After Being Betrayed, The Immortal Master Ran Away With The Demon Venerable

Yi Ning turned his head and looked at the two people who were standing still.

"Let's go." He said lightly.

Yan Xuan turned his head, backhanded Fu Zhuo's heart, and said nonchalantly, "Let's go."

Behind him, Fu Zhuo wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yi Ning with blazing eyes, sneered almost maniacally, and followed in.

"Children, come here and toast the lord." Fu Zhuo had a big hole in his chest, and he was still talking to his "adopted sons" with a smile.

Those adopted sons stood up tremblingly, they were all human beings who were captured from various places by Fu Zhuo.

One of them walked up to Yanxuan, lowered his eyes and said softly: "See the lord."

As soon as Yan Xuan raised his head, he clenched the knife in his hand a little bit.

This one has eyes like Yi Ning.

He raised the corner of his mouth, and patiently uttered the word "Get out", which scared the adoptive son so much that his whole body trembled and his knees almost knelt on the ground.

"Look, I have no eyesight." Fu Zhuoshen said strangely, dragged the adoptive son to sit beside him, and said: "The lord doesn't like you."

Yi Ning looked around calmly, and sure enough, those foster sons all resembled him in some way.Some are eyes, some are noses, some are lips.

What a disgusting beast.

He suppressed the hatred in his heart, gently scratched Yan Xuan's palm, and coaxed softly: "Don't be angry."

Yan Xuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood what Yi Ning meant. The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he pulled Yi Ning to his side, and said, "I'm in a bad mood when I see something dirty. Shangxian coaxes me well."

"Okay." Yi Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and in front of Fu Zhuo, he slowly clasped Yan Xuan's ear and kissed gently, and said, "Are you in a better mood?"

The onlooker, Wen Sijie, spit out a mouthful of wine, looked at Yi Ning and Yan Xuan with a dull expression, turned his face away rather aggrieved, and drank the wine in his hands.

If Yan Xuan had a tail, it must be very high at the moment, he chuckled, put his arms around Yi Ning's waist and said: "It seems to be better."

Fu Zhuo, who was holding his adoptive son in his arms, used his nails to cut the palm of his hand where no one could see, but his eyes never fell on Yi Ning.

After a while, he smiled and said, "After staying for so long, it's time to catch up with the Lord. I wonder how the Lord is doing recently?"

Yan Xuan seemed to be thinking: "Of course, life is very good after the bond is formed, but there are two dogs who always provoke in front of the house, and I am planning to find a day to chop them up and feed them to the magic horse." He paused After a pause, he said to himself again: "Seeing that you still look like you haven't made any progress for so many years, you must have a bad life. It's a pity."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pinched Yi Ning's waist, and leaned against her so intimately.

But Yi Ning didn't refuse at all, instead he rubbed his head lovingly.

What a consensual couple made in heaven.

When Yan Xuan said the word pity, two of Fu Zhuo's nails broke off abruptly, and the blood from the fingertips mixed with the blood from the palm of his hand and fused together, dripping silently to the ground.

"We've made a contract, with whom?" Fu Zhuo looked innocent and asked back pretending to be confused.

"With me." Yi Ning continued with a smile, and what fell into Fu Zhuo's ears was a naked mockery.

He spread his smile, finally set his gaze on Yi Ning's face, and said slowly: "That's really congratulations."

Yi Ning accepted it calmly, but Yan Xuan's faint voice came from next to his ear: "Look."

"Look at you." Yi Ning answered naturally, if it wasn't for the slightly hot ears, maybe even Yi Ning himself would have taken it seriously.

It's like they really bonded.

Wen Sijie drank another glass, Ji Baifa gave a dry cough and grabbed his wrist to prevent him from pouring more.

"Even if there is no contract, Yi Ning can't be yours. He won't even look at you if you drink to death." It was rare for Ji Baifa to say so much to Wen Sijie.

Wen Sijie gritted his teeth and said to him, "None of your business?"

Ji Baifa: "..."

There was a turbulent undercurrent in the hall, and when an adopted son was pouring wine, his hand trembled and knocked over the teacup, soaking Ji Baifa's clothes.

