Help! The ascetic and cold senior brother is actually a fallen demon villain

The smell can be concealed, just like Lian Enyu. He only stayed with her for a while, and the smell of him on Bai Qiao became much weaker.

This red dragon exists intentionally.

Only getting married is the best way to declare sovereignty.

Xing Changjie and Goggles have already been arranged, but they only open it to the cultivation world. The reason is that Xing Changjie was afraid of being beaten by her mother, so she found a Taoist companion and refused to take it back to the two elders to see.

Due to Geng Jing's status as a demon, it was difficult to handle the Star Festival.

And what he wants is these six realms, not just the world of cultivation.

"Okay," unexpectedly, Bai Qiao deserved to be more straightforward than he thought, "but before that, I want to meet someone alone."

"Who?"

"Bu Yuansheng."

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The twilight is closing, and the autumn cicadas are croaking.

In the forgotten corner, dim light poured in through the broken windows, and the reflected scarlet light was distorted into blood red.

The dim light illuminates every corner of the space clearly, revealing the weirdness without mercy.

Humidity filled the air, and a depressing breath pressed heavily on my heart.

A flash of eye-catching white hair flashed past, raising the end of the curly hair, driving the milky white ribbons intertwined in the hair, how crisp the sound of the slim woman's heels stepped on in this silent space.

A dusty snow lotus suddenly appeared out of thin air in the dirty quagmire. The prisoners held on to the bars of the cage to find out, causing the chains to clank.

Finally, the pair of embroidered shoes embedded with several pearls from the sea stopped outside a cell. The tips of the shoes turned towards him, and the brown eyes stared closely at a man sitting cross-legged, "Half a month is gone, Bu Yuansheng."

The man who was meditating opened his golden eyes and looked up at her. The god was still so clean. Even though he was imprisoned in this dirty place, he still stood tall.

"Are you colluding with Di Yan?"

What is this place? The Devil's Snake Cage was heavily guarded, and she was able to walk in swaggering with no one but the tacit approval of the black fox.

"Bai Qiao!"

Amidst the woman's ear-piercing scream, one of her clawed hands suddenly passed through the iron bars, and her nails painted with red khaodan were long and sharp and tickled her face.

Bai Qiao stepped back with her right foot and took half a step back, allowing her to scratch the air.

Bu Yuanyan, who was scarred before, was healed by divine power, and his wounds were all healed, but his temper was still arrogant.

"You bitch! The United Demon Clan imprisoned me here. I'm going to kill you - ah!"

A strong wind blew toward her face, and Bu Yuanyan's head instantly tilted to one side, her fair cheeks swelling and turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She stared blankly, as if she couldn't believe it.

Bai Qiao actually...

He actually slapped her in the air!

The girl outside the cage had exquisite makeup, but her face was unconcealedly cold, and the left hand that had just struck the wind was raised into the air.

"Bu Yuanyan, please keep your mouth clean. At this point, you have become a prisoner and you still don't understand your current situation?"

"you!"

"What am I? You have nothing to do here. Don't come in front of me to show your presence. It's not you I'm looking for. If you say one more thing, I'll give you another slap in the face."

"..." Bu Yuanyan didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, her face still hurt.

After suppressing Bu Yuanyan's arrogance, Bai Qiao's eyes first turned to Bu Yuansheng, planning to question him later. She turned her eyes and looked at Mo Zezhong, who had a dove-shaped face.

"Master Mo, I have something to ask you."

Mo Zezhong's condition was not good at this time. He was leaning against the wall, his face as pale as paper, like the waning moon in an ancient well. His cheekbones were high and his skin was close to the bones, showing the deep outline of his eye sockets.

"What are you asking?" Even his voice was hoarse.

Bai Qiao leaned down and looked at him levelly, "I once went out for training and was chased by unknown assassins on the way. I just want to know if those assassins in black are the ones you sent?"

Her calm words were wrapped in a storm.

More than a dozen assassins chased her from south to north, unable to shake them off like dog-skin plaster. Of course, they killed all of them who suddenly pursued her.

They are dead soldiers and would rather die than reveal the mastermind behind it, so they have no clue of the investigation.

If she hadn't overheard it in the secret realm, she would have been kept in the dark.

Mo Zezhong's cloudy old eyes squinted at the frosty-faced girl, twitching the corner of his mouth, and boldly admitted directly, "Yes."

The gods have become irreversible in the hands of the demons. His youngest son's methods are really terrible. He knew that he had colluded with the immortals to rebel, but he never thought that the demons were also involved.

The three realms unite, and the independent Gods have only one result, and that is surrender.

As expected, Bai Qiao's pupils shrank, and her fingertips clenched into fists. The already white joints were bloodless due to excessive force.

"Thanks to you, your dead soldiers gave me poisonous powder in my eyes, causing me to be temporarily blind."

"Let me ask you again, who saved me and who took care of me during those days in the ruined temple?"

For five days, that man took good care of her for five days, almost never leaving her, and protecting her well.

The quiet man would bring food back from outside to feed her every day. He would clean up the messy ruined temple and put his coat on the haystack, just to make her sleep clean and comfortable.

He himself stayed by the side all night, watching out for another assassin attack, and advised him to rest, but he resisted and said it was okay.

Whenever I get close to him, the man always has the nice smell of agarwood, cold and steady...

"..." Thinking of this, Bai Qiao's face froze.

Countless thoughts came to her, and she opened her mouth, unable to say a word for a long time.

Mo Zezhong saw the shock on her face and snorted coldly, "Don't you already know the answer? Why bother asking me? Chen'er happened to have the opportunity to go out." He took advantage of a loophole.

He didn't want to push the emperor's daughter to a dead end at first. He just wanted to hurt her a few times and submit, and then let Chen'er go out to rescue her and create a hero to save the beauty.

Unexpectedly, her spiritual power was so powerful, and her physical and sword skills were not to mention. Not only was she not injured, but his men were completely annihilated. The only benefit was that she was poisoned by poisonous powder in her eyes.

How to implement his plan without a goal? Now that we are increasing our manpower to search, will this opportunity come to our door?

Why not take the opportunity you picked up? The main blame was Baili's bad luck. He didn't even know the existence of this illegitimate child at the time.

"..." Bai Qiao bit her lip and lowered her head, covering her head in pain as she sorted out all the messy memories.

Because this happened so long ago, she didn't have much contact with her senior brother before she left the sect, and she only caught his sight occasionally.

But when she looked back, the man in white clothes who looked like an immortal looked away again, and naturally passed her by, as if he had never stopped, so she didn't take it to heart.

Let alone the destruction of the temple.

She always thought that her relationship with him was just the black fox she adopted when she was a child. Gradually, she had too many intimate activities with her senior brother and came into contact with Naxiang, so she didn't think about it.

But why didn't he tell her later? The ice flower, the water platform attic, and the ruined temple were all clearly his, so why didn't he tell her.

Is it because of the identity barrier and inferiority complex?