Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

Behind the Fuhua Hall of Huanqi Palace, several people's voices came.

Yang Linger: "Senior Brother Meng, don't be sad, there are still a few days left, after Yun Yanzong checks, maybe it turns out to be a misunderstanding, and Senior Brother Lin will be released."

"But they insisted that my junior brother has magic power, so I don't believe it is magic power. It must be the evil sword of the evil sect that passed the magic energy to junior brother, causing him to be misunderstood by others!"

"I think so too. How could a gentle person like Senior Brother Lin have anything to do with the demons..."

Just as he was talking, Yu Sheng came in through the backyard door, and Meng Xiangyang jumped off the stone stool immediately: "Master! You are back!"

Yu Sheng's face was cold, and he walked straight through the courtyard and went into the hall. Meng Xiangyang waved to Yang Ling'er, and chased into the hall: "Master!"

Yu Sheng turned his head back, with a cold light in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Junior Brother, he..." Meng Xiangyang paused, seeing Yu Sheng's cold expression, and suddenly remembered what he had heard about the situation in the Zong, when his family members found some senior monks in the Zong through their relationship.

His young master was originally one of the best genius disciples in the cultivation world, but there was a jewel on his head, which made him seem less eye-catching, and now that jewel has become a frightening figure. Mozun.

The senior brother who got along day and night became a demon king, and the apprentice he taught himself was also related to the demon clan. The master must be very sad...

Meng Xiangyang settled down: "Master, I can assure you that the younger brother was wronged."

Yu Sheng didn't speak, just walked into the dark hall, found a place to sit down, picked up the letter in hand and read it.

Meng Xiangyang opened his mouth and chased after him: "Master!"

Yu Sheng leaned lazily on the chair without looking at him: "How do you guarantee it?"

"I..." Meng Xiangyang thought for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and whispered, "There is one thing that I didn't dare to say that day..."

"Actually, after I went to the ghost beast that day, I couldn't ask the ghost master to help."

Yu Sheng paused, raised his eyes from the darkness, and looked at Meng Xiangyang calmly.

Meng Xiangyang licked his chapped lips, and looked at him nervously: "I'm not lying!"

"go on."

"The ghost master didn't want to make a move, saying that he didn't care about human affairs. When I got excited, I quarreled with him. Then the ghost master found two thugs to kill me. I thought I was there, but my junior brother Appeared suddenly and took the knife for me...Master, have you ever thought that Junior Brother might not be human?"

Yu Sheng looked at him and didn't speak.

Meng Xiangyang said anxiously: "I didn't mean to scold him, I said everything was true, I saw the other day, the golden light was shining on the junior brother's body, as if possessed by something. The black energy dissipated, just like, like a big Luo Jinxian!"

"Da Luo Jinxian..." Yu Sheng muttered something in a low voice, then suddenly smiled.

"Master! What I said is true! You hurry up and save Junior Brother!"

Someone knocked lightly on the door of the hall, and a gray-clothed disciple walked in, murmured a few words in Yu Sheng's ear, which faintly passed into Meng Xiangyang's ear, his expression changed immediately, and he knelt on the ground with a thump: "Master!"

Yu Sheng waved away the gray-clothed disciple, and let out a breath slowly, as if he was very tired: "Since he has admitted that he is a demon, there is no room for redemption."

"But master, junior brother can't be a demon! He, he..." Meng Xiangyang's hands scratched the carpet, scratching the carpet layer by layer.

Yu Sheng continued: "If he is a Daluo Jinxian, how could he be detained by mortals? Go down."

"Master..."

"Go back." Yu Sheng put down the letter, a glint of prestige flashed in his eyes.

Meng Xiangyang reluctantly left, and another black-clothed disciple appeared from the back of the hall, and knelt down in front of Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes, as if trying to suppress something.

"Master."

"You don't need to call the head." Yu Sheng opened his eyes and regained his composure: "Has the message been delivered?"

The black-clothed disciple lowered his head: "I handed it over, it's just..."

"The news came back from there, saying that the Demon Lord, who left alone, had returned to Moshou Palace a few days ago, and everything in the Demon Race is calm now."

"What?" Yu Sheng frowned deeply.

"How... I know."

