[Zhongxiangu] Double swords are the devil

? Murong Ziying's injury is not serious.It's just that Nightmare is a monster after all, although its level is not high, it will eventually be damaged if it exists in the body for a long time.

Although Murong Ziying and Hongyu have some experience in dealing with monsters, they still need to use them from time to time.After all, whether it is this world or another world, demons rarely haunt the world.

"...She?!" Murong Ziying looked at the figure in red who was leaving lightly, and waves suddenly appeared in her usually calm eyes.

Murong Ziying didn't know the red-clothed black nightshade, so she didn't know why the other party only took one look at her and left angrily.Although she didn't say a word, she didn't make a move, but the hostility all over her body has already shown that the red nightshade is by no means a kind and harmless person, and what she exudes towards Murong Ziying is definitely not kind.

And the same sword spirit—even though today's nightshade is not a complete sword spirit, Hongyu can feel the threat of red nightshade more than others.

But, "Master..." Yanli's sword spirit called softly, but she didn't know how to comfort her.Hongyu doesn't know about the past that belongs to Murong Ziying and Solanum nigrum—even Murong Ziying doesn't know, so how can she know.

It's just that the younger sister in blue is so close to Ziyin.Since they are one body and two spirits, why is there such a diametrical difference?

"Why are you angry?" The dark red eyes reflected the figure of the other party, and Xuan Xiao's brows were slightly furrowed by the person in front of him.

Xuan Xiao knew that, whether angry or sad, happy or sad, all the emotions of the red nightshade were only for Xiaokui—except for herself, the person in this world who would and would not and would not want Xiaokui to be sad was the other party.

Ouyang Shaogong's previous provocations were nothing but a joke in front of his sincerity.

The red-clothed nightshade left the ground and volleyed in the air, glanced at Xuan Xiao, full of anger, but the victory was that he didn't utter any bad words after all.This can be regarded as her reluctant recognition of Xuan Xiao - at least compared to Jing Tian, ​​she only has that idiot in her heart at present.

What happened in the colorless vortex, the nightshade does not know the red color, but she knows it.

"Hmph! Who told me I was angry?!" After drifting aimlessly all the way, the red nightshade gritted its teeth and snorted from its nose, saying something. "The useless ice cube face has always been so useless!"

"It's just a devil's bastard, who was injured and vomited blood in front of that idiot!"

"And that idiot! What's there to see! You can't die anyway!"

"It's really useless." Xuan Xiao nodded and nodded, which was rare to respond to the words of the red nightshade.

Willow eyebrows raised lightly, red lips curled up, red nightshade's upper body leaned slightly, with one hand on hips and the other lightly pointed at Xuan Xiao. "Hee - shameless, you are worse than that ice face now~" Although the tone was slightly teasing, it was obviously intimate.

"How do you know that I will lose without a fight?" The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, sharp as a knife.Xuan Xiao asked again: "Then what did Murong Ziying do?!"

Looking back now, Murong Ziying's name never appeared in the mouth of Red Nightshade.He regards nightshade as the most important red nightshade, and has never taken the search for Murong Ziying to heart!

Murong Ziying is not the other insignificant people in the mouth of Solanum nigrum, but a person who is similar to Brother Solanum Kui!

How could such a person leave no trace in the heart of the red nightshade?And to obliterate such traces, what kind of weight is needed to do it!Inevitably, it is related to nightshade!

"Ask! What is there to ask!" Hearing Xuan Xiao's questioning, the red nightshade's face suddenly sank, showing impatience.The red wide sleeves are swaying, like the fire in March, gorgeous and heroic. "It's just that the person disappeared and left without telling that idiot. What's there to ask!"

Seeing this, Xuan Xiao didn't believe what the red nightshade said, and stared at the red nightshade with suspicion in his eyes.

"You, you, what kind of eyes do you have! I don't need to lie to you, you idiot! I don't even think about who is covering the crybaby. If that ice face bullies the crybaby, I don't care about him Who is it! You are the same! Don’t think that your skill has increased so~ a little~" Red Solanum nigrum is good at drawing, very disdainful. "I have plenty of means to teach you a lesson. This girl has not spent so many years in the ghost world for nothing!"

At this moment, the red-clothed black nightshade was normal again, as if nothing had happened.It is always so relentless to dislike people.

Xuan Xiao glanced at her indifferently, and there was a flash of light in his dark red eyes.

"Do you have the answer to what you want to know?" Xuan Xiao was never a person who pursued the truth, he only wanted one conclusion.

Today's Solanum nigrum doesn't remember what happened when the other half appeared, but will it always be like this?Xuan Xiao would not bet on such a possibility.

Anyway, he didn't like Murong Ziying, more or less didn't matter.

Hearing this, the nightshade in red got a bad expression again, but this time it was awkward and gloomy.One hand waved randomly in the air, as if wanting to punch someone.The tone of his mouth changed a little: "Not only do I know, that idiot also thought of it. But I think I thought of it, but I don't know everything yet."

The red nightshade lazily glanced at Xuan Xiao, and continued casually and indifferently: "That bastard in Chonglou is not using Huihun Xianmeng, even though he is a demon king, I don't expect him to, nor is he from the demon race The blood returns to the soul, but the magic of time and space... Although people and things are the same, but you can't just say that it is my past. I don't know what happened when Chonglou sent her here. The magic sword—gone."

So when Solanum nigrum changed the trajectory of some things, the heavenly dao of that world didn't do anything immediately.It wasn't until things deviated too much, and even the trajectory of some "major events" were changed, and Solanum nigrum happened to bring Ouyang Shaogong and Qianyu who didn't belong to that world, that Tiandao began to take measures.But... the red-clothed nightshade can feel the vague connection between her body and that world, and she knows that she will definitely go back again, no matter whether it is voluntary or involuntary!

The red lips were slightly raised, and the red nightshade smiled maliciously.Since she already knew, how could she still follow the meaning of that bastard Tiandao?She didn't want to jump on that broken stove again!

Besides, the Sedum in Xuan Xiao's time and space is not her brother Tian!

At least one sentence of the unkind person was right, there would not be two crybabys in this world—and of course there would not be two Longyangs.Now she is a little thankful that she didn't meet his soul and reincarnation in the ghost world.

The only trouble is that she has no friendship with Chonglou in that world, so she doesn't know how to inquire about the magic sword in that world...

Hey - almost forgot, maybe it's not that troublesome~

Xuan Xiao looked at the red-clothed nightshade with a changeable expression, and felt a touch of helplessness and uncontrollable sadness in his heart.

The nightshade in red always comes and goes freely. Her existence protects the nightshade from being easily hurt, but it also prevents those who love nightshade from monopolizing it completely.

Red-clothed nightshade is not nightshade, one body and two spirits are two completely different people.

Xuan Xiao doesn't care that the current self is not the most important thing in Solanum Solanum's heart, because he is confident that Solanum Solanum will one day care about him because he is Xuan Xiao, and he will care more about him than anyone else, just like him.But—the red-clothed nightshade is a variable beyond this self-confidence.

One, one...

Xuan Xiao gently embraced the girl in blue clothes and blue hair again, without saying a word. ?