Chapter 68 Dance on Fu Yin's head

Fu Yin didn't speak, but Lan Qiu suddenly felt something was wrong.

Who is the person in front of him?

It's Fu Yin!

Who is Fu Yin?

is his master!

Offending the boss will not end well.

Lan Qiu felt his little heart tremble, he pretended that he hadn't done anything, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside.

They are walking down the corridor now.

The building of this corridor is exquisite and beautiful, with light gauze curtains hanging on both sides, and a strange animal shape is carved on every pillar. Through the gauze curtain, you can vaguely see a clear lake outside. And the flowers swaying gently in the lake.

Lan Qiu was slightly stunned, her head went blank for no reason, it wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't a comfortable feeling either, just a little lost.

It's as if the favorite candy has been robbed.

"what happened?"

At some point, Fu Yin hugged him to sit on a bench beside him, and a light breeze blew from behind him.

Lan Qiu shook her head, opened her mouth but didn't know what to do.

"tired?"

Fu Yin squatted in front of him, his profound face softened a lot.

"I don't know." Lan Qiu said honestly.

He really didn't know why, it was just this inexplicable emotion.

Fu Yin stood up slowly.

"It's a bit tiring to maintain this appearance now."

What do you mean?

Lan Qiu had a doubt in his heart.

Before he could ask a question, the other party's palm suddenly touched his cheek, and his fingertips touched his brow lightly.

Lan Qiu raised her head in doubt, she had doubts in her heart, but strangely she didn't feel scared.

A gust of breeze caressed, the water in the pool rippled slightly, and the gauze curtain of the promenade was blown up, leaving only one person standing in place.

The Demon Realm is a gathering place for demon cultivators, and where the palace is located, there are a large number of advanced demon cultivators.

The demon sects currently in the human world are basically branched out from the demon world. The demon world is well-informed, and there are many credits of these sects.

"I heard that the old basilisk is dead?"

A man in a blue robe was leaning against a tree with a careless expression, as if he didn't care about the life or death of the person he was talking about.

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