After the demon king failed to beg for death

Furong Pavilion provides a good place to rest, the environment is quiet, surrounded by lush peach blossoms, it feels like a paradise.

Li Chen suppressed this person, and looked down at him: "The barrier you set up happens to be still there, no matter how much you make, no one else can hear you, don't you think so?"

Fu Ling was dressed in a red cassock, which made his complexion ruddy.

Because I just drank water, there are still some drops of water on my lips.

Li Chen lowered his head, swallowed all the remaining water droplets, and then curled up the tip of his tongue.

The small room suddenly fell silent, and there was no more chattering voice from Fu Ling, only a few indistinct gasps from between.

For some reason, the originally cold room gradually became hotter.

After a while, Fu Ling asked in shock: "What are you doing with your hands?"

Li Chen seemed to be suppressing a certain emotion, and replied hoarsely: "Bullying you."

This bullying lasted for a long time, until late at night when the moon had crossed half the sky, the small room became quiet.

Fu Ling stared blankly at the top of the bed, and murmured: "Can't you hurry up next time?"

As he spoke, he raised his red hand that had been rubbed, and wiped it on Li Chen's clothes again and again.

Li Chen directly raised his hand and stuffed this dress into the storage ring, and took out another one. After changing, he hugged this person and lay quietly on the bed.

"This kind of thing is beyond my control. Whether it is fast or not is not up to you."

Fu Ling had no face to think about what just happened, and covered his face: "Sleep, sleep."

Li Chen took him into his arms: "I haven't done anything more extreme, so I can't stand it?"

Fu Ling slapped him up and covered his mouth directly: "Shut up, if you don't sleep, you will come down for me."

There was a smile in the corner of Li Chen's eyes: "Sleep, sleep right away."

The moon in the sky quietly hid in the dark clouds, as if blushing, the room gradually became quiet, and each other's body temperature was the best sleeping pill for this night.

At this time, at the Furong Pavilion, at the foot of the mountain where Fu Ling used to live, Xiao Yunyi was looking at the destroyed tomb in disbelief.

This Clothes Tomb has been standing here for a hundred years, and he came to clean it every month, sacrifice, and ordered that no one should approach this mountain.

Who destroyed this tomb?

He stepped forward and took two quick steps, and it happened that a gust of wind suddenly blew up the shattered tablet sand on the ground, and it flew everywhere.

Xiao Yunyi paused, an unbelievable idea flooded into his mind, he clenched his fist tightly, and asked softly: "A Ling, is that you? Are you back?"

He raised his head and looked around.

The hills that have long been uninhabited are empty, only the shadows of trees can be seen, swaying around by the wind under the moonlight.

"Fu Ling, is it you? Come out for me."

Before Xiao Yunyi's eyes, there was a blurred image of Fu Ling leaning on the haystack covered in blood during the day.

He turned around on the spot and shouted loudly: "Come out, no one will come here except you, come out, Fu Ling, come out for me."

Xiao Yunyi's eyes were red, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was both afraid and looking forward to waiting for someone in the darkness to respond to him.

However, the whole mountain was so quiet, only his voice calling Fu Ling echoed around.

Xiao Yunyi looked at the destroyed tomb, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was correct.

He raised his feet and ran towards the mountainside, but there was no one in the house.

Xiao Yunyi began to search around the whole mountain, searching every corner where Fu Ling used to like to stay, every place where they played together.

However, there was still no one.

Finally Xiao Yunyi returned to the grave.

The tablet he carved with his own hands had already been shattered, leaving only debris on the ground, the tomb was also blasted open, and all the clothes inside disappeared.

His remaining memories and nostalgia also disappeared with the destruction of this tomb.

Xiao Yiyun stood in place for a long time, until a ray of morning light appeared from the sky, then he lifted his feet and left without looking back.

Before dawn, Bi Zeyu woke up. He had the habit of getting up in the morning to practice boxing, so he started doing his homework in the yard.

