[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

In the dark room, only the middle of the room is lit with a dim yellow light, and the candlelight slowly shakes its figure.

The top sign of the Jin Family Ancestral Hall suddenly flickered, then fell to pieces and fell to the ground as a pile of abandoned wood residue.

The guard disciple looked at the suddenly shattered wooden sign in a daze, and after regaining his senses, he hurriedly ran to report to the Patriarch.

After all, the standing signs stored in that place are often the elders of the clan, and a broken wooden sign is equivalent to the death of a person.

Never come back.

"Patriarch! The old Patriarch's sign is broken!"

A panicked and eager voice came from far away, but the Jin family was not ordinary people after all, and they heard every word clearly. The middle-aged man who was drinking tea directly crushed the cup in his hand.

"What? You said that father's signboard is broken!" Jin Shanghuai was a little emotional, and hurried to the ancestral hall, and he saw a pile of wood residue on the ground.

He suddenly exuded an oppressive aura all over his body, as low as a heavy cauldron crushing people to the ground, the disciples who rushed over were crushed to the ground one after another, and their knees hit the ground hard.

Jin Shanghuai was full of thoughts, and the pain in his eyes was undisguised.

Although his father suffered internal injuries many years ago, he carried a lot of magic weapons prepared by him. Few people would dare to oppose his Jin family, but someone unexpectedly killed the old head of the Jin family without knowing his life!

He reached out his hand and took out a strange dried flower from the ring, with dark edges and a faint fragrance.

Jin Shang Huai Chao beckoned to his disciples to let them come over. His resolute face was flushed with red eyes, and his voice was full of sadness and hatred: "My father also has such a flower on his body. Go and bring back the old Patriarch's body. If you find a suspicious person nearby, bring him back to me!"

The disciple who was stopped didn't dare to be negligent, and took the dried flowers carefully, and several figures disappeared quickly.

At this moment, a young girl was supported and walked in through the door, breathing slightly in her chest.

Her pretty face has a long-lasting paleness, a pair of almond-shaped eyes are exquisite and energetic, and her lips are as red as rouge. Looking at her, she just wants to be kissed by others. She is an uncommon beauty.

"Father, I heard someone say that grandfather's brand is broken!" Jin Baijie's voice was as soft as an oriole, with a hint of pain and guilt.

The granddaughter Jin Baijie was the old Patriarch's favorite during his lifetime. He forcibly spoiled her into a little girl, who would obey everything, especially her sickly appearance.

One day Jin Baijie heard in a book that the inner alchemy of the Nine-Tailed Fox could be used as medicine, and that the energy and longevity were stored in the inner alchemy, so she begged her grandfather to find it for her, making a lot of noise.

After all, her sick body would not last long, and she dared to do anything for her health.

However, her grandfather promised in the morning, but the sign was broken in the afternoon, and she inevitably felt a little guilty.

Jin Shanghuai was in so much pain at this time that he didn't realize what was wrong with her. His daughter was born prematurely and her bones were weak. Only now did he realize that she had grown into a big girl, as slim and beautiful as her mother.

"Jie'er, don't worry, father will definitely find the person who harmed grandfather!" There was pity in his eyes, as if he was missing that ancient person.

"Ah!" Shi Xia sneezed while washing his body in the back mountain spring water.

The three thousand blue silks were attached to the back obediently, and the water flowed down the jade-like skin.

The round drops of water slid along the collarbone to his waist and disappeared into the water, and the red water flow slowly disintegrated from around him, as if he couldn't bear to get his hands on this beautiful scenery.

"Hiss, it's worthy of being called Bingquan." He shook the water stains on his fingertips, the cold water temperature slowly eroded his whole body, from the initial patience to the gradual numbness, Tokia has quickly adapted to this temperature.

He lowered his eyes and leaned against the shore, letting the water wash over him, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, as if luring a butterfly to fall slightly.

The Jin family is not someone to wait for. He killed the old man and there must be something going on there.

As an auspicious beast, he could clearly hear voices hundreds of miles away, including of course a small piece of inconspicuous clothes hanging from a banyan tree not far away and his undisguised gaze.

Very good, without asking him to look for it, he took the initiative to deliver it to the door.

He calmly stood up from the current, and stretched out his arms to pick up a red coat on the shore.

The exposed skin is like white snow, rubbing against the too bright red to create a kind of charm, especially the exposed legs and bare feet, it is like a forbidden place to lead people into the abyss.

Song Chenyun, who had been hiding in the tree for a while, squinted his eyes to watch this scene, tapped the mask on his face with his fingers, and had to say that he had met a peerless beauty.

The beauty wrapped in red is switching between charming and cold. The originally tacky and unmanageable color does not stand out on this person. It is like a natural charm. No matter how hard you try to pretend to be indifferent, you can't stop it from radiating from your bones. charming.

"Nine tails, I didn't expect to find a little fox in such a humble place." Song Chenyun's voice was deep and magnetic, and the half of his face exposed outside the mask was enough to see the magnificence and sharp lines of the whole face And the messy open collar added a bit of wildness to him.

The prototype of Tokatsu's body was revealed at a glance.

The appearance of this little fox is obviously not deep, and it should have sneaked out behind his elders' backs, otherwise how could he be so stupid as to wash his body in such a wide lake during the day.

Song Chenyun didn't complain, but he was also inexplicably happy, but he naturally attributed this feeling to finding a satisfactory pastime.

Although he only needs to wave his hand, there are a lot of monsters and subordinates in the Demon Realm to give to all kinds of beauties, but he is not interested in this kind of upside-down, and it is rare to find a toy that suits him.

But he has a righteous shell!What could be more comforting than watching him step into a trap he has woven step by step.

Butterflies wrapped around his dead bones, sucking the nectar-like bone marrow, and the wildly growing rhizomes pierced into his eye sockets, slowly blooming a flower as bright as fire. Those slender arms were polished into hairpins and inserted on his head. There should be no better quality than him.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Song Chenyun's mouth, and he licked the corner of his mouth like an aftertaste.

Everyone knows that the demon king of Demon Realm is very unscrupulous, and he is always romantic and carnivorous. There are many beauties of all colors in and out of the palace all day long, both men and women.

The prostitution all day long and the night Xiaoge spread to the outside world were also regarded as the protagonists of the picture book, which also attracted a group of idiots who complained about women.

As everyone knows, this flamboyant Mozun is still a fledgling, but no one would believe it if he said it.

Of course, in addition to the fierce reputation of these Demon Lords, it was even the massacre of Baimen that night, which successfully overturned his appearance in the eyes of the world.

Blood flowed for ten miles, and the sects that had spoken rudely to him were wiped out overnight.

The Demon Lord sat on a tree in black clothes and watched Mars indifferently, the silver mask on his face was slightly reddened by the reflection.

Yi Jue was flying, and the sword in his hand was slowly dripping blood, telling the outcome of this duel.

Also because of this battle, there are many more people who are in awe and obsessed with the Demon Lord.

And the picture book has also changed from being vulgar and glamorous at the beginning to all kinds of struggles with the righteous way, and even a storyteller from a restaurant is spitting about his "heroic appearance" being ruined by a group of juniors.

As a result, the gang of juniors were slaughtered the next day and became homeless dogs. They knew who did it by moving their toes. The storyteller, who was a little bit shy, gained courage, and different versions are still circulating in the world.

It's just that after this incident, Zhengdao took precautions against that nasty Demon Lord and never appeared again, but played them like monkeys.

No one knows the name of the Demon Lord, only that he is a disappearing Demon Cultivator.