lord still couldn't catch up, and even his running posture with one hand holding his trousers was very funny. Facing the attention of all the evil cultivators from his subordinates, his face turned red, and he said viciously, "Even if I am alone, I will never die. If I jump down, I won’t accept you as my subordinate!”

Song Xi: "..."

It's over, it's really annoying, the flags are all set up.

"Can't we talk?"

"I can't! You're dead!" The demon lord, who was in a state of exasperation, accelerated a bit.

Song Xi pressed down on the hair that had been blown into explosive curls, and he was also angry, "Okay."

The Demon Lord was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the dog had finally figured it out, and just wanted to taunt him.

I saw Song Xi's lips touching up and down, and his posture was full of arrogance, "With your bastard speed, are you capable of asking your subordinates to beat me up? See if you can touch a single hair of mine?"

"Did you come across it?" The Demon Lord asked subconsciously following his words.

Song Xi said with a deadpan expression, "I'm the loser."

"!!!"

"Zhuzi is arrogant!" The demon lord shouted angrily, "The archers shoot me arrows! Live or die!"

"Always angry and prone to breast hyperplasia, Mr. Evil Envoy."

The members of the Xiemeng were well-trained, and soon rows of monks carrying quiveres appeared on the wall, but they held the arrows in their hands and looked at each other, but they still didn't know where to shoot them.

It was too dark, and their cultivation was low, so they couldn't see where the enemy was.

But under the exasperated urging of the demon lord, he could only close his eyes tacitly, point to a random position and launch.

"It's the other way around?! Let you hit Song Xi, what the hell are you doing here?!" The demon lord dodged a sniper arrow and cursed in a broken voice.

Damn, these stupid subordinates can't distinguish between enemies and friends.

Sure enough, meeting Song Xi is not a good thing.

Song Xi sat cross-legged on the small flying chair and looked up. She couldn't help shivering. If the rain of arrows hit her, she would be turned into a hedgehog.

Have you already had such a big grudge?

Song Xi rubbed his chin, and took out a small cuboid magic weapon from the storage bag. The small box was known for its reputation, and when it was enlarged, it looked like a coffin.

Song Xi sat cross-legged on the small flying chair, put the coffin on his lap and pushed open the sliding cover, took out the half-dead Chong Min inside, and couldn't help feeling while holding it in his hand, "Your vitality is really similar to Xiaoqiang's!" Fight."

The storage bag can't put living things in it directly, so her second senior brother, who never made serious magic weapons, came up with such a thing.

It is said that if her identity is exposed at a critical moment, she will pretend to let Xie Yue or Ye Wangyou take her away.

But it is a pity that there is no air in the storage bag, and Song Xi, who cannot hold his breath, will be suffocated in it.

At that time, it will no longer be a magic weapon in the shape of a coffin, but it will really become her coffin.

Song Xi, who couldn't hold his breath, still didn't forget to boast sincerely despite his busy schedule: "Chongmin, you can still hold your breath, really amazing."

The lingering Chongmin: "..."

What he regrets the most in his life is agreeing to Su Yueyan to assassinate Song Xi. He hasn't lived a day like a human these days.

He was either being hung in the air by his neck and flying around, or he was directly being swung by Song Xi's collar to use as a shield.

True Shield.

"..."

After the demon master concentrated on seeing what Song Xi had picked up, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously flew forward to block Chong Min, knocking down a group of flying arrows.

Fight back to fight, fight back to fight, don't make fun of Chong Min's body.

The effect of nourishing Gu beads on living and dead ones is very different.

"Thank you, Master Evil Envoy~" Song Xi tactfully moved away a little, and thanked him with a smile.

The demon master realized what he had done, and almost couldn't bring it up in a breath of anger.

He ordered people to shoot arrows and had to block them himself. What kind of brand is he?

But when he saw that Chong Min, who was being held by Song Xi, finally suppressed his anger, he regained some reason, "Are you really here to surrender?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Song Xi: "...Are you confused?"

I said you didn't listen, did you?

Song Xi didn't waste his time talking anymore, and let out the devilish energy around him. The thick black mist-like devilish energy enveloped the handsome and delicate young man, making him a bit more evil and cynical.

"I have too much obsession in my heart, I have fallen into a demon."

Song Xi spread his hands, his face full of helplessness, "Qingyun made those people not appreciate me for saving them at all, and they just yelled at me, it's really boring, so I stole Chongmin and Guzhu and surrendered to you I didn't expect you to want to kill me too."

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

Song Xi raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes decently, "In this world~ there is really no place for me, Song Xi!"

The demon lord stared at Song Xi carefully, unmoved at all, "Aren't you a puppet master? Why do you have demonic energy?"

Very strange.

The devilish energy in this young man is very strong and pure, it cannot be faked, but when he just piloted the little flying chair, he was clearly a puppeteer.

Song Xi's hands froze, it's over.

Careless.

She forgot that normal cultivators' mental strength cultivation and aura cultivation cannot coexist.

Seeing the demon lord's eyes getting more and more dangerous, Song Xi asked calmly, "Do you know how I became black?"

The demon lord was taken aback: "???" Who is asking whom?

Song Xi's surface is unpredictable, but his brain is spinning rapidly.

"It's actually like this... Well, in order to save Su Qian...Su Changning, I tried my best to transfer the devil seed to myself, but I didn't expect to generate devil energy out of thin air, and I have a demon in my heart. way."

"Yes, that's it." Song Xi nodded affirmatively.

The demon master is doubtful, why doesn't he know that his demon seed is so powerful, and can make people without spiritual energy generate demonic energy out of thin air?

But apart from this one explanation, it's hard to make any other explanations.

Demon Lords typically have a simple mind and well-developed limbs.

Sesame's big brain didn't think much more, and greedily stared at Chong Min in Song Xi's hand, already having a new little Jiujiu in his heart.

Since Song Xi came to see him with Chong Min and Gu Zhu, who were desperately protecting him at the time, he must have been sincere.

There was no need for him to let go of such a running dog with perfect escape ability just because of insignificant fights.

It's still a dog with only a mere foundation building, so it's easy to handle.

And even though Song Xi was standing not far from him with someone in his arms, and it looked like he could touch it, but he didn't dare to reach out rashly to snatch it. This Song Xi is like a cunning loach, if you really want to chase him, you really can't catch him. superior.

Now that this person sincerely wants to seek an official position under him, judging by this person's scud-like escape speed, he really has a good job arrangement for him.

Thinking of this, the Demon Lord reached out and took out a piece of drawing paper from the storage bag, and threw it to Song Xi.

"For the sake of your sincerity, I'm generous, so I won't bother with you. Join the treasure hunting team under my command and help me find this thing."

The Demon Lord automatically forgets the flag he set up before.

Song Xi raised his eyebrows, opened it unhurriedly, and was taken aback for a moment.