Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

Although Feng Yang looked silly, he didn't shake Ji Xingyun's desire to continue pretending.

It's just that it is inevitable to have a little compassion for such a silly child.

His expression softened, and he wanted to reply that you have admitted the wrong person.

But afraid of being heard, he could only shake his head bluntly, and then pointed to his throat, indicating that he was dumb and could not speak.

Feng Yang's reaction was great, he took a big half step back, and began to bow down to apologize again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... I don't know."

Ji Xingyun pursed the corners of his lips helplessly.

At this time, another group of demon cultivators hurrying along the street came.

They had dignified expressions and sharp eyes, they didn't let anyone on the street pass by, and they focused on checking the young people very carefully.

In order to control the targets that meet the standards in advance, they even used magic weapons.

Pedestrians who didn't understand the situation were suddenly restricted in their movements, paled in fright, and let out a short and rapid scream from their throats, but their bodies froze in place. They could only watch helplessly as someone took out a portrait and compared it carefully with him for a long time. Frowning tightly, let him go.

The unreasonable turmoil made everyone suspicious. Panic spread from the street to the end of the street. Everyone looked very flustered and whispered.

Some people with a guilty conscience rely on force, roll their eyes a few times, and want to escape from weak defenses. As soon as he uses his spiritual power to rise into the air, he is grabbed by his arm and pressed to the ground.

The extremely tall Moxiu stared at this ordinary face, inspected from the forehead to the chin, and swept from the temples to the side of the face. He did not find any traces of sex, nor did he notice any spiritual power to change the face. Signs of bone orientation.

He curled his lips in disappointment, his eyes full of fierceness.

Since it wasn't that person, he ran around like a monkey, which made him happy for nothing.

The hand that was only controlling the other party suddenly exerted a thousand catties of gravity, and pressed hard on the acupuncture points on the joints.

The man who was pressed to the ground by him like a dead dog then wailed in pain.

He had a ferocious face, tears streaming down his face, obviously suffering unbearable pain for ordinary people, he couldn't even utter the words to beg for mercy, he could only let out bursts of tragic cries.

"Everyone present, stay where you are and don't move!"

Under the blessing of spiritual power, the thick voice was like a thunderbolt, stirring in everyone's hearts.

Those with a slightly lower cultivation base couldn't bear the coercion, and knelt on the ground tremblingly.

"Otherwise, this is the end!"

Bright blood bloomed in mid-air, splashing parabolically onto the dirty ground, walls, and even onto the faces of the people next to them.

The man's arm was crushed into pieces by him!

Even the people in the Demon Realm, who are used to seeing bloody scenes, couldn't help but exclaim.

They whispered to each other.

"What happened? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Someone gasped: "Hiss, the attack is so fucking ruthless, this person will definitely be disabled in the future and won't run away."

"He's still alive and well, it's God's favor to meet the demon king and have a life under his command."

"Ah, I retract my preface."

As soon as Hu Er's demon cultivator finished speaking, the man who had lost his arm had already lost his life, and he could not rest in peace.

Gao Da Moxiu let go of his limp corpse, stepped across the bloody and broken flesh in disgust, took out a white handkerchief and wiped his palms nervously.

He was pushing so hard that it looked like he wanted to wipe the flesh off.

He stood still in a clean place, his sharp gaze like a hunting dog scanning back and forth among the rioting crowd.

However, he did not find anyone suspicious on this street as he had hoped.

Thinking of the anger hidden under the calm appearance of the Lord, the tall and strong Moxiu couldn't help but trembled, and the color of fear flashed in his eyes.

In the Twelve Cities of the Demon Realm, no one dares to underestimate Xie Zhiwei.

450 years ago, he broke into the temple alone, and with only an unsharp sword, he beheaded the most powerful combat force in the Demon Realm—the Twelve Guardians.

Unscathed.

Even his clothes were not stained with blood, so strong that he looked like a monster.

At that time, the demon king was at the peak of the tribulation period, and the two fought fiercely for three days and three nights, the clouds and waves were shattered, the situation changed, and it was unknown whose sword energy split a steep mountain in half. The [-]-meter-long rift valley still exists, and the icy sword intent is rampant in it, and there are a few spiritual riots from time to time, and even a weed within a hundred miles cannot adapt to the environment there.

The former Mozun underestimated the enemy too much, and he died of arrogance.

This Demon Lord...has almost no weaknesses.

The corpses of the challengers were piled higher than the hill, but no one could get close to Xie Zhiwei's body.

Xie Zhiwei never did anything horrific during his tenure, nor did he demand excessively from the people to pay tribute and taxes.

Compared with the murderous nature of the previous lord, his temperament seems to be much gentler and calmer, and sometimes he gives people the illusion of being easy to talk to.

However, the people who followed Xie Zhiwei were very afraid of him. It was a deep-rooted fear that could not be weakened, let alone dissipated.

As long as Xie Zhi lowered his gaze slightly, they would tremble involuntarily, with layers of fine cold sweat oozing from their backs, crawling at the feet of the Demon Lord like a dog, begging for life without dignity.

Because I understand, I am timid.

Because I have seen with my own eyes how Xie Zhiwei walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, how he broke the soul tortured by the betrayer, and finally couldn't even fight together.

The body of the traitor was suspended by the pure spiritual power, with his last breath remaining, and he was beaten to death after hundreds of days of inhuman torment.

You can't really live, you can't die.

Even if they dare not have the idea of ​​betraying the Lord, they will always be in fear, lest they will step into the footsteps of their predecessors in the next moment.

Gao Da Moxiu recovered from the memories.

He settled down and searched again.

The bloodstains on the ground were eye-catching, and Ji Xingyun frowned slightly.

The effect of killing chickens and monkeys was very good. The restless crowd who were still pushing and pushing became calm in a blink of an eye.

Moxiu, it's normal to have a rebellious mentality.

After comparing their strengths, they found that they were far apart. They stood still obediently, but did not close their mouths.

However, they still considered face for the searchers, even if they were talking, they tried to lower their volume as much as possible.

"Hey, I heard that, but I just heard that there is no intention of arranging Lord Mozun. This time, the posture is so big, to find someone, who seems to be very important to the Lord."

Someone sneered and said with a sneer: "Your news is outdated a long time ago. When I was on East Street, I was dragged by several groups of people to look at the portrait and asked if they had seen the person in the painting."

"In the middle of last month, Lord Mozun held a person in his arms, and walked towards the temple after crossing several streets. Well, a friend of mine told me that the Lord was very different that day. "

"Perhaps, the person in Sir's arms that day is the person they are looking for at this moment."

"I've lived for hundreds of years, when have I ever seen such a mobilizing scene..."

"Hmm... Do you think it will be..."

"I dare not say..."

"I also……"

A rough voice sounded: "Then why don't you dare to say it? Don't you mean that Mr. Mozun's daughter-in-law ran away?"

"..."

"Hey, why don't you say anything, is it because I want to split?"

Ji Xingyun: "..."

It's really far from the original score, and it's far from the original score.

The more you talk, the more you go astray, and it's completely different from the truth, okay?

Ji Xingyun wanted to refute, but was unable to open his mouth.

Originally, he was nervous because of the sudden search, but now he was speechless.

The gossip level of people in the Demon Realm is no less than that of ordinary people in the market, and their strength is comparable to that of street aunts.

If it is passed on, it will probably become Lord Mozun's runaway little wife.