Immortal Venerable who cultivates ruthless Tao is pregnant with my cub

"I'll have a chance to learn from each other in the future."

The black narrow-sleeved gown, with gold thread embroidered patterns on the cuffs, without a fur collar today, is a little less daunting and depressing, but more youthful.

What catches the eye is the pair of light brown pupils with a smile.

Seeing that it was him who came, Pu Huaijin turned around and wanted to go back to the hall to close the door, but Pei Muzhi stopped him first.

He looked at the person from the beginning to the end, and couldn't help saying with satisfaction: "Indeed, this pure white suits you best."

Although Pu Huaijin's expression was still icy, she obediently put on her clothes.

Pei Muzhi suddenly approached, and Pu Huaijin wanted to back away uncomfortably, but he held the back of his head with his other hand, and he heard the other party whisper in his ear: "Last night, I found that your place was bulging again, so I thought about giving it to you." You make a looser dress, how does it feel, but still fit?"

Although the voice was low, Daitong, who was closer to the two, could still hear it clearly, and turned her head away in embarrassment, pretending that she didn't hear anything.

Pu Huaijin pursed her lips, and stretched out her hand to push him away, but out of the corner of her eye, she happened to catch a glimpse of someone walking slowly towards this side.

Dai Tong also saw the person coming, and reminded: "My lord, Mr. Le Xian has arrived."

Pei Muzhi was finally willing to let go, and said casually, "Come?"

The music strings walked to the side of the two of them, nodding their heads in a salute: "Your seat, Immortal Venerable."

Pu Huaijin hadn't seen Yue Xian for a few days since leaving the Devil's Pool, and only heard rumors about him from the demon cultivator underneath, saying that he had become Pei Muzhi's new favorite, and how beautiful he was.

Just listening to it casually, Pu Huaijin never took it to heart, but seeing it today, the rumor does not seem to be false.

After Dai Tong saw that Yue Xian was wearing it, she was also a little embarrassed.

It seems to be an appointment in advance, the clothes worn by Yue Xian today are almost exactly the same as those worn by Pu Huaijin, they are all white with wide sleeves, loose and elegant, but the materials and styles are slightly different, if you don't distinguish them carefully, you will definitely think they are two People wear the same clothes.

I don't know if it's her own illusion, but Daitong always feels that the dress and aesthetic preferences of this Mr. Yuexian seem to be more and more similar to the Huaqing Immortal Venerable, so the underworld demon cultivator looked at it, and thought that the master was just like this, "Beipu Nanle" is actually no different.

Pu Huaijin's expression was indifferent, and he didn't say much.

When he was in Xianmen, Yue Xian liked to wear long shirts with narrow sleeves, but he had never seen him wear wide sleeves.

However, Pu Huaijin doesn't like wide sleeves either, she just feels that swinging a sword is a bit obstructive and troublesome, so she also likes to wear narrow sleeves with half-flared arms, and her girdles are never short, so she always looks dignified, daunting.

But these days there have been some changes in his body shape, so he has to wear looser clothes, with silk sash instead of girdle, so as to cover it a little.

Le Xian raised his eyes to look at Pu Huaijin, with a surprised expression on his face, and then wondered: "I didn't expect it to be so unfortunate that I bumped into the clothes of the immortal, can you two wait for a while, Le Xian goes to change clothes, and then Come."

These words made Pei Muzhi raise his eyebrows.

It seems he still doesn't have a long memory.

"No need, it's just clothes, no one can't wear them." Pu Huaijin stopped him.

Pei Muzhi nodded: "Okay, let's go."

"Yes." The strings responded lightly, and then followed.

Pu Huaijin glanced at the two of them indifferently, didn't say much, but inadvertently distanced herself from Pei Muzhi.

Seeing the backs of the three leaving, Daitong was at a loss for words.

If the lord wants to take Xianjun out to relax, he can just take it alone, and what's the matter with calling Mr. Yuexian to go together.

Besides, although he was once the peak master of Luoyin Peak of Xianmen, he was also a gift from the ghost king.

