Inner Demon, She Turns All Beings Upside Down [Honghuang]

There was a momentary surprise in Lingxin.But the next moment, she withdrew her hand with a half-smile.

"Okay, then I won't touch you."

The woman's soft voice was lowered a bit, with a little smile, her bright eyes half-closed, suddenly giving people a feeling of tolerance and pampering.

For a moment, both Tongtian and Yuanshi seemed to be able to feel a little familiarity from Lingxin's expression.

Like who?

Tong Tian was slightly stunned.Yuan Shi pursed his thin lips, pretending that he hadn't said anything just now, and asked Nuwa, "Who is it?"

Nuwa saw that the relationship between them was very deep, but the relationship was not deep, and she would not take the initiative to get involved.As if nothing happened, he gave the answer with a smile,

"Friend Lingxin is right, it is the fifth son of Zulong, Bi An."

After talking, he greeted Lingxin and Zhunti to sit down.

Lingxin had no intention of avoiding taboos, smiled at Nuwa, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the right side of Yuanshi.Zhunti is next to her, and Jieying is next to Zhunti.

At such a close distance, the sour smell on the left side is pungent, which means that Yuan Shi's mood is not as calm as it seems on the surface.

Lingxin knew what he was trying to do awkwardly, but there were so many people here, and with Yuanshi's temperament, it would be counterproductive for her to tease her forcefully.According to what he said, neither near nor far.

Just thinking about how to coax this arrogant Yuqing, the words Zhun mentioned at the side pulled Lingxin's thoughts off course.

"Sister, I heard that the dragon son, Bi An, wanted to integrate the dragon clan after the fall of the ancestor dragon, but he was assassinated within 200 years, and his whereabouts are unknown."

There seemed to be a hint of gloating in Zhunti's speech, probably because he still remembered the matter of Bi An welcoming away his soul back then.

Nuwa nodded and added,

"Now the dragon sons have all disappeared, and the dragon clan is torn apart. On the surface, only some pseudo-dragons with thin blood are still active. The former prehistoric overlord, I don't want to end up in such a state..."

Lingxin couldn't listen to the words that followed.Her mind was all attracted by the news of Qu An.

She couldn't help but wonder, Zu Long trusted Bi An the most, would he give him the rest of the origin of the Dao of Heaven?

Others can't find it, but she can through the inner demon.As long as Bi An is not dead, she can find him.If you can take advantage of the Heavenly Dao's origin in the hands of the three clans for your own use while the Heavenly Dao is closed and sleeping——

Besides her, who else is more suitable to obtain the source of the heavenly dao?

The soul feels its own heartbeat.

But before that, she must first ensure that Heavenly Dao cannot sense her whereabouts.

"Spiritual friends?"

Nuwa's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Tong Tian also asked her, "What are you thinking about?"

Lingxin looked at them, smiled and rolled his eyes, and a cheerful breath overflowed from the corners of his brows and eyes.

"Thinking about my big boy."

"How big is it?"

The voice came from Zhunti, and Yuanshi's eyes turned around, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

The future sage Yuqing stretched his lips, dignified and cold, he looked at her for a few breaths and then turned his eyes away.The breath of emotion is complex, sour and bitter, obscure and unspeakable.Hold on to arrogance and arrogance.

She remembered Lao Tzu's words, "Be more lenient with Yuanshi, and don't provoke Tongtian again."

How can we be tolerant?The soul doesn't know either.

She thought for a while, and casually conjured up a long piece of pink veil and held it in the palm of her hand.Then he got up and said, "I'm still going out."

After that, she stopped talking and stood up.It seems that he unconsciously looked at Tongtian more.

A familiar face, two sword eyebrows flying into the temples, the brows are clear and clear, without any haze, but there is a wanton vigor that another man with the same face does not have.

Don't provoke Tongtian again.

She really shouldn't be provoked.

The girl in pink turned and left, only to see a wisp of pink gauze lightly falling between Yuanshi's legs, with a delicate fragrance...

That's her veil.

She didn't say anything, but the moment the powder gauze was in his hands, countless guesses burst out of his mind.

Yuan Shi held the veil in his palm with his backhand, clasping his knuckles tightly.The flow of blood became faster along with the beating of the heart, but his face was sullen, as if sullen.

"What does she mean?"

Tong Tian next to him raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you think, second brother?"

