long night walk

Chapter 610
"Ah?" Bai Lian couldn't figure out what she meant by this way out.

Ning Feiyan straightened her dressed clothes, glanced at him, and said, "Stupid, if you want to leave the demon world, you still need to rely on Yin Baishuang's Moqi Palace, so you might as well spend a few days to get close to her and save her money." Temporary change of mind."

But Bai Lian felt that this was not what Ning Feiyan wanted to express.

Although Miss Yin is not easy to get along with, she is definitely not a person who breaks her promise. Since she agreed to take him away with her, she feels that she will not abandon anyone because she is not close to her.

As for staying away from Su Jing, it is not difficult for him to understand, after all, Su Jing is famous for killing every devil, in the eyes of a devil like Ning Feiyan, he is naturally regarded as a woman who is not pleasing to the eye in every way.

Seeing his confused face, Ning Feiyan sighed: "Forget it, I don't bother with you."

After a good night's rest, Bai Lian could tell that Ning Feiyan's complexion had improved a lot, and the life force in her body that had been eroded and deprived by She Moli was no longer lost, so she was relieved that she would go out and make troubles.

After Ning Feiyan left, the heavy rain stopped outside the window.

Bai Lian got up to get dressed and went to the Hades, but found that the clothes were thrown far away last night, and they were all hung on the window shelf.

Helpless, I had no choice but to pick it up barefoot.

He had just put his hand on the window, and before his fingertips touched it, a faint smell of alcohol wafted from the corridor.

Really, you can't talk about ghosts at night, and you can't talk about people during the day.

Miss Yin, who was still talking about just now, was drunk at this time, carrying a sapphire jug, and dressed in red, coming from the west hall like smoke.

The west hall is very close to the main hall, but there are two windows. As soon as she went out and took two steps, she saw Bai Lian under the window who was hanging his arms to pull the clothes on the window sash.

Yin Baishuang saw that he was naked, so startled that he couldn't help but slammed the bar, frowned and said, "What's wrong with you? You actually slept naked?"

His face was not as shy as that of ordinary daughters, but he half-covered his eyes, ready to turn his head and leave in a different direction with a look of gloom.

Bai Lian didn't expect her to wake up so early, or in other words, based on her alcoholic appearance, she probably didn't sleep all night.

He was all ready to close the window and go back to the house in embarrassment.

"Wait a minute." I don't know what Miss Yin saw when she turned her head away, her eyes froze, but she turned around again.

She approached in a few steps, squinted her eyes and poked her head in through the window. She looked at Bai Lian carefully for a long time, her eyes were strange.

Seeing her, Bai Lian felt goosebumps all over his body, and nervously pulled his clothes on.

Yin Baishuang stared at Bai Lian very intently, and he didn't know what he was thinking about with those clear and deep eyes.

After a long time, she raised her hand and took a sip of the turbid wine in the jade gourd, a little drunkenness slowly appeared in her eyes, and she had a lonely smile on her face: "The seal on your chest is very pretty."

Seeing that her expression was different, Bai Lian couldn't help but said, "Miss, what do you want to ask?"

Yin Baishuang raised the palm of the jade gourd and shook it, and the wine spilled out, soaking her clothes. She slowly put down the wine gourd in her hand, stared at him with fixed eyes, and asked seriously, "What do you want?" Where did the sword wound come from?"

In the early morning when the rain is falling and the clouds are collected, the sky is crab-blue, and the fog on the river surface in the imperial city of the magic capital is gradually thinning, and the curls of smoke are distinct.

Holding a green bamboo bone umbrella in her hand, Ning Feiyan came to a grocery store outside the capital.

The shop owner who was about to open the shop was very old, and the magic horns on his forehead were broken and cracked.

The back of his hands and cheeks were covered with rotten old age spots, and he was tremblingly pushing open the wooden door, looking at the woman holding an umbrella outside the door in amazement, but there was not much shock and waves in his eyes.

Ning Feiyan nodded slightly to the old man, took two steps forward and stood under the eaves, closing the umbrella sideways.

The old man lowered his head, the corners of his dry and old mouth drooped slightly, and he said in a low voice: "My lord, you must forgive and forgive, that child's life is already suffering enough."

Ning Feiyan casually placed the bamboo bone umbrella on the edge of the door, and said with a slight smile, "If you have to forgive someone, and if you forgive him, then you have to be a talented person. Since everyone is a demon, don't guard against it." Follow the rules and morals of human beings."

The old man looked at her with a complicated expression, as if he was about to say something more.

