The enemy is now: My husband is a dragon demon

With a meow, Yan Sheng transformed into his original form, turned around and ran away quickly on the snow.

The remaining demon soldiers looked at each other in confusion. Some of them who were far away didn't even see clearly how Yan Sheng disappeared.

The only person next to me who can call the shots is Xiao Yi.

Xiaoyi smiled coquettishly: "Master, long time no see, you have to leave a messenger."

Wuchen glanced coldly at the plum blossom prints on the snow: "Isn't the person who tipped off the news gone?"

Xiaoyi made a sad face and pretended to be fearless: "Master, just for the sake of getting to know each other, don't die in a too painful way..."

Wuchen did not make a move, he turned around calmly: "Go away and tell Zhong Liyang not to threaten me with human life. I believe in Buddhism, but I am not a Buddha."

Xiaoyi nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, master, I will definitely bring the message to you!"

After saying that, he turned into a black shadow and disappeared from the place.

Wuchen summoned Wufo Temple and walked in slowly.

Lou Yueyang and Wulan walked to the statue, and Wulan looked admiringly: "You are so awesome, you scared them away in just a few strokes!"

Lou Yueyang was not surprised. She took the tripod from the Zen staff and restored it to its original state.

"Ulan, go get some rice."

Wulan brought some yellow rice and Lou Yueyang sprinkled it in. After a while, the inside of the cauldron seemed to be boiling, and the yellow rice came out gurglingly.

Ulan said in surprise: "It's hard not to use it as rice now."

Wuchen nodded: "It is indeed a good thing, but people's hearts are unpredictable. Don't expose it to the world. Wulan, send someone here to pick it up from time to time, and then send it to the porridge shed after picking it up."

Wulan agreed, and Wuchen looked at Lou Yueyang again: "You haven't recovered from your injury yet, go back and rest. You'll be fine in a few days, and I'll teach you some other techniques."

Lou Yueyang's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Okay."

The three of them went back to their rooms to rest until dawn.

When Yan Sheng escaped back to the Floating Snow Palace again, Zhong Liyang was watching and feeding the fish in the karma pond.

The maid shoveled shovelfuls of meat into the karma pond, and the arowanas rushed to put the meat into their mouths. They were so ugly that it made them sick.

After she told Zhong Liyang everything about the situation, he didn't speak for a long time.

Later, Xiaoyi also escaped.

For the first time, Zhong Liyang felt that his men were so futile.

Xiaoyi looked at him with a livid face and felt worried.

Pianyansheng was still nagging: "This monk is prettier than Hua Yi, and he is much more powerful than Hua Yi. Hua Yi is really big-hearted, and she is not afraid that he will snatch Lou Yueyang away——"

Before she could finish her words, Zhong Liyang came towards her with a sword strike, and she was able to stop talking.

Zhong Liyang thought for a moment and said, "Wuchen has a Deer Girl under his command. Capture her and pretend to be her and sneak into that rotten monk's temple. Remember, don't hurt her life."

Lou Yueyang saved the deer girl once, and thought that if Yansheng swallowed the deer girl's soul, Lou Yueyang would probably hate herself even more.

Yansheng agreed, and Xiaoyi passed Wuchen's words to Zhongliyang.

Zhong Liyang was so angry that he kicked the fish food into the karma pond. He walked back and forth a few steps on the shore and said, "If you don't show him some color, this monk really thinks I'm afraid of him!"

A name suddenly occurred to him.

He has been in the land of extreme flames for a long time, maybe he can kill this monk's majesty.

Who should we send?

He had to think about it carefully.

But the most urgent task now is to rescue Yongzhu and Xianpo.

Although they couldn't defeat Wuchen, their methods were not bad. He was short of men and couldn't let them be imprisoned by Wuchen like this.

He called Lin Xing softly: "Go and fetch Mingkui."

Lin Xing was stunned: "Your Excellency, do you want to ask Lord Mingkui to intercede with Wuchen again to save Lord Yaozhu and the others?"

Zhong Liyang snorted coldly.

Lin Xing went to the ghost world with a look of helplessness.

Zhong Liyang went to Qiutang Tower.

He was leaning on Lou Yueyang's bed, playing with a red bracelet in his hand.

This is the ruby ​​bracelet they bought together that day in the small town of Wuxi by the sea. At that time, she said that he was taken advantage of.

But later, Xiaoyi said that she sometimes secretly wore it on her hand.

But, she didn't even take it with her.

The mood was gloomy, and the window was blown open by a gloomy force with a dark moisture.

Immediately afterwards, a huge green palm appeared in the sky and headed towards Zhong Liyang's door.

Zhong Liyang's expression did not change. He only stretched out one finger to spread his palm, and then drew it back toward the void. The power with the Yin Qi from the ground disappeared.

Ming Kui walked in wearing a black and gold robe.

In the room, Lou Yueyang was halfway through writing, and the rice paper that he hadn't had time to clean up was scattered on the floor. Zhong Liyang got out of bed and picked it up.

Mingkui glanced at him and said in a very impatient voice: "Is there something else?"

He is not big in stature, but his voice is powerful. In this regard, his ghost king is very much like him.

Zhong Liyang held the paper down with a paperweight: "Let's go to Fushi Tower."

Mingkui then glanced at the room.

Well, the woman's room probably belongs to Lou Yueyang, so it's really not appropriate to discuss things here.

The two went to Fushi Tower one after another. Zhong Liyang sat down on the top floor. It had rained too much recently. Even if the Dragon King was afraid of him and did not dare to rain too much in the Floating Snow Palace, the place would inevitably get wet.

Xiaoyi made old white tea, but Mingkui didn't treat him as a guest. He poured the tea and drank it while waiting for Zhong Liyang to speak.

On the way here, he had already heard Lin Xing give an overview.

Zhong Liyang didn't speak for a long time, and Ming Kui couldn't hold it in anymore: "I heard that both Yongzhu and Xianpo were captured by Wuchen?"

Zhong Liyang glanced at him coldly: "I made you laugh."

Mingkui snorted: "I told you earlier that you couldn't touch that woman."

Zhong Liyang hates hearing this kind of words the most: "It's not up to you, a dead person, to decide whether you can touch or not touch."

Mingkui choked, sensing his displeasure, and changed the subject: "So what did you ask me to do? You don't want me to rescue them again, do you?"

Zhong Liyang raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, what use can you have?"

Mingkui sneered: "A favor can only be repaid once. Who would hold on to others just because of a little favor?"

A normal person could tell that he was mocking Zhong Liyang, but the latter didn't take it seriously at all, and even approached him with a sinister smile: "Me."

Mingkui was speechless.

Zhong Liyang sat back with a sense of pride, lowered his head and twirled his jade ring: "Tell me, how did you and Wuchen meet?"

Mingkui took a sip of tea and started to take Qiao: "It's not tasty enough, add some tangerine peel and red dates."

Zhong Liyang snorted coldly: "You know nothing."

Even so, he still asked Xiao Yi to add ingredients to the tea according to Ming Kui's instructions.

Only then was Mingkui satisfied. He recalled it carefully and said, "It's true that we didn't know each other before we met him. He couldn't remember how old he was at that time, so he went to the underworld to ask me. I ordered people to search for a long time, but they couldn't find him. Life——"

Zhong Liyang seemed to suddenly think of something and interrupted him hastily: "What did you say? Then he is the same as Lou Yueyang?"

Mingkui rolled his eyes at him: "Interrupting others is a bad habit. When did you learn it?"