Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

The sun is approaching, and the sky is covered with a layer of blue light.

"Whoa-"

Zhong Ying kicked open the door of the dungeon, stepped into the cell, his gaze was as cold as a blade, and his consciousness shrouded the dungeon, not letting go of every corner.

Jun Buyi followed closely behind and stepped into it: "The restraint is intact, there is no sign of the prison door being opened, and there is no strange aura, and there is no new scar on Gu Guanguan's body... Ah Li didn't find anything wrong either... "

"You mean, Gu Guanguan died of exhaustion of strength?"

Jun Buyi took a step forward: "It is true that he died of exhaustion."

There was a fierce light in Zhong Ying's eyes: "There must be something weird!"

"Indeed!" Jun Buyi nodded, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and pondered, "You still remember what he said when we came to see Gu Guanguan earlier."

Jun Buyi repeated slowly: "He said: If you come a few days late, I won't have the energy to talk to you."

Zhong Ying narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.

Since Gu Guanguan would say such a thing, it means that he can last for a while.

When Zhong Ying saw him, although his breath was weak, he could talk and laugh.

So what happened while they were away?

Zhong Ying couldn't help thinking of a name - Xuehui Shenjun.

First of all, although Ah Li is strong, he is not as good as the Lord of the Abyss when he was at his peak, and if the god can defeat the Lord of the Abyss head-on, he probably has a way to hide it from Ah Li's eyes and perception.

Secondly, Gu Guanguan admitted that his power was losing, and the reason was the god.

Now that he has fallen due to the loss of power, is it not the gods who did it?

Who believes it? !

Jun Buyi tugged on Zhong Ying's wrist, Zhong Ying came back to his senses instantly, and ordered his subordinates: "Give me an order to block the city of ten thousand demons immediately, and search for any suspicious people."

The subordinates take orders.

With Shenjun's ability, even if Bai Li and the others found any traces, they couldn't do anything against Shenjun, so Zhong Ying planned to search for it himself.

He shook his sleeves and left, and when he stepped out of the cell door, he thought of something, and his footsteps stopped.

Zhong Ying turned his head, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the air.

Little stars gather and dance in Zhong Ying's palm.

This is Feng Yuejun's soul.

With his unrelated strength, his spirit should not be weak, and he can easily take away other people's bodies, or be reincarnated.

But the soul light cluster in Zhong Ying's palm is weaker than ordinary people, it seems that not only the strength of the body has been taken away, but most of the soul has also been cut off.

... Back then, the gods gave enough to care about nothing, but now they take back something, completely.

Zhong Ying snorted coldly, and slapped the soul light ball with his palm.

The light cluster was scattered by the tyrannical force and completely disappeared into the air.

After Zhong Ying killed Gu Guanguan's soul, he jumped onto the roof, with him as the center, the soul spread in all directions, covering the entire city of ten thousand demons in the blink of an eye.

Generally speaking, as long as Zhong Ying thinks, it is impossible for demons whose cultivation base is lower than Zhong Ying to be aware of Zhong Ying's spirit, but Zhong Ying forgot to hide his breath in anger, and the pressure like an abyss like a mountain suddenly crushed him. Pressing down, it instantly alarmed all the demons in the city of ten thousand demons.

The demon in his sleep was so shocked that he vomited blood, and lay down on the bed with a terrified expression.

"His grandma's! What happened?"

"It's fighting again? Why didn't anyone notify me?"

"...No! This seems to be the breath of the Demon Lord?"

"Heaven—which bastard offended the Demon Lord?"

"..."

Zhong Ying clenched his fists and frowned, his consciousness swept every corner.

Not here, not here, not anywhere...

where is it?

Where--

Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, Zhong Ying "saw" the third uncle flying low along the row upon row of palaces. During this time, the third uncle had been looking for the so-called fellow clansmen, Zhong Ying was used to it and didn't take it to heart.

Just as he was about to find another place, he saw Jun Buyi standing in front of the third uncle.

Jun Buyi said warmly, "Third Uncle, are you still looking for a fellow clan?"

Chang Cang responded, and Chang Cang, who had recovered his real body, had a huge body, and his voice was like thunder, "I just smelled the breath of my family again."

Zhong Ying thought to himself that the third uncle was really not ordinary obsessed with the same clan, so he listened to Jun Buyi repeating word by word: "Just now I smelled the breath of the same clan?"

"Ah."

Jun Buyi tilted his head, and stared at Zhong Ying with his condensed phoenix eyes.

Zhong Ying was startled suddenly.

In the next moment, Jun Buyi held Zhong Ying's hand, and Zhong Ying withdrew his consciousness at the same time, and the two headed in the same direction and left through the air.

During this period of time, Bai Li almost turned over the entire Jiuyou Palace several times, but there were a few places that Bai Li didn't dare to turn over.

One is Zhong Ying's bedroom, and the other is Su Youfu's bedroom.

Zhong Ying had ordered Bai Li not to approach her bedroom.

And Bai Li knew that the ghost had been secretly guarding Su Youfu, and knew that Zhong Ying valued his cousin very much, so naturally he would not turn over the girl's boudoir.

Although the gods are powerful, Zhong Ying has absolute confidence in himself and Jun Buyi, and no one can hide from their eyes, including the gods.

Therefore, there will be absolutely no problem with their bedroom!

Then sister...

Su Youfu's recent actions flashed in Zhong Ying's mind.

Su Youfu has only wandered around the kitchen and bedroom recently, and he is not as enthusiastic about ghosts as before. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it. After all, a person's enthusiasm will dissipate with the passage of time and being rejected again and again.

However, what Zhong Ying thinks now is wrong!

