The cute sword breaks the sky!

Correct!

He is not a demon!

He, he didn't have to think that way at all.

However, the more she thought about it, the more flustered Honglian became.

Until the little hand was tightly held by the warm hands, and it was covered with heat.

Honglian froze for a moment, he looked back, but only bumped into those tender eyes.

Honglian opened her mouth, and he said something,

"Sword sword."

However, Jianjian just smiled slightly, like a young master Pianpian, his robe fluttering wantonly with the wind, and the cold wind blew, but it never cooled Honglian's heart.

Because those hands were so warm that he couldn't get away from them.

Hong Lian slightly curled her lips, staring at Jian Jian, and couldn't help laughing.

"Sword sword."

But Master Xuan Lu naturally didn't have their lingering mood, he just half-closed his eyes and looked at Wen Moyuan seriously.

What exactly does this devil want to do...

When Daoist Xuanlu's eyes swept over the other demons, his eyes suddenly went dark.

But at this time, there was another sound in my ear,

"Master! Tell me, why did they sacrifice their demons?

Just to improve cultivation?

However, if you kill the demons in public, aren't you afraid that the demons will retaliate?

Could it be that this Demon Lord is brain-dead? "

Hearing this, Master Xuan Lu frowned more and more.

Yes, this Demon Lord is not brain-dead, so why did he choose to be in front of the public?

This is not normal.

If he wanted to improve his cultivation, he could suddenly suck the cultivation of these people away in the middle of the night, which would be even better.

After all, in the middle of the night, at least these people will not resist.

Moreover, in the middle of the night, the essence of moonlight will be scattered on the body, which will be more conducive to the advancement of cultivation.

Could it be that this Demon Lord Wen Moyuan didn't want to improve his cultivation?

But if you don't want to improve your cultivation, what do you want to do?

Could it be...

The real Xuanlu who had figured it out flashed a hint of clarity in his eyes, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"I didn't expect this Wen Moyuan to be really ambitious.

When he returned to the Demon Race from the very beginning, he probably didn't want to revitalize the Demon Race, but wanted to save the lives of everyone in the Demon Race to save Zhuhe!Use it to treat Zhuhe's body! "

"Zhuhe? What is that?" Hong Lian looked puzzled, his eyes were blank, he looked around and said confusedly: "Master, who is Zhuhe? I don't know who is Zhuhe."

"Zhuhe is the person he is hugging." Master Xuanlu waved his hand indifferently, not caring at all how much impact this sentence had on Honglian.

"You said, he wanted to save Zhuhe?" Honglian looked at Master Xuanlu in disbelief, and then he put his eyes on Zhuhe's body, unable to stick it any longer.

This Zhuhe looks so much like him, with those eyebrows, those bewildered eyes, that...

How much it all resembled him.

However, at this time, the master told him that it turned out that this Demon Monarch Wen Moyuan was not a bad person, but he wanted to save this Zhuhe.

But if he wanted to save this Zhuhe, then why did Wen Moyuan abuse and torture Zhuhe?

Thinking about it, Honglian was furious about the provident fund for some reason. He clenched his fists, trembling, and questioned uncontrollably.

"Since he wants to save this Zhuhe, why does he torture this Zhuhe, fuck this Zhuhe, insult this Zhuhe?"

However, Master Xuan Lu who heard these words did not hear Hong Lian's inner emotions. He just frowned and said with a sneer: "I'm afraid this is just one of his schemes."