The Devil and the Flower

Jiang Zhimeng let out a chuckle, breaking the silence: "May I ask Mr. Jiang Huan, what is a 'special friend'?"

Seeing that she was about the same age as Li Mianxi, Jiang Huan said, "Literally, don't ask so many questions about the little girl."

Jiang Zhimeng blinked, with a strange expression on his face, and said, "Your attire, and your tone of voice... If I hadn't seen you before, I'm afraid I would really think of you as an elder in my family." !"

Jiang Huan was noncommittal.

Hearing this kind of words makes my ears callous.

However, he had heard others say that he looked like the Jiang family. Looking at it today, the style is indeed a bit outrageous, and the aesthetics and preferences of dressing are almost carved out of the same mold.

Listening to their speech, Mr. Lu suddenly frowned, and asked Jiang Zhimeng: "You mean, he is really not your Jiang family?"

Jiang Zhimeng said: "Of course not."

Killing Jundao: "Oh? That's so strange. I just fought against him. Looking at his kung fu, it is clear that he is in the same line as your Jiang family. Even the sword intent is exactly the same, even worse! If he is not From the Wangchuan Jiang family, where did you learn it from?"

There was a bit of playfulness on his face, obviously deliberately provocative, but he was telling the truth.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the Jiang family brothers and sisters changed their colors in an instant—it would be fine if the costumes were similar, and the Baijia clan had not been imitated before, but the inheritance of the orthodoxy was different, and that had already touched the bottom line.

Jiang Zhiyi withdrew her smile, turned to Feng Yueci, and asked solemnly, "Daojun, do you dare to ask Your Excellency Killer if you are serious?"

They can't trust the king of killing, but they can trust Taoist Qing Hui.

Sensing the changing atmosphere, Qingniu flicked its hooves uneasily.

Feng Yueci caressed the Fuqing Niu Tau Horn, probably because he was good at using spiritual power just now, his face was extremely pale, and he looked sicker than before, and there were still lingering fireworks burning around him, as fierce as clouds, shining on the However, his body was covered with frost and snow for thousands of years, without any trace of warmth.

Jiang Huan was really worried, so he couldn't help but took two steps closer, trying to pull his wrist to pass some spiritual energy over.

Feng Yueci indicated that there was no need for it, and only said: "I mean, Mr. Jiang has a special background, I can ask you Jiang's elders about this matter, and then we can make a conclusion."

"What Daojun said is true, but this is a big matter. I need to ask clearly before I tell my elders." Jiang Zhiyi looked at Jiang Huan, cupped his hands and said, "Jiang Huan, Mr. Jiang, right? Do you mind if I try yours?" effort?"

Jiang Huan sneered: "You?"

Jiang Zhimeng explained: "Mr. Jiang Huan, seeing is believing. My elder brother has good intentions, and he doesn't want to wrong you for nothing, so he wants to try it himself."

Jiang Huan said: "Injustice? What is wrong? I can laugh at this for a year. Little girl, it's fine if your family's Taoism is unprecedented, but is it possible to occupy someone who will never come after?"

Jiang Zhimeng blushed. I don't know whether it was shame or anger, "We Wangchuan Jiang Family has been passed down from His Majesty Jiang Emperor for thousands of years. Do you dare to say that you have created everything you have learned?"

Jiang Huan said: "Thousands of years are nothing. You are really right. Naturally, only you know what kind of Tao is suitable for you. If I walk my own way, why should I learn from others?"

Crazy!

Everyone couldn't help but whispered in their hearts.

The previous one who killed the king was already extremely arrogant and domineering, but this time Jiang Huan was born out of nowhere, even worse than the one who killed the king. The key is that he still has the strength to match his temperament.

What Jiang Zhimeng said was stopped by Jiang Zhiyi, who said with his hands behind his back: "Everyone knows that His Majesty Jiang Di started in the last years of the moon and stars, and his cultivation was the best at that time. He is the only person who can keep pace with His Majesty the Demon King since its origin. Now, what you say now, are you comparing yourself to His Majesty Jiangdi?"

