Love in Xuancheng

Song Shu shook his head and looked cold. "It's the demon's heart awakening."

"The wild sand coagulates the demon's heart? It's impossible!" Feng moye twisted his eyebrows, as if he suddenly thought of something and couldn't help taking a breath. "Is it -- someone willing to sell his soul to it?"

Condensing demon hearts must be consistent with their nature. If people who sell their souls produce a trace of non heart during condensing, it may lead to the failure of condensing, or even make them fall. With the suspicious temperament of wild sand, how can they completely trust who! How it cherishes its life. How can it deliver its life to others!

After living for millions of years, I couldn't find the "material" to condense the demon's heart. How did it suddenly become? Who the hell is this man? Will it be you?

Feng moye was stunned by his guess.

"Who do you think that person will be?" Ge Shu's black bright eyes fixed on Feng moye, as if to see through him. Before Feng moye responded to him, he slowly continued: "can it be the ancestor of Chongyuan?"

"No!" Feng moye made a decision without hesitation, in a firm tone.

He suspected that others could, but not! That man was his own grandfather. Although he had never had the honor to meet, the flesh and blood relationship between his grandparents and grandchildren could not be separated in any case.

He believes him! An inexplicable trust!

"Are you so sure?" Ge Shuwei asked with his eyebrows and slowly turned away his eyes. "People who are trapped in Zhong Yuan all year round have a day when their minds are tired and collapse."

"He won't!" Feng moye looked cold and his tone was light, but he gave people an irrefutable confidence, which made people believe what he said in the bottom of their hearts.

"Roar --" another roar.

The sound seemed to be shot from the top of the head and jumped out from the soles of the feet. Compared with the last time, it was more powerful and closer. A roar shook the ground, shook the mountains, and roared the stone flying wind. I felt that the space was distorted and deformed.

"Coming!" Song Shu looked cold and clenched the long sword in his hand.

Feng moye nodded slightly at him. His eyes were sharp and deep. Like a cheetah lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity, he quietly observed the situation around him. Once he found a good opportunity, he would be fatal!

The Dragon killing sword in his hand exudes a cold and fierce cold that frightens the soul, and even the wandering souls who are in panic shrink and flee one after another.

Suddenly, the two figures galloped in their direction one after another. Ge Shu and Feng moye were alert and turned around at the same time. They were about to make a move, but they heard someone speak in a hurry.

"Shanger!"

Feng moye frowned, "Why are you here?"

"I should ask you that!"

While talking, Hao Xi's body shape had arrived and fell in front of Feng moye. He looked gloomy and scolded. His tone was cold and severe, but there was tension and care at the bottom of his eyes.

"Your father and son's gratitude and resentment should stay out of Zhong Yuan and then slowly end!" Yanqing son glanced at the two father and son unhappily, his eyes fell on Ge Shu, pointed to the other side and said, "you are responsible for disturbing the audio-visual."

Ge Shu nodded and raised his feet to guard where yanqingzi pointed.

When they met their "old friends", none of them looked surprised or stunned. It seemed that Geshu had never "died" and had always lived well.

At least in yanqingzi's opinion.

In the eyes of Feng moye, yanqingzi's behavior is the same at the moment. Everything is too natural!

"Take care of yourself!" Hao Xi told his son in a deep voice.