My master is obedient and soft

Zheqing followed, seeing that Wen Yuan was about to push open the door of the main house.

No... definitely can't let him do this!

There may be a whole family living in this room, and they are sleeping unconsciously at the moment, and there may be children like the little girl who kept watch at night just now, thinking that they are about to die at the hands of Wen Yuan, Zhe Qing's whole body It's like falling into an ice cave.

The Scarlet Sky Sword flashed red, and the door of the room was opened with one sword, and there was a "bang", like the echo of a demon's death.

Zheqing saw through the gap that the young couple turned over after hearing the movement, but they still didn't wake up.

Like a sword tempered in hell's will-o'-the-wisp, it stabbed straight at the wife's throat!

At the critical moment, the tip of the sword was picked away by a silver-blue sword, deviated from its original direction, and pierced straight into the quilt next to the pillow, only a few inches away from the wife's throat.

Hearing the noise, the woman suddenly woke up. She stared at the long sword with red light in front of her eyes wide open, and uncontrollably let out a terrified cry: "Ah!!"

This sound was particularly ear-piercing, and everyone sleeping in the room was woken up. The husband beside her stood up, pulled her wife into his arms to protect her, and shouted: "There is an assassin! Catch the assassin! "

It was as if Wen Yuan couldn't hear their chaotic shouts.

His movements seemed to be stagnant at this moment, and he slowly pulled out the sword that was deeply pierced on the mattress. His red eyes met the man's gaze, and the mortal immediately said something like being strangled by the throat. I can't speak anymore.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around slowly, and looked at Zheqing who was standing behind him at this time, holding the Fuwei sword in his hand.

Wen Yuan raised his head, and after being suddenly interrupted, his expression was terribly cold.

Zheqing looked at his expression, the hilt of the sword in his hand rattled, and cold sweat covered his whole body.

"Catch... catch the assassin... kill, kill..." the woman tremblingly read.

Wen Yuan ignored them.

Holding the sword, he approached Zheqing step by step.

Zheqing backed away unconsciously, and happened to lead him into the courtyard.

The killing was interrupted, which seemed to arouse Wen Yuan's viciousness all of a sudden. At this moment, it was as if he didn't know Zheqing, and he slowly raised his right hand. The swords they fell in love with and killed each other approached Zheqing coldly and full of murderous intent.

Zheqing realized...Wen Yuan really wanted to kill him.

This consciousness made him so uncomfortable that he wanted to die, Zheqing looked at Wen Yuan sadly, and murmured: "A Yuan, don't be like this..."

The Chixiao sword pierced through the wind and stabbed at Zheqing, but Zheqing managed to dodge it, the sharp blade brushed against his ear and temple, cutting off a strand of black hair.

The strand of blue silk fluttered down, and was mercilessly swept away by the tip of the sword.

Then, Wen Yuan approached him and launched an offensive against him, merciless in every move, and the sword pierced Zheqing's vitals.

Wen Yuan is irrational at the moment, but Zheqing is afraid of hurting him.

He retreats all the way, Wen Yuan advances all the way, he only defends but does not attack, seeing himself gradually falling into a disadvantage, but cautiously uses every move, for fear of hurting him by mistake.

His cultivation had already been compromised, but at this moment, he was suppressed and restricted everywhere. Wen Yuan stabbed at him with a sword, and Zheqing used nearly [-]% of his mana to block it. In the cold sweat, Fuwei sword and Chixiao sword resisted head-to-head, and the sword body made a humming sound.

Zheqing shouted: "Wen Yuan! Wake up! Stop beating!"

It was useless, as Wen Yuan couldn't hear at all, he didn't even give Zhe Qing a moment to catch his breath, and the last sword went straight to his heart.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the wind in his ears stopped, the chaotic shouts of the mortals around him seemed to be far away, Zhe Qing had no more strength, and only Wen Yuan's irrational attack was in his sight.

He twitched the corners of his mouth wearily, but he didn't resist any more. His thin body stood facing the edge of the sword. He even opened his arms and waited for the sword to pierce his heart.

Zheqing closed his eyes, he didn't believe... Wen Yuan would really kill him.

For a long time, the pain of being pierced by the sword did not hit, Zheqing slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the sharp tip of Chixiao Sword was only a few millimeters away from his chest, the tip of the sword was trembling, and Wen Yuan's thin lips were also light. trembling slightly.

Zheqing stretched out two fingers to block the sharp sword.

He walked up to Wen Yuan, hugged him, stroked his hair lightly, and said with a sigh: "How did you become like this..."

Wen Yuan lowered his head to look at Zheqing who was hugging him tightly, he looked pained, he stretched out his hand and froze in mid-air for a long time before slowly touching Zheqing's back.

He responded to Zheqing, which meant that Wen Yuan still had a sliver of reason, he still remembered him, and realized that Zheqing was about to shed tears.

With a bang, the sword in Wen Yuan's hand fell to the ground, stirring up a layer of dust.

He frowned in pain, his face was a little distorted, the hand touching Zheqing's back was bruised and trembling.

Wen Yuan gritted his teeth, and the sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos, as if someone had inserted a sharp instrument into his mind and stirred all his nerves, making him unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and he could only be in the sea of ​​endless suffering. Ups and downs.

At this time, suddenly a group of footsteps came from far to near, and many mortals dressed as officers and soldiers broke into the Zhao residence with torches.

