Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Huai Bi hurriedly asked: "But there is something important?"

Zhaozhao shook his head, pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, his peach blossom eyes glowed with a deep cold light: "I just want to beat him up."

King Peacock Ming, Fengying, with a fairy appearance and jade quality, dressed in white and a plume cloak, came lightly in a peacock fairy carriage, but unfortunately, he was detained by dragon soldiers rushing up from both sides after getting out of the carriage.

The accompanying soldiers of Prince Ming's Mansion didn't even have time to resist, so they were disarmed.

Fengying's gentle and jade-like face rarely collapsed: "How dare you treat me like this?!"

The coastal defense map and the defense map are still in his hands, and he doesn't believe that the Dragon Clan and the Sky Clan dare to treat him so unscrupulously.

The dragon soldiers were also surprised.

They didn't expect that King Peacock Ming, who looked unfathomable on the outside, actually had no magic power at all, not as good as an ordinary dragon soldier.

With a wave of the leader's hand, some soldiers took the fairy rope, tied the man roughly, and escorted him to a large tent.

A lamp was burning in the tent.

A young man in a snow robe was leaning against the desk with his sword in his arms, resting his eyes with his eyes closed.

The young man's eyelashes glowed with a layer of golden light, covering his eyes, casting a circle of shadows.

"Who is this king supposed to be? It turns out to be Your Highness."

Fengying's eyes lit up, looking from top to bottom, sizing up this overly delicate and beautiful young man, without concealing the greed and aggression in his eyes, he was completely different from his usual romantic and noble appearance.

"Since your highness is back, why don't you send anyone to inform me. Although some people are ungrateful and don't know how to cherish it at all, this king can think about it day and night, and miss your highness all the time."

Zhao Zhao opened his eyes, his beautiful peach eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light slanted down.

"Those portraits, did you let the soldiers spread them out on purpose?"

This look is very bright and amazing.

Feng Ying was stunned for a moment, feeling vaguely that the young man in front of him seemed to be different from before, like a precious and rare silkworm chrysalis that suddenly broke open quietly in no one's place and turned into a butterfly.

"It was for this purpose."

Feng Ying adjusted the arm that was being strangled by the immortal rope, and said: "This king is just to let the little highness recognize the true face of the devil—" "Let's fight."

The boy interrupted him coldly.

Feng Ying was stunned, but before he could react, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he was already trapped by the sack.Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of fierce punching and kicking.

Feng Ying fainted from the pain, and when she woke up again, she was already in another tent.

In the tent, Huihui was lighting candles and burning high-quality silver charcoal. Fengying tried to move, and bursts of sharp pain like knives and axes hit him over and over again, almost knocking him out again.

"My younger brother is rude, is King Ming okay?"

A warm voice came.

Feng Ying opened her eyes, and vaguely saw a bright yellow figure.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his face covered with dan and powder looked like a pig's head at the moment, his eyes were also stained, his upper and lower eyelids were stuck together, and every slight movement would cause a burst of soreness.

It's kind of funny.

"Quickly help up King Ming."

"Yes."

The two Azure Dragon envoys immediately dragged Fengying up and put him in a chair.

Putting her hands on the armrest, Feng Ying raised her romantic eyes, which were only bruised and swollen, and smiled coldly: "Do you think that if you detain me, you can get the defense map and coastal defense map?"

He naturally had more doubts in his heart.

For example, how did they know that he doesn't have magic power!

He usually pretended to be very good.

Huai Bi shook his head: "Compared with the defense map and coastal defense map, Gu is more concerned about where your master is hiding to heal his injuries."

Feng Ying's eyes suddenly shrank.

Then he stretched it out, tugged at the corners of his red and swollen mouth, and said, "What master?"

"Bring you out of the chicken coop, give you status, and turn your pheasant into the master of a phoenix! Or you can call him the left guardian of the demons—Fu Qiu."

The tent door was lifted, and Zhao Zhao came in holding his sword.

"Feng Ying?"

"Bearing someone's name all day long, won't you be haunted by nightmares, won't you be ashamed?"

A coldness flashed in Fengying's eyes, and he smiled calmly: "I don't understand, what does your Highness mean by this—" His voice stopped abruptly, because he saw a ragged man figure following Zhao Zhao.

The man's hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with ugly magic lines. When he saw Fengying, his eyes narrowed violently. As if he saw an enemy, he suddenly let out a strange and sad sound from his throat. He jumped over and took Fengying with him directly. They fell down together.

Feng Ying also turned pale with rare panic.

The man's hands were like iron tongs, and he strangled Fengying's neck, with a posture of not giving up until he was strangled, roaring in his throat, like a beast that tore his vocal cords.

Fengying's face turned purple and her pupils dilated.

"help me."

Huai Bi waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately stepped forward to separate the two.

The man was pressed on another chair, his scarlet eyes were still staring at Fengying. If his eyes had any substance, he might have swallowed him alive hundreds of times.

Fengying leaned back in the chair with a gloomy and cold face, panting.

Huai Bi looked at him, and said: "The day you married your daughter, this person suddenly broke into the banquet hall. You claimed that he was your servant, committed a crime and fled, and was arrested and returned to the house just now, and you let all the guests at the banquet see him. With the magic pattern on this person's body, his identity as a 'monster' is certain. No one will dare to approach him, no one will talk to him, and no one will ever know his true identity. Are you right?"

Feng Ying pursed the corners of her lips tightly and remained silent.

Huai Bi sneered: "You think you have exhausted all the tricks, but you don't know that there is a god standing above your head, and the truth can be covered up for a while, but it cannot be covered up for the rest of your life."