The Jiang family has always regarded themselves as the orthodox Emperor Jiang. Although they are not as lofty and aloof as the Ye family is known for, they are also humble on the outside and arrogant on the inside, and cannot tolerate others' presumptuousness.

When the voice fell, everyone held their breath for a moment.

The glory of the emperor is eternal.

The Demon King and Emperor Jiang have always been two mountains that cannot be overcome in the place of origin, and their deterrent power is still there, and no one dares to disrespect them.

Jiang Ye's family has even reached the point of becoming obsessed.

The two families have been fighting tit for tat for thousands of years, and their grievances are deeper than the sea, but if anyone wants to say something wrong about Emperor Jiang and the Demon King in front of them, they will first put down their grievances and join hands to kill people, and then they will continue to fight each other Down.

Emperor Jiang is the revered and revered god in the eyes of the Jiang family, and the Demon King is the master who cannot be desecrated in the hearts of the Ye family.

Whoever touches is unlucky.

Jiang Huan was noncommittal, and said casually: "I haven't seen it before, I don't know, I will know when I see it someday. Hey, hey, don't be too busy to get angry. I advise you to know something, the king next to you I was beaten to vomit blood just now, which is a lesson for the past. What's more, your family's kung fu is the same as mine, in my eyes, it is naturally full of flaws. To be honest, at the same level, I beat ten of your family and beat one of others."

Lord Killer: "..."

Jiang Zhiyi: "..."

Hearing Jiang Huan's words, Jiang Zhimeng was inexplicably a little apprehensive. Looking up at her brother, her face was blackened with anger, and her fists were clenched. Even when facing Young Master Ye, she had never lost her composure.

In desperation, Jiang Zhimeng had no choice but to look at Feng Yueci helplessly.

Feng Yueci's eyes glanced at everyone, but it was the teachers of the Chong Xue Palace who said: "The guests come from afar, so it is not good to stay in front of the door for a long time, please make arrangements early."

The elders of the academy nodded repeatedly, and the others came back to their senses one by one. They drove away the students who were watching the excitement, and led the students of Sijun Academy and the children of the Jiang family to go inside.

As for the difficult ones, there was really nothing they could do, so they could only leave it to Qing Hui to watch over.

Su Lingmou stayed to help. Although he was very dissatisfied with what Lu Jun did before, he still put on a smile and smoothed things over and said, "The tea is ready. It's windy outside. Please talk inside."

Feng Yueci nodded slightly, fluttered his sleeves, and turned around first to walk in.

Seeing this, Jiang Huan lost the intention to talk to others, and immediately followed, pushing Qingniu to the back, "Why does Taoist Lord insist on being brave? Miss Lin repeatedly told me not to make a move, but you never listened."

Feng Yue resigned: "If it weren't for this, you wouldn't stop."

Jiang Huan shook his head, and said directly: "Who said that? Tell me to try it. When did I not listen to you?"

Feng Yueci's eyes turned slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Jiang Huan saw that his attitude was quite gentle at the moment, so he took the opportunity to ask: "Mr. Dao, can we discuss something?"

Feng Yue resigned, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Huan said: "Now there is another Mr. Jiang, and there may be more in the future. Once you open your mouth, how do you know who you are calling? Why don't you change your name?"

Before he could answer, Feng Yueci suddenly frowned, raised his hand to cover his lips, and coughed in a low voice.

Jiang Huan frowned, and held his hand without refusal, a boundless warmth rose from the touch of the skin, and it flowed through the whole body in an instant, extremely warm.

Chill pain wakes you up, warmth relaxes you.

Feng Yueci was already used to the former, but he couldn't adapt to the warmth that was pouring in, just like Jiang Huan, who was straightforward and enthusiastic, and his thoughts were so clear that it was hard to resist.