A crack opened in the void, Zhong Ying stepped out of the chaos, pushed open the door with a slap, and rushed into it.

If it was before, Zhong Ying would never do this, because Su Youfu is not only his relative, but also a girl, but now he can't care about so much.

And in the bedroom...

No one is empty.

Zhong Ying clenched his fists.

He had scanned the entire Wanmo City with his spiritual sense just now, and Auntie was not in the Wanmo City.

In other words, someone took Sister away...

who's that person?

Zhong Ying's expression became more and more icy, and his ruddy lips turned slightly white.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the disappearance of the golden lotus of his elder sister's merits in his previous life.Although there was no accident in this life, and the meritorious golden lotus did not disappear, but it was inexplicably weakened a lot, otherwise the black snake lineage would not have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Third Uncle, come and take a look, does this bedroom have the aura of your clan?" Jun Buyi stood at the threshold, turned his head and called out.

The bedroom couldn't accommodate the huge body of the real dragon, Changcang turned into the size of a long snake, fluttered his small wings, and flew around the room.

I got into the box for a while, rolled a few times on the gauze tent for a while, and didn't even let it go limp...

Zhong Ying looked at the embroidered silk handkerchief on his third uncle's head, flying and flying, and flew to the dressing table of the girl's house. He looked left and right at himself in the bronze mirror, as if he saw something new.

Zhong Ying: "..."

He didn't expect the third uncle to be so interested in the things of the girl's house. It's really hard for the third uncle to let the third uncle sleep around Xianfeng, or sleep on the palace pavilion.

"Found it!" Chang Cang said affirmatively to the mirror, and then slapped his tail on the bronze mirror.

boom--

The mirror shattered with a crash, and a wisp of green smoke slowly rose.

In this wisp of green smoke, Zhong Ying felt a strange yet familiar breath.

The green smoke dissipated, and the young man's voice blew past Zhong Ying's ears like the wind.

—— "I took this little girl away, and I will take good care of her, don't read."

The voice was very strange, and the tone was soft and smiling, but it was strangely familiar.

In the mirror world of living beings, Zhong Ying had been with Shenjun Xuehui for five or six years, and he guessed who the owner of the voice was almost instantly.

Zhong Ying almost cursed.

take good care of?

Take care of a ghost!

Don't worry if people are with him!

"Dragon breath, Fengyue Lord, Shenjun, Senior Sister..." Unexpectedly, the voice as cold as ice and snow on the top of the mountain came to Zhong Ying's ears, "If Fengyue Lord did not deceive us, Shenjun's new body should be a dragon clan. Always by my sister's side."

Zhong Ying sneered: "It's more than that! During this period of time, he still eats and lives in my house, and my elder sister takes care of him personally... What a beautiful him!"

"...Under normal circumstances, the gods will keep their promises, so you don't have to worry too much."

"Before he massacred the tens of thousands of disciples of the Tai Yi School, he also put in all his heart and soul. When he killed people, he didn't hesitate at all."

"..."

You don't mean to be speechless.

Seeing Zhong Ying's angry appearance, Jun Buyi changed the subject: "Third Uncle, can you find Shenjun and Senior Sister Su by the breath in the room?"

Chang Cang lay on Zhong Ying's shoulder and licked his little nephew's cheek: "I'll try."

Zhong Ying took a deep breath: "Third Uncle, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Among the mountains and fields, the vegetation is messy and the stream is gurgling.

A young boy is pulling a girl along the water.

The young boy was only eleven or twelve years old, dressed cleanly and elegantly, his silver hair like a galaxy was tied up by golden brocade, and hung down his waist.

His right hand was completely wrapped in gauze, and his intact left hand was holding the girl's wrist through the sleeve.

The girl was older, looking about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a hairpin of candied haws stuck obliquely in her black and thick bun.

Su Youfu glanced at the eerie and strange magic wood forest, then at the red stream, and held the young boy's hand instead: "Xuexue, shall we go back?"

She is guarded by luck, and she can often save herself from danger. Su Youfu is not afraid of taking risks, otherwise she would not have escaped to the Demon Realm alone.

But she can't take care of the people around her.

"Why?" Shen Jun stopped and turned around to ask.

"There's something weird here." Su Youfu looked at his right arm with some distress, and found bright red blood oozing from the white gauze, "Your hand can't be delayed any longer."

"Weird?" Shenjun glanced around, with a smile on his lips, "It's very safe here."

Because of this sentence, the ferocious magic wood and the bloodthirsty monsters hiding in the stream were terrified and all pretended to be dead.

Shenjun patiently added: "My hand is fine for the time being, and someone will come to pick us up soon."

Su Youfu didn't think that Xuexue, who had just broken her shell, would know anyone: "But..."

Shenjun pointed to the front and said with a smile: "This is coming."

Su Youfu raised his head and saw a dozen or so people, including men and women, human race and demon race, with powerful auras, and they looked extremely extraordinary.Su Youfu didn't know any of them, but he vaguely felt familiar.

Because of the arrival of this group of people, Su Youfu felt a little uneasy.

And those people bowed their heads and saluted in front of her eyes, extremely respectful.

Su Youfu couldn't help but widen his almond eyes.

Shenjun pulled her forward, but Su Youfu didn't move. He looked serious and raised his voice: "Xuexue, let's go back!"

Luo Ling narrowed his eyes: "Let go..."

Shenjun raised his hand to his lips and made a silent gesture, Luo Ling's voice was choked in his throat.

Su Youfu bit his lower lip and lowered his voice: "I haven't said goodbye to them yet, they will be worried."

The gods lowered their eyes in thought.

When Luo Ling and others were unexpected, Shenjun nodded, like an elder facing a beloved junior, he was extremely tolerant: "Okay."