The devil attacks me every day

Heyu's voice began to tremble a little, she suppressed her crying, and said loudly: "We are disciples of Xueji Sect in life, and we are disciples of Xueji Sect in death!

Scared of us, ok, we're not going out!But Zhao Qian is not from the Xueji Sect!He is a guest of Xue Jizong!In just two days, it is impossible that he will

Breeding demons? "

He Yu's tearful eyes seemed to fall into the sky full of stars, so dazzling that everyone in the Yang family dared not look directly into her eyes.

There were Yang family members talking in low voices.

Some Yang family members lowered their heads.

In just two days, no matter how strong the devilish energy is, it is impossible for an ordinary person to be infected by the devilish energy.

Yang You still kept his head tilted, looking at the small but powerful little girl inside the light curtain.

"Okay," he said, "he's coming out alone."

There were still tears in He Yu's eyes, which were suddenly replaced by sudden ecstasy.

She twitched the corners of her mouth in disbelief, then her smile grew stronger, she turned around and tugged at Meng Qi'an's sleeve: "Zhao Qian! Did you hear that?

You go out quickly!Running out of time! "

She limped back while pulling Meng Qi'an hard: "Why are you in a daze! Get out quickly!"

Smiles of despair, relief, gratitude and luck flashed across Xueji's faces, their eyes were red, and they all said one after another: "Young Master Zhao,

Get out quickly, you are not from the Xueji Sect, they will not do anything to you! "

"That's right, Mr. Zhao, you have helped us a lot... You are a guest of Xue Jizong, you shouldn't be trapped here!"

"... Mr. Zhao, I have never been ashamed to say before... I am really sorry, and I really thank you... for saving me so many times..."

"Young Master Zhao, hurry up!"

"Master Zhao..."

Meng Qi'an's eyes fixed on every young face that smiled sincerely and hoped for his life.

Unique to the disciples of the Xueji Sect, the ribbons engraved with moon-white frost flowers fluttered in the air, and they were the cleanest cloth on their bodies.

Like the purest, their hearts.

He Yu's strength was very small, and Meng Qi'an broke away from He Yu's hand without any effort.

"Zhao Qian!" He Yu's big round eyes stomped on him, "Stop messing around! Didn't you say that the flesh and blood substitute only has a stick of time?"

! "

Meng Qi'an lowered his head and pulled off the moon white frost flower ribbon tied around He Yu's wrist.

"Heyu." He seemed to be watching his sister grow up suddenly, and gently stroked her messy hair, "Let's go."

He tied the ribbon on his arm with great care, turned his head and smiled at Yang You's coffin face: "I'm sorry, I'm also from the Xueji Sect

, I appreciate Patriarch Yang's kindness! "

Meng Qi'an dragged the angry little girl several times before putting her back on his back.

He didn't say anything to the Yang family who couldn't see their expressions clearly, and strode away without looking back.

Everyone in Xueji carried or carried them on their backs, and hurriedly led their companions to catch up quickly.

The stench in the air was so strong that it almost made people spit out.

The sound of flesh and bones being torn apart and chewed was like an eternal nightmare lingering in everyone's hearts.

Someone from the Yang family secretly watched the group of Xueji disciples who left.

They looked so young, the oldest was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

Their backs are so tall and straight, and their hands extended to their companions are so warm.

The warm water penetrated through the clothes and dripped onto Meng Qi'an's shoulders.

The little girl was crying, very softly and carefully.

She turned her head and glanced at the people of the Yang family who were getting farther and farther away. She only felt that black background and white stripes were the colors she hated the most in this world.

·

Under the threat of life and death, the pace of the young people accelerated a lot. A group of people kept silent, followed the way they came before, carefully avoiding the monsters and walking far away.

away from here.

There was a boy who was carrying his companion on his back and tripped over something. The two of them nearly fell. Fortunately, there happened to be a tree next to them.

Hastily stretched out his hands to support his dangling body, and looked at his feet.

"What? Why are there vines here...or black?" He muttered, carefully raised his foot, and did not step on the raised vine again.

black vines.

Meng Qi'an paused.

He turned around and asked late, "Hei Teng? Where?"

Disciple Xue Ji pointed to the bottom of his feet: "Here... Huh? This black vine is long enough, where did it come from?"

Meng Qi'an quickly walked over from the front with Heyu on his back.

A particularly familiar black vine lay quietly on the ground, as if sensing someone coming, the top of the vine slowly lifted from the ground

Getting up, like a little snake, he looked up at Meng Qi'an.

"Hey! What the hell is this!"

"Why is it moving again! Isn't this the latest monster? Why have all the plants become monsters? Are you going to let me live?"

"Master Zhao, be careful! It might attack you!"

Meng Qi'an laughed.

He Yu leaned on his back, clearly feeling the young man's smile.

Not smiling, but laughing out loud, couldn't help laughing trembling all over.

"Zhao Qian? What's wrong with you?" She asked in a low voice.

She saw that Meng Qi'an stretched out his hand carefully, and gently touched the weird black vine.

Yes, 'gentle', countless times gentler than when treating her.

"Is it you?" The young man's voice subconsciously softened a lot, as if seeing someone trustworthy, he took off his hard defenses.

