Zhou Xuanlan bit into small pieces of candy, curled her thin lips, and the sweetness flowed from her teeth to her heart.

He stared at the person in front of him, his mind moved slightly. The main body, who had been separated by 100,800 miles, noticed it and reacted, and leaned closer to the Shenliuji, with a little smile on his voice, "Disciple also wants to sweeten Master."

The sinking sound: "?"

Could it be that I have to buy a candy person for him?

The clone's eyes fell on the corners of his red lips, the Adam's apple rolled, and his heart was beating almost popping out. I don't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at him on the street, let alone he didn't show his intentions, so how could he kiss his master in public without being justified?

But the main body...

While hesitating, Zhou Xuanlan's eyes flashed, and his face suddenly approached the sinking sound. He vomited his breath and tweaked his red lips, and he was about to kiss him.

A loud shout came from the front: "What are you doing behind?"

Zhou Xuanlan paused, Shen Liuji turned his head, and saw Xu Xingchen who was stopping in front of him, shouting and asking them to follow quickly.

Looking at the handsome face that was close to him, Chen Liuxiang raised his hand and pressed his forehead, pushed it back, and then touched his cheek, "What's wrong, is there something on my face?"

Zhou Xuanlan: “…”

His slightly gloomy eyes fell on Xu Xingchen. Xu Xingchen had no idea about this. The news of the weird pill was settled and he felt refreshed. When he returned to Juanyun Pavilion, he greeted Jin Xiaojiu, "Give me some good tea."

Xu Xingchen pushed open the door, entered the room and closed the window, released his spiritual sense and swept it. He turned around and forgot the name of the person coming to the Sword Sect for a moment. He glanced at the sound of the sound of the sound of the water, and his eyebrows moved suggestively.

Shen Liuxiang looked at Ye Bingran. He hadn't looked closely before, but now he looked at him so hard that he was very busy.

Ye Bingran's robe was stained with a lot of dust, his jade crown was tied with long hair loose, and his eyes were covered with blood. It seemed that he had been on the road and had never rested.

The sinking sounded the opening: "Why don't you rest first."

Ye Bingran shook his head, took out a pill recipe from the storage bag, and handed it over: "What you want."

He explained: "This is left by Master Lan's alchemy back then. Master asked me to hand it over to you. Although the pill refined according to this pill recipe can change the aura of the demon clan, it is still imperfect, and it is easy to lose its effect and will cause damage to cultivation."

Chen Liuxiang took it and glanced at him again: "Did you come here specifically for the disciples of the Sword Sect?"

Ye Bingran lightly tapped his jaw. Not long ago, the Sword Sect and his group disappeared in the demon world. Before the accident, they sent a small piece of news back, and were ambushed by the demon clan. The other party was prepared.

The Sword Sect sent someone to investigate and found some clues. It happened that the sinking sound of the bird of letters arrived. Lan Xiaosheng asked Ye Bingran to bring the alchemy to Qilin City. When he arrived, he saw the figure of the disciple of the Sword Sect in the suburbs. He was about to take action. He touched the formation below and was entangled by a few wisps of flames and almost pulled into the abyss.

Thinking of this, Ye Bingran pointed to the person on the table with his finger and said, "I haven't thanked you yet."

Zhou Xuanlan moran: "I'm just testing the power of the formation."

Those disciples and those responsible for escorting disappeared under his nose, without any fluctuations of spiritual power, and the formation patterns did not appear. If it were caused by the magic array, this formation would be of great significance.

After giving the elixir recipe, Ye Bingran stopped talking, and did not even drink a sip of tea. He stood up and said, "I have something else to do, I'll leave before."

Chen Liuxiang knew that he was worried about the disciples in the sect, so he didn't persuade him. He took out something from the storage bag and threw it away, "Qilin City Map."

Ye Bingran raised his hand to catch it: "Thank you."

He looked at the sound of the sinking sound, and the coldness in his eyes unknowingly dissipated. The figure who should have left paused, hesitated on his face, and asked a little abruptly: "Has Master Ling ever contacted you?"

Chen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows: "There have been correspondence, why?"

Ye Bingran held the map with his slender fingers, and squeezed it tightly when he heard it, and wanted to say something, "Although there is a difference between closeness and alienation, I said this as if I were sow discord, but..."

He paused slightly and said, "You have to be careful with him."

After saying that, Ye Bingran frowned when he saw the sound of the sinking sound, and his eyes drooped lightly, and his clear eyes showed a little helplessness.

"Goodbye."

Ling Ye and Chen Liuxiang have been together for many years, and their friendship is naturally stronger than that of him, an outsider. Chen Liuxiang did not scold him, so he gave him enough face.