Zhunti's eyes flickered, he smiled and stretched out his hand,

"I think my sister accidentally left behind, why don't you give it back to me, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi."

"No need." Yuan Shi stood up abruptly, and looked at Zhunti coldly.

The invisible gunpowder filled the air, because of the confrontation between the two of them, no one dared to speak in this area.

"It shouldn't be yours, and you can't get it in vain."

After uttering the cold and sarcastic words, Yuan Shi showed a contemptuous smile at Zhuangti, and rolled the piece of pink gauze into his palm without revealing a single strand.Then he walked out of the hall.

Zhunti looked at Yuanshi expressionlessly, his green eyes were dim, and his teeth were clenched.

As the audience, Nuwa leaned on Fuxi without a trace, sighing secretly that the circle of nobles is really chaotic, and gossip is everywhere.

She really wants to go out and see——

But Fuxi seemed to know what his sister was thinking, and held down her snake's tail that was about to move.He shook his head at Nuwa.

When Yuanshi walked out of the hall, he only saw Laozi, not Lingxin.

"Spiritual fellow Taoist left first." Lao Tzu's voice was calm

Yuan Shi lowered his face, holding the pink gauze fingers so hard that the phalanges turned white.

Zhunti's voice came from behind him, with a smile, it sounded well-behaved but full of malice.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi is right, you can't force it..."

Oh, liar...

The soul has not really gone far.She just couldn't wait to find another side hall to perceive her inner demon avatar.To be more specific, it should be the inner demon avatar/body in Bi An Consciousness Sea.

Compared with the source of heaven, she can temporarily let go of everything else.

The distance between Zixiao Palace and Honghuang was too far, and the spiritual heart could not accurately perceive the location of Bi An, even if it sensed it, it would not be able to go there.Although she can directly manipulate the inner demon avatar in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, but she is now in Zixiao Palace, too close to the way of heaven.

In case Bi An really has the source of the Dao of Heaven in his hands, it makes the Dao of Heaven feel that he has found it.Didn't she make a wedding dress for the enemy?

Because of this, decades passed by in a hurry, and the soul could only vaguely "see" the mixture of dark and light ink and blood, which were strange and bizarre.

Haoda'er's sea of ​​consciousness is broken, and there seems to be a lot of problems in his mood.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he's alive.

Decades later, the spiritual heart in the side hall felt a strange fluctuation.She opened her eyes, and as expected, she saw Hongjun in purple clothes and white hair.

"Friend Hongjun."

Lingxin greeted Hongjun with joy from the heart.

After finally getting rid of Luo Hu's entanglement and returning, Hongjun saw Lingxin's eyes were slightly soft.

But in the next moment, his eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, and he frowned slightly after he figured out what his soul had done while he was away.

Said to Lingxin, "I once told you the meaning of futon."

Lingxin nodded, "Yes."

"Why?"

Although Hongjun was asking her, his attitude was unusually calm.

Lingxin met those sky blue eyes, her vermilion lips were slightly hooked, beautiful and charming.

After being sanctified, she can no longer perceive Hongjun's emotions.But after getting along with the demon realm, she still understands him.A person's nature will not change, even if he becomes a saint, he will not suddenly change his nature.

So Ling was confident, looked at him without panic, smiled, and said in a firm tone,

"Because I know you don't care."

Zixiao Palace preached, or formed an alliance with the Heavenly Dao and became the Dao Patriarch.Neither is what Hongjun wants.

The first sage in the world doesn't care about scenery, fame, and power, but only yearns for the great way.The futon is the calculation of the Dao of Heaven. Maybe Hongjun has to do it because of the Dao of Heaven, but he himself doesn't care about the result and the process.

The conversation with Hongjun before Tiandao retreat can confirm his attitude.Hongjun said at that time that he would do as agreed, but he would not guarantee if it would work or not.Heaven has already chosen him, so what can he do to him in a short time?

Lingxin guessed right.Hongjun really didn't care.He didn't care if charging her for a seat fee damaged the futon and damaged the reputation of Daozu.

But there is one thing he cares about...

She doesn't believe him.

The indifferent coldness in Hongjun's eyes gathered little by little, diluting the soft light, and there was no wave of silence.

He heard the voice of the soul again.

"You don't care about them, I know that."

"Then do you care about me?"

The girl took his hand, put it on her cheek, and asked him with tender anticipation,

"Hongjun, please pay attention to me, okay?"