In the eyes of other realms, the three worlds of demons, demons, and ghosts are the same raccoons colluding with each other. Two dead ahead of themselves.

Especially Weiyan, who is submissive on the surface, taciturn, and has a lot of petty tricks behind the scenes, but he is still afraid of Pei Muzhi, and only dares to try furtively. He was so angry that he almost didn't continue to sit in the ghost king's position, and then he calmed down a bit.

Now the music strings are sent to Shenzhu Palace, and they are called to relieve boredom for the immortal king. According to Daitong, there is no relief, but a lot of trouble.

"Master, it's the master's turn to be on duty at the Mingyue Tower today, are you going?"

Daitong's Moxiu whispered a reminder.

She just remembered that according to the previous, it should belong to Qing Lan today, but he was punished by the Lord for being rude a few days ago and got hurt a little. Although they are not flesh and blood, no one is so delicate, but some The injury still needs to be healed for a while, so she can only take care of it first. After Qinglan recovers in a few days, it won't be too late to find him to make up for it.

"Let's go."

The magic market is indeed as Daitong said, very lively.

Lanterns are everywhere, dotted with magic flames of various colors, creating an illusory fog.Pedestrians flocked to and fro on the street, and the stalls placed on both sides displayed different gadgets, each of which was new, and all of them were unprecedented in other worlds.

It is no different from the Human World Bazaar, and there is something new about it.

If I have to say that there are, it is that the street is wandering, and the vendors beside the stalls are all demons. Some of them have been cultivated into human form, and some are just a black gas, wearing clothes and cloaks, looking like human beings. In this way, when you walk in, you will find that it is just a group of demons with two red lights glowing from the eyes, which is really scary at first glance.

Pu Huaijin also went to the human world occasionally, but she was busy with tasks and had no time to hang out. After completing the purpose of this trip, she left quickly.

This was the first time he simply visited the market.

As soon as the three of them appeared in the magic city, everyone's gazes converged on them at the same time.

It's really because the looks of the three of them are too eye-catching.

It is not easy for demons to cultivate human form, and most of them are born with ugly faces, and it is even more difficult to transform into handsome looks. Among them, Pei Muzhi recognized him at a glance. After all, he was admired by all and regarded as a demon god. Outside, it is this appearance that confuses all living beings.

Before the first battle, the rumors that the Huaqing Immortal of the Thirteen Continents had become a prisoner of the Demon God had spread throughout the Six Realms, and everyone in the Demon Realm knew it.

The words "Huaqing Xianzun" are frightening in the devil world, but now everyone is more curious about what this high-ranking Xianzun looks like.

But looking at it now, there are two white-clothed immortals beside Zunzuo, both of them are cold and handsome, and they can't tell which one is Huaqing Xianzun for a while.

"I heard that the magic city is very lively, but now I see it is true." Music string complimented.

Pei Muzhi glanced sideways, and replied, "It seems that you have heard a lot."

Yue Xian smiled and nodded: "In addition, Yue Xian also knows a thing or two about many customs in the devil world. If the honorable seat wants to come in the future, Yue Xian is willing to accompany you."

"No need," Pei Muzhi scoffed lightly, "I don't like being followed when I go out."

The street was already noisy, and the two of them were talking to each other next to Pu Huaijin, which made him a little irritable. Just when Pei Muzhi said this, Pu Huaijin followed suit and said, "It's just right, I'm used to walking alone, so let's separate." let's go."

"no!"

Pei Mu refused straight away, and leaned closer to Pu Huaijin: "Only you can't do it. I don't feel at ease if you are not under my nose for a moment."

Endless.

Pu Huaijin glanced at the person beside her lightly, and stopped talking.

Along the way, people kept looking at them, Pu Huaijin ignored them all, but Pei Muzhi enjoyed this feeling very much.

It's like the famous flower Tanhua that I have carefully watered and carefully cultivated. I occasionally bring it out for others to watch from a distance. Looking at their envious eyes, I feel proud. .

Passing by a small stall, Pu Huaijin's pace slowed down.

