Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

It was like an unintentional question, and the retorting Immortal Master Wuliang was speechless.

His increasingly cloudy eyes fell firmly on Bai Nuannuan's body, as if he could see through people's hearts and see clearly the innocent look of Bai Nuannuan who pretended to have amnesia.

But in just a moment, Fu Xianzhi protected her completely behind him, treating her like a jewel.

That's it.

"I'm afraid this is God's will."

Immortal Master Wuliang never bullies others. He sighed sadly and turned around slowly. The dying Feng Qingyao had been helped up by Wu Qinglan and stood behind him.

Feng Qingyao seemed puzzled, but also seemed a little unwilling.

Immortal Master Wuliang opened his mouth to resolve it for her: "Don't let other people's thoughts control you. They are evil obstacles to you."

For no reason, Feng Qingyao trembled all over and looked at Wuliang Immortal Master in confusion: "Immortal Lord?"

Bai Nuannuan suddenly stopped crying, and Fu Xianzhi carefully wiped her face which was slightly red from crying.

She suddenly felt that Wuliang Immortal Master was not like an NPC who could only issue tasks.

As the number one immortal master in the world of cultivation, capable of mastering the art of divination and communicating with heaven, Wuliang Immortal Master may know many things.

Perhaps it was for the sake of Wuliang Immortal Master's last-minute choice to avoid embarrassment, Bai Nuannuan suddenly straightened her face and bowed slowly after his departure.

It was polite and respectful, as if saying goodbye and thanking each other as the last bond between master and disciple.

Invisibly, the wind lifted her up, calmly.

Bai Nuannuan blinked. Due to her original body memory, she suddenly felt sad and the tip of her nose felt a little sore.

But Fu Xianzhi was always by her side.

He shielded Bai Nuannuan from the biting cold wind in the Demon Realm, and supported her: "You have just come back to life, I will take you back to rest first."

Bai Nuannuan sobbed twice and said "Okay" to him.

Fu Xianzhi curled his lips and smiled softly. When he passed by with his arms in his arms, he turned his head and glanced.

The sudden change in his eyes was like a nine-foot ice edge, which made people feel cold and fearful.

The pale lips parted slightly, with an air of fierce cruelty.

--kill

The snow fox suddenly transformed into a human being, with sharp fingers and claws. Looking at the cultivator who was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, his eyes were full of excitement.

Without the old man from Tiandao Palace, what would these anxious people be?

There is something dirty and pickled in the mouth.

Her ears were suddenly covered, and Bai Nuannuan raised her eyes in confusion, looked at Fu Xianzhi in confusion, and opened her mouth: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xianzhi's expression remained unchanged, and he lied very calmly: "There are many monsters in the Demon Realm. Their voices are like loud bells, and they are hoarse and unpleasant. I'm afraid of scaring you."

Bai Nuannuan bent her eyes at him.

*

There is something to be said in the storybook that defines the world for future generations——

"Speaking of which, the Immortal Master of the Tiandao Palace practices divination as far as Tiandao is concerned. But his disciples are like a plate of loose sand."

"The most senior disciple of Mr. Baiyu on Moshang is actually the senior disciple in the Demon Realm! It's really abominable to disturb the peace of the three realms with the other two!"

"The fifth disciple was trapped by love and fell into the evil way, causing the prosperous Song Dynasty to disappear overnight. It is really abominable!"

The storyteller spoke with an angry expression, but was reluctant to tell the end of the story. The guests below were impatient to wait and immediately knocked on the porcelain bowl with the handle of the fan.

"Sir, what you said is so strange! Even though Wuliang Immortal Master is the number one in the world of cultivation, how could he cultivate such a disciple with such bad morals? And how did such a terrible disaster in the Song Dynasty come to an end? "

This question put the storyteller in a bit of a dilemma.

Touching his gray beard, the storyteller felt a little embarrassed at the time and said slowly: "If we talk about the disaster in the Song Dynasty, it was first solved by the second disciple Song Qingnuan, who was also the original princess of Anqing."

The hall was silent.

Among the crowd, a pretty little girl with a two-cornered bun was sitting obediently next to her parents. She snorted angrily: "You sir, are talking nonsense! Now that the princess of Anqing has solved the problem, How can we say she is a bad person when disaster happens?”

The storyteller was speechless.

On the second floor, Bai Nuannuan was leaning on the railing and looking out, lazily taking half a bottle of wine and leaning on the red lacquered wood.

"It's windy here, be careful of the wind and chill."

Bai Nuannuan knew who was coming without looking back. She threw the half-empty wine bottle to one side and threw herself into his arms drunkenly: "You're here!"

Fu Xianzhi held her up properly and protected her behind to prevent her from accidentally falling.

Seeing her chic look, Fu Xianzhi glanced at her: "You've been angry for so many days and your anger has finally subsided?"

He sneaked away and came to drink, but he really refused to treat himself badly at all.

When she brought up the old things, Bai Nuannuan was still a little angry and glared at him: "Who told you to make trouble for me every day..."

Playing songs every night, my back hurts.

Fu Xianzhi's eyes darkened, and he looked at her lips that were soaked with wine, and said with a clear meaning: "Madam."

The tone seemed to be seductive, seducing her into falling step by step.

"...You are cheating, you are using your beauty!"

After half a month, Lord Demon Lord finally caught his wife who had escaped from home.

The smell of wine steamed up, making Bai Nuannuan's whole little face turn red.

Bai Nuannuan was thrown into the brocade quilt, turned over, looked at the beauty so close, and suddenly became greedy.

Her slender white fingers wrapped around the man's neck, and she was unscrupulous in her pampering. She smiled slyly, as if teasing a good woman, and hooked his chin: "Ah, where did this handsome man come from?"

Fu Xianzhi suddenly lost control as his slender and straight legs hooked the man's thin waist.

Covering her snow-white soft chest, sucking carefully at the spring color inadvertently exposed at the skirt of her clothes.

When they raised their heads again, both of them looked emotionally moved, especially him, who was so hoarse that he asked, "Will you run away this time?"

Untying the corset around his waist and rubbing against him with a smile: "I'll run with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man who had always been cold and calm seemed to have fire in his eyes, and he leaned down to urge her to fall in love with him.

The rising and falling spring scenery was gently covered by gauze curtains.

A few sweet squeaks suddenly passed by, making people's hearts tremble.

The demon beasts who heard that Madam Demon King was back were happily rushing to the top of the Demon Realm, but as expected, they came to nothing.

Looking at the formation that kept them out, they shouted questions at each other.

"Which liar is it that said Madam is back? I thought I could get two more fruits this time!"

"Liar liar!"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Why isn’t Madam back yet? Why is the Demon Lord so useless and always makes Madam angry? What will happen if Madam really leaves one day?”

"Can you say something nice?"

In the 11th year of the Magic Calendar, several monsters got into a fight No. 15 due to a temporary quarrel and were sentenced to seven days without eating meat.

Warcraft: Crying.