Ning Fei glanced at him with eyes that had not yet faded from the golden meaning: "Some people will always meet, just like mountains and rivers, ten thousand rivers return to the sea, and his own destiny cannot escape. Since he has already seen Ye Lian in this long and fast time, it is naturally impossible for him to continue to be in a daze."

The old man glanced at her blankly, and finally bent his back and slowly turned sideways.

Ning Feiyan slanted into this humble shop in the early morning rain and cold. The windows in the shop were open, the light was dim, and some common goods in the devil world were scattered on the shelves.

In a corner of the room, a dim yellow lamp was lit, and Su Xi was sitting on a low bench, cutting parchment.

The old man in this shop was a well-known illusionist in the devil world when he was young, and the parchment he cut out could conjure up all kinds of monsters.

Although there is no actual combat power, the simulated coercion of ancient monsters can deter all directions without the knowledge of others.

Although illusionists have good skills, but in the devil world where strength is the most important thing, they are just empty-handed.

The illusion practiced to the extreme is nothing but an illusion after all, and is not valued by the devil.

Frustrated everywhere, the genius illusionist has nowhere to go, but in the end he still commits himself to a small world, living a mediocre life.

Under the still-burning candle, Su Xi lowered his head and carefully picked up the leather paper, a puddle of dry dark red blood was faintly visible on his chest.

Ning Feiyan casually picked up a piece of leather paper that he had cut out. On the paper was a painting of a tortoise, with exquisite brushwork and lifelike outlines.

Su Xi said without raising his head, "Don't touch it."

Ning Feiyan glanced lightly at the darkness between his heart, and said with a smile, "You really gave your heart and soul to that monk?"

The still-burning candle suddenly flickered unsteadily. The sharp scissors in his hand were distracted for a moment, and a large bloody gash was cut between his fingertips. The blood stained the yellow paper. A carefully cut piece of work That's how it was destroyed.

Su Xi put down the scissors, and slowly kneaded the ball of paper in his hand into a ball. The veins on the back of his hands slowly bulged. Under the mask, his cold voice was full of hostility: "My blood is given to Ye Lian, Not Jiachen."

Ning Feiyan casually pulled over a chair, Fengzhi sat down gracefully, and said, "I brought you back from the world after all, the favor you owe me, how about paying it back now?"

Su Xi sneered: "Having no plans with you is tantamount to setting yourself on fire."

Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "Cooperate with me, at least you can keep Ye Lian alive, you have no choice."

Su Xi suddenly fell silent.

Ning Feiyan stood up and patted him on the shoulder. The pale golden color was like poison mixed with honey, knowing it was fatal but making people unable to move their eyes:
"My patience was exhausted by His Majesty the Demon Lord. In the past, I would give you half a day to think about it, but today, I have no intention of waiting patiently for your answer."

Su Xi clenched his fists slowly, and he said in a deep voice: "Now that I have lost all my heart and blood, and my strength is not as good as before, how can I help you?"

Ning Feiyan laughed softly, the gleaming golden pupils contrasted with that enchanting smile, revealing a bit of cold cruelty:
"Su Xi, since you plan to use it for me, you should be prepared to dedicate everything to yourself. Maybe a mere leaf curtain is not worth it for you, but regarding your life experience and the truth about her abandoning you back then, there is is worth it."

"Why should I trust you?"

Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "Although I am not a good person, all the chess pieces for me are clearly for me to use, at least I won't be like you are now, being played by others in the middle of the applause. You know, Su Shi, let me ask you, in these hundreds of years, have you ever lived a clear life?"

Su Xi's injured fingers were suddenly clenched a little bit, blood streaked along his fingers, staining his sleeves red.

His eyes seemed to be struggling in every possible way, and his thoughts were entangled.

After a long time, he slowly put down the scissors in his hand and closed his eyes: "What do you need me for?"

Ning Feiyan showed her bad temperament to the fullest at this moment, and she knew that her goal had been achieved, but she deliberately sighed: "Master Suhe, you are much better at talking than I imagined."

"Lord Ning He has perfect control over people's hearts. You can tell your pros and cons with just a few words, and you will hit a hit. If you are not good enough, how can you be your opponent." Su Xi said with a sneer and a sneer.

Ning Feiyan smiled disapprovingly, took out the jade chapter in her bosom, tapped the chapter beast with her fingers, and the butterfly turned into a spirit from the mouth of the beast, flying towards Su Ximei's spiritual palace.

Su Xi's eyes turned cold, but he didn't move to stop the resistance, allowing the butterfly to sink into his body, and then the butterfly flickered a few times before finally disappearing.

