I refuse this box lunch

It is true that half a month has passed since the knot ceremony.

The reason why Fuhe didn't have this consciousness was half because of soaking in the spring, and the other half was due to some reason that caused his cultivation level to rise, and his spiritual power could not be suppressed, so he closed it.

Therefore, the excuses given to the gray monk just now are not all nonsense.

"I still think..." Fuhe dug out his memory and couldn't find anything. The more he thought about it, the more he felt a pity, and sighed, "I really don't have any memory at all."

Wu Luan lowered her eyes and grabbed Fu He's wrist, her words were not surprising: "Go back and help you recall it again."

Whatever he said had a very light and serious taste in his mouth.

Fuhe was choked up, and quickly waved his hands: "No, there's no need."

At this speed of double cultivation, he might not be far away from ascending in the daytime.

As for ascension...

To be honest, Fuhe has never experienced the feeling of being struck by lightning. If he rashly does not follow the rules, the chance of failure will be very high.

He turned his head and glanced at the grey-clothed cultivator who stood there in confusion for a while before leaving the spiritual field, and asked Wu Luan thoughtfully, "Is what he said true? The existence of demons in the mainland has been exposed. Xiujie is going to start working together to deal with them?"

Wu Luan nodded: "That's true."

"Then... what happened to Huzhimen?"

"The four saints go out, activate the big formation, and jointly kill all the people with 'soul devouring'. Burn Tiankeng."

"Fentiankeng..." Fuhe murmured.

The well-known lore-killing formation, it was rumored that even the tribulation stage dared not resist it head-on.

Wu Luan did not hesitate to tell him these things, but he would not expose the cruel content to him bluntly, he just said: "There are very few escapees, and there are no Huzhi sects in the world."

There is a picture.

Burnt corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

Fuhe is not that weak, he can't help but think, without a Huzhi gate, which fairy gate will pop out next.

Wu Luan revealed to him as usual, "Now the Xianxiu who are colluding with the demons behind the scenes include the Zhengrong Sect from Yaoshan, the Zhixiu Pavilion in the north, and..." After a short pause, "Fengyuanzong."

"... Fengyuanzong?" Fuhe was a little confused, "Didn't you just talk about the formation of the Four Saints together...I, my father..."

The father of the original data wishes Mo Tian to heal his wounds and leave the customs. Is he going to start acting as a demon, or revive his strength and revive the sect?

Wu Luan hooked Fuhe's chin with his fingers, "Don't worry."

If one's Taoist companion wants to take a person's life from under his hands, no matter who that person is, it's just a matter of loosening his fingers.

Fu Wo wiped his face and shook his head: "I'm not worried."

He squinted at Wu Luan, "Three hundred years ago, the four sages of the Immortal Gate couldn't beat you together, so there is nothing to be afraid of now. Don't worry about me. If you don’t have morality, you have to bear the punishment you deserve.”

Wu Luan smiled lightly, and naturally agreed: "Listen to you."

Fu He found out, and slowly opened his mouth into a wicked smile, folded his arms, and looked Wu Luan up and down: "Lord Devil Emperor, why do you listen to me in everything? If I don't allow you to touch people from Fengyuanzong Even a single finger can still listen to it?"

Wu Luan lowered his head slightly to look at him, probably really thinking about this matter, and quickly gave an answer, which sounded extremely simple and rude: "It's not difficult to isolate one case."

He can trap the eternal evil spirits at the bottom of the cliff for hundreds of years, and it will not be more difficult to trap some monks.

After hearing the answer, Fuhe was stunned for a moment, thinking: If he really has the intention to harm the world, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

"Farewell. Those individuals..." After all, Fu He didn't really have that kind of sympathy, he was just talking, and never wanted Wu Luan to really release water to a group of gangsters, "They are doing it for themselves, letting their greed control them, If you do something wrong, you should be punished. If you keep these people, more innocent people will suffer.”

It's not because there is no foundation of family relationship with those people, so he is unfeeling. Fuhe has a clear love and hate, and has always been such a person.

"I see." Wu Luan didn't like that Fuhe was so far away from him when the two were together, so he quietly approached him, and glanced at the medicine field not far away, "Do you want these grass plants?"

Fuhe really wanted it, and Moyu couldn't grow these.

So he didn't care about picking up the wool of other people's houses, and he looked confident, "Take a little, no one should be able to see it. I saved the leader of the Luoying Sect."

After talking about it several times, Wu Luan certainly knew who it was, "Bu Yunhua?"

"Ang." Fuhe glanced at the man from the corner of his eyes, "It's her. This girl has something to do with me. If there is a real war, it's better not to be involved in it..." His voice got lower and lower, and he couldn't continue.

Fu He was really a little timid in his heart, afraid that the man would really eat this unknown jealousy, so he opened his mouth to confess: "I only have you in my heart, and the raw rice is already ripe, so I only recognize you. I don't care about the other people. You can see it in your eyes, but you can’t get it in your heart.”

The fingers rubbed and tucked into Wu Luan's five fingers actively, and then they were held back with greater force.

Fuhe is not a person who can't speak good words and soft words, it depends on who he is facing.

After a little thought, one can guess how the man spent so many lonely years, and his heart hurts, so naturally he wants to love the other party more.

