I, Long Jun, am not short!

Mo Xunyu stopped laughing, and gave him an indifferent look: "Ming Jiu, it's not a good thing to know too much, or are you sure I won't kill you?"

Ming Jiu shook her head: "I'm not sure, but the Second Highness won't touch me for the time being."

After thinking about it, he added: "Before you know who he is."

Mo Xunyu didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, so he gave him a disdainful expression, turned around and left, rushing back to Lianhuan again.

At this time, Chu Xian, who was lifting the corpse on the chair, suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain in his heart.

Chu Xian covered his heart with one hand, and pinched the armrest with the other. A few obvious blue veins popped out from the back of his hand, which made his hand paler.

In a trance, he felt that his ribs seemed to be broken, stuck between his lungs, and his breathing was bloody, but there was nothing unusual when he touched it. Si Yuan's medical skills are still very trustworthy.

But why does it hurt so much? It's as if... Chu Xian took a breath of cold air. It was so cold that his internal organs seemed to be soaked in ice. The cold air spread from the lungs to the whole body, as if the whole dragon was in an ice cellar.

It's like... a broken bone.

The severe pain spread from the chest to the fingertips, from the arms to the calves, from the waist to the neck, and never let go.

As I said a long time ago, this kind of severe pain is absolutely unbearable for the second time. One time is enough to kill a person. for the second time.

But the second time he passed out, he was drowsy with pain in his sleep and didn't have much fear, but this time he didn't feel so good.

Sometimes, intuition is very accurate.

Chu Xian had already rolled down from the chair, snorted, curled up into a ball, his eyes swayed, as if he was not lying on the exquisite and gorgeous ground of the Demon Realm, but on the edge of the city of Ripples, The ground was covered in blood, and the blood on that ground was mostly his own blood.

He sobbed softly, and the cold sweat from the forehead flowed onto the long eyelashes. Chu Xian blinked uncomfortably, the cold sweat rolled down from the eyelashes, slid across the thin and pale cheeks, and stayed in the delicate There was a lingering lingering reluctance to leave on his chin, it looked as if he was crying.

But crying is impossible, no matter how painful it is, Chu Xian squeezed the corner of the chair tightly with one hand, and folded the round and slender nails neatly trimmed into the flesh of the finger. He put one hand into his mouth, biting it firmly, his mouth was instantly filled with his own bloody smell, and the end of his eyes showed a coquettish red, making people uncomfortable just looking at it.

This is the demon world, not a heaven that he can make up at will, let alone cry, he is not even willing to make a sound, he would rather bite the blood out of his hands than cry out in pain.

There is an inherent arrogance in Chu Xian's bones. This arrogance is concealed by him under the willfulness of his will, but it is exposed in every piece of bone that has never been broken and every inch of flesh and blood that has only blood but no water. He does not bow his head, does not admit defeat, and is not afraid of heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods.

But only Jiu Ling knew that since childhood, what Chu Xian was most afraid of was not him, but pain.

Probably no one would have imagined that His Highness Long Jun, who is always straight and fearless, would be afraid of pain, and he can only blame him for pretending too well.

Chu Xian, who was curled up on the ground, narrowed his eyes slightly. He could only see drops of cold sweat sliding from the corner of his forehead to his eyelashes, and then he blinked it down. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, so he didn't look at it. to the man standing outside the window facing him.

The man was neatly dressed, his long silver hair was partly draped, and his chin was raised slightly. His face was handsome and dazzling, even compared to Jiuling Chuxian, a well-recognized handsome man. The arrogance of being superior.

The man looked at Chu Xian who was curled up, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was admiring something that made people feel happy. At this moment, Chu Xian was in so much pain that he wanted to die, so naturally he couldn't feel this man. The two people are only separated by an open window, and the distance between them is only about ten meters, but it seems that they are separated by fairyland and hell.

The man tilted his head slightly, and he could vaguely see a coquettish red mole like blood behind his ear.

And everything has just begun.

In the fantasy city.

The Heaven Realm and the Demon Realm are still confronting each other for the time being, Xuanyun has no habit of pre-empting strikes, and is still waiting for Mo Qinghan's action.