Such a subtlety was also noticed by Pei Muzhi. He turned his head and saw that the stalls were all accessories hanging from weapons.

Pei Muzhi tied Pu Huaijin's hand, and stopped in front of the stall: "Like it?"

Pu Huaijin was noncommittal.

Although he didn't answer, Pei Muzhi already knew clearly: "Then let's have a look."

The stalls are filled with pendants of all kinds, from thorn strips tied to the handle of a mace, to diamond rings hung from the back of a broadsword, made of tundra wolf tusks and made into chains.

The string of tassels with white thread in the corner caught Pu Huaijin's attention, he picked it up gently with his hand, and looked at it carefully.

Most of the weapons used by the demon cultivators of the demon race are relatively rough, and the pendants they wear are more or less majestic, so this string of tassels has been almost ignored by no one since it was placed.

The workmanship is simple, twisted with silver thread, and the few shark beads embedded in it are not the most expensive ones, and the weight is just right in the hand.

Pei Muzhi glanced at the sword tassel in his hand, and said with a smile: "You don't have spiritual power now, and you won't be able to use the sword for a long time. Why, do you want to buy it as a gift to me?"

Pu Huaijin directly ignored his self-indulgence.

"This thing is a delicate stumble," said Pei Muzhi, but Pei Muzhi picked up a bunch of similar-looking black sword tassels next to him, and weighed them in his hand: "But I happen to be missing a bunch."

I've never heard of him having a sword.

Pu Huaijin casually asked, "Where did you buy it?"

Pei Muzhi replied lazily: "I have a sword called 'God Falling'."

Hearing the word "God's Fall", Pu Huaijin's expression froze.

As famous as Yuanchen, Wenhong, and Junhan, the ancient divine sword belongs to the lineage of the Xihai Dragon Clan. After being defeated in the battle with the Demon Clan a hundred years ago, it left the West Sea and disappeared without a trace. It is impossible to know whether it is alive or dead.

Now it is said that the Fallen God Sword is in the hands of the Demon God.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Pu Huaijin remained calm and pretended to ask casually, "Why have you never seen you wielding a sword?"

Pei Muzhi sneered, and said disdainfully: "If you can fight with two fists, why draw your sword?"

The frivolity of the words and the arrogance of the tone.

Since the fall of the Demon Lord decades ago, Pei Muzhi ascended to the throne and commanded the Demon Realm. He was called the Demon God. It was rumored that he was violent and vicious. Although he had never seen him show his strength, the sects of the Immortal Sect did not take it lightly and always be careful. Cautiously observed the situation beyond the ground, but Pei Muzhi remained indifferent. When everyone put down their guard, he joined forces with the two worlds of demons and ghosts to catch the six sects of the immortal sect by surprise.

Pu Huaijin responded, and said calmly: "I'll have a chance to compete with each other in the future."

Usually, no matter what he said, he always looked cold and reluctant. This was the first time he offered an invitation to himself.

Pei Muzhi stretched out his hand to hold Pu Huaijin's waist, squeezed it lightly, and leaned close to his ear, with a low voice: "You are precious now, why am I willing to draw my sword against you?"

Pu Huaijin only felt that the place swept by the tip of his nose began to heat up and become scorching hot. This kind of inexplicable feeling had never happened before.

It was a rare day today. Hearing him take the initiative to talk to him, Pei Muzhi suddenly felt happy, and took out a black crystal bead from his bosom and put it on the table: "I want these two strings of sword tassels."

The stall owner was a middle-aged witch who thought she had transformed into a human being, and she was flattered to see the honored seat visit her stall. He actually exchanged two ordinary tassels with a black crystal bead.

The witch hurriedly shook her hands: "Your Majesty, it's not worth it..."

"Since Immortal Venerable likes it, then it's worth it."

After Pei Muzhi finished speaking, he was about to leave with his arms around his shoulders, but something caught Pu Huaijin's clothes.

He lowered his head and saw that it was a small ball that hadn't yet taken shape. Its face was completely black, and there were only two red spots of light acting as eyes. Its small arms and legs were pulling Pu Huaijin's clothes.