Fu Zhuo looked over indifferently, and the adopted son immediately knelt on the ground trembling and pleaded guilty, his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

The hall was so quiet that a needle could be dropped, and the other sons stared with bated breath, not daring to breathe.

After a long while, Ji Bai frowned and used a spell to dry the clothes without saying anything.

"Hands and feet are so clumsy, hey, Xiao Jiu, tell me what you can do." Fu Zhuo walked over, stretched out his hand and stroked his back lightly, and said, "Go, pour General Ji another cup and apologize."

The adoptive son named Xiao Jiu quickly got up from the ground, poured Ji Baifa a glass of wine carefully, and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, General, I'm guilty."

Among the demons, there have never been so many rules and etiquette, not to mention that Ji Baifa himself is a person who only cares about strength, and he doesn't care about mere human beings at all.

"Okay, Fu Zhuo." Ji Bai said with a frown, he was always irritable with Fu Zhuo's hypocrisy.

Although Yan Xuan is not much better than him, he is much stronger after all.

Among the Four Demon Generals, the seat of Curse Xie originally belonged to Fu Zhuo.They have known each other for many years, and they both know each other's strength.

Among the four of them, only that coward Xiaobai is afraid of Fu Zhuo.

"The general said it's ok, come back, Xiao Jiu." Fu Zhuo smiled softly, and there was nothing unusual in his tone, but when Xiao Jiu brushed past him, he said softly and quickly: "Left hand."

The left hand was the hand he had just knocked over the wine glass. Xiao Jiu froze on the spot, tearing up and wanted to kneel down again to beg for mercy, but heard a second voice above his head: "Legs."

He didn't dare to kneel immediately, he could only look at Fu Zhuo with wide eyes in pain.

If you speak or cry, your tongue will be pulled out.

His previous eight "brothers" all died in this way.

Yi Ning's hand holding the teacup trembled, and he slowly drew out his sword, but Yan Xuan held it down with some doubts: "You want to kill him?"

Yi Ning closed his eyes and put the sword back. Before it was too late, he had to find a way to extract the location of Fu Zhuo's real body from Fu Zhuo or these adoptive sons.

Just now, he clearly saw Fu Zhuo's lips.

The left hand means that Fu Zhuo wants to cut off Xiao Jiu's hand that knocked over the wine glass.

Losing humanity is worse than beasts.

"Yan Xuan, these foster sons..." He sent a voice transmission, but before he finished speaking, Yan Xuan interrupted: "I know you want to save, can I stop you?"

Yi Ning put his hands to his lips and coughed lightly in embarrassment. The demon Yan Xuan was about to be trained by him to predict what he was going to say in advance, and he could guess it every time.

"If I can tidy up Fu Zhuo and make some good words out of it, what will Shangxian reward me for?" Yan Xuan's hand under the table gently scratched Yi Ning's palm, this time it wasn't just for Fu Zhuo to show.

Yi Ning glanced at him and said, "What do you want me to reward?"

Yan Xuan seemed to be thinking hard, and it took him a long time to come back via voice transmission.

"Reward me for finishing what I haven't done on the magic chariot, okay?"

There was a crisp and itchy feeling in the palm of his hand, Yi Ning grabbed his fingers with his backhand, exerted a little force, and Yan Xuan hissed softly.

Just when Yan Xuan thought that Yi Ning was ambiguous again, he heard Yi Ning turn his face away and make a low voice.

"If what you do satisfies me, I can consider it."

Yan Xuan was stunned for a moment, as if the blood all over his body rushed into his brain.

"No regrets."

Yi Ning nodded.

Anyway, after a while, he said he was not satisfied.

Seeing Yan Xuan quickly got up with the knife, looking very impatient, Yi Ning took a sip of tea and said behind him: "Don't kill him, take your time."

He wanted Fu Zhuo to know that he was not a saint, he was just an ordinary person who practiced immortality and discussed Taoism.

Hate, and kill.

Fu Zhuo was startled, and said innocently: "My lord, did I do something wrong?"

Yan Xuan smiled and said, "You're right, it's just that I just don't like seeing you."

Yi Ning put down his teacup, glanced over indifferently, and echoed in his heart

Coincidentally, so am I.