Save the world with a plot

The relationship between Shangxuanzong and Moyu has been on thin ice since the battle ten years ago, any friction can easily provoke the nerves of the two, but now Shangxuanzong is absolutely unable to withstand any attack from Moyu.

Fortunately, the existence of the little demons seems to be unknown to Moyu, which... Xuan Xing can also understand.

It is different from the harmony of the human race who "makes a contract and raises the case and raises eyebrows", and is also different from the obsessive obsession of the monster race who "loves life and death without regret".

They usually do not have a fixed partner, and most of the newborn children are the product of instant gratification, and generally do not even know who the father is.If the mother loves it, the newborn child can still be cared for, but if the mother doesn't love it, it will be the end of being born with it.Of course, if the talent is high, he will still be taught by the elders of the clan, if not, then he will really die on its own.

Under such a chaotic current situation, it is not surprising that there is a fish that slipped through the net, the Little Demon Race.It could be that his mother gave birth outside, and then died unexpectedly, leaving the little demons outside, and put some protection and restrictions on the other party before she died.

This explanation is really reasonable and legal, and this kind of hard life experience is usually standard for "great luck".

Thinking of this, Xuan Xing felt a little distressed, touched the little demon's scales, "Where are your parents, are they still there?"

"Woohoo." Parents, what is that?

"Have you seen them?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."It's annoying!The little demon stared at Xuan Xing, and waved his paw impatiently.

Xuan Xing finally heaved a sigh of relief after getting an affirmative answer, unless the little demons were lying to him, otherwise he would really have no worries.

As for the honesty of the little thing in his palm, Xuan Xing didn't think that the other party had the wisdom to deceive him.

He also felt that such a life experience was a bit cruel to the little demon, so he couldn't help holding the little demon in front of his eyes, rubbing the tip of his nose against the side of the other's face, and smiled, "Don't worry, Xiao Tiantian, I will take good care of Xiao Tiantian." OK?"

Just in time to catch the little paw from the little demon clan, Xuan Xing's brows were warm, "ah, so sticky, hey, let me touch you."

As he spoke, he brought the opponent's meaty claws to his face.

Little Demon: "..." Stupid human beings!

It was late at night, and after having a good exchange of feelings (not) with my lucky s, Xuan Xing came to the bed, and all the utensils were new, not bad.

He took off his hair crown, removed his outer shirt, and turned on the bed.

Although monks do not need to sleep, but for Xuan Xing who has formed the habit, sleep is necessary, and no one can deny that sleep brings spiritual pleasure to people.

What's more, sitting in meditation is practice, and lying down can also circulate spiritual energy. At his level, he can practice in any posture anytime, anywhere, so he doesn't worry about wasting time.

Having said so much, in fact, he is a person who never sits when he can lie down, and never stands when he can sit. Xuan Xing firmly believes that this is a common problem of people with great wisdom.

Now he put the little demon in his hands, lay down, and with a flick of his hand, the lantern was extinguished.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

As soon as the lights were turned off, there was a sudden ferocious hissing sound from the bed.

It felt like the palm of my hand was trampled crazily by the other party like a tatami mat, and the corner of my sleeve was torn fiercely.

"Aww, aww! Aw..."

Xuan Xing was startled, and then his heart tightened, this kind of roar that seemed to be greatly threatened, even before the other party was frozen into an ice sculpture during the day, he never had.

He quickly took the little demon out of the quilt. His cute little face was full of panic at this moment, his moist cat eyes were red, and there were even two small dewdrops oozing from the corners of his eyes. Several pieces of the slippery scales were missing, looking messy and pathetic.

Xuan Xing was stunned for a moment, feeling that his heart had been hit like never before, and he checked the other party carefully with trembling hands, but found nothing.

At this time, the little demon had also calmed down, lying quietly on his palm with its tail curled up as a mascot.

Xuan Xing worried: "What's wrong? Is there any discomfort?"

"Woooo."

No, what happened just now, Xuan Xing frowned while thinking and slowly stuffed his hands back into the quilt.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The little demon immediately screamed again, biting Xuan Xing's neckline and shaking desperately like holding some life-saving straw.

Xuan Xing stopped, and the little demons also stopped.

Xuan Xing covered the little demon's cute face with his other hand, "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Xuan Xing let go of his hand, stared straight at the other party's red eyes that seemed to be about to cry, and suddenly said: "So it's because I'm afraid of the dark?"

"Woooo." The little demon suddenly calmed down, changed direction in Xuan Xing's palm, and turned his back to him.

"puff!"

