Being a villain is also popular in the world of self-cultivation

After Shen Wuhuo left, Shen Chi's eyes fell on a black lacquered token on several tables, which was an invitation to the Wanbaolou auction.

Each piece of invitation order can allow two people to enter the arena. Yesterday Shen Chi snatched one piece from the cultivator surnamed Yang who held the Talisman Sect, so this piece was naturally taken back by Shen Wuhuo. More precisely, it should be After he promised Yun Rao to go to the auction, Shen Wuhuo got it back.

A complex look flashed across his face, Shen Chi raised his hand to put away the tokens, turned and went to the bathroom.

At the same time, in the main hall of the Demon Palace, the demon cultivators knelt on the ground without daring to make a sound. A tall man knelt at the foot of the steps. His blue clothes were soaked with blood, and the ripped part of his clothes could still be seen deeply. The wound on the bone, the blood dripped and splashed on the ground along the wound, he buried his head on the ground, although his voice was weak, it was calm and calm, "This subordinate has seen your superior, this subordinate has failed in the mission, please punish me .”

"Oh? Cough cough." The man in the hall was pale, and his dark red clothes were like blood, which made his too thin face even more strange. He coughed heart-piercingly, and his voice was sharp and cold, as if The sound of sharp nails digging on an iron plate is creepy, "Qing Lian, how long have you been the Son of the Demon Palace?"

Qing Lian lowered her head even lower, "Return to Your Majesty, it's been 100 years."

"Ahem, if I remember correctly, you must have the cultivation of a devil baby." The voice of the demon became even hoarse, and his dark eyes were full of madness, "You should explain it to the deity. After so long, why did you even have a baby?" Didn't the little baby in the Golden Core stage get back?"

Qing Lian was silent, his back was stiff, sweat mixed with blood stains dripped from his forehead across the tip of his nose to the ground.

"Say!"

The coercion emanated from the Demon Lord, Qing Lian's body swayed, and he nearly fell to the ground. After a long while, he finally recovered from the coercion, and his voice was hoarse, "Returning to the Lord, this subordinate obeys your orders and the Lord... …The two met by chance and stayed by their side to wait for an opportunity to act. However, after they rescued their subordinate that day, they handed over their subordinate to the woman. It is an opportunity, and her admirer has enough cultivation in the late stage of Nascent Soul, so I don't know how to fight with strength, so my subordinates have to wait for the opportunity."

"Yesterday, my subordinates finally found the opportunity, but they didn't expect to fall into the trap of those people. They were poisoned and escaped desperately." Qing Lian spat out a mouthful of blood as he spoke, staining the area under his body red. On the ground, "It's my subordinates who are not doing their job well, please punish me."

The demon king who was originally sitting on the main seat disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, a pale and slender finger that seemed to have only bones left was strangling Qing Lian's throat.

The excessive coercion made Qing Lian's joints creak. Since his throat was in the hands of the Demon Venerable, he could only look up and look at the Demon Venerable. What he saw was a distorted face and a pair of eyes that almost lost his mind. red eyes.

Qinglian's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't tell what expression it was, but he looked at Mozun with the same fanaticism and reverence as before.

Xu Shi was pleased by his eyes, Mozun let go of his hand, "Forget it, let's go down."

"Your Majesty." Qing Lian's voice was unbearably hoarse, "I have a merciless request."

"What's the matter?"

"The subordinate is seriously injured. In order to be loyal to the superior as soon as possible, I implore the superior to allow the subordinate to go to the secret room to recuperate."

Mozun glanced at Qing Lian, "You are the Holy Son, you have the right to enter the secret room, sure." After speaking, he turned and went to the inner hall.

The rest of the demon cultivators didn't dare to look at Qinglian who was lying on the ground at all, and when they saw the demon master leaving, they also retreated one after another.

Qing Lian was lying on the ground, coughing up another mouthful of blood, his arms trembling for a few times but he couldn't stand up, his head was dizzy, and when he saw that he was about to stand up, his legs softened and he knelt down again. The hand hanging by his side pressed hard on the wound on the abdomen that had stopped bleeding.

The sharp pain finally woke him up, Qinglian looked at the empty people on the steps, the enthusiasm in his eyes dissipated, leaving only indifference, sarcasm, and deep killing intent.

Soon Qinglian put away her emotions and staggered towards the secret room of the inner hall.

The son of Moxiu was seriously injured and went to the secret room to recuperate, and then disappeared together with the treasure of the magic palace originally hidden in the secret room.

On the eighth day of the deadline given by Shen Wuhuo, and the day before the auction started, there was a knock on the door of Shen Chi's room.

Shen Chi was lying on the soft couch, holding a book in his hand, feeling drowsy, he raised his eyes when he heard the sound, "Come in."

Shen Chi's voice was already very nice, maybe a little sleepy, and when he spoke it was a little tender, it made people blush inexplicably upon hearing it.

Pushing the door open was a man of medium build who was dressed as a junior. The door closed behind him, but he didn't move for a long time.

Shen Chi rubbed the center of his brows, this is almost his habitual action these days, he sat up, looked at the ordinary 'Xiaoer' in front of him, his eyes paused on his slightly red ears , "Who are you?"

'Xiaoer' hesitated for a while, and said, "My lord."

