Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3874 The villains who want to get rid of me fall in love with me (23)

  The last orange was eaten happily.

Chu Zhouzhi lowered his eyes and wiped his hands carefully, his white fingertips were filled with a light orange, he stared at it for two seconds, suddenly turned his face to look at dye white, and then stretched out his hand to press the girl's eyebrows without warning, and laughed Saying aloud, scornful: "The next day, I will learn how to draw flowers for you."

  The girl’s eyebrows were clear and ink, leaving a faint mark at the moment, a little more vivid outside the coldness, she frowned and then raised her hand blankly and wiped it off, and said with a cold face: "No need."

  The road to Xijiang was calm, without any waves, nothing happened on the road, just a few more tails.

   Chu Zhouzhi was going to drive people, but he was stopped by the white, so it didn't matter at all.

  The journey went from prosperous to barren, a few days later, when it was about to reach Xijiang, Chu Zhouzhi asked Yun Xi to park the carriage on the mountain, then got out of the carriage, and walked up the mountain with Ranbai.

  The mountain road is uninhabited and overgrown with weeds. From a distance, the thin mist envelops the forest, making the line of sight a bit blurred.

  There was no sound in the mountains, nor was there any sound of birds or birds, it was so quiet that it was weird.

"This old man loves to engage in these gadgets." Chu Zhou snorted, his tone was a little disgusting, his ice blue gown was pierced with coldness, and it lined his fair skin, and his long hair was tied with silver silk thread, clear and dusty. The voice is clear and lazy: "Follow me, don't lose it."

Ran Bai glanced at the person leading the way. The blue icy silk dazzled in the mountains, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, and the back was also lonely, only the tone of voice was slightly sloppy. She looked around her eyes thoughtfully. , Did not speak.

  Shortly after the carriage was abandoned under the mountain, three people came hurriedly.

  Feng Youyou looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing from the field of vision, and while catching up, said, “This is the border of Western Xinjiang. They should be here to find Heisha.”

As he said, Feng Youyou sneered: "I'm afraid it's here to heal the throat, I am afraid that Yan Bai will be disappointed. The black evil doctor will not cure the fire, and he has never saved anyone in his life. How can an exception be made. There is no magic doctor valley, Yan Bai My voice won't get better at all."

  Liang Junshang heard this and couldn't help frowning.

  He abolished Yanbai’s voice at the beginning, because he was afraid that Yanbai would kill innocent people with his voice, and he never thought of turning her into a waste.

  If her voice can be better...

  Liang Junshang was silent for a moment,

  Will you blame her less.

   But Jueyinge killed his parents, so what right does Yanbai have to blame him.

  Why should he show mercy to Yanbai's men?

  Liang Junshang took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and chased up with Feng Youyou, fifteen taciturn, like a shadow accompanied by Feng Youyou, the red rope between his wrists was lined with a fair complexion.

  Walking into the deep forest, the fog is everywhere.

  This turned out to be the formation of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. The Qimen Dunjia technique is the most mysterious. Those who do not understand this way stray into the formation and are easily trapped in it.

"fifteen!"

   "Brother Junsang!"

  Feng Youyou's pupils tightened, and her expression was a little panic. She never expected that when she turned her head, she couldn't see the two people. It seemed that she was the only one left on the vast open mountain, and there was an echo from the sky.

  "Xiao Jiu." Chu Zhou yelled, but he didn't get a response, his eyes were slightly cold, and he turned around to see only Yun Xi, not dyeing white.

  Yun Xi's face was weird, "In the blink of an eye, I disappeared on the ninth day."

   Chu Zhou stopped smiling completely, his eyes were cold and gloomy, and he looked straight into the distance.

  At this moment,

  Ranbai appeared alone on the other side of the mountain forest, surrounded by tall trees, lush and lush, surrounded by white fog, only a few feet in front of him could be clearly seen, and a little further away, he would be vaguely hidden in the fog.

  She tossed an ordinary stone with her finger, stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly threw the stone lightly, and threw it at a certain place, which seemed to be an understatement, and the scene she was in changed again.

  This Qimen Dunjia is really interesting.

  The sound of the wind came, and a black figure suddenly appeared in front of Ran Bai!

  When the young man appeared here, he was taken aback for a moment, and he quickly remained vigilant. At the same time, he saw the figure in white clothes leaning against the tree, cold and snowy, with deep eyes, and he couldn't see his face clearly when he was wearing a mask.

  Dyeing white curls up the corners of the lips, the smile is faint, not reaching the bottom of the eyes.

  The atmosphere stalemate for two seconds, Fifteen stared at her coldly, and suddenly there was a movement, the sword in his hand came out of its scabbard, and he came to Yunbai without hesitation! This sword didn't carry much killing intent, just wanted to pick out the white-colored mask.

  Dyeing white does not avoid and flash, the moment the long sword pierced, the silver light hit the bottom of the eye, when the fallen leaves fell silently, the **** caught the blade, the strength was not light or heavy.

  The fifteen swordsmans turned over and quickly fought with Ranbai.

Dyeing white does not shy away from anything, and took out the soul chaser flute with one hand, the blue color was shining, and the sword front was flashing away countless times. The flute sounded as low as rain, echoing in the mountains and forests. Like mortals.

  The young man in black clothes, the moment he saw the soul chasing flute in Yan Bai's hand, his eyes were cold and almost frozen, his sword aura heavier.

  It's a pity that the two didn't play anything, but first attracted the poison that lurked in the dark!

  Looking at it, there were dense black spiders crawling towards them!

  The rustling sound from the climb from all directions makes the scalp numb.

   "What the **** did you do!" Fifteen gritted his teeth and had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​picking up the mask and changed hands to deal with the poison.

   first appeared here inexplicably, and then encountered such a disgusting thing, the young man was a little angry, and worried that Feng Youyou would be in danger alone.

Ran Bai didn't answer the boy's question at all, her eyes were cold and cold, and she stepped back while playing a flute, step by step. At Fifteen, she found that there was no poison at all near Yun Bai, and all the spiders were attacking him and biting tightly. Ya, jumped and rushed in the direction of whitening.

  "Did you bring it?" he asked in a deep voice.

  Ranbai glanced at him, her eyes faintly mocking, but deep in the cold pool was cold and silent.

  If you step back, you will be unable to retreat. If you take a few steps, you will reach the edge of the cliff, covered with gravel, and when you look down, it is covered in white mist, and you can't see the depth, which makes people dizzy.

  The boy and Ranbai retreated to the edge of the cliff together.

  Those poisons were obviously afraid of the white-stained flute. They didn't dare to approach easily, but they were not completely afraid. As they had no way out, the poisons approached quickly as if consciously!

The young man took a deep breath and squeezed the sword in his hand. His slender fingers burst with blue veins, his dark eyes were cold and firm, and he was ready to do it, but suddenly he heard a very soft, dumb laughter, as if he was in a trance. His illusion.

"……what."

  He laughed without a trace, and the voice was very weak.

  The unwavering gaze of the young man reflected the figure in white clothes like snow, holding a chasing flute, and jumped down the cliff without hesitation! When he fell on his back, he opened his arms, as if welcoming a sacred unknown ceremony, the sound of the wind blew his hair, his white clothes were like falling butterflies, his eyes were thick and inkless, and his eyes were as cold as a ghost valley!

  (End of this chapter)