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"Your seal is gone?"

The young man looked at him straight. Tian Yusi pursed his lips, looked bitter, and nodded.

"After Ye Jue died, the seal disappeared..."

He had said at the time that he would kill Ye Jue with his own hands, but who could have thought... Leng Buyian would help him again...

Tian Yusi lowered his head and looked at the bone ring on his finger in silence.

I am really... so useless!

"it is good."

Wang Zi took a step forward with two swords in his hands, and passed Tian Yusi who was still looking down in a daze: "Let's go."

"……Walk?"

Tian Yusi was slightly stunned, then he immediately raised his head and turned to look at the indifferent young man with a look of surprise and bewilderment:

"You, you...are you going to leave with me?"

"What else?" The young man tilted his head slightly, revealing only half of his face. His long hair was draped over his shoulders, and the ends of his hair were fiery red like burning flames.

"What's the point of staying here?"

The hoarse and indifferent voice was colder than usual.

Tian Yusi frowned slightly and looked at the person in front of him. He felt as if his heart was covered, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He felt like he had changed.

Although he was still cold and his tone of voice remained the same as always, there was inexplicably something missing.

Something was missing... He didn't know, or he never knew, and never really understood.

There seemed to be an invisible wall surrounding the young man forever.

No matter how hard he tried or how he tried to show his goodwill, he couldn't break through.

"...Senior brother!"

Wu Yang's anxious voice interrupted Tian Yusi's thoughts.

He stood beside Wang Zi with red eyes, crying and sobbing:

"Brother, if you want to leave, take Xiaoliu and me with you..."

"I, Wu Yang, swore... to stay by your side forever!"

Wang Zi looked at him in a daze, and finally said softly:

"But I am a demon."

"It doesn't matter if you are a demon or a fairy! I am Wuyang not afraid! Even if you are a ghost, I will go to the King of Hell to test you!"

Wu Yang's tears flowed freely, as if he had suffered a great injustice. "Brother... please don't chase me away..."

Wang Zi lowered his eyes, and a thin layer of mist covered his golden pupils.

"Follow me, there will be many dangers."

"We are not afraid."

Yan Ting's muffled voice came, he took a step forward and stood in front of Wang Zi.

"Brother, you know..." Yan Ting's slightly childish face was still covered with tears: "Yan Ting has been your follower since he was a child."

He reached out and grabbed Wang Zi's clothes, crying softly, "Master has left, brother, please don't leave Yan Ting alone. Yan Ting has no home to return to..."

Wu Yang wiped his tears, "...we only have our senior brother."

“………”Wang Zi was silent for a moment and finally nodded.

"it is good."

Wu Yang and Yan Ting...he really couldn't leave them behind.

"Thank you, thank you, senior brother!" Wu Yang burst into tears of joy and desperately wiped his tears with his sleeves. Yan Ting smiled and nodded while crying.

"Xiaoxiaoleng..."

Feng Tingfei walked over with a sword in hand, looking dispirited.

Although he was happy that Ye Jue and Yan Sanxing died together, he still could not accept the fact that his best friend was killed.

"Where are you planning to go?" Feng Tingfei asked softly.

Feng Tingfei did not hate Wang Zi just because he was a demon. On the contrary... he was somewhat happy.

Whether human or demon, they are just living beings with different abilities.

Now that Xiao Xiao Leng has become a demon and has the ability to protect himself, Leng Xun should be relieved...

"Go to Baikui Mountain." Wang Zi replied.

"Bai Kui Mountain?" Feng Tingfei sighed, "Indeed... it is a good place for you."

He raised his eyes, looked at the young man whose appearance had changed drastically, and actually smiled softly: "I will leave too. When the time comes, I will take Xiao Shui with me, and we will travel the world together as master and disciple."

"If we meet by chance, let's have a drink together?"

"Okay." Wang Zi nodded in agreement.

Feng Tingfei stepped onto the sword and looked back at the young man with long hair.

The young man was as bright and shining as the rising sun, and his golden vertical pupils reminded him of the first time he met Jiufang Zhaolin decades ago.

At that time, he thought, how could the Phoenix be a demon?

Obviously more beautiful than fairies.

Feng Tingfei chuckled, pulled Yan Zhishui over, and flew away decisively on his sword.

"Hey! You guys!"

Yan Zhishui looked at the four people and used his hand as a megaphone to shout towards Wang Zi:

"Let me, Second Brother, live! Whoever dies will be a puppy!!!"