Who cares, her?

The cold image of distrust suddenly became warm.

Hongjun's eyes flickered for a moment, then returned to normal, just said lightly,

"I promised you that I will keep you safe."

This is a promise in his heart, even if the soul in the past didn't know it, he still has to fulfill it.

"But that's not enough."

The girl pouted coquettishly, and bit his finger as if to vent her anger.

She didn't bite hard, and Hongjun didn't feel any pain, only a little bit surprised.

She used to be a little afraid of him.But now that he is a saint, she doesn't seem to be afraid at all.This change does not come from the improvement of strength, so another option——

Who spoiled her like this?

Maybe it's because these years have been too calm and uneventful, her unscrupulous appearance towards him is like waves on the lake, which really makes him feel happy.

"He's already eyeing me, how can you protect me? If you also become a part of Him, let's talk together..."

She seemed to be worried about him.lips caressing his fingers

, This seemed to be an unconscious move, and he let go after discovering it.

A hazy light grazed the heartstrings.He felt lost, but remained calm, his azure eyes were indifferent and cold.

The spiritual heart clarified and asked, "Is it still Hongjun after joining the Tao?"

When he was in the Demon Realm, because of the deliberately arranged script, she was like charcoal in the snow to him.But after coming out, it became the icing on the cake.

Especially after beheading the three corpses and sanctifying him, he has his own detachment.

He may have some liking for her, but that kind of feeling is not particularly strong.Just shallow, lingering like a wisp of mist.When I see her, my heart will be soft, but I will not force anything.He just regarded it as his duty to keep her safe.

But she couldn't surpass himself, and his heart for Taoism.She should know this, so she has never trusted him so much.Not even as intimate and seductive as Sanqing.Never seduced him.

what about now?How dare she again?

"How do you want me to help you?"

Hongjun asked quietly.His figure was like that of a banished immortal, and there was a little softness in his indifferent eyes.

It's like the little bit of pity the sun gives to dark creatures.He still has his own trajectory, and may stay for a while.The light shines on her body, but it will not change for her.

Will treat her wholeheartedly, there is only one person.

Lingxin looked at Daozu's face, fingertips running through the silver-like white hair.

Hongjun looks similar to the incarnation of Tiandao.No, it should be that the incarnation of Tiandao was born somewhat similar to Hongjun.After all, He was born under the influence of Hongjun, and got a self.Similarity is also normal.

Hongjun didn't respond, as if he didn't understand the meaning of her actions.

Lingxin smiled, and said to Hongjun as if talking to himself, "I don't think Fellow Daoist cares, so I will use the fastest way."

She took his hand again and touched her face.The tingling sensation came, she muttered in her mouth,

"It's not enough...offended."

After finishing speaking, Hongjun didn't even understand her first move, but Lingxin took his hand around her waist, and suddenly lowered her head to kiss his lips...

Those sky-blue pupils shrank suddenly, before she could savor it carefully, she stopped.Without hesitating, he turned over, pointed to the gray shadow of heaven that suddenly appeared behind him, and said,

"I'm leaving Zixiao Palace, can you stop him for me?"

Hongjun looked at the gray shadow, what she did was just to draw out the gray shadow of the Dao of Heaven?

With whom did she reach such a level before that, leading to the way of heaven?Hongjun doesn't know, and won't ask.

He was silent for a moment, and said the only answer, "Okay."

In the deep sea, there is a glimmer of light in the dark seabed black hole.

The quality of a pearl as big as a fist is not very good. If it was in the past, Bi An would not have looked at it more.But now that was his only light.

The beads exude a milky white shimmer, and the places that cannot be illuminated are deep and shallow, indistinct black.

Bi An, the noble ancestor dragon bloodline, who would have thought that one day he would hide in the darkness like this, accompanied by the damp breath.

Rotten flesh and blood are constantly reorganizing.Relying on his powerful blood, he constantly experienced the process of healing and breaking.He was half dead, like he was between life and death, and he didn't know how long he would be able to hold on.

Half asleep, half awake, in the murky pain, Bi An vaguely heard a familiar female voice,

"What a big boy, why did you make yourself so ugly, it really hurts my little mother—"

How is it possible for her?

Bi An closed his eyes and gasped for breath, feeling that the flesh and blood were being disappeared continuously.But it became more and more like a dream.