"Qinglian." Shen Chi instantly confirmed the identity of this person, without any surprise on his face.

Hearing Shen Chi call out his name without any hesitation, Qing Lian seemed a little happy. He touched his hot chest and calmed down, "Master, my name is Qing Lian, Lian Yi's Lian."

"Well, Qinglian." Shen Chi naturally knows the name of the devil's holy son. When he served as the devil in his previous life, this person led the former devil's subordinates to attack him many times, and was finally cut off by his sword, " Why did you change your costume?"

"Do you like my previous attire?" Qinglian's eyes lit up, and she continued: "If you like, I can dress you up every day, but I may have to change my appearance, otherwise I will definitely be noticed by the Demon Lord. It will cause trouble for the son."

Without answering his question, Shen Chi just straightened his somewhat messy skirt.

Shen Chi didn't communicate much with Qing Lian in his previous life. The few times they met were plots and fights, but he was very impressed with this person. Qing Lian was very good at changing clothes. He almost fell into a trap once, but it was interesting. What's more, this person never disguised himself as a woman unless he had to, and hated women's clothes deeply. It happened that Shen Chi had seen him disguised as a woman once in his previous life, and he happened to be [-]% similar to Qinglian.

That's why Shen Chi rescued Qinglian from the street that day. It has to be said that it is indeed very interesting to see His Highness the Holy Son, who has always been dignified and calm with tears in his eyes.

Qinglian's eyes swept over Shen Chi's face, then took out an exquisite and simple box and opened it in front of Shen Chi, revealing a crystal clear black bead the size of an egg, he said: "This is the soul-absorbing bead."

Shen Chi glanced over the soul-destroying pearl, nodded slightly, looked at Qinglian's ordinary face now, and then took out a medicine bottle, "This is the antidote."

"I don't want an antidote," Qing Lian put the box in front of Shen Chi, his eyes were a little dark, "I stole the soul-absorbing orb and became a public enemy of demon cultivators. I can't go back, and I beg you to take me in. Knowing that you won't trust me, then use the pill in my body as your bargaining chip to control me."

Qing Lian wiped his face with his hand, at the same time, his body size skyrocketed, he was actually two points taller than Shen Chi, with a pair of peach blossom eyes sparkling, looking at Shen Chi pitifully.

Inexplicably, Shen Chi felt that this look was familiar, turned his head to look at Zhi Ying who was squatting on the ground gnawing on a bone, and flicked a wave of spiritual power to knock that bone away. Unexpectedly, the kitten showed the same expression on his face.

Looking from the cat's face to Qinglian, Shen Chi said: "Why?"

"Ahem." Qing Lian's face was slightly blushing, as if he was very shy, and after a while he glanced at Shen Chi again, "Young master is the most beautiful person Qing Lian has ever seen, I fell in love with you at first sight." Then he said, " Thanks to Mr. Wuhuo's medicine, I got rid of the demon's shackles. Don't worry, Mr. I can drive a car, cook and do chores. , you can drive me out of my wits."

"Take away the antidote and leave this place, otherwise you will be destroyed."

Before Shen Chi opened his mouth, Shen Wuhuo's cold voice reached Qinglian's ears. He turned his head just in time to see Shen Wuhuo's dark eyes. He could not change his face, but in front of these two people, he always had a feeling of being seen through.

Although it seems that Shen Wuhuo's cultivation is not as good as his on the surface, Qing Lian has experienced it deeply a few days ago. As a demon infant cultivator comparable to Nascent Soul, in front of Shen Wuhuo, he unexpectedly He didn't even have the slightest strength to fight back, and was firmly restrained by Shen Wuhuo as soon as he made a move. Although he didn't use all his strength at that time, and he never really wanted to hurt Shen Chi, he couldn't deny Shen Wuhuo's strength.

"My lord, Qing Lian's intentions are true, I hope you can think about it again, Qing Lian has nothing else to ask but to stay with you." Qing Lian was still a little unwilling, skipping Shen Wuhuo's gnawing eyes , waiting stubbornly for Shen Chi's answer, his eyes full of seriousness and apprehension.

"I accept your wish, thank you." Shen Chi pushed the medicine bottle at hand forward.

Seeing Shen Chi's actions, how could Qing Lian not understand his refusal, as if he had been hit hard, his face turned pale immediately, he forced a smile, reached out to pick up the medicine bottle on the coffee table, and put his finger on the place Shen Chi had just touched After rubbing it for a while, he took a deep look at Shen Chi, and said with a dry voice, "...Farewell."

Shen Chi nodded, "Farewell."

When Qinglian left, her steps were a little vain, and she looked devastated.

Raising his hand to touch his chin, Shen Chi stared straight at Qinglian's back, until the door was completely closed, he still didn't look back.

"Xiao Chi is reluctant?" Shen Wuhuo sat down beside Shen Chi, and handed the freshly brewed tea to him.

Shen Chi yawned, reached out to take a sip from the teacup, the bitter taste made him sober up, and then turned to Shen Wuhuo, "Brother, have you tasted it?"

The teapot in Shen Wuhuo's hand knocked against the edge of the tray, making a crisp sound.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Shen Wuhuo: That's right, that's right, I'm just jealous, so sore!That kid didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, but he dared to confess his love to Xiaochi!No, I have to confess!

People who eat melons: queue up to eat melons, and wait for confession.