long night walk

Chapter 443 May you not be different from me
This phenomenon is tantamount to a drop of water falling into a frying pan and instantly exploded violently.

The people who were already far away from her backed away as if seeing a poisonous scorpion, all of them were terrified and pale.

"Jun Yi! This is Jun Yi of the demon clan! This woman is not a deserted demon! She is actually the master of this demon world!"

"Horror! The biggest devil in the six worlds is hiding beside us! No wonder so many people died of my righteous people!"

"She has been hiding beside Lord Sword Master for so many years! Even Lord Sword Master lied to her! Hateful!"

"This devil hides so deep! What kind of schemes is she planning! Liuhe! Where is Liuhe! Could it be that she is cheating her death! What the hell is she planning!"

There was a sound, and for a while, Ah Rao's already cold bones seemed to freeze into ice.

no……

It's not what you think...

It's all over now, there is no more demon world in this world, no more six rivers in this world.

The world is safe now, the demon king whose throne has been destroyed will no longer pose any threat to you, I have... can't go anywhere...

Don't look at me like that.

I have never done anything bad...

The people who retreated a long distance opened a large distance from her, but he did not take a step back, he was already standing at that distance, turning a deaf ear to the questioning, angry and apprehensive voices behind him.

But his eyes were still so unfamiliar that she felt scared.

Completely different from the arrogant and domineering posture of the golden wings, she fell on the ground, trembling.

She wanted to say to him: "Trust me, I'm not a bad devil."

The master has raised her for hundreds of years, how could she be willing to become the devil in that dark land, the year she went down the mountain, she became the devil for a reason.

But she couldn't even yell "Master", and she was brutally deprived of the opportunity to defend herself.

An old Taoist monk from Xiangyin Pavilion recited the Buddha's name, and walked out with his palms folded.

Ah Rao could clearly see his slightly trembling body, and even the brown age spots on the corners of his eyes showed fear, but he still walked out, wanting to be the Lord for the common people in the world.

"Master Sword Master, this woman is a Demon Lord, I wonder if you knew it before?"

He didn't speak, and stood there indifferently, his face extremely pale.

Seeing that he was silent, the old monk had no choice but to talk to himself: "The sword master has a high righteousness and his heart is for the common people. Naturally, it is impossible to let the devil grow bigger by his side. I think everything is planned by this devil. Now she is gone." Appearing, I don’t know how the Lord Sword Master plans to judge?”

The sword willow in his palm buzzed and turned into a soft golden light, which quietly wrapped around his fingertips.

He suddenly lifted his steps, and a pair of boots stepped into the stagnant water on the ground, and the sky light inside was shattered.

Only then did Ah Rao realize that the drizzle in the sky had never stopped.

It was because the lake she was in was burned for several days by the thunder and fire caused by her blood butterfly, the ground was scorching hot, and the raindrops were evaporated dry by the high temperature at the bottom of the lake before it could fall.

Actually, it's cold right now.

Her master has an extra black cloak with pressed cranes, presumably it was added by his wife for him.

He walked towards her, but didn't approach her, but barely stopped ten steps away.

He finally spoke: "Rebel, do you have something to say?"

Compared with the malicious and direct cold words of the group behind him, his question was extremely light and light.

But Ah Rao shuddered!

"I'll give you three days, so this is what you'll give me?" His tone was cold, but the faint fishy smell he spit out was like blood.

Stop talking.

Master is different from them...

He can lend a helping hand to a Forsaken and stick with it.

"Is all of this really up to you?"

Why does your voice have to be so disheartened?
Master is the same as them...

She couldn't tolerate such a demon king who was about to shatter in the mud.

The violent and uncontrollable golden wings slowly folded and covered the ground, as if they lost all vitality at once.

She... has nothing to say.

What else can I say?
Said that she is actually a demon who abandoned the throne, willing to break her wings and burn her hometown, and also to fulfill the dream of great harmony for him?

But so what?

The devil is immortal.

How Datong?

She was originally the most terrifying alien in that Datong!

If you like me, you will be happy, and if you hate me, you will hate me.

I am of the same mind with you, and I hope you will not be different for me.

It turned out that this wish...was just her wishful thinking.

She smiled miserably, and slowly knelt down.

The old monk looked at her with a look of fear, and then said: "This demon doesn't argue, the sword master thinks..."

"Suppressing Demon Tower." He interrupted his next words lightly, but his dark eyes were fixed on her kneeling on the ground, and his pale lips said coldly, "What does Master Changfan think?"

Master Changfan's expression moved intentionally, but then he slightly frowned his sparse white eyebrows: "The Demon Suppressing Tower is a divine object bestowed by the emperor, and all monsters who enter the tower can indeed eliminate their demon nature, and they will never come out. But... After all, this demon does many evils and has a special status, so the poor monk thinks that it is better to get rid of future troubles."

"Does a lot of evil?" He sneered, brushed his fingertips over his heart, and said softly: "Although she is a demon king, she has a master-student relationship with me after all. Since the master thinks she is a devil who does many evils, then I also There is an inescapable relationship."

He slowly turned around, without looking at the woman kneeling on the ground: "Well, I will lead by example, and I am willing to suffer from the pain of the earth fire for a hundred years, and the bitter cold of the devil's prison for a hundred years, and the Kunlun summit to calm my heart for a hundred years. In order to pay for the evil deeds, I don't know if this is the case, can the future troubles of this demon be more just, or should it be handed over to the Demon Suppressing Tower for judgment?"

Master Changfan was so terrified by the divine torture that he said, so he dared to say no, so he nodded quickly: "The sword master is righteous, everything will be done according to the sword master's order."

At this time, the long wind suddenly blew a little bit fiercely, and it lifted the black cloak to protect him from the cold.

He pressed his palm on his heart, coughed twice with a bad complexion, and gathered up the baggy cloak that had been blown loose. Such a slender and tall man suddenly looked a little sick.

"That's it," he said.

Ah Rao's shoulders trembled, and she lowered her body even lower.

Just when he was about to take out the Demon Suppressing Tower, an ancient immortal from Penglai Island suddenly said, "Master Sword Master, has he forgotten something?"

He stopped when he took the object, and looked at the fairy quietly.

The old fairy with fair beard and hair and a fairy-like demeanor looked at A Rao regretfully, and said: "The sword master came to Penglai back then, and passed the Penglai trial with his disciples, and took away my Penglai sacred object, Liuli Jingtong.

To be honest, Liuli Jingtong was really voluntarily refined by your disciples back then, turning into eyes to see the world, I was very amazed.

But the sword master also agreed to my Penglai matter that day. If this girl has a clear mind, she can make my Penglai sacred object clear and bright forever, and these eyes can be given to her. But if this girl falls into the devil's way, we will definitely not Allow Liuli Jingtong to be stained with a trace of filth. "

He paused for a moment, with a hint of unbearable indifference in his eyes, but he continued: "Although there is no way to take back gifts given to others, Liuli Jingtong is a sacred object of Penglai, so I have no choice but to be cheeky..."

"You don't need to say much." He raised his head tiredly and pinched the center of his brows. His fingertips were bloodless and cold, and his voice gradually became weaker: "It's an agreement, so why are you so cheeky?"

(End of this chapter)