He looked at Ning Feiyan and said in a cold voice: "The Demon River belongs to the Demon Lord, if His Majesty knows that you are outspoken in the world and accepts me as your Zhangqi dark department, the punishment of burning your body and soul may be light. "

Ning Feiyan was not afraid at all, and smiled sweetly: "So I have to trouble Master Suhe to cover it up for me with the power of stealing spirits."

Su Xi didn't want to talk nonsense to her anymore: "What do you want me to do for you?"

Ning Feiyan's eyes suddenly became cold, she looked at him seriously and said, "Help me find someone."

"Who?"

"Abandoned."

Su Xi frowned: "Abandoned man, isn't that the guardian of Milu? Is there any need to investigate his identity?"

Ning Feiyan said: "What we know is an abandoned man from the demon race, but he has another unknown identity in the fairy gate of the world.

There are rumors that 200 years ago, he died at the hands of the young master Tianxi under the Taixuanzong Mountain Gate, but in the end he returned to the Demon Realm without incident, but that kid..."

"That kid?" Su Xi narrowed his eyes, seemingly puzzled.

Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "In short, help me find out what kind of role the abandoned man plays in Taixuanzong."

Su Xi said indifferently: "I am a demon cultivator, isn't it ridiculous for you to ask me to investigate the people of Taixuanzong?"

Ning Feiyan looked down at the shadow puppet paper-cuts on the table, and said with a smile: "Although old man Zhang is not strong enough, his illusion skills are superb. You stayed with him for many years and cut the illusion papers for him day and night. The level of illusion skills is only not lower than his." , if you pretend to be one of the Taixuan Nine Classics, it will be extremely difficult for ordinary people to recognize it."

Su Xi's eyeballs lowered a little, and his voice was particularly gloomy: "There is still one thing to do in Baimi, not to mention pretending to be the Taixuan Nine Classics to catch that old fox who was abandoned. You think too highly of me."

Ning Feiyan smiled meaningfully: "It might not be possible for someone else, but only you can accomplish this."

"What do you mean?"

"Su Hezhu was adopted by Ye Lian since he was a child. Although you are extremely disgusted and jealous of Jia Chen, it is undeniable that you ate and lived with him and grew up together. In this world, perhaps you are more important than Ye Lian." You need to get to know Jiachen."

Su Xi was shocked, his voice was full of disgust and resistance: "You asked me to pretend to be him?! I can't do it!"

In response to his objection, Ning Feiyan only said one sentence: "Ye Lian chose Jia Chen, not Su Xi."

Su Xi's eyes first burst into flames of bitterness.

Immediately under Ning Feiyan's strange gaze, the poisonous fire in his eyes was extinguished little by little, replaced by a deep and unpredictable emotion.

For a moment, his heart was extremely hot, and a crazy thought came to him. Su Xi licked his dry lips, and said in a harsh voice: "If... I said if, I will find out the identity of the abandoned person for you. ..."

"Up to you." Ning Feiyan interrupted him with light words.

Su Xi raised his head suddenly: "What?"

Ning Feiyan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if Master Su He wants to continue to be a Jiachen, or to continue to be with her, my goal has already been achieved, and I don't even bother to cross the river and demolish bridges."

Su Xi's ears burned instantly, he stood up suddenly, paced back and forth in the room, breathed heavily and said, "Are you kidding me, how could I be willing to stay by the side of my father-killing enemy, I..."

"I might as well tell you one more thing." Ning Feiyan played with the shadow puppet paper-cut in her hand, the dim candlelight flickered, dotting her eyes with an indescribable spookiness.

"The person who was ordered to kill the Lemon demons was actually not Ye Lian. Although she was the main force, but before that, she was not very lucky. She met me and had a good time with my demon butterflies. For several days, the injury was serious.

When she rushed to the mission site, it had already been wiped out by the Righteous Immortal Sect and turned into ruins. Although Taixuanzong was the main battle army, he also had the rule of not bullying the old, weak, sick and Confucian scholars.

In the end, your young sister and your mother who was unable to practice due to broken magic veins all died at the hands of the members of the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance who picked up the leak.

At that time, I was still the Seventh Elder of Wan Dao Xianmeng, and I saw with my own eyes that Ye Lian rescued you from the ruins, concealed your demonic energy, and brought you back to Taixuanzong. "

"What... what did you say?" Su Xi's footsteps stopped suddenly, his whole body was like a lightning dead body, his soul was severely wounded, and he stood there at a loss.

Ning Feiyan's words rushed towards him like a rushing sea, almost dismantling him into fragments.

His eyes turned black, and he shook violently as if he couldn't even stand still. With his palms propped on the low table, he looked at Ning Feiyan with scarlet eyes, and said sharply, "You know that I won't let people who play tricks on me easily go away." pass her!"

(End of this chapter)