After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

Jing Zun raised his eyes, and Bai Lian flew past the houses on both sides, and the collapse stopped wherever he went. Hua Yao finally showed a shocked expression, and quickly disappeared and hid in the fallen leaves.

But Bai Lian swept across the house and immediately rolled over, smashed open layers of fallen leaves, and rolled up the painting monster that had just shrunk. The painting monster regained its figure and wanted to escape, but Bai Lian chased and pulled him back.

He turned around in panic and threw a light blade, Jing Zun led the two of them past, raised his eyes again, Hua Yao was pulled forward, and then tightly held on to the tree next to him, and flew in all directions when there was a slight gap.

The ground was full of rubble, Jing Zun didn't want to put his junior brother down, he couldn't spare his hand to grab Hua Yao, but he couldn't run away either, so he watched with interest the big red dress being tied by Bai Lian and flying around.

He remembered a painting he saw during the exam before. It was a picture of a child releasing a paper kite, which was very similar to this one. Could it be that this is a paper kite?

The Hua Yao flew away and said angrily: "Mozun, why do you need to help Xianmen, they are the least grateful!"

"I didn't help them, I just wanted to get rid of you." Jing Zun said indifferently, "Since you are holding my face, I can't let you live."

After watching for a while, I saw a person passing by in panic under the kite. The person was quite curious, and then looked back at Jing Zun, suddenly shocked, and the walking steps trembled: "Respect... Your lord?"

Jing Zun frowned and looked at her: "Yan Shuanghong, why are you here?"

"Is it really the Lord?" Yan Shuanghong's face changed drastically, "Are you alive?"

"Not dead, but alive again, what are you doing here?"

"He came after Hua Yao." The shock on Yan Shuanghong's face hadn't dissipated, and she was a little out of breath just now, "Of course I can't ignore the evil I committed."

Jing Zun looked at the "paper kite" and said, "Leave this matter to me, and you help me take these two juniors away."

Yan Shuanghong lowered her eyebrows and recognized that this was a disciple of Zhaoyan Mountain who had been to the Demon Race last time. The Lord held a good impression of her, and she even asked her name, Jiang Yuezhuo.

She also realized: "Honorable Master is now in Zhaoyan Mountain?"

"Well, but... You should take them to the Demon Race first, they are all in poor health, let Yu Sibai take a look, don't reveal my identity."

Yan Shuanghong nodded, tied the two of them behind her, bowed to Jing Zun, and was about to disappear when Jing Zun thought of something, and stopped her again: "If you are not in a hurry, I have something to ask you."

Yan Shuanghong raised her head to look at the painting demon who was fleeing to death: "Why am I so anxious, tell me."

Jing Zun was silent for a moment, then Fang opened his mouth and said, "The scholar you followed... What was your relationship when he was not dead?"

Yan Shuanghong blushed slightly: "There was a relationship, why did the Lord ask about it?"

"I have a friend who belongs to the demon clan. He said that the demon clan is most likely to develop dependence and affection for those who save them and protect them. You were also a demon body at the time. Since you only rely on affection, how can you be sure that there is love between you? "

"Isn't it normal to develop a good impression because of dependence first, and then slowly evolve into love, and it will happen naturally?" Yan Shuanghong said, "Love is just a feeling, how can it be so clearly distinguished, and there is no specific mark."

Jing Zun looked at the person behind her, and shook his head slightly: "Yes."

"Ah?" Yan Shuanghong looked back curiously, but she didn't see anything, and heard the painting demon shouting in the air, "Can you stop chatting, let me go!"

Jing Zun held the floating Bai Lian in his hands, and said to Yan Shuanghong, "I'm fine, you can go."

When they walked away, he pulled Bai Lian, and Hua Yao was rolled to his side. He didn't look sideways, but a stream of light pierced Hua Yao's chest from his sleeve. The man in red who had just stood still froze, with Unbelievable: "Are you really killing me?"

"Otherwise, why keep you?" Jing Zun expressed doubts, "Do you think I am a kind person who will show mercy to you?"

Bloodstains overflowed from the corner of Hua Yao's mouth, and he fell down slowly. Wisps of white smoke drifted out from his body and diffused into every house. After the white smoke cleared, his body slowly shriveled, without flesh and blood, and turned into a piece of drawing paper. Zun picked it up, rubbed it, put it under his feet and stomped on it, and built a fire on his fingertips to burn the drawing paper to ashes.

There was Hua Yao's scream in the flames, the face that was exactly the same as his, the skin and flesh slowly peeled off, and slowly dissipated in front of him.

The souls of the people absorbed by the painting demon returned to their families, and the town returned to normal, but it was not completely normal. The officials guarding the city and some kind-hearted people couldn't bear the pleas of the victims outside, so they opened the city gate and let them go. Come in.

There were many disaster victims in the originally prosperous town, some generous people opened warehouses to release food, and some petty family members cursed and swearing.

Jing Zun went out of the city gate, looked back, and saw that the black air covering the small town had dissipated. The black air was not caused by the demons to exorcise the souls of the people, but when they opened the door to let the victims in. scattered.

When he returned to the Demon Race, the Four Protectors of Cyan, Red and White, together with all the Demon Cultivators, were already waiting to be greeted at the foot of the mountain. The two Junior Brothers hadn’t woken up yet. The main hall of Qinghu Mountain had been repaired. The hot spring pools were placed, and as ordered, four large and small ones, deep and shallow ones were prepared, and there were beds next to them, all of which were covered with curtains, soft and quiet.