There are not many people in the world who admire Qinghui Daojun, but others have always behaved well, even if he kills the monarch, he will be sealed by an arrow, and he dare not be too presumptuous.Only Jiang Huan didn't care about it, and happened to be stuck on the edge of crossing the boundary, neither advancing nor retreating.

The two of them walked in the forefront, almost startling the eyes of a group of people behind.

Jiang Zhimeng said: "I seem to understand what a 'special friend' is. The Mr. Jiang Huan was not beaten when he held the hand of the Taoist Lord! The last time he touched his sleeve, he was shot with an arrow... Cough cough, kill Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I didn't target you!"

Killer said with a dark face: "Shut up!"

Su Lingmou cleared his throat and explained, "Miss Lin told me that Jiang Huan's spiritual power is special and can nourish Qing Hui's body and soul, so don't take offense."

Damn it, it made him feel awkward when he said this. When did he have such kindness when he saw that big killer?

Jiang Zhiyi looked at the backs of the two of them, but thoughtfully said: "Little sister, it is impossible for a person who is close to the Taoist Lord to have a bad character. That Mr. Jiang Huan... don't provoke him for now, let me ask first Ask father."

Jiang Zhimeng stuck out her tongue and said in a low voice, "I don't want to mess with my brother, I don't know why, but I'm a little afraid of him."

As a member of the Jiang family, she has the confidence to speak loudly in front of the four princes, but for some reason, when facing Jiang Huan, she always has a subtle and indescribable sense of awe.

Jiang Zhiyi patted her head, and when he looked up to see Jiang Huan, the surprise and confusion in his eyes didn't decrease but increased—even if he was stealing, how many people in the world could learn this?

Even the elders of their family are not sure about defeating the king.

This Jiang Huan... what is the origin?

"Moo-moo-"

Qing Niu originally followed Feng Yueci, but Jiang Huan pressed him to the back again. He was so wronged that he couldn't breathe out, shook the bell, and stomped his hoof in front of everyone to show his temper: "Moo! Moo! Moo! Moo!"

Jiang Huan: "Hey, this calf has a good temper! I've always been curious, where did the Taoist Lord find this green ox, except for the slightest ability to carry people, it will moo all day long."

Qingniu's eyes instantly turned into copper bells.

Feng Yueci stretched out his hand to touch it, and said slowly: "I don't know Momoo's origin either, it has been with me since I was a child. When I entered the palace and let it go back, it found it by itself, very spiritual."

As soon as they stopped, Jiang Zhimeng and the others followed up. Hearing the words, he joked, "I remember that there is also a golden bull guarding the gate in His Majesty Jiangdi's Wangfu Palace. Maybe it has some relationship with Momoo!"

Qingniu: "Moo!"

Jiang Huan snorted, "Your Emperor Jiang is really looking for a sense of presence everywhere."

Jiang Zhiyi said: "Your Excellency, please be careful with your words!"

Jiang Huan said indifferently: "I really don't understand, people who have disappeared for thousands of years, why are there so many things, one moment is Wangfu Palace, one moment is 'Fusheng Wangyuetu', and another moment is something else. Gatekeeper Taurus...can you learn from another demon king in the rumors, he didn't leave so many messy things behind."

The Jiang brothers and sisters took a deep breath.

Feng Yueci comforted Qing Niu, and said in a low voice: "Jiang Huan."

"Huh...huh?" Jiang Huan tilted his head suddenly, thinking he had heard it wrong, and said in surprise: "Dao Jun, you called my name just now?"

Feng Yue resigned: "Emperor Jiang is comparable to the Demon King, and he has his own advantages. Be careful."

Jiang Huan didn't care about Jiang Emperor Demon King, his eyes and brows were full of smiles, and he said with a raised tone: "Since the Taoist Lord has called me by my name, should I also change my name?"

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