The crowd surrounded Zheqing and Wen Yuan tightly, and the officers and soldiers drew out their knives one after another, pointing at the two in the center.

The owner of the Zhao Mansion ran out of the house, followed by his wife, and then her foot tripped over the dead body of the night guard girl at the door.

The woman yelled in horror after seeing the blood all over the ground. For a moment, everyone panicked, and everyone waited for the surrounded two people in the center.

The male owner pointed at Wen Yuan and said, "He! It's him! He is the assassin who killed people in Yong'an City for so many days and nights!"

Everyone was shocked.

"What? He has been killing people in Yong'an City all this time?!"

"Catch him, don't let him escape!"

"Yes! This bastard who kills thousands of knives! Inhumane! Extremely cruel!"

"..."

Zheqing looked at the people around, each of them was filled with righteous indignation, wishing to grab Wen Yuan and cramp his skin.

But Zheqing couldn't say a word of rebuttal, he just shook his head blindly, and repeated in a trembling and helpless voice: "No...it's not like this..."

But the fact is like this, and he doesn't believe it, but now, the truth is in front of his eyes.

The surrounding shouts were loud, and those mortals were worried about the threat of "assassins" in their mouths, and they looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward rashly.

Wen Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos, he couldn't even perceive what was happening around him, he just realized that the person hugging him in front of him was trying to prevent him from doing something, but he... couldn't hurt him .

It is the instinct of the body that does not allow him to hurt him.

At that moment just now, his brain only knew one command - "kill", but his body did the exact opposite.

Suddenly, Wen Yuan felt that the sea of ​​consciousness became clear for a moment, and in the next second, a voice suddenly appeared.

The voice said, "Come back."

However, Wen Yuan suddenly pushed away Zheqing who was in front of him as if he had heard the order, and Zheqing was staggered by his push.

He looked at him blankly: "...A Yuan?"

In the next moment, Wen Yuan manipulated the Scarlet Heaven Sword in full view of everyone, soared into the air under the astonished eyes of many mortals, and walked away with the sword.

The crowd had never seen such a scene, all of them opened their mouths, forgot to chase, and pointed in the direction of Wen Yuan's departure, stammering: "He, he, he, he can fly?!"

One of them suddenly exclaimed: "How can an assassin fly? This person must not be a cultivator?"

Then, everyone's eyes were fixed on Zheqing.

With a swipe, the leading officer drew his long knife and pointed it at Zheqing, and shouted to the crowd: "This man must be with that assassin, it doesn't matter if he is a cultivator or not, the government will reward him if he is caught!"

However, Zheqing acted as if he didn't hear them talking, and kept silently looking at the direction Wen Yuan was leaving.

"Go on!!"

Everyone glanced at each other first, and then rushed forward in a swarm.

However, before so many swords, guns and halberds touched Zheqing's clothes, everyone saw that Zheqing, like the "assassin" just now, suddenly rose into the sky, and Yu Jian flew away.

Leaving a bunch of mortals below, each stunned.

The leader of the officer and soldier dropped his knife and said angrily: "Damn, let the two cultivators run away!"

"My lord... what about the dead family?" Someone asked.

"What else can I do, first carry it away!"

"..."

Zheqing followed Wen Yuan Yujian all the way, but no matter how much he called his name from behind, Wen Yuan didn't seem to hear him, and didn't even give him a look.

Zheqing knows the way, which is the direction to the fairyland.

He thought silently in his heart, sure enough, Lingyin's guess was right, it was Venerable Tanshu who did it.

But... what is the connection between Wen Yuan and Tan Shu?Is it Wen Yuan controlled by Tanshu?What is he plotting?Why is it Wen Yuan who is used instead of someone else?

Full of doubts, he watched Wen Yuan enter the fairyland without hindrance, and Zheqing wanted to follow him in, but when he got there, he suddenly found that the entire fairyland was now covered by a solid barrier.

Zheqing quietly tried to break the barrier, but felt a burning pain when his fingers just touched it.

He was startled, the person who set up the enchantment was actually of such a high level, even when he was at the peak of his cultivation, he might not have surpassed it.

There are not many people with such mana and realm in the entire fairy world.

Zheqing frowned, and stayed in the sky above the fairyland for a long time, but finally had to return without success.

nightmare domain.

Everyone in the demon world watched Xianjun come back with a murderous look and a sword in hand.

But did not see them honor the Lord.

Everyone secretly smacked in their hearts, what happened to this couple?Arguing again?

Zheqing went straight into the meeting hall of the demon palace, walked all the way to the highest throne under the watchful eyes of all the demon soldiers and generals, and sat on the position that had only belonged to the lord of the demon world for a hundred years.

Everyone trembled in fright, Xianjun is too courageous!How dare you sit on the seat of the Lord!

The left envoy stood up and asked hesitantly: "See Xianjun, I don't know... where did the lord go?"

Zheqing took a sip of tea: "He is in the fairy world."

Zuoshi: "Huh?"

Then, Zheqing shouted to the people below: "Pass the order, all the demon generals with the names reported in the Nightmare Territory will go to the meeting hall quickly, and no one will be left behind!"

Zuo Shi said: "The Immortal Lord wants to..."

Zheqing put down the teacup, and with a heavy sound, the water in the cup shook and overflowed. He said in a deep voice, "Come with me, and attack the fairy world."