Quarreling every day is said to be a show of affection

It turned out that that day, the demon king Xiang Ning failed to steal chickens and ate a lot of rice, and was so angry that he went back to Jinxiang Ridge alone. , but now not even one came back.

It just so happened that Hongyu was pissed off by Haotian's lack of temper again, so she went to her good son Haolan to find comfort. When she was asked about the escaped Heyuan demon king and Jingling demon king, her memory was a bit faulty, so she came to ask Xiang As a result, I happened to see the slim beauty with flushed cheeks and tears in her eyes.

Hong Yu was stunned for a moment, knowing that even he hadn't seen Xiang Ning in tears for thousands of years, so he hurriedly asked about the situation, after carefully identifying Jiao Niang's body, and adding the mandala collected by Xiang Ning's demon king Luo Xiangxiang found out that it might really be Yan Feng's handwriting.

Yanfeng Yaojun is a nightmare in his own body, with difficult talents and skills, and even more weird personality. If he disagrees with him, he will die tens of thousands.Under his command, it would be very difficult to pull out a single wounded person who was not dead.Facing him, I'm afraid that I don't even know how I died in the end.

What's more, in this matter, Jing Ling was obviously protected by Yan Feng.

Logically speaking, since the existence of Yan Feng has been inferred, the matter should stop here.However, the more Hongyu thinks about his second son Haotian, the more something is wrong.

Acting, style, and personality are different from the past, but it is not a win-win to detect the other party with a secret method... If you can find the help of the demon king Yan Feng, you will know what is wrong.

So a while ago, Hong Yu came to see him in person, but Jing Ling was still in a coma, so he was ridiculed and left by Kong Lingyu, who had heard the first half of the process from Zhu Bao and Bei Shan.After Hong Yu went back, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. After investigation, it was true that Jing Ling was in a coma. It is said that it was for Kong Lingyu to resist the attack. Opportunity to talk to them is available.

Therefore, under Hong Yu's calculations, there was a theory of the war between Jinxiangling and Huafeng.

This Xiang Jingling still doesn't know the reason behind it, but after listening to the whole story, his eyes are hard to distinguish.Every plant and every tree in Huafeng was planted and selected by him with painstaking efforts. The remaining big monsters in Huafeng had all been with him in life and death. What does that old man Hong Yu mean by coming out now!

Until the end, Jing Ling poured a large pot of tea vigorously: "No problem, no need to prepare for the battle, at most one month, this matter will be resolved, you go back."

"promise!"

Until Yajun left, Jingling sat alone in front of the wooden table, looking at the empty teapot, suddenly remembered the confiscated teapots of Zhu Bao and Beishan last time, sighed, Shi Shiran took them out, not in a hurry Take it easy again.

"Are you in a bad mood?" A gorgeous and deep voice rang in my ear.

Jing Ling's body froze, but he didn't move immediately. He didn't turn his head until he drank all the tea in the pot, "Yaojun also came to drink tea? If that's the case, then I won't bother you."

After all, Shi Shiran got up, and before leaving, he didn't forget to turn his head and smile: "It is said that there are thousands of spiritual stones in Huafeng, and there are countless treasures in heaven and earth, but it is only a few cups of spiritual tea money, I believe Yaojun will be generous. right."

After speaking, the white clothes floated away, leaving only the lingering laughter in the air.

Kong Lingyu sat at the table without hesitation, and a smear of blood flashed in his black eyes, but even though he was treated like this, he was not at all annoyed, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper.

After a long time, he looked up at the direction Jing Ling was leaving outside the window, raised his hand, packed ten pots of tea, paid the bill, and got up to follow.

Chu Qin stretched her flexible body in the strong evening wind, and smiled softly: "Little devil, to be honest, I have never really understood why you just rubbed the soul in secret just by catching someone's lost soul." Have followed the other party for more than 300 years? And why did that kid believe that you were taken away? What's the reason?"

Kong Lingyu raised his eyebrows inscrutablely, and the sternness in his eyes flashed away: "It's not something you should care about, so don't ask too much, understand?"

Chu Qin's golden silk body froze in the air, and there was a burst of cursing in his stomach, but he changed the subject decisively: "...So are you going to follow him now to anger him?"

Kong Lingyu's serious face was slowly stained with a smile: "You can't be too angry, he is such a small-minded person, too much anger will hurt your body."

"Tsk, this is really not your style!"

The corners of the eyes of the man in red were raised slightly, his flirtatious and charming, he said slowly after a while, "So, just get angry once or twice, and then I will confess the whole story to him."

Chu Qin: "..." Can't be too angry?Light a row of candles for the little white coat you fancy.

After rushing back to Ningfang at high speed, Jing Ling let out a sigh of depression in his heart and walked in.

Exquisite and gorgeous white and silver are intertwined, embellished quietly on the top of the emerald green peak. If the psychological prejudice at the moment is removed, it is still quite pleasing to the eye from the perspective of appreciation.

From a distance, he saw a man in a blue shirt holding a book and talking to the little demons around him. Jing Ling sat on the hillside and didn't go forward until the man finished explaining.

"Daoist Jingling, long time no see." As one of the few demon kings in the demon world who can be called a fellow Taoist, Yue Nong is definitely the most elegant among them.

"Friend Yue Nong, you won't stay in Ningfang all the time these few years, right?" Didn't you say six years ago that you would only stay for a few days?

"Ah, because the little green snake is so pleasing to my appetite, I thought it would be good to see him every day and drool, so I kept on leaving."

