Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

Looking at the face that was close at hand, Su Yuan's heart beat more and more violently, as if he could hear his own heartbeat clearly in his ears.

The hand he was holding on to Li Li's collar became more and more forceful, and some things became clearer and clearer.

His eyes drooped slightly, his breath was a little messy, he slowly let go of his hand, and gently embraced Qi Li.

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When I first set foot in the Tianjun Palace, it was undeniable that Tianjun's palace was much more majestic than the mountains of other gods.

The gorgeous palace is paved with white jade stone steps. Jun Qinghan raised his eyes to look at the palace in front of him. He came here hundreds of years ago when he was seriously injured and brought here.

He didn't even really see what it looked like here, this was the first time he looked at everything in front of him seriously.

What he didn't expect was that he saw a viburnum tree planted in a corner of the palace.

The viburnum flowers were in full bloom and dropped petals all over the ground, Jun Qinghan was a little dazed.

"This viburnum was transplanted from your mountain, I didn't expect it to bloom very prosperously here."

When Jun Qinghan turned around, he saw Tianjun wearing a smoky gray robe, looking very clean, with a jade crown tied into his hair.

The smile on his face was still the same as before, Jun Qinghan slightly lowered his eyes, there was no emotion on his face, and he didn't want to talk to him.

"When you and I met, we planted this viburnum with our own hands."

Jun Qing laughed coldly, "Heavenly Lord came to me, it's still business."

However, Tianjun walked slowly to Jun Qinghan's side, chuckled and raised his hand to grab his wrist, leading him to the Qionghua tree.

Smiling and pointing to another small tree beside the tree, his eyes were full of soft smiles.

"I didn't expect to transplant this tree and grow a small tree."

Jun Qinghan looked down at Tianjun's hand, frowned, and then suddenly shook off his hand.

Looking at Tianjun with cold eyes, "I have long forgotten what happened ten thousand years ago."

Tianjun froze for a moment, glanced at the hand that was thrown away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded away.

His gaze also slowly turned cold, before he could speak.

Jun Qinghan raised his hand, and the long sword in his hand appeared in front of his eyes with a cold light. He held the hilt of the sword, raised his hand suddenly, and the cold light flashed across.

The Qionghua tree in front of him was split in two, and he slowly put away his long sword, his posture was still handsome, and his scenery was as bright as the moon.

Joan's petals rustled all over the ground, covering his hair and shoulders.

Jun Qinghan didn't even blink his eyes, put away his long sword and turned around, the breeze brushed his black hair, and the Qionghua petals falling on his body fell down.

The Qionghua tree fell to the ground, and even the small tree beside the tree was cut off. Tianjun frowned and his face became very ugly.

Jun Qinghan was still cold, as if his pampering was only shown to Qi Zexi, and he was still cold and ruthless to others.

For hundreds of years, Tianjun has indeed been taking care of this tree seriously. For some reason, he has kept this tree for a hundred years.

I didn't expect to bring Jun Qinghan to see it, but he was slashed by a sword without hesitation.

"You..." After so many years of being exiled by the Demon Race, no one has ever dared to disobey him like this face to face.

His face was gloomy and ugly, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing wildly.

Jun Qinghan's eyes were cold, "I'm afraid Tianjun has forgotten that, ten thousand years ago, we lost our friendship."

"Uh..." Tianjun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled helplessly, "Yes, Qinghan Qinghan, your heart is like made of ice, no matter how warm it is, it's useless."

"I haven't had a fever for ten thousand years, and I'm tired."

Dazed, I always think of it, as if thousands of years ago, Jun Qinghan also looked like this, dressed in white clothes spotless, clean as if a light appeared in front of his eyes.

Just like now, he raised his hand and beheaded a ten-thousand-year monster to save his life.

At that time, he never thought that he would have such a cold and hard appearance, and get along with him for tens of thousands of years, it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he had never seen him show his face a few times.

It's just Qi Zexi who can soften his heart in just a few years?

If you say you don't hate it?How could he not hate it, especially when he saw the ambiguous red mark on Jun Qinghan's neck with his own eyes, he never hated it so much for a moment.

He hated the demons, hated Qi Zexi, and hated him too.

He stepped forward quickly, and Jun Qinghan saw him raise his hand, took a step back, and drew a beautiful sword flower with the long sword in his hand, directly hitting Tianjun's heart.

"If Tianjun comes to me, just tell me something."

Tianjun looked down at the long sword in his hand, and slowly evoked a smile.

Yes, hundreds of years ago, he stabbed Qi Zexi into the body with this long sword.

"Shenjun Qinghan, since he is the Godly Lord of my God Realm, naturally he should not have any connection with the Demon Race."

While speaking, he raised his hand, and lightly touched the long sword in Jun Qinghan's hand with his fingertips.

"Tianjun is a bit lenient."

Jun Qinghan frowned, what are the demons in his hands?With force in his hand, the long sword went straight to Tianjun's heart.

However, what he didn't expect was that the sword pierced through the air, and the phantom in front of him disappeared, Jun Qinghan frowned.

Then he suddenly felt that his wrist was being held, and he immediately turned around, the cold light of the long sword in his hand flashed across, and Tianjun dodged to avoid it.

The sword energy surged and filled the ground with Qionghua flying, Jun Qinghan formed a seal in his hand, and the long sword hanging in the air gradually turned into thousands of phantoms.

Surrounded by fierce sword energy, he went towards Tianjun. Seeing Tianjun raised his hand and formed a seal in his hand, he immediately spread a shield around him to block his eyes.

The sword light falling on the shield stirred up sparks.

Seeing this movement, Shenbing immediately wanted to step forward, and Tianjun glanced sideways to signal them not to move.

Jun Qinghan's black hair fluttered in his robes, his body turned around, he held the long sword, and slashed at Tianjun, the sword light pierced the shield.

Tianjun struggled to resist, and after taking a few steps back, a long sword appeared in his hand, and the blade was glowing with a faint golden light.

He sneered, and looked at Shangjun Qinghan, "Qinghan, why do you and I face each other with swords?"

Jun Qinghan didn't speak, and turned around again. The figures of the two were so fast that they could only see afterimages in the eyes of others.

The sword light flashed across, and the spiritual power surged. Seeing that half of the outside of the hall had been destroyed, no one else dared to step forward.

Jun Qinghan took a few steps back, forming seals in his hands, and the fallen Qionghua gradually rose up, and then every petal turned into a sharp sword light and went towards Tianjun;

Tianjun turned to dodge, and drew out sword flowers with the long sword in his hand. After the petals were shot down, they turned into little powder and disappeared.

Jun Qinghan's long sword hangs by his side, his eyes are cold.

Tianjun's skill is indeed profound, even if he attacks with all his strength, he is still able to handle it with ease.

Jun Qinghan's fingers trembled slightly, and he did it directly before the return of the Yuanshen was completely stable.

And the long sword in Tianjun's hand disappeared in front of his eyes, and he stood opposite Jun Qinghan with his hands behind his back, with a calm demeanor.

"Qinghan, you are not my opponent."

Jun Qinghan pursed his lips and did not speak. Indeed, in the past hundreds of years, Tianjun's skill has improved again, and there is no one in the sky who can be his opponent.

"You don't have to be so vigilant. I have no malice in bringing you back this time. Since you and Qi Zexi have long since severed ties, you should naturally return to the God Realm."

"Should I sever ties with him?" Jun Qinghan's lips slowly curled into a smile, full of sarcasm.