Ye Bingran didn't know if he was worried.

In recent years, he has vaguely remembered some things, especially why he thought that the boy in white was Su Baiche.

At that time, he chased out in the wind and snow. He did not see the figure of the boy in white. Instead, he met a handsome young man in green. He recognized this young man, Ling Ye, a disciple of Qingling who became famous in the cultivation world, so he stopped.

After the salute, I asked one or two questions.

The young man Ling Ye lowered his eyes and looked at him for a while. A smile appeared on his gentle face, "White-Yi, of course, it is Su Baiche, the disciple of our sect."

"Su, Bai, Che—"

The young Ye Bingran recited the three words silently and remembered them in his heart, and they lasted for decades.

The blood moon gradually faded, Ye Bingran looked up at the night, held his sword and left Juanyun Pavilion.

Ling Ye is now the leader of the immortal Taoist path, and his character is naturally unquestionable. He didn't know whether Ling Ye was really misunderstood or did it on purpose. Until he secretly investigated, he found that among Qingling's disciples, Su Baiche was not yet the same person as Su Baiche.

With Ling Ye's prestige in the cultivation world, no one would believe this when he said it, and Chen Liuxiang would probably think that he was deliberately slandering him.

Ye Bingran had to act as a villain and gave a little reminder.

After getting the pill recipe, Chen Liujiu couldn't wait to tinker with it. Zhou Xuanlan thought of the strange formations in the suburbs, and felt uneasy, so he took Luo Yu and others away.

Before leaving, he said with some advice: "Master, the demon kings are fighting openly and secretly. If they find the other party's flaw, I will not let it go..."

Shen Liuji sniffed the spiritual herb in his hand, and raised his eyebrows and eyes lightly when he heard this, "Just be your own, I will be mine."

Zhou Xuanlan stretched his eyebrows and nodded and left.

Xu Xingchen held his jaw on the side and watched Shen Liuji pick the spirit grass. He only got up and left the next morning.

He yawned: "Where to go?"

Shenliuji: "The Mansion of the Seven Demon Kings."

According to what Ye Bingran said, the side effects of the strange pill were consistent with Wen Renqin's condition in Xueyue. It should be that Wen Renqin took it. He wanted to get some blood from Wen Renqin to see which kind of spiritual herb it was. After so long, the effect of the medicine is still there.

The sinking sounded at the door of the mansion, with no one around him. He leaned into his head, looked left and right, and shouted at the familiar figure.

Xiong You felt a chill behind her back, and she burst into cold sweat. She hurriedly rushed to the door and lowered her voice and said, "Don't make a sound, the city lord is resting."

Chen Liuxiang frowned: "But I have something to do with him."

Xiong Youzheng was waiting for the big things. The spiritual energy around him condensed. Qin Gang got up from the bed, spreading his fiery red hair, and his clothes were loose and open to his chest.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, curled his face with a dryness before looking at Shen Liuji: "What's the matter?"

There was a silver needle between the sinking fingers: "I want to get some blood."

Wen Renqin took him back to the room, took his outer robe and put it on. Shen Liujiu looked around the room, accidentally glimpsed the monster doll placed beside the pillow, and immediately opened his eyes wide.

Not this?

Wenren Qin noticed his eyes and rolled up his sleeves: "I gave it to me last night by a child and said that my true form is very cute."

The sinking sound touched the tip of the nose: "I am not familiar with the transformation technique."

Wenren Qin smiled lowly: "I think it's very good."

The sunken black eyebrow fanned, but did not respond. The silver needle stung his arm and stopped his hand for a moment, "Okay, can you count your words that day?"

Wenren Qin: "Accurate."

Shen Liuyi put the bottle of blood into the storage bag, lifting the corner of his lips, "Since that's the case, get the scroll ready."

After saying that, he got up and shook his sleeves, intending to say goodbye.

Wenren Qin's eyes drooped, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist, and whispered in his ear.

Suddenly, the sound of sinking sounded and thought he had heard it wrong.

He turned his head and took a step back, but his wrist was tightly held.

Wenrenqin repeated: "Be my demon queen."

He frowned, and saw that his expression was not joking. He immediately looked serious, cast a spell and broke free with his wrist, "I have no intention of thanking him for his kindness."

Wen Renqin looked at him with a serious expression: "You are my demon queen, let alone the scroll, even the entire demon world, I will get it for you in the three realms."

The sinking sound repeated: "There is no such intention."

The room was silent for a moment, and Wen Renqin's face did not show any surprises, and he only sighed with regret: "What a pity--"

He stood with his hands behind his back, watching Shen Liuji walk out the door, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

After a while, the corners of the lips slowly curled up again.
Chapter completed!