Jing Ling: "...So, where is Qinghen?" It should be the same.

Yue Nong patted the bookcase behind him: "Reading in the bookcase, this bookcase is specially made of golden cicada wood for me, it can effectively restrain my secretion of saliva, fellow Taoists, don't worry."

Jing Ling: "..." After you said that, I became more and more worried.

However, before Jingling could express his desire to meet Qinghen, the gorgeous voice behind him sounded again: "Fellow Daoist Yue Nong."

Yue Nong looked up in surprise: "Ah, it's Ling Yu Yaojun."

Kong Lingyu took out a stack of books, and Yue Nong cherished them: "Thank you. I have been looking for Zhang Sheng's books for a long time."

"Fellow Daoist Yue Nong is very knowledgeable and worthy of this book."

"Fellow Daoist praises you!"

……

Seeing that the two started talking as if they hit it off, Jing Ling's complexion became darker and darker.

He glared at Kong Lingyu fiercely, turned and left.

The corners of Kong Lingyu's lips were slightly raised with his back to Jingling. After greeting Yue Nong in a leisurely manner, he continued to follow Jingling's trail.

Jing Ling was holding back his anger, his spiritual sense swept across Mo Xiang's cave, and seeing that the retreat stone at the entrance of the cave was still blocking, his mood became more and more depressed.

Walking in the room, many big monsters came to meet them, all of them were very pleasantly surprised, and they all saluted and said hello: "Your Majesty, you have left the customs..."

"Your Majesty, we know your intentions, so if you want to pursue Yaojun Lingyu, we will all support you..."

"Your Majesty, you can see that Yaojun Lingyu has put so much effort into arranging Ningfang, and he must be responding to your wishes..."

"Your Majesty, don't do such a dangerous thing next time. The fight between the two demon kings is still too dangerous with your cultivation..."

"Kings……"

……

Your Majesty, you are all in Ningfang!

How the hell did I let you see that I am interested in that fake product!where!Where are they all!That was all a misunderstanding!

However, even if he said the explanation, he got a lot of understanding eyes, and Jing Ling almost spit out a mouthful of blood to express his grievances.In the end, he simply turned his back on it, and left in a suffocating breath amidst the blessings.

All the big monsters: "...the king must be shy."

"That's right, Your Majesty is thin-skinned..."

"The aroma of Yuanyang that can be smelled from afar..."

"We don't need to think about Yuanyang of the king anymore..."

……

Listening to the discussion and discussion behind him, Jing Ling's anger that had just been extinguished by the tea erupted again. Jing Ling felt the anger that had been suppressed in his stomach. After repeated deep breaths several times, he finally couldn't bear to talk The nagging ** stood outside Mo Xiang's cave again.

Feeling Mo Xiang's stable retreat atmosphere in the cave mansion, Jing Ling spread his consciousness to look for Xiao Zhuo, but Xiao Zhuo still did not return.

For a moment, because the anger could not be gushed out in the form of words, Jing Ling's eyes were uncontrollably smothered and turned crimson.

"He's in retreat, what do you want him for?" Kong Lingyu glanced across the closed cave gate, a dangerous aura passed by, and his gaze was firmly locked on the back of the young man in white in front of him.

Hearing the familiar voice, Jing Ling couldn't bear it any longer and came to his senses. If it wasn't for the strong will control, his hands would have been trembling with anger.

With red eyes, he looked at the flirtatious man in red in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "Yaojun, Ningfang is my territory, I am in my territory, I can step on wherever I like."

Kong Lingyu was stunned, and met the young man's red eyes unexpectedly. Although he knew that the other party was angry and not wronged, the strange feeling and visual impact made him feel as if he was hit by some strange electric current. , Frozen in place for a moment, speechless.

Jing Ling glared fiercely at the bastard occupying his body. Although the idea had been gradually dispelled at this time, he still couldn't help probing and angrily scolding: "It is said that the peacock clan has companion jade, I wonder if it is convenient for the demon king to give it to me next time?" ?”

The shattered sunlight under the shade of the tree reflected bright spots of light in the eyes of the young man in white. The mist on the eyes reflected his own stiff face, and he asked him for the accompanying jade that he regarded as half his body. For a moment, Kong Lingyu I just felt the electric current hitting my heart strengthened again.

Seeing that his words did not get any response from the other party, Jing Ling watched Kong Lingyu staring at him brighter, bit his lower lip hard, his eyes flashed, and wanted to pull the other party into the illusion again, but at this time the other party was already prepared, but With one breath, before Jing Ling could see clearly, he broke free from the illusion in an instant.

Jing Ling: "...I was irrational just now, so please forgive me."

Paralyzed, just because the other party left him alone and asked him to sing a one-man show, he was really angry. If he is originally a rational and indifferent person, but once he meets this person, he will occasionally lose his sanity. This is not good, it should be set It's taboo!

Jing Ling bowed his head, self-reflecting, seeing that Kong Lingyu was still looking at him with a fixed and novel expression, as if he had never seen him before, the hairs all over his body couldn't help but explode, and he was vigilant, beware of the other party reaching out to pinch his neck again .

Kong Lingyu looked at the elegant young man who had always been calm and calm in front of him, staring at him with a pair of watery eyes, and a light white mark was bitten on his sickly pale pink lips. At this time, Jing Ling , like an elegant spirit bird that suddenly puffed up all its feathers, watching for defense, but hidden in the brows was an imperceptible, pitiful grievance.

He pursed his lips, his eyes were burning, and he felt thirsty in his throat, unable to speak.