Then, Fu Ling who was sleeping soundly, and Li Chen who didn't know whether he was asleep or not were woken up.

Fu Ling hadn't slept so well for a long time, he opened his eyes and looked up, and saw the person holding him looking at him without turning his eyes.

"Are you awake? Or are you awake?"

Li Chen said softly, "I just woke up."

Fu Ling didn't believe this at all, his eyes were so clear that there was no trace of sleeping at all.

"I didn't expect this little brat to work so hard. It's not yet dawn!"

Fu Ling turned around, found a comfortable position and lay down, without any intention of getting up.

There was a trace of tenderness between Li Chen's eyebrows, which is hard to see in ordinary times, and his voice also revealed a little laziness: "If you don't suffer when you are young, you will suffer when you grow up. At least it is much better than his grandfather."

Thinking of Bi Yuanqing, Fu Ling was both angry and wanted to laugh: "This old man is able to sit in the position of suzerain for so many years, which is also a skill, but without your support behind, Xuantianzong will end sooner or later."

After all, there are really not many who can fight.

The two of them lay down for a while, lingering on the bed for a rare time, and got up when the sky brightened outside.

Although there was no decision on who would go down to Nether Abyss yesterday, it had already been discussed. Today, all the sects will go to Xishan together to find out first.

When the door was pushed open, Bi Zeyu had just finished his last set of punches, and when he heard the sound, he withdrew his hand in a panic.

Fu Ling didn't wear a cassock today, but a moon-white robe, with the string of Buddhist beads still hanging in his hand.

Seeing Bi Zeyu's suspicious eyes, he didn't explain too much, but the tips of his ears were slightly red.

That red dress was given to me by someone, so I can no longer wear it.

Li Chen came out later, dressed differently from yesterday, although they were all white, but the patterns were quite different from yesterday.

Moreover, looking at Fu Ling and then Li Chen, I always feel a little strange, but I can't tell where it is?

Unable to figure it out, Bi Zeyu had to salute respectfully, and went back to his room to wash and change clothes.

When he returned to the room and took off the short shirts he wore for punching, he suddenly realized that although the colors of the two people's clothes were different, the patterns and patterns were exactly the same, it looked like... like a pair right.

Bi Zeyu felt that his head was hurting again, why couldn't he keep a low profile, if someone found out, how would he explain it!

Adults naturally don't understand the troubles of children.

The two adults went to the Furong Hall in good spirits. We made an appointment to gather at the Furong Hall today, and then we went to Xishan and Nether Valley together.

As the first sect of Furong Pavilion, there are naturally many magic weapons and spiritual weapons, and the magic tools used to carry people on long journeys are also top-notch, similar to Xuantianzong's one-leaf flat boat, this magic weapon is also a boat.

It's just that this boat is bigger and more spacious.

The ship has three floors, each floor has bedrooms, the first floor is the largest, and there is an open-air deck, and dining is also on the first floor.

The bedrooms of all suzerain representatives are on the top floor, and the rest of the disciples live on the second floor, and the first floor is all people from Furong Pavilion.

Fu Ling looked around and commented: "This ship has been around for many years, it seems that it has been re-forged, otherwise it would not be so new."

Li Chen didn't care about such a boat, he was sitting by the window with a book in his hand, reading it very seriously.

Feeling bored, Fu Ling leaned over: "It takes a day to fly from Furong Pavilion to Xishan, so you just sit here and read a book, don't you think it's boring?"

This ship not only has a large load capacity, but also has an extremely fast speed. It can fly when it is inlaid with spirit stones. It does not require manual cooperation. As long as the helmsman does not deviate from the course, it will reach the destination very quickly.

Li Chen put the book on the table: "Otherwise, let's play chess."

Fu Ling's eyes lit up, this is a good idea, he hasn't touched chess for a long time.

Seeing his expression, Li Chen knew what he meant, waved away all the things on the table, and took out a white jade chessboard from the storage ring.

