After transmigrating into the book, the heartthrob Shizun lost his horse

The purpose of the two demon cultivators in the cave was obvious that day, they came for the sword spirit!

He couldn't undo the binding spell that Yu Chengzhou cast on Wenhong!

Jiang Yu clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips turned blue and white.

"What's the matter?" Wen Hong couldn't leave the bed, he sensed that something was wrong with Jiang Yu, hooked his fingertips on the corner of his clothes, got up and rubbed his head against his chest, warm breath on his neckline, " Master, with me..."

As soon as Jiang Yu lowered his head, his own figure was reflected in those two small canine teeth, round cat-like eyes, and black and white pupils.The clarity of the young man and the bloodiness of the fierce spirit demon perfectly blended together.

"It's nothing..." What's the use of having you around.

Jiang Yu couldn't bear it anymore, "You stay here, I'll go out for a while." He pulled the quilt and pillows for Wen Hong, and pushed him to the back of the bed, where he put down the heavy curtains. For a moment, Wenhong grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Wen Hong lowered his head, sniffed deeply on the slender and white wrist bones, and pecked lightly, and couldn't bear to burn the scars, "...the promised double cultivation." His voice was hoarse.

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment and smiled at him.Wenhong was intoxicated in the shallow spring water, and unconsciously let go of his hand.

Jingyang Jingyue was a little sleepy, leaning on both sides of the door and staring in a daze, thinking about the order of the devil to leave, she didn't dare to really just fall asleep like this.

Afraid of disturbing the mortals who came and went in the courtyard, they deliberately placed a barrier on themselves, so that non-magic cultivators could not see their figures.

The door behind him creaked open.The lady came out with her hands behind her back.

In a daze, Jing Yang wanted to bow to his wife as he did to the devil.

Jing Yue held him back, winked at him, and shook her head.

That's right, Madam is just an ordinary monk, and they can't be seen at the moment.

Madam closed the door tightly, turned around and walked to the veranda.Jingyang Jingyue slowed down without knowing it, and followed, anyway, the task they received was to secretly protect his wife's safety.

The madam is really good-looking, her side face is sharp but still softly curved, her figure is soft but tall and strong, her light blue robe is draped over her shoulders, catching the white moonlight.

Jing Yang touched the tip of his nose, relying on the fact that his wife couldn't see him, he boldly admired him, a little absorbed in watching him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Jiang Yu turned his head abruptly, and was facing the weird smiles of the two demon cultivators. Those two pairs of eyes under the black robes were looking straight at him, shining with a cold light.

"husband……"

Jiang Yu's eyes darkened, his hands cut through the air like a sharp blade, and he slashed straight at Moxiu's throat without mercy!It was the candlestick he took away temporarily. It was wide at both ends and narrow in the middle. It nailed Moxiu to the pillar and pinched his throat tightly.

The sharp platform legs passed by, easily scratching his skin.

Another magician seemed to want to take the opportunity to approach him from behind.

Jiang Yu made an elbow with his left hand, and his right hand contracted at the same time.

"do not move!"

I don't know who gave him the courage tonight. He knew that he was at an absolute disadvantage with strength alone, but Wenhong was still lying in the house unable to protect himself.There was no way he could retreat, he gritted his teeth, seized the opportunity, and decided to win quickly.

The robe was lifted by the night wind. Under the moonlight, Jiang Yu's kneecap hit Moxiu's lower abdomen, further restraining him.

Moxiu snorted, frowned and looked at him, as if he was really hurt, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

"Who told you we were here?"

Cold sweat had already soaked his back, and Jiang Yu hesitated for a quarter of an hour, whether these two demon cultivators were too easy to deal with.

However, fear and tension had completely occupied his brain, his heartbeat was too violent, and his blood was surging, helping him completely eliminate the last bit of doubt.

The devil hesitated for a moment, and squeezed out a few words, "Devil Lord, let us..." His voice was cut off, and another devil kicked him immediately.

But Jiang Yu still captured the key information, Demon Lord!

That frightening figure that night, those brutal, rough, violent actions, those low, vulgar, obscene words...

No wonder, it turned out to be a Demon Lord.

Jiang Yu smiled lightly.