I forgot where I saw a sentence: "My mind is small, so small that I can pretend to be you alone."

Nasty is true, sincerity is also true.

Wu Luan closed her eyes, as if her heart, which had been tepid for many years, was warmed by these words.

He hugged his little wife next to him, probably out of joy, and bald half of Luoyingmen's spiritual field.

The Demon Emperor dared to act boldly, and was about to leave a wind message for the caretaker here to take the letter to the Demon Realm to claim compensation, when Fuhe took out his pocket and sprinkled hundreds of high-grade spirit stones down.

He was willing to shoulder the burden for Wu Luan, thinking that it would be better not to let other people know that the Devil Emperor came to the Xianmen to pick grass.

Wu Luan avoided the world for a long time, and didn't like to take money with her when she went out, but fortunately she brought it by herself.

After digging out just once, after returning home, he immediately harvested a vault of the devil emperor. The countless top-quality spirit stones in the vault almost buried Fuhe's head.

So, the person in charge of the money in the family has decided like this.

Fu He was not without worries about the Heavenly Demon, and later asked Wu Luan to learn more about it.

The team of exorcising demons and defending Taoism is mighty, but this time the hostility of the people in the immortal way to the demon domain has been subtly resolved by Wu Luan. In half a month, there is no reappearance of the heart refining world, which means that it has not yet appeared. Big mess.

It can be seen that Wu Luan still has the prestige of destroying the world last time, and those things still dare not act rashly.

On the one hand, Fuhe felt that he should have a good vacation with his lover, but on the other hand, there were indeed many things in his heart that he couldn't let go of.

The immortality of the Tianxian Continent has declined, and more than half of its roots have been rotted. If we really want to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, can we get rid of them and defend them?

At that time, don't turn against each other one by one, and all join forces with the demons, and directly cause the world to be destroyed.

How wronged he is.

Fortunately, Wu Luan's information was very well-informed. With the words "calm down, it's okay", Fu He swallowed his worries again.

Wouldn't it be nice to just sit down and watch the handsome man play the piano?

He also just found out that Wu Luan's piano skills are excellent, not only can he cook food, but also make tea soup delicious.

Fuhe was crooked on the couch with a cup of tea in his hands, his hair loose and his eyes squinted, pretending to be asleep.I don't know what's wrong with it before. Even in the False God Realm, I sometimes feel chills. There are all kinds of warming clothes and utensils in the house.

Buried in the black hair is a delicate little face that is healthy and rosy, and it looks like it has been taken care of very well.

After finishing the song, Fu He put down the tea soup in his hand, clapped his two palms together for a few times, and said to the man in a very charming manner, "What surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

Wu Luan let him talk nonsense, and when the time came, he took him to the bed.

Fuhe: ... this time, not that time.Not much to think about.

There is no way, who told him that his cultivation was obtained from "addiction", which is usually not visible, and problems will occur after a few years.Therefore, no matter what, Wu Luan had to solidify the foundation for him.

The inner demon is no longer Fuhe's worry, the foundation is gradually solidified, and there will always be a day of stability.

However, he also received another disturbing news.

About Bu Yunhua——

The girl has been missing for three days in Geping Lane, Lushui Town.

Fuhe was just brewing wine and burying an altar at home, and a lot of immortal disciples disappeared one after another outside.

Speaking of this place name, it is actually quite familiar.

The little boy Fuhe rescued at the beginning came from here.

It is presumed that there is a mind-refining world that was born.

Fu He twitched Lala Wuluan's sleeves, knowing that he would not stand by and watch, so he stayed close to him, begging in a coquettish voice, "I want to go too."

One has the means, and the other is partial to this, and the result can be imagined.

And when Fuhe walked out of the Demon Realm again, what he saw was different from before.

False God can survey the sky and the earth.Compared with the previous appearance of Tianxian Continent, the spiritual veins and ground transportation are already riddled with holes, the earth is flowing, and evils are everywhere, and the crumbling boundary membrane stands on the horizon, as if it will be torn apart in the next moment.

The Tianxian disaster cannot be undone by humans.

It was inevitable that Fu He would be recognized as a Demon Sect and cause unnecessary trouble, so he only dressed up as an ordinary fairy son, with a white fan and white clothes, elegant and handsome, with a fairy air.

At this time, Geping Lane was no longer like a mortal town at all, but was overcrowded by gray smog and wandering mortal cultivators.

There was no trace of the Xianmen Demon Killing Team, but a group of madmen shouting "there is a fairy treasure coming".

Fu He walked side by side with Wu Luan who was dressed in black, the further he walked, the more tightly he frowned.

Because of the reason, the desire here has been so strong that it is eye-catching.

A dirty and thin hand stretched out from the side, trying to grab Fuhe's body, but without even touching the hem of his clothes, he was overturned by an invisible force and flew far away.

The ashen-faced little beggar lay on the ground, quickly got up again, brushed away the messy hair on his face, walked close to his knees, and begged Fuhe earnestly: "I beg you, sir, please give me some food!" .”

Fuhe felt that the young man looked strangely familiar, he lowered his head and looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but think: This child has a big life, but his number is not yet exhausted.

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