Sitting down in the main hall, all the demon cultivators kowtowed, Jing Zun raised his hand and threw the silver bow into Hu Yiqing's hand: "How can I get rid of the evil spirit of this bow and arrow?"

Hu Yiqing touched the silver bow and looked at it for a while, then shook his head: "The natural evil blade cannot be eliminated, but if you use it, my lord, it will have no effect. Your cultivation base can suppress the evil spirit."

"I want to use it for my junior brother."

"Master Jiang Xiaoxian?" Hu Yiqing said, "If he uses it, he needs to tame the evil spirit himself, but it's very difficult for people from the immortal sect to tame the evil blade, most of them are too righteous."

"Okay, let's talk about it when he wakes up." Jing Zun's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his eyebrows, "My soul is damaged...Since I'm back, I'm going to retreat in a secret realm for a while. Take good care of the two of them."

The demonic secret realm 'Human Trace Extinction', like the fairy gate secret realm, has the effect of improving cultivation, and can also repair and recuperate.

He went in for three months, and the four protectors lied to Azhuo that their elder brother disappeared together with the painting demon, and it was Yan Shuanghong who stopped by and rescued them both.

They were all safe and sound at first, but they were said to be panic-stricken, and the two wanted to find someone immediately. The four protectors could only lie one after another, saying that they were good people and had brought back the elder brother, but they were injured. I'm recuperating elsewhere, and I can't come out to meet people.

This still made the two of them very worried and fidgety. They said that the senior brother had confessed, and when he recovered, we will return to Yanshan together. The injury was not serious at first. The demons want to detain people.

So even though they were anxious, they had no choice but to stay in the Demon Race and wait.

In the past three months, Sibai improved it dozens of times before and after, and finally developed a elixir that has no side effects against the courtship period. He also named it "Qingxin Pill."

Hu Yiqing handed the silver bow to Ah Zhuo, the lord has an explanation, if he can tame it, give it to him first, if he can't tame it, wait until he comes out.

There was a strange red light on the silver bow and arrow, as if it had swallowed blood. A Zhuo held it in his hand, and the red light was instantly revealed, turning into arrogant claws, turning around him.

Ah Zhuo watched the red light flow, and stretched out his hand to pat it.

The red light was angry, raising its head like a swimming snake, ready to fight, but A Zhuo looked at it quietly, then stretched out his hand to pat it again: "Why do you keep circling around me?"

Hong Guang froze for a moment, turned around twice, then slowly retracted, got into the bow, and couldn't come out again.

A fish-shaped sign appeared where Ah Zhuo was holding: the bow and arrow recognized the master.

Hu Yiqing was very shocked: "Why did this bow recognize its owner so easily, Master Jiang Xiaoxian, you have no reason to be able to suppress its evil spirit?"

A Zhuo stroked the sign, with a confused expression on his face: "I don't know either."

Hu Yiqing was very curious, went back that night and looked through a box of books, and found some relevant records, saying that he could easily tame the Fierce Blade, either, this person's cultivation level was higher than that of the Fierce Blade, or this person was of the same kind as it .

Yan Shuanghong was also at the side, puzzled: "What do you mean by the same kind, isn't Immortal Master Jiang Xiao a mermaid?"

Hu Yiqing sneered and said, "It's not the same kind, but one is the fierce blade and the other is the fierce person."

"Impossible, Master Jiang Xiaoxian doesn't look bad."

"Impossible now does not mean impossible in the future, a simple mind may not always be able to keep it, and it may not be free from external forces, anyway..." Hu Yiqing thought for a while, "I still have to tell the Lord about this. "

Yan Shuanghong thought about it for a while, then pulled her back and said, "After all, this murderous blade was only drawn by me, not a prototype. Your guesses may not be all right. Your lord is very kind to his junior brother. Tell him these things, be careful about your lord. The first thing It's not to solve hidden dangers, but to take your knife."

Hu Yiqing paused, and moved for a while: "It makes sense, I'd better not ask for it."

Anyway, their demon cultivators don't care about any vicious people, even they themselves, in the eyes of Xianmen, are evil and crooked, fierce and evil.

To recognize the master of the silver bow, one must have a name. Hu Yiqing went to Ah Chuo the next day and told him the name that the Lord had thought of before: "This is a silver bow and arrow, so it is called Yin..."

"Thank you, don't worry, I've already decided on a name." A Zhuo raised the bow and arrow, "It will be called Wind Arrow from now on."

Hu Yiqing hadn't finished speaking the word "arrow", so she had no choice but to stop: "Oh, fine, call it whatever you want." She recalled what the lord said before, and said, "The hot spring in the back hall is for the little fairy master. Yes, you can use it as you like, tell us if you have any requirements, and we will guarantee it.”

A Zhuo shook his head: "I don't have any request." After a moment of silence, he said, "I heard last time that you all want the position of Demon Lord, don't you?"

"Huh?" Hu Yiqing blinked.

Is this going to fight the injustice for his elder brother?

Venerable Lord, this Xianmen senior brother is really not in vain. Looking at it like this, when he returns to the Demon Race, he might be able to kidnap a senior brother back.

They just thought about it, but didn't take any real action. Now that they all know that the Lord is alive, who dares to covet him? Isn't that courting death?