Xianjun, please calm down

I don't know how Daoist Biyun works, but he never arranged for Xing Zhao to go to the Demon Realm. After his injury recovered, he went up to the city wall to participate in the battle.

A few months have passed, and every time he is free, Xing Zhao will inadvertently think of the year in the magic palace. At that time, he was thinking about how to escape every day, and he didn't care much about the people around him. Thinking about it now, He suddenly discovered that the days of being imprisoned were actually the most peaceful time since he could remember.

After getting along so closely, he found that the demon king was not as brutal as the outside world rumored. On the contrary, he was very quiet most of the time, sitting there quietly, watching him quietly. candid.

Sometimes Xing Zhao even wondered, if that person was not the Mozun, could they be friends.

For some reason, the image of Mozun standing on the city wall and looking at him when he escaped from the Demon Palace often appeared in his mind.

When he was in the Demon Palace, he was always in a state of agitation. He couldn't figure out why the Demon Lord didn't kill him or let him go. He just locked him up like that, and didn't interrogate him. He just went to sit with him every day.

Thinking about it now, when he looked at himself, it was like a lonely child looking at his favorite toy.

Perhaps, he didn't actually have as many complicated thoughts and purposes as he thought. He just thought he was very interesting and used himself as a tool to relieve loneliness.

But if it was just a joke, when he was fleeing, the Mozun didn't kill him, and didn't even stop him, just stood there, quietly watching him run away.

Mozun is not a gentle person, there is no doubt about it.

I am a human spy who assassinated many demons. After being caught, he not only spit at him, made faces with him, but also escaped from the demon palace. He is still alive. To himself, he is really tolerant up.

Xing Zhao withdrew his thoughts, looked up at the door, made sure that the door was closed, then took off his outer shirt, and concentrated on covering the newly added trauma on his shoulder.

Now he thinks that these are actually useless, he will probably not go to the Demon Realm again in the future, if the Demon Venerable goes to battle, he will also have his own Mahayana practitioners to fight, if it is not his turn to step forward, in the future, they will be like before he was captured Same, no intersection.

Before the battle, it was unwise to think about these useless facts. If he hadn't lost his mind today, he wouldn't have been injured.

On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly, and if you lose your mind for a moment, you may lose your life. He warned himself not to be an example.

This time, he was injured on his left shoulder, a penetrating wound, and the remaining demon energy in it had been removed. He didn't take any medicine for the wound, but just wrapped it in a bandage and waited for it to heal on its own.

The war has lasted too long, and wound medicine is a scarce resource. As a high-level cultivator, their own self-healing ability is extremely strong. Like this kind of skin trauma, they usually no longer take medicine pills, but leave those precious medicine medicines to others. For practitioners who need it more, maybe this elixir saved can save the next person's life.

He is used to walking around alone, and he has long been proficient at wrapping himself up. With one hand and his teeth, he flexibly wrapped the bandage and tied it. He just picked up a clean In the middle of the coat, the movement suddenly stopped.

He suddenly turned his head, and was shocked to find that the dark but pale demon was standing quietly behind him.

Xing Zhao's pupils shrank suddenly. This is the ancient mirror city of the human race, and the Demon Lord can appear without a sound, like entering a land without people!

Thinking about it, it's actually not surprising. He can sneak into the Demon Realm even as a cultivator of transforming spirits. Where can he not go?It's just that the demon king has always appeared on the battlefield openly, and has never sneaked into the human realm secretly, so people will forget that if he wants to sneak into the Lingzhou he longs for, it is easy for him.

Xing Zhao clutched the coat in his hand, pursed his lips and looked at the Demon Lord who suddenly appeared, waiting for his next move.

The two were not far apart, facing each other silently.

Mozun scanned him up and down several times, stopped at his thin waist that was tucked into his trousers, and turned around at the bloody bandage on his shoulders before turning his gaze to his face again. He opened the mouth and said: "You are very good, you are capable and courageous, and you can escape from the devil's palace."

Xing Zhao truthfully said, "That's because you didn't chase after him."

Mozun said in his heart that not only did I not chase, but I followed all the way to the border between humans and demons secretly, it was simply something wrong with my brain.

He snorted coldly, and stated: "You never came to Demon Realm again."

He thought that after Xing Zhao ran away, he would wander into the Demon Realm from time to time as before, but he never thought that this person would never come back after running away, which made the Demon Lord very angry.

Xing Zhao slowly unfolded the jacket in his hand and put it on, and fastened the lace with his slender fingers flexibly, and said in a deep voice, "It's normal for a spy who has shown his signs to step back."

Mozun was silent for a while, walked to the side chair and sat down, with no emotion visible on his always calm face.

His aura is natural, sitting on an ordinary wooden chair in this small hut is no different from sitting on his Demon King's throne, his half-lidded eyelashes look more and more unfathomable.

But at this moment, Xing Zhao knew that what was in this guy's mind was by no means serious world affairs, but some weird thoughts that others could not understand.

He put on his coat, turned around and sat by the bed, waiting for Mozun's next words.

After a long time, Mozun said again: "Since you won't go again, then come with me."

Xing Zhao clenched his fingers on his knees and said coldly, "Impossible."

Mozun raised his eyes, quietly looked at Xing Zhao's tense expression, and said in a flat voice: "Do you think you have a choice?"

Xing Zhao raised his neck slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Unless you kill me."

Mozun frowned, and said with a deep expression: "It is the most stupid behavior to threaten others with your own life. I am born to hate being threatened by others. Do you think I will really not kill you?"

Xing Zhao smiled wryly, and sighed, "No matter how high I think I am, I wouldn't think that I can threaten you. I'm just stating a fact."

Mozun's lip line tightened, and he stood up slowly.

Looking at his expression, Xing Zhao knew that he was really angry, and his face became tense.

Mozun stood there, condescendingly and coldly said: "I will give you one last chance. You and I will go back to the Demon Palace. I will never hurt your life."

Xing Zhao also stood up, and said in a calm voice, "And then you tied him up in the side hall like a dog?"

Mozun suppressed his breath and said: "As long as you don't try to escape again, I promise not to lock you up again."

Xing Zhao smiled lightly and said: "Xing Zhao was born as a human being, he would rather die in the realm of the human race than live in the Demon Realm, you should die of this heart."

Mozun's eyes darkened, his patience finally ran out, and he directly raised his hand to attack!