The master of cultivating immortals protects me

It is not always possible to see a few people in the city at night, let alone the suburbs far away from the town.

In recent years, demons have often been raging, and ordinary people have long been accustomed to the life of not going out at night.

But who would appear outside the deserted city at this time?

"Master." A man knelt on the ground reverently, his clean and tidy forehead pressed against the dusty ground, even though the dust on his luxurious robes did not make him hesitate at all when he knelt down.

surrender.

Unreserved surrender.

If Xu Xiaofeng was here at this time, he would probably be slightly surprised, because he remembered the voice of this man, the one who buried the ancient jade in his heart for him.

The man seemed to be enduring something, his hands were clenched into fists and pressed against the ground, so that two deep pits were sunk where his fists were.

Beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead, his complexion turned pale, as if there was barely a trace of sobriety left in his blood-smeared eyes.

Standing in front of the man was a figure in a white robe, and his gaze fell on the man without warmth.

"Ah."

He just responded calmly, without any emotion.

"Master, I—"

There was a pause, the voice seemed to be stuck in the throat, and he couldn't speak anymore, bursts of black mist began to emerge from the man kneeling on the ground, like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, quickly entangled On the man's limbs, until the man was completely submerged.

From the beginning to the end, the standing figure just watched quietly.

The man who was kneeling on the ground a moment ago slowly stood up from the ground, thick black mist wrapped around his body, and there was no trace of surrender in those eyes.

Only anger, ridicule, and a warm, evil smile remained.

The man opened his mouth, and his voice was deliberately lowered with a magnetism compatible with the night: "My dear brother, how long has it been since we met?"

"Possessed on Wenliang's body, are you just to see me and tell me that you miss me?" With his hands behind his back, the master calmly looked at the servant who was possessed in front of him, or, it should be said, his brother .

"Of course I miss you very much. In the past 9000 years, I have never wanted to see your beautiful but disgusting face become distorted. I always look forward to the day when your hypocritical expression will shatter and collapse. Emperor."

"As always, childish, ridiculous, willful."

"Hehehe——we are brothers, brothers who were born at the same time from the beginning of the world. You laugh at my childishness, my ridiculousness, and my waywardness. Fenghuang, look back at yourself, why don't you have and What about my similar weaknesses?"

The man laughed softly, the black mist lingering around him transformed into the shape of a crow in mid-air, just like a living crow, the little black crow flew back and forth in mid-air, and then flapped its wings towards the master It flew over, but when it was about to get close to the opponent, it instantly turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated completely.

"So cruel, don't you love your little crow?"

The man turned his head slightly, and jokingly looked at the expressionless Feng Huang who seemed to be wearing a mask not far away from him, the anger gathered in his eyes burned more and more crazily.

"Hehe, looking at my memory, I almost forgot that the little crow is the most proud weapon by your side. Tell me, Fenghuang, how does it feel to fall in love with the weapon you cultivated with your own hands?"