With the good-for-nothing beauty

Zhou Jin swept the square for four days, and finally managed to sweep the square out of its original appearance.Under the charcoal stones that were said to be the remains of the meteorite rain, five sloppy words were exposed on the ground of this demon square: "Old Immortal Square".

Zhou Jin was overwhelmed when he recognized those large characters.The dining hall of the undead, the pool of the undead, and the old square will come again, too lively.

"I guess, the main hall used to be called the Bagua Immortal Hall?"

He asked the demon king perched on the pillar.

Xu Basui was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"

Zhou Jin was at a loss for words, lowered his head to sweep the floor vigorously, his shoulders kept shaking.

Xu Basui didn't have time to worry about this, so he lowered his head and worked hard at the work at hand.The eight pillars on the square are formations protecting the palace of the Demon Realm. According to calculations by a reliable underground astrologer, there will be a large-scale meteorite rain in two days. He has to hurry up to renovate the barrier and fight more. Several patches.

From time to time, the system would always give him two dings, offering all kinds of ways to torment Zhou Jin, and Xu Basui felt that there were a few that could be used as a reference, so he wrote them down in his small notebook.During the day, he cast spells to form an array, and at night he took Zhou Jin back to Nanke Pavilion, and tried his best to mess with him.

After coming and going, Zhou Jin probably got used to his bad mouth, and he became more courageous, and dared to rebound against verbal attacks.

Xu Basui once laughed at him for his bad reincarnation in this life, and Xiao Heihua chuckled: "No, I hope to be like the demon king in my next life."

"This seat is naturally a pendant."

"No, body and name are all foreign things, and reputation is all mine. I want to be as eloquent as the Demon Lord, who can drive people to death just by talking."

Xu Basui was choked, and then the system translated: "He lied, he didn't take his name lightly, he envied you to death, he wanted to be a high-ranking and powerful person like you."

Xu Basui also found out that Xiao Heihua admired the strong and hated the weak.When he knew that the level of cultivation in the Demon Realm was simply based on the difference in the color of the clothes, he was very unfriendly to his colorless white clothes.Just because in the Demon Realm, Zaicai's demon cultivator is dressed in gray at least, but the crisp white clothes he can be proud of originally symbolizes an ultra-low-level monk in the Demon Realm.

So Xu Basui quietly discovered that Xiao Heihua took advantage of the opportunity to work and deliberately scratched a corner of her white clothes black with black meteorite debris.Probably because he loves cleanliness and admires strength in his heart, so he secretly blacked out a corner of his exterior in annoyance.

Moreover, Xiao Hei Hua showed envy when she looked at the pitch-black goblin robe and Zehou's black clothes on him.

As for why he hates the weak so much, it's all because of his own innocence.

But he originally had a talent that everyone was amazed at.

So this night, Xu Basui thought of a very, very good new humiliation, combined with some wonderful charm... Zhou Jin would definitely scratch his head.

On the eclipse of the moon, Zhou Jin entered Nanke Pavilion with Mozun as usual.This ice cellar-like bedroom is the scariest, he follows the Demon Lord within seven steps, instinctively greedy for his warmth.

Xu Basui sat on the chair as usual that day, Zhou Jin followed, and was about to sit cross-legged on the ground as usual to bear the humiliating step on the shoulders of the Mozun, when the Mozun stopped him: "Calm down, stand at attention!"

Zhou Jin stood suspiciously, vigilant and... looking forward to it.

Xu Basui reclined in a sitting position: "I want to hear your story tonight."

Zhou Jin had a clear expression on his face: "What story does Mozun want to hear from Senior Brother?"

"No, next time." Xu Basui stretched out his index finger and poked his chest, eager to try: "Say your own."

Zhou Jin took half a step back from being poked, covered his chest, and blushed: "You, you..."

How could he poke there!To poke him, his cherry!

"Why?" Xu Basui was puzzled, "The girl is chirping, she looks like a molested young girl."

As he spoke, he slapped his nose in disgust: "Yi—"

Zhou Jin took a deep breath, and said silently not to care about the sick guy: "Then what does the Demon Lord want me to tell about myself?"

Naturally, the most embarrassing.

Xu Basui narrowed his eyes and said maliciously: "Listen to the part where your spiritual core was dug out."

Zhou Jin's pupils shrank imperceptibly.

Xu Basui began to use his spiritual power: "Does it hurt the moment you are dug?"

Zhou Jin lost his mind and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Xu Basui raised his eyebrows, and found that Zhou Qi, who had been taking it indifferently all this time, was indeed different everywhere.

"Are you lying? That's the heart of a monk."

Zhou Jin covered his heart, panting lightly: "It really doesn't hurt...that moment."

"What happened at that moment?" Xu Basui said softly, taking advantage of the collapse of the other party's mind, the charm wrapped in the voice was pervasive, and he was bound to see the body under the armor in front of him.

Zhou Jin lowered his head slowly, through the thin forehead hair, Xu Basui saw his long eyelashes trembling very temptingly.

"A divine sword." His lips were chapped, and his fingertips pointed at his heart. "It came from the light, and it penetrated into my heart every inch. It must be a divine sword, really, because it doesn't... hurt at all."

Zhou Baiyuan lowered his head, vaguely thinking that he was back ten years ago.

Unable to move, I was exposed in front of the gentle Qingfeng, watching helplessly as the radiant spiritual core was gouged out from the chest, and since then I have been reduced to a handful of ashes in the abyss made of ice.

"My spiritual core was peeled off inch by inch along with the sword tip, and I can't do anything. My body is still connected with muscle and flesh, but without the heart, it has become a pile of mud."

"I don't hurt, I'm just... so cold."

He slowly slid to his knees on the ground, bowing his back blankly.

"Father, mother, I'm so cold."

Xu Basui paused with his fingertips, got up and squatted down in front of him, and said softly, "Where are your parents?"

"All dead."

Xu Basui was quiet for a while, and stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, his charm was overwhelming.

Zhou Jin couldn't resist such strong spiritual power, let alone the helplessness in his memory, his back bent and he almost fainted.

Xu Basui caught the overwhelmed body, hugged it vaguely, and coaxed: "Don't be cold, you idiot."

Zhou Jin was in the vortex of his spiritual power at this time, and his consciousness was not clear.Xu Basui simply embraced the fallen man in the lost dream, lonely and joyful at the same time.

"Hey, my parents are gone too."