Yu general, "You came to see me, didn't you?"

He Yu just wanted to complain about what nonsense he was talking to the plant, but saw that Hei Teng nodded slightly under Meng Qi'an's hands.

Like a human, nodding?

Is she crazy? ?

·

Shulang saw more and more monsters inside the light curtain, densely crowded together and eating each other, how disgusting it was.

He couldn't help feeling disgusted, turned his face away and didn't want to look again, but the moment he turned his head, he saw a white figure behind the demon group.

Wait, is that a person?

Shulang stood up abruptly and walked towards the light curtain. The white shadow was a little far away, but she could vaguely see her appearance. She was small and had a good figure.

a woman.

"Hey!" Shu Lang shouted at the woman, "Get out of here quickly! It's dangerous!"

But the woman didn't seem to hear, she walked slowly, slightly swaying, towards this side.

Getting closer, Shu Lang saw her long black hair in a mess, her white dress was covered with stains and snow, she was very embarrassed

.

When you get closer, the curved black eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the pair of soul-stirring eyes are like peach blossoms. Even if you don't smile, you are full of romance...

Step by step, the footsteps of the woman in white are like his sudden crazy heartbeat, heavy and long.

"Zhi, Zhile?" Shu Lang raised his hand, touching the position between her eyebrows through the light curtain, tracing that beautiful golden red flame pattern,

"Zhile...Meng Zhile!" He pressed his body tightly against the light curtain as if he was crazy, and the disciples of the calligrapher around him were almost caught by the madness of the patriarch.

Shocked by such a move, they all gathered forward, but they didn't dare to hold him back, so they were in a dilemma for a while.

They saw that their Patriarch, who had become more calm in recent years, suddenly changed back to the original appearance of jumping up and down like a monkey, and they all looked at

The Patriarch yelled in the direction.

A white shadow quickly rushed into the dense forest, and the next moment, there was no one in sight.

"Zhile! I know it's you!...Meng Zhile! Meng Zhile, are you still alive?"

The curtain is knocked apart.

When Su Yaowei approached with his sword, he saw Shulang's crazy behavior standing in mid-air.

For his friend Shu Cang Zhu's family, a junior with very good talent in recent years, Su Yaowei still likes Shu Liuming——

After all, this person is also very gossip in private, and has shared with him many secrets that he did not know.

"Liu Ming!" Su Yaowei jumped down from the sword, landed lightly on Shu Lang's side, and pulled him back, "There is a vision in the pillar formation.

You are so reckless, what should you do if the pillar formation is completely destroyed? "

Shu Lang's eyes were still full of the figure of Meng Zhile he saw just now, and he couldn't calm down for a while, pinching Su Yaowei's arm and repeating

He wrote: "Meng Zhile is not dead...Meng Zhile is not dead! Liufeng was destroyed, I thought she was dead...a hundred years, a hundred years...I always thought she was dead

...why...why did I see her here..."

Yuan Jin and Shu Lang used to have a good time with a child named Meng Qi'an from Liufeng Meng's family, and he had heard about it.

It is said that there is also a man named Zhuang Nanmu. The four of them can be said to hit it off when they get together, or they can be said to share similar tastes. Anyway, they didn't do anything.

What a good thing.

"Liufeng? What are you talking about? Liuming, Liufeng has been dead for a hundred years... what do you see?"

The wood-type spiritual power soaked into the voice, carrying a unique magical power.

Induced by Su Yaowei's soft voice, Shu Lang's mood finally eased a little.

Probably because the desire to confide was too strong, under the inducement of Mu Xie, he began to slowly talk about the past a long time ago: "I like her very much...

I only really liked her in my life... After she died, after I heard that she died, I... My heart seemed to be split... I haven't come yet

Before I can tell her that I like her and want to marry her..."

Su Yaowei had never heard of this gossip.

He only knew that Shu Liuming got into a lot of love debts when he was a teenager, but after the battle of Tianjiao ended, Shu Liuming who returned to the calligrapher seemed to be a different person.

, and diligent and hardworking, the little girl stopped messing with her, she locked herself at home to practice every day, and her only pleasure was to find her friend Yuan Jin.

He is also talented, and he quickly stood out from the offshoots of the Shu family.Step by step to today, the once flamboyant young man has become a calm

Patriarch, hide all young thoughts.

"Who is she? Meng Zhile?" Su Yaowei asked again.

Shu Liuming's voice became a little sad: "Yes, her name is Meng Shu, Meng Zhile, Meng Qi'an's sister... originally... I should have called

Meng Qi'an's brother-in-law's...but...but back then..."

The more he talked, the more sad he became, but he didn't know that if Meng Qi'an was here, he would smash his head with a mallet, and he kept chanting: "I promise you to be

My brother-in-law? ? "

The author has something to say:

The promised sugar is here! !Although not in the same frame!But everyone knows!Zhuang Nanhai's avatar is also a part of him! !so!Candy!

Then, some sisters said before that Su Yaowei and their names are so nice, they have no role to eat shit in the later stage... Cough cough, too smart to provoke, such a nice name

How could I treat them as passers-by! (Although the narcissist thinks that the names of all the characters in this article are Hin nice, hahaha)