With the good-for-nothing beauty

Xu Basui took a deep breath and backed away.

Zhou Jin stepped forward reluctantly, and suddenly saw the afterimage of a foot, and it was too late to dodge, the whole person flew backwards, and fell straight to the front of the steps of the high platform.

Xu Basui kicked up and violently resolved the deadlock, resulting in pain in the overused area.

He put down his legs and pressed his back waist and was forced to bow his body, and he stammered when he spoke: "Fuck your grandma, such a bad technique, instead of suffering that, I might as well add flames to my body!"

After shouting, he didn't dare to stay for another second, the dignified Demon Lord lifted up the evil ghost robe, turned and ran away.

Zhou Jin wiped his face and raised his head, instead of chasing him, he sat on the steps rubbing his neck and laughed.

"I said, you're so worthless." The hoarse and ugly voice sounded again in the sea of ​​consciousness, "You don't have a career, you just want to be a idiot who gets angry."

Zhou Jin's smile disappeared, he raised his eyes and scanned the entire empty Bagua Hall, lowered his head and muttered silently.He didn't understand the demon world, and he was afraid that there would be some surveillance eyes or formations in the hall, so he kept silent and tried to speak in the sea of ​​consciousness.Fortunately, the foundation before the age of seven is still there. Although he is a disabled person now, he can still remember the basic skills of immortal cultivation.

"The Demon Lord is not an idiot." Zhou Jin successfully spoke with his soul bumping into the sea of ​​consciousness, "Mr. Long, hello."

The voice hushed the boss: "What the hell is the name? I don't even know who I am. I have heard that I am called a dragon and a phoenix."

Zhou Jin rested his left hand on his knee, the severed sleeve fluttered lightly, and stroked the marks on his neck with his right hand, with a calm expression: "Then I will directly call you Mr.

That voice - Dragon Soul was amazed: "Don't you even wonder why I clung to you?"

"I know." Zhou Jin raised the corners of his lips mockingly, "I just heard it, and I understand. They use the red heart magic seal to distinguish, but I have no spiritual core, and a person without cultivation can't show the magic seal."

Dragon Soul choked.

"Sir, I want to use my body to take refuge. It's useless for me." Zhou Jin tapped his knees with his fingers, "After all, I am a useless person, powerless, and I can't help you. I can't make a big devil like you free, so Mozun and the others don't bother to doubt me. I don't want to mess with anything, if you stay for a long time and find a suitable person to sign the contract with, please leave without trace as you did when you came."

He used to think that this rotten life was not enough to live, but he did not take life lightly.Now that he has got a great Demon Lord, he cherishes his life even more. It is extremely dangerous to hear that a dragon soul is born out of a sinful abyss.What's more, the scorched corpses all over the ground that night were still vivid in his memory, even though the dragon soul had been tempting him to sign the contract with various wonderful conditions, he would never let go.

If you can't drive away when you come, please feel free.

At most, when he was dual cultivation with the Demon Lord, there was an ancient demon from beyond the sky peeking at him. It would be strange to think about it.

But if it is true dual cultivation, how can he take care of the miscellaneous things, long ago some kind of worm got into his head, like a ghost, he would jump on the Demon Lord.

"You, you..." Seeing his appearance, Long Hun was so angry that he said in one word: "You worthless trash!"

"Assignment."

Zhou Jin let out a foul breath, lowered his head and saw the split left sleeve, and chewed the word silently between his lips and teeth.

Xu Basui flew out of the Hall of Eight Diagrams, walking around like a headless chicken, so chaotic that he didn't know how to deal with it.

A good-for-nothing little black flower with only a face left and the safety of the demon world, the incomparable two are actually placed at the two ends of the balance in his heart and are evenly matched. The thought of this fact drives him crazy.

"System, system! Where did you go!" Xu Basui grabbed his hair, "Didn't you say that Saturday and Saturday are a couple? Why did it become like this!"

The system is still not responding.Xu Basui was in a state of chaos last night. He vaguely remembered that there was a lot of noise on the way to the system, but he didn't know that there was no sound when he got up in the morning.

Xu Basui wandered around for a while, not knowing what to do, suddenly remembered that Han Tian was asking for leave, so he straightened up and turned to his residence.

When he arrived at the place, Xu Basui knocked on the door but there was no response, but the barrier was still there.He listened with his ears, and heard intermittent hissing sounds, which became more and more strange, so he dug his head into the barrier to see what happened: "Han Tian?"

The voice became clearer, Han Tian didn't respond.

Xu Basui didn't hesitate anymore, and walked in to the inner hall, only to see Han Tian lying on the bed and falling asleep in a daze, moaning unceasingly, with a pitiful appearance of having suffered a great crime.

Xu Basui hurriedly floated to his bed, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead first, the tentacles were hot, and when he tried again, he found that the spiritual flow in Han Tian's spiritual veins was rampant, and he looked like he had been severely injured.

Xu Basui was taken aback, and immediately Yunling healed him, Han Tian burst into sobs midway, closed his eyes and struggled endlessly, forcing Xu Basui to exert great strength.