The black-clothed disciple disappeared into the hall, Yu Sheng stood up abruptly, went out through the corner door, walked around to the back hall and pushed open the door of Xi Feiluan's room.

There was an uninhabited air-conditioning in the room.

Yu Sheng stood in the house, looking at the tidy room.

The people who live here seem to have carefully cleaned up the house before leaving, and everything inside has returned to the original position. Yu Sheng's eyes fell on the wooden cabinet by the door, where there were still some messy gadgets, but the last There were more packages on the top floor, so he walked over, took it off, and opened the brand new oiled paper package, inside were candied melons exuding a faint aroma of maltose.

The newly bought Tanggua looks much sweeter than the melted one, and even the moist luster is attractive.

Have you already made plans to leave...

So why leave another pack of this?

Yu Sheng was a little confused, but he rewrapped the oiled paper. After thinking about it, he put the oiled paper back in its original place, as if he had never been there before.

Two days later, Yun Yanzong handed over the time and place of the execution to Huanqi Palace.

According to the news, Lin Fugui, a disciple of Huanqi Palace, has already confessed that he is a secret agent of the demon clan who has sneaked into the cultivation world, but he still refuses to say how much news he has heard in the cultivation world during this time, and his relationship with the magic sword Raksha. To be on the safe side, Yun Yanzong will abolish this disciple's magic power as a punishment at noon on the [-]th, and then return it to Huanqi Palace for custody, and invite Huanqi Palace to come to supervise it.

Huanqi Palace received the news, the first elder who was acting as the head of the sect ordered the second elder to go, and the others stayed in the sect.

On the first day Yu Sheng was withdrawn from the position of head, the news spread throughout Huanqi Palace. The Great Elder strictly ordered him to close the door and think about his mistakes and not to go out. Seeing the situation, all the disciples were in panic all day long, but Yu Sheng didn't say anything. I don't know what to do in the temple.

Meng Xiangyang was going crazy.

These days, he begged the elders, teachers and uncles one by one, but nobody paid any attention to him. His uncle Meng Chaoxing scolded him, saying that the evidence has been proved, and he can't make up lies for the friendship of the same family. use.

Meng Xiangyang didn't understand. Everything he said was true, so why didn't anyone want to believe him?

After such a delay, it was delayed until the execution was about to be executed.

Yun Yanzong.

There is still an hour before noon.

On the snow-white execution ground, hangs a thin figure.

Xi Feiluan half-kneeled on the ground, his hands were hoisted high by chains that added restraints, pulling his entire upper body hanging. His clothes were still the white clothes he was wearing at the beginning that Huanqi Palace distributed to his disciples, and they were already extremely dirty. He bowed his head and knelt there quietly, as if he was dead.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached. The person who came was Wen Chengxian, the patriarch of Yunyan Sect. He walked up to Xi Feiluan and looked at him for a while: "The execution will be executed in a while. Do you have anything to say?"

Xi Feiluan remained motionless.

"If you tell the whole story about the stolen information before the execution, the punishment will be avoided. You should think about it carefully."

He was still motionless, whether he was dizzy or something.

"The people from Huanqi Palace should be here in a while. I heard that you have a good relationship with that disciple named Meng. It's a pity that he probably won't come."

After Wen Chengxian finished speaking, he sighed slowly, and turned to leave, but he suddenly had a reaction.

Xi Feiluan raised his head, his eyes were so calm that he didn't look like someone about to go to the execution ground, his voice was very soft: "Who will come?"

"I heard...it's the second elder of Huanqi Palace."

Xi Feiluan paused, nodded slowly, then lowered his head again.

"Are you really unwilling to tell what you know?" Wen Chengxian said with his hands behind his back, "I won't lie to you, after all, our Yunyan Sect doesn't have much grievances with the Demon Race, you are only a teenager, and you still have a chance Come back from the fork."

Xi Feiluan shook his head and said softly, "I'm not a teenager."

"then you……"

Xi Feiluan answered the wrong question: "I am a demon."

"But I haven't hurt anyone, and I don't want to hurt anyone..."

"Then why do you want to practice magic skills?"

The iron chain rattled, Xi Feiluan raised his eyes and looked at Wen Chengxian with clear eyes: "Because...it should be like this."

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