"Xiao Tiantian, why do you become cuter when I think you are already cute enough?" Xuan Xing turned his hand in the other direction, that cute face with wrinkled nose "I'm so cute" Immediately, it appeared in front of his eyes again. He lovingly nodded the dull hair on the opponent's head, and then put the opponent on his neckline.

"Okay, go to sleep." The cold voice poured out a piece of warmth with a smile, the little demon's whole head was hot, and he was a little dizzy. He closed his eyes as if he had grasped something and seemed to have grasped nothing. He grabbed the other party's collar tightly with one claw, and snuggled up to the other party's neckline.

The bright moonlight shines in from the window, reflecting a black and white silhouette, which is particularly soft.

As the moon shadow moved, the small black silhouette scattered a light milky white mist, and gradually turned into a hollow figure.

The figure slowly opened his eyes, and his twinkling peach blossom pupils lit up, instantly radiating brilliance in the room.

He looked down at his body, his eyes slightly confused.

Then he turned his eyes to the man under him, the dark fire in his eyes flickered and flickered.

Ice Lingen?

The corner of his mouth raised a cool arc, he stretched out a slender index finger and tapped the man's forehead, and the majestic and cold aura instantly swam along his fingertips into his limbs and bones.

It was as if a clear spring quenched all the heat, his throat rolled, and he couldn't restrain himself from letting out a moan of enjoyment.

With the transfer of aura, the transparent phantom under the moon became solidified little by little.

It wasn't until the brows of the person under him were covered with frost, and the aura overflowed, that he withdrew his finger without further ado.

"Xuan Tiantian?" He chuckled softly, and said three words softly, but there was no smile in his eyes, and there was a strange and cold light in his eyes. He held the man's neck with one hand and tightened it a little bit.

- "Give me your hand!"

——"Sorry, I don't have the strength to catch you."

——"So, we can only die together."

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his head, he let go of his hands to cover his head, and several familiar images flashed through his mind.

It was the man's familiar face, it was the man's cold and firm voice, it was the man holding himself tightly under the cliff...

Slowly, he opened his eyes again, frowned his beautiful brows, a little hesitant, a little hazy, and finally reached out and touched the man's brow again.The overflowing spiritual energy was gathered instantly, and the frost dissipated, eliminating the danger of the opponent's spiritual energy being exhausted and dying.

"We...we knew each other from the beginning?" He murmured with dark eyes, his voice was soft and low with a slight hoarseness, as if it belonged to this dark night, and finally melted into the night without leaving any traces. It was like a ripple in his heart at the beginning.

"Then I'll save your life for a few more days. After all, there are not many mutated ice spirit roots in this world, and I like your smell very much." A gentle smile appeared on the handsome face, bloodthirsty and cold for no reason.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he frowned, and then slowly slid his finger on the other party's collar, leaving two lines of writing.

The moon has turned white and is gradually setting into the sky.

Until the sun rises, the sky is bright.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Brother Xuan, are you awake?"

"Hmm..." Xuan Xing moaned in a low voice, covered his forehead and opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Brother Xuan? Brother Xuan!"

The girl's cry brought him back to consciousness, Xuan Xing shook his head violently, "What's the matter?"

"Ah... ah... oh, today is the Treasure Festival, and my brother wants to go shopping with Brother Xuan..."

Xuan Xing rolled his eyes indecently, shopping?John Lee?Ask his own sister to inform him of this "unfaithful" person?Oh - no wonder he would believe it!

The girl grabbed the handkerchief outside the door and was about to cry out nervously, "Brother Xuan?"

"I see."

"Ah, oh."

When the girl walked away, Xuan Xing belatedly thought that he was so indecent and ungentlemanly just now.

Then...then he covered his forehead in pain, what's the matter with this feeling like a hangover, no, what's the matter with this feeling like he's exhausted after fighting for three days and three nights?

Body aches!

The crushed overdraft pain!

Could it be that his aura went off while sleeping last night, how could he be so oolong?

Suddenly thinking of the cause of his death in his previous life, he felt that it was really possible for him to be so oolong.

Thinking of this, Xuan Xing felt the situation inside his body, and immediately stared straight at him. He really lost most of his aura. Could it be that he is really such a parallel importer?

With the appearance of spiritual energy overflowing, how can he still be alive now?

what happened?

The little demon at the collar flicked his tail and gave a light snort.

Xuan Xing turned over and sat up, touched the scales of the little demon, wanted to say something, and finally swallowed the words after remembering that the little demon was intelligent.

It's better to digest such a shameful thing by himself, and don't need to tell his lucky s.

I adjusted my breath a little bit to ease the fatigue of my body.

He stood up, had his hair cut and crowned, and dressed cleanly.

Suddenly his movements froze, he lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his neckline, as if he wanted to see a flower on the pure white snow veil.