And Mu Yin, who was driven to the shelves, had nothing to do for a long time, and finally thought of something to do.

"Emperor Xuanyun, don't worry, I will only go for a while, nothing will happen."

His noble and glamorous three-sentence problem is that he can't get over it in front of Xuan Yun. Xuan Yun has always had a good relationship with him, and his temper is good enough, so he doesn't care about him, and he reasoned with him: "The two armies In a duel, whoever asks for peace first will admit defeat, you want to admit defeat? And even if it is time to send someone, it will not be your turn."

Mu Yin didn't listen to his reasoning, his face was cold and clear, and his words were also clear and cold: "I definitely don't mean that, it's just that we don't know why the demon world started the war, the so-called knowing ourselves and the enemy..."

"I don't want to know why they started the war," Xuan Yun interrupted him, "To be honest, Mu Yin, even if you want to know yourself and the enemy, you are absolutely not needed, and you don't want to see how capable you are, just obediently stay behind you .”

"..." His Royal Highness Underworld Emperor felt that he was underestimated, and after thinking about his own abilities, he decided not to refute Xuanyun, and continued to move his feelings: "Emperor Xuanyun, this matter must be done by the minister, the minister and the eldest prince of the devil world The relationship is not bad, if others go, I'm afraid they won't even be able to see them."

Xuan Yun's expression remained unchanged: "I really don't really want to know why he started the war."

Mu Yin: "You have strong limbs and a simple mind, so you will fight to the death for the rest of your life!"

Hyun Yun: "..."

You might as well keep talking like you're sick!

As the God of War in the Heavenly Realm, Xuan Yun was said for the first time that "the limbs are strong and the brain is simple", but this is something he is used to, and he can't beat him without scolding, so he was so angry that he found it a bit novel. After thinking about it, he still didn't talk to Mu Yin. This person who can fall ill at any time cares about it.

He asked Mu Yin: "Why do you want to go?"

How dare a Wenshen who has never held a sword or practiced martial arts for half his life want to run to the enemy's camp?

Xuan Yun was really puzzled, and couldn't understand Mu Yin's psychology at all.

Mu Yin had his own thoughts: "Because I'm going to see Qinghan. I really can't figure out Qinghan's purpose for initiating this incident. Qijin did this just after he went to the Demon Realm. To be honest, this is not the Mok I know. cold."

Xuan Yun said: "Speaking of Qijin, you have a mixed bag of good and bad people there. A princess of the peacock tribe can have sex with the prince of the devil world. How do you look at them?"

Mu Yin didn't realize why the topic changed here, and said inexplicably: "What am I watching them do? They are not children anymore, even if they are in love, they have reached the age to take responsibility for their own decisions. Moreover, this kind of thing Can I stop it?"

Xuanyun was speechless to refute. Seeing his eyes widen, Mu Yin raised his eyebrows: "Don't look at me, there is a saying in the world, it is better to demolish ten temples than destroy one marriage, I can't do it." You didn't even look at Si Yuanxian when it happened back then..."

As he said that, he suddenly closed his mouth, looked out the door cautiously, lowered his voice and continued: "I don't want to see what Si Yuan looks like now, a good god is forced to be like that, how can I bear it?" Stop them?"

Xuanyun didn't know where he was poked, and his face was a bit ugly: "It's okay, I know you are soft-hearted, just like Chu Xian, can the matter of Si Yuan be the same as the matter of Qijin? I don't know about Qijin's matter." Did you let her go too?"

Mu Yin said: "I won't talk about this with you, anyway, I'll go and make a decision, Qinghan is not such a person, I have to go and see the situation myself."

Xuanyun still disagreed: "I agree with someone else, you can't do it, you are a literary god who can't do anything and wait to be taken hostage?"

"Qing Han won't do anything to me." Mu Yin had the same inexplicable confidence as Chu Xian.

Xuanyun expressionless: "You can't."

Mu Yin gritted his teeth, thought about the gap between himself and Xuan Yun, silently took back his outstretched hand, and continued to move affectionately: "Xuan Yun, who is my kind, let alone Qing Han won't treat me What to do, even if they want to do something to me, I am an Emperor of the Underworld after all, and I can run past someone who is on the same level as Lord Long, right?"

