In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

Chapter 159 He hopes that they can all live

"People in the cultivation world would not do such a mindless thing." Gu Qingming pulled Ji Jiuyou behind him, "Your Majesty, please be cautious."

Jiang Ying also gradually recovered from her anger, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

The comprehension world is now facing off against the demons, and the chances of winning are not great. How dare they raise such a condition? Do they have any plans?

"Qing Ming, I remember Xiaoyaozong has a young disciple named Fang Rui," Jiang Ying said.

Gu Qingming understood what he meant in an instant, and cupped his hands, "This subordinate will do it now."

Jiang Ying wanted him to use puppetry to manipulate Fang Rui, so as to find out the latest trends in the cultivation world.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate is willing to assist Dongjun." After hearing this, Mo Wanjun got up quickly.

Jiang Ying glanced at her indifferently, wondering what this woman had come up with, "When did the saint become so warm-hearted?"

"At such a critical moment, how can I stay out of it?" Mo Wanjun said softly, as if she couldn't hear his ridicule.

Gu Qingming smiled, "It's my honor to have the saintess help me."

The matter between him and Mo Wanjun still needs a lot of communication, and it is not beautiful to always hide it, so it is better to use this as an excuse to facilitate the two of them to act in the future.

"Okay, then you two will be together," Jiang Ying raised his chin.

How could these two people who had nothing to do with each other suddenly become so close? He didn't believe Mo Wanjun's nonsense.

If this woman really had the Demon Race in her heart, she would not have abandoned the Demon Race 18 years ago.

"Your Majesty," Ji Jiuyou was a little anxious seeing what they meant and not planning to fight with the cultivation world for the time being.

Jiang Ying looked at the leaving figures of Gu Qingming and Mo Wanjun, with a hint of playfulness on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry about Jiuyou, there will be a chance."

"Qiu Shui stay here, you two go back first," Jiang Ying waved his hand and gave the order.

He has some matters now, and Song Qiushui needs to clarify them.

When there were only two people left in the hall, Jiang Ying walked slowly to Song Qiushui, "How are you doing recently?"

Song Qiushui was the least like a demon in the entire demon clan, but rather like a frail scholar in the mortal world, with a very weak body.

And all of this is related to the exercises he practiced.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Song Qiushui was a bit haggard, with a sickly paleness on his lips, "I don't know why your lord is confused."

Jiang Ying was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized, "I really can't hide anything from you. This deity wants you to see the end of this deity."

In the past, he would definitely not care about these illusory things, and he would die when he died, but now that Liu Wangshu has thoughts in his heart, he has to care about some things.

"Ahem," Song Qiushui covered the corner of his mouth with his right hand, "Okay, but I have something to ask."

Jiang Ying chuckled, "You can't let go of the rain and smoke."

He patted Song Qiushui on the shoulder, "Don't worry, as long as the deity is here, nothing will happen to her."

When Song Qiushui heard this, a faint blush appeared on his pale face, "Then thank you, Your Majesty."

He knew that his time was short, because of the exercises he practiced, his body was getting worse day by day.

Therefore, he would hardly use exercises casually to spy on a person's past and future.

He agreed to help Jiang Ying today because he wanted Jiang Ying to accept his love and treat Yu Qingyan kindly after his death.

The two stopped talking, and there was only a faint blue light flickering in the hall.

Jiang Ying closed her eyes tightly, as if she saw something bad, and frowned.

Song Qiushui's condition is also not good, his body is like a fallen autumn leaf, and it is almost to the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is withered.

"Pfft", Song Qiushui's body couldn't bear it after all, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

"Qiu Shui", Jiang Ying stood up, supported him, and sent him some demon energy.

A faint black mist poured into Song Qiushui's body, gradually calming down his breathing, and his complexion also slightly improved.

"No problem," Song Qiushui shook his head lightly, pushing away Jiang Ying who was supporting him, "I know my body well, I can't die."

There was concern in Jiang Ying's eyes, "I'll give you some magic energy again."

"No need." Song Qiushui shook his head with a smile, and coughed a few more times, "Your Majesty knows everything you want to know, so I'll go first."

After speaking, he saluted and turned to leave.

Looking at his thin figure, Jiang Ying couldn't help but sighed softly.

He and the four demon kings lived and died together. It would be a lie to say that they have no feelings. Seeing Song Qiushui like this, he felt infinitely regretful.

Jiang Ying selfishly hopes that they can all live well.

It wasn't until the light blue figure completely disappeared that Jiang Ying slowly looked away.

Just now he saw that he would die, because the Yaoguang that made the demons fear thousands of years ago had returned.

And he finally saw the true face of the legendary Yao Guang, who was actually an old acquaintance.

Jiang Ying's eyes darkened. Thousands of years ago, the demon clan was suppressed by the cultivation world because the Demon Lord was a waste at that time. Now he will not allow the cultivation world to be comfortable for too long.

"Ming Ruochu, I am looking forward to it, who will win between you and me?"

Legend has it that Yaoguang always wears a mask when he goes out of the station, and never shows his true face to others. Today he knows that Ming Ruochu is Yaoguang.

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