Li Chen held the black pieces, Fu Ling held the white pieces, and they played chess in the room.

But at this moment, on the deck hall on the first floor, all the sects gathered again, and Xuantianzong dispatched a young child, Bi Zeyu.

The expressions on the representatives' faces were unfriendly, and some people even said: "Is there no one in Xuantian Sect? They let such a junior come out."

If this is an ordinary junior, he might be irritated by these words, and maybe he would cover his face and cry bitterly on the spot. Unfortunately, the person who came was Bi Zeyu.

This doll has never known what it means to be afraid of words since she was a child.

Bi Zeyu sat upright, with straight eyes, and asked solemnly: "When Sect Master Xiao sent out invitations, there was no requirement that people who were old enough to participate. Although I am young, I am not a fool. Why? Can't participate."

The man was so stunned that he had nothing to say, so he sat aside with a livid face.

But from the bottom of his heart, he didn't dare to offend Xuantianzong.

Xiao Yunyi came out to smooth things over: "Although this boy is young, his talent is very good. He has such a cultivation level at such a young age, and his future is limitless."

Bi Zeyu also replied sternly: "Thank you, Sect Master Xiao, for your compliment."

Everyone stopped paying attention to this issue, and once again discussed the devilish energy at the bottom of the valley.

In the bedroom on the third floor, Fu Ling and Li Chen were fighting fiercely.

The chess moves of the two people are somewhat similar, but not all the same.

Fu Ling's moves are relatively sharp, his strikes are quick and ruthless, and he does not leave room for the opponent. It is a bit different from his usual style, more like the previous Demon Lord Fu Ling.

Li Chen is also quick to strike, but he usually takes one step and sees three steps, and only after he has thought about the way forward will he make a move. He is used to setting traps for the opponent.

The two of them came and went, but because Fu Ling hadn't talked to the staff for a long time, some of them were unfamiliar, and they lost to Li Chen in three rounds.

He sat back in his seat a little discouraged, and said angrily: "Forget it, I won't come, and I won't be able to beat you if I come."

Li Chen, who was packing up the chess pieces, paused: "How about I let you go."

Fu Ling: "Don't, am I the kind of person who needs to let go?"

Then the topic changed: "Why don't you let me be the third son first, and do it again."

Li Chen hooked his lips, and said in a warm voice, "Okay."

The two fought again.

For a whole day, Fu Ling and Li Chen never went downstairs. What was originally agreed to be the third son turned into the tenth son, which allowed Fu Ling to barely win the round.

Then, the man stopped talking, and sat alone by the window in a daze, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

After Li Chen cleaned up the mess, he made a cup of tea and placed it in front of him.

"Didn't you win in the end?"

Fu Ling heheed twice, his expression was like an eggplant beaten by frost.

This is a change of body, just like a change of head, this must not be his true level.

Seeing him like this, Li Chen finally couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

It's the kind that really smiles.

Fu Ling glanced at him, the man sat on the bed with a smile on his face, clutching his stomach, as if he couldn't stop.

This is the Li Chen he has never seen before, as if there is a trace of ordinary people's breath.

Looking at Li Chen who was so happy, Fu Ling couldn't help curling his mouth and pushing him: "Are you laughing at me?"

Li Chen didn't speak, but still smiled, from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his lips, there was a style he had never seen before.

Fu Ling simply pushed the man down on the pedestal where he was sitting, and stepped up on it.

"Is it that funny? Is your behavior too much?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and lifted Li Chen's chin, like a robber molesting a woman from a good family.

Li Chen lay still, quietly waiting to be molested.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a person exclaimed: "Patriarch Youming, it's not good, Bi Zeyu of your sect is fighting with someone..."

It was a young disciple from Furong Pavilion who barged in. When he came in, his expression was a little anxious. However, before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, and he stumbled to finish the last few words.

"Woke up……"