Being suppressed, played with, ridiculed, the disgust and anxiety that had been lingering in his heart for a long time broke out completely.

Jing Yang didn't dare to act rashly, not because he was crushed to death, but because he was afraid of hurting his frail wife.

He secretly slandered in his heart that the couple really knew how to play, so he would whip him against the pillar every now and then, not knowing what kind of fun it was.

Just when Jing Yang was about to persuade his wife to let go, the candlestick on his neck suddenly ignited.

The black firelight illuminated half of his face.

The black flame transformed into a sharp dagger in Madam's hands, and together with the gradually thickening black mist around him, the small vermilion mole on his forehead was set off even more vividly.

If you can ignore the sharp weapon, the young man in front of you is so beautiful that it is almost demonic, the corners of his charming eyes are still red, under his red lips, the tip of his tongue flicks slightly, spit out a series of deadly formulas.

His beauty at the moment is exposed together with the dagger.

But Jing Yang was already unable to appreciate it, as his breathing was gradually deprived, he was deeply under a powerful pressure, and the spiritual power in his whole body was gradually withdrawn, and it was too late to think of a move to resist.

Jing Yang was stunned, the weak one was not his wife, it was clearly himself.

"Moxiu's Rakshasa formula, this is a killer move!" Jing Yue couldn't care less, and quickly raised her hand to hold Jiang Yu, trying to drag Jing Yang out.

He whispered in his ear and warned: "...Madam is also a demon cultivator!"

That's right, of course it's Moxiu, otherwise how could he see the two of them right now!

But why didn't he realize that his wife was a demon cultivator when we first met?

Jiang Yu stared at the two of them closely, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand and stabbed at them, the flames flicked past and flew forward, devouring all obstacles in front of him.

Jing Yue took a few steps back in horror, there was no way to retreat, she couldn't fight back, this was the huge gap in spiritual power!

He watched the tongue of flame blowing towards his face... Suddenly, a barrier of Ugin enveloped the two of them.The enchantment contained the tongue of fire gently, and the black fire was like water dripping into the ocean, unable to stir up any waves.

This Wujin enchantment is the Demon Lord!

Jing Yang's legs softened, tears welled up in his eyes, and he almost called out when he turned around, "Zong..."

The suzerain seemed a little different, standing gracefully in a moon white robe, without a mask!Jingyang Jingyue has followed him for many years, and this is the first time he has seen his true face outside.

But this spell, this aura, is definitely the Demon Lord right...

Yu Chengzhou gave the two of them a hard look, and motioned them to leave quickly.

But Jiang Yu's demon energy surged up, and his heart was filled with killing intentions. He didn't even notice that Yu Chengzhou had returned. He was full of satisfaction and only wanted to get rid of Mo Xiu. After getting rid of him, he and Wenhong would be safe.

The blade of black fire once again rushed like Jingyue!

This time, he didn't stab in the air, but landed firmly on Yu Chengzhou's forearm.

"It's okay, I'm back." Yu Chengzhou held Jiang Yu in his arms, rested his chin lightly on the top of his head, and slowly held his slender, pale, tense fingers, letting the blood flow without pain One piece of the sleeve robe was dyed red.

Seeing that Jiang Yu was still staring at Jingyang Jingyue, he simply cast a magic spell on the two of them.

Jing Yue understood, took Jing Yang and put her head in her hands, hit the ground and rolled twice, yelled twice in pain, and hurriedly exited the exciting battle field.

Only then did Jiang Yu relax, his whole body lost strength, his arms drooped weakly, and he collapsed into Yu Chengzhou's arms, simply burying his face in the cloud of clear and cold fragrance.

The candlestick fell to the ground with a jingle.

The black fire disappeared, and the lingering black mist gradually dissipated. The young man was still the thin and naive young man, desolate and solemn, making people think of no words about evil, demons, or divine power.

"Master."

Jiang Yu's voice was muffled.

"Ok?"

He gently turned Jiang Yu's face over, and found that the man had bitten his lower lip tightly. The bright red lip, petal, red, swollen, and blood dripped down between the pale jaw.

He quickly and slightly forcefully opened Jiang Yu's crown, saving the innocent lips and flesh.

"...I used the magic energy, actively."