Xuan Yun smiled disdainfully: "Are you ashamed to say that you are in the same god position as Chu Xian? What is Chu Xian's strength, what is your strength? You are considered weak in the gods, and you dare to compare with Chu Xian. Let me tell you about Mu Yin , even if Chu Xian's level of strength wants to go to Jiuling, he will have to beat him, let alone you?"

Mu Yin didn't believe this evil: "Come on, no matter how powerful Emperor Jiuling is, he is still a literary god. How can he beat His Highness Chu Xian? His Highness Chu Xian is no better than Emperor Jiuling now, so he won't be beaten, right?"

Xuan Yun: "Oh, Chu Xian listens to Jiu Ling the most. In the past thousand years, when Jiu Ling beat him hard, Chu Xian never fought back."

Mu Yin: "...Why?"

"When you grow up, you will naturally become sensible." Jiu Ling walked in leisurely, with a gentle smile: "What are you talking about?"

Xuan Yun and Mu Yin are just like Jiu Ling and Chu Xian, the difference is that Chu Xian is still willing to listen to Jiu Ling under normal circumstances, special circumstances are dealt with specially, Mu Yin is generally unwilling to obey, and special circumstances may listen He doesn't listen, so Xuan Yun is always envious of Jiu Ling, and often when Jiu Ling is distorted by Chu Xianqi's smile, he is thankful that Mu Yin at least won't cause trouble for him.

The speed at which Mu Yin changed his face was extraordinary, and he instantly changed into a polite and distant smile: "I have seen Emperor Jiuling."

Jiu Ling was happy to play with him: "You don't need to be too polite, where did His Highness Mu Yin just say you were going?"

Mu Yin said: "I just want to go to the demon camp to meet the eldest prince of the demon world."

Jiu Ling understood, and said with a gentle smile, "Is that so, did Xuanyun stop you?"

Xuan Yun said: "He has never held a sword in half his life, and I am afraid that he will be eaten by others when he runs into the demon camp."

Mu Yin slightly tilted his head towards him: "Emperor Xuanyun is serious."

Jiuling nodded: "Xuanyun, you are worrying too much. I heard that the relationship between the eldest prince of the demon world and Muyin is good, and nothing will happen if he thinks about it. So what if he wants to go?"

Mu Yin echoed: "Emperor Jiuling is right, Xuanyun, you think too much, what can I do if I am still Qinghan?"

Xuanyun glared at Jiuling: "You said it simply, let Chu Xian go and see if you don't mind!"

Jiu Lingwen smiled and said: "What's the matter, Mo Qinghan is not here, and Mo Qinghan can't beat Chu Xian, so I can rest assured."

As soon as Xuanyun opened his mouth, Muyin looked at him with a little grievance and coquettishness, and lowered his voice: "Xuanyun..."

If it was said that Jiuling couldn't stand Chu Xian pulling his sleeves the most, Xuan Yun couldn't stand Mu Yin's gesture the most, and immediately gave in: "Okay, I'll take you, go, remember to bring my Moyan Sword .”

Mu Yin agreed crisply, grabbed the God of War's Mo Yan Sword, turned around and left, and smiled at Jiu Ling: "Thank you, Emperor Jiu Ling!"

It's just that even he himself doesn't know what kind of road he has taken.

On that road, there was a person who had been waiting for him for thousands of years, exhausted all his strength, and finally ushered in the dark willows and bright flowers, and the sea and the sky would be bright.

The author has something to say: Today I suddenly remembered that Cixian seems to have not met for twenty chapters... Cici seems to have not appeared... I am sorry for you, I will try my best to close the door and let Ci

Yan Cijing: Thank you for remembering me

Chu Xian: Don't talk about you, I don't have many roles recently

Xiaomo: Look at me, why don't I take a part in the show?

Yan Cijing: You took it, so that's a little bit?

Xiaomo: What are you afraid of? Didn't your mother tell you to let you out?

Chu Xian: What good will there be if she lets her out?

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I swear that I am my own mother, Cici is my own son, and I am, write hi, forget about him for the time being...

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