After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 254 Serving the Deity

In Jiuchongtian, on the ice bed, the Immortal Venerable was lying there stiffly, Lingyin glanced at it, it was the poison in the magic flower formation, it didn't want to die, but it made life worse than death.

After all, she had the same face as her own father, Lingyin didn't want to let go, she simply ignored him and let the poison slowly digest.Afterwards, she went to Yaoxian Mansion again, but Yaoxian was not there, and his disciples were so anxious that they tried various methods, but the empty sound and praying songs didn't get better, and there were signs of mental instability.

When Lingyin arrived, they were stabbing them with gold needles.

No matter how serious the illness is, outsiders don't want to enter the Immortal Medicine Mansion. If they are a little careless, they become their experimental subjects. Although they are restrained from these two, it does not prevent them from doing some experiments on new individuals.

Lingyin didn't intend to stop them, and it looked like they wouldn't die for a while, so she threw down a bottle of life-sustaining elixir that she had prepared, and asked the Yaoxian to feed them both with one every day when she returned, so that they could experience , Lying on the bed unable to speak, unable to move, what is it like to be muddled every day.

On the other side, Fengshen returned to his one-acre three-point land, bent his waist, hunched his back, and let out a big breath. It was so dangerous that he almost couldn't pretend.

Being Fengshen is really tiring, Gong Wuming is better, hey, should he go out to help, or get familiar with the upper realm?
As soon as the idea came up, he hesitated. He is the god of wind, aren't the people of the gods aloof, like Lingyin?Lingyin lives in Jiuchongtian, so he can't go there, anyway, he is still in Liuchongtian, not to mention the seven-point image, the six-point will always be pretended.

He nodded, feeling that his analysis made sense, and walked to his new home.

The sinners worked neatly. In order to stay in Dufenglin, a land of feng shui, they all warmly greeted Gong Wuming.

"nameless."

Suddenly there was a crisp sound from the wind, Gong Wuming turned his head in a sudden step, and looked back indifferently, he saw feathers fluttering, Lingyin came on auspicious clouds, every step seemed to be about to bloom a lotus, graceful and charming.

She tapped on her toes, with a hurried and cheerful look, "Nephew Wuming, long time no see!"

Gong Wuming was very happy to hear her calling him his nephew, but he just nodded calmly with the corners of his lips bent up thirty degrees.

Lingyin asked suspiciously: "Wu Ming, what expression do you have, you smile like a zombie."

Gong Wuming couldn't stand it anymore after one sentence broke his skills, "Master, I can't pretend."

"?"

"I am Fengshen now. Although I have the memories of the past, I still can't be the same as before. I think I am still Gong Wuming, not the Fengshen they expected."

Lingyin thought it was a big deal, so she greeted the sinners, conjured up two small wine jars with her left and right hands, and threw one to him, and the two of them sat on a high tree branch, looking at the scenery of the sixth heaven, with their hearts in the air. rippling.

"You are not alone, and so am I. Do you know why? Because we are not the Goddess Fengshen we used to be at all. We are also lost and forcibly retained by others. We are just part of the Goddess Fengshen. The so-called reincarnation, turning around, After experiencing all kinds of things, who will be consistent?"

Lingyin raised her head and took a big sip of the wine. The wine of the immortal clan was light and tasteless, like plain water.

"You don't have to pretend to be a Fengshen all the time, as long as you have the strength, your external performance is not fake at all. Speaking of which, does Lord Fengshen feel any shortcomings at this moment?"

Gong Wuming was puzzled.

"Lack of beauties." Lingyin said with a smile, "Xianzun and his two good children are still in a coma. The people of the fairy clan will definitely not agree to hold a banquet or something, let alone watch beauties dance. So, I like A trick..."

She leaned close to Gong Wuming and whispered a few words, Gong Wuming nodded happily, and the two hit it off instantly, making the sinners watching from a distance feel envious.

Demon Race Qingtian Mountain.

The Nuo Da Mo Palace was built on this tall and stretching mountain range.

Today's matter, Qing Ting Yu had picked out his own people in advance, so those demon soldiers who lost on the battlefield were all Sang Qi's people, even if some people escaped by chance, they were just useless people, and could not make a big impact.

For this reason, Qing Ting Yu's people held a celebration banquet and specially invited Qing Ting Yu to participate.

In the banquet hall of the Devil's Palace, cups of wine were staggered, songs were sung and swallows were danced, and what the devils never lacked was beautiful women.

A few of the generals were bold enough to wink at the people they had arranged for them to take the initiative.

How could Qing Tingyu not see it, but all he was thinking about was Lingyin.

He stroked the pattern on the wine glass, raised his head and drank it down.

The maids took turns pouring wine, very lively.

Therefore, Lingyin and Gong Wuming quickly found the place.

"Master, you are really right. They are holding a banquet, and it seems that there are quite a lot of delicious food."

Lingyin smiled, she admired the exquisiteness of the outside more, the unpredictable aurora in the distance is really charming, if it can be placed on a small boat on the surface of the water, it must be extremely safe and comfortable.

But she had to go to the banquet to have a look first, to see if the women of the Demon Race were as fine as the Immortal Race said.

One of the two became a maid, the other became a guard, and the soldiers were divided into two groups, looking for wine and food.

It was a special experience for both of them.

When Lingyin entered the banquet hall, she saw a man in a black cloak sitting in the front seat, with eyebrows like distant mountains and a picturesque smile, slightly sinister, with an awe-inspiring demeanor.

In order to avoid being discovered, she quickly lowered her head, went to a demon general to pour wine, and took advantage of the opportunity to look at the maids, especially the one who danced in the middle, who had an enchanting figure, an alluring appearance, and charming eyes like silk. Beauty, really is the type that can make men salivate.

But looking at the appearance of the demon man seems to be tired of watching.

It is enough to feast your eyes and steal a jug of wine, but what is the origin of those who come to pour wine by the senior brother?
She frowned, and it happened that Qing Tingyu also looked over, narrowing her phoenix eyes slightly, under her sleeves, her thin lips curled slightly, and said: "You, serve me."

It was too late for Lingyin to hide, and she thought that her divine power had recovered [-]%, and the purple jade pendant was not on her body, and her appearance had also changed. He should not recognize herself, but he wanted her to serve him. Is it the skin in the picture?

She gritted her teeth, walked over while everyone was watching, put her hand on the lid of the pot, and poured a glass of wine from the spout, "Please use it, Mozun."

Qing Tingyu didn't go to get the wine right away, but glanced at those people who were paying attention, those people should immediately drink and dance.

Lingyin was about to take advantage of the opportunity to retreat, but he grabbed her wrist and pushed her skillfully into his arms. Lingyin sat on his lap and was firmly held by him.

"Devil..."

"drink."

Qing Tingyu picked up the wine she had just poured, and brought it to her lips, Lingyin was startled, did he use her as an assassin?If I had known earlier, I would not add anything to the wine.

(End of this chapter)