"Gu is right—Ming Wang?"

This time, Huai Bi turned around and looked at the man in another chair who was in a mess and was swallowed by the magic pattern.

It had been a long time since he heard this name, the man froze, slowly lowered his head, and sobbed softly.

Huai Bi sighed, and looked coldly at "Feng Ying": "You are just a running dog under Fu Qiuzuo. Become a half-devil, and suffer from the erosion of demon energy every day. Not only that, but you also married his beloved girl to your subordinates. You are sure that he will make a big fuss and go to see the girl for the last time, so I have set up a plan to lure you into the urn, let him show his magic patterns in public, and there is no chance of turning over."

"Such despicable and vicious behavior really got the true inheritance of your master Fu Qiu."

At this point, "Feng Ying" didn't hide anymore, he raised his eyebrows and smiled charmingly: "I want to know, how did you find the flaw?"

This time it was Zhao Zhao who spoke.

"First, the lines on Fu Qiu's body, even the disciples of the Immortal Clan are afraid of being infected, and dare not touch them lightly, and the soldiers of your Ming Palace, it is impossible not to have physical contact with him on the way to arrest fugitives. But Fortunately, the soldiers in your mansion really all have divine powers, and no one was infected."

"Second, even if he is really a fugitive from your mansion, when you find that the fugitive has been 'half-demonized', your first reaction is not to ask for help from the fairy gate present, but to send a 'half-demon' who may threaten your life at any time. It doesn't make sense to be locked up in your own dungeon."

"You can find reasons to quibble about the above two points, but you have one biggest flaw, which cannot be discerned."

Feng Ying raised her head with great interest.

"Oh? What is it?"

Zhao Zhaodao: "The peacock family regards the phoenix flower as an auspicious flower, and even ordinary people will plant a few plants in their homes, but you, as the king of Peacock Ming, actually don't have a single phoenix flower in the palace of the king of Ming."

Feng Ying's face finally sank.

Zhao Zhao raised his eyes and said, "How could you not have thought of such a big flaw, but you are allergic to phoenix flowers, right? That day on the pier, when you gave me phoenix flowers, I saw the phoenix flower on your wrist. red marks."

"You were afraid of showing your flaws in front of the peacock subjects, so you asked people to remove all the Phoenix flowers in the mansion in the name of donation, and when you had to perform sacrifices or host activities on the Phoenix Terrace, you would also take anti-allergic pills in advance. "

"Do you have anything else to argue about?"

Feng Ying shook his head.

"I am convinced."

He looked at Zhaozhao, and the ambiguous light appeared in his eyes again.

Zhao Zhao pulled out his sword with a bang, and he smiled again: "Now that I'm in your hands, you can beat and scold me freely, but be careful if you beat me to death, but no one will tell your little Highness the entrance to the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest."

Zhaozhao's movement of drawing the sword paused.

"You really know?"

Feng Ying Shi shrugged his sleeves: "Have you forgotten, who is my master? It's fine if you want me to tell you, you have to...let me live."

Zhao Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a moment, put away his sword, and said, "Okay."

Feng Ying didn't expect Zhao Zhao to be so straightforward, and couldn't help but said sourly in her heart: "Such an incomprehensible ice cube, what is there to be nostalgic for?"

Zhao Zhao directly kicked him.

"Okay, I said, I said yes."

"Actually, there is nothing to say. It is the key to unlock the seal of the devil. My master has already copied one by himself, and gave one to each of our subordinates."

"where is it?"

"Don't worry, okay, I said, it's in that phoenix blood jade. I didn't mean to put it in such a tricky place, but devils and even fetuses must be trained with strong spiritual power..."

"Hasn't the blood jade been sent out by you?"

"That's fake, the real blood jade, I hid it, as long as you let me go, I will tell you the location."

Zhaozhao carried Fengying all the way, and sure enough, he found a blood jade in his dormitory.

Feng Ying: "Now you should let me go."

Zhao Zhao ignored him, stared at the blood-colored precious jade in his hand with bright eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and ran away in big strides.

The boy directly turned into a dragon shape and flew all the way to the northeast.

Of course, Feng Ying did not escape in the end, and after being forced by Mo Yu to find out about Fu Qiu's whereabouts, he was locked in the dungeon where the real King Ming lived before.

In the afternoon of the next day, Zhao Zhao finally found the entrance to the Ten Thousand Devils Nest by following his memory.

The sky was still the same color as blood, and no sunlight could penetrate.

Zhaozhao, however, was in a turbulent mood, and carefully held the blood jade in his palm high. The devil in the blood jade felt the call of the other half of the twins, and quickly flew towards a huge bloody vortex in the midair.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, the seal was broken, and the gate of the devil's cave finally opened slowly.

Zhao Zhao took a deep breath, clenched the sword in his hand, and stepped on the old and dilapidated stone steps and walked in.

The scene in the grotto is similar to when he left, the only difference is that there is a strong smell of blood floating in the air.

There are many red lotus fires burning in the four corners of the palace.

Zhaozhao's eyes suddenly turned sore, he quickened his pace, and went to the pool of blood behind him.

"Master!"

When the clear boy's voice suddenly sounded, Zhang Yuan almost thought he was dreaming.

He moved his stiff fingers, and between his fingers was a flame-shaped bodhi flower. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Master."

Zhao Zhao stood ten feet away, his eyes were red, and tears rolled down like raindrops.

Dazed, unbelievable, he looked at the white-haired Master in a pool of blood.

I haven't seen him for a few days, his master, why did he become like this.