He struggled and muttered vaguely: "I'm not him."

Beads of sweat were dripping from Xu Basui's temples, and he pressed his thumbs up on his heart demon seal, surging spiritual power surged, and a beam of spark-like spiritual power entered Han Tian's spiritual veins, driving the spirit that was about to run wild The pulse is smoothed together.

Only then did Han Tian stretch his eyebrows, and his breathing gradually became even.

Xu Basui withdrew his hand, and suddenly felt that the Lingmai was stagnant, sore and swollen again.

He slowed down for a while, Han Tian also woke up, his eyes widened when he saw him: "My lord?"

Xu Basui also stared round his eyes: "Han Tian, ​​did you get seriously injured last night when you repaired the barrier? Your forehead is hot, your voice is hoarse, and why are your eyes swollen like rotten peaches?"

"I'm... fine." Han Tian hurriedly lifted the quilt and sat up to show his health. He was wrapped tightly in a nearly black navy blue robe, except for his eyes and throat, everything was as usual.

"My forehead isn't hot, it's the Lord who burned it himself." Han Tian sat down and rubbed his eyes, like a cat wiping his face with its paws after waking up. I couldn't finish talking, Brother Ze and I were talking, and I accidentally inhaled a hot breath, and my entire voice became hoarse. Actually, I wasn't injured, it just, it just went astray during my cultivation."

Such an explanation seems to make sense.

Han Tian has always been loyal and sincere, so Xu Basui didn't doubt him, and he never mentioned the matter of healing him. Instead, he took out the important matter of the sinful dragon soul and explained it in detail. Han Tian took out his notebook to record it, and kept nodding his head. and supplements.

"Together with the damaged barriers everywhere, the subordinates must finish the investigation before the Lord's birthday and the Rain Festival." He closed his notebook and concluded seriously, "It's just that the Lord is in seclusion, and I can't protect the Dharma."

"It's okay, I'm fine." Seeing that his complexion was still not good, Xu Basui gathered up the quilt and piled it on him: "Take care of yourself first, and then catch up on sleep. Don't go astray in your cultivation in the future, or something serious will happen."

Han Tian tightened the quilt with his fingertips, and smiled palely: "Yes, there will be no next time."

Xu Basui told him a few more words about the painful experience of cultivation before he got up and left. When he went out, he met Zehou and asked in surprise, "You finished the investigation so quickly?"

Ze Hou smiled: "No, ask Han Tian something."

"Okay, don't bother him for too long," Xu Basui swallowed a sudden dull pain in his heart, and quickly added Wen Paolu: "He is not in good spirits, and his practice practice went astray last night."

Zehou frowned, pushed open the door and went straight into the room, where the man was hugging the quilt in a daze.

The navy suit on his body was the one I put on him this morning.

Zehou is blind, except for Xu Basui, he can only tell by his clothes.As soon as he stepped forward and called Han Tian, ​​the man got up and backed away.

"I am fine."

"Last night I—"

"It's okay." Han Tian interrupted hoarsely in a low voice, "Brother Ze, I know that last night was an accident, you don't have to worry about it."

Ze Hou was silent for a moment, then narrowed his eyes: "That's right."

"Just pretend nothing happened." Han Tian bowed and turned his back, "Brother Ze, what's the matter?"

"Han Tian." The person behind him spoke slowly, "Did I call someone else by my name last night?"

Han Tian clenched his robe tightly for a moment.The voice of the person above me repeating in a low voice last night seemed to be still in my ears, feeling deeply for others and humiliating him.

"Well, it's okay." Han Tian hooked the corners of his lips, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "It's okay to admit the wrong person occasionally."

Xu Basui, who had run far away, had no chance to hear the gossip about the two guardians, he only cared about walking, and also cared about panting.

He was still lucky, his birthday was fifteen days away, and that day was the most devilish day of the year.Since ten years ago, Xu Basui has been suffering every year when his birthday approaches. The day after his birthday is the Rain Festival, a good day when the devil only rains once a year.The previous demon king, that is, his father Xu Huo, combined the two days to celebrate his birthday, which gradually became a lively and earthy bonfire party tradition.

Xu Basui was stubborn and refused to change it. If he wanted to continue to use Qinghe, he had to be careful before his birthday and retreated.

He rubbed his dull heart and let out a breath of hot air. He originally wanted to flash into Nankege to cool down for a while, but he moved his feet to the front of the Bagua Hall by a mysterious coincidence.

Xu Basui swept in, and the hotness in his heart eased a bit.

This vast Hall of Eight Diagrams is made of black as the base material, with ferocious ghosts engraved on the four square walls, and Zhou Dianxin, who is dressed in a plain azure Taoist uniform, sits quietly under the high platform, like a stray dog ​​with nowhere to go. Like Ye Tan gradually being swallowed by shadows.

Xu Basui opened his mouth, and finally called out: "Trash."

Zhou Dianxin raised her eyes, she was surrounded by shadows in all directions, when she got up she shook off the shadows all over her shoulders, and she calmed down the gloomy hall with a smile.

"You... come with me."