Luo Ze and Ye Jingxuan fought with him, and there were more and more people watching, and the spectacular crowd looked down at the ants.

When Erya arrived with Qing Wu, she could only watch from the far side of the crowd. The crowd was too big. Qing Wu's myopic eyes were too far apart, and even a blurry figure could not be seen.

Qing Wu squinted her eyes and looked at it for a long time, but she couldn't squeeze in. She only saw the sky flashing for a while, and the sound of rumbling spiritual power colliding constantly.

Qing Wu finally took out the painting of Cangyuan in his arms and asked the person beside him: "Have you seen the person in the portrait?"

The man looked up at the person on the painting, then looked at the man fighting with the Holy Lord in the middle of the square, and finally looked at Qing Wu with the look of a fool.

Qing Wu was unaware of it and continued to ask: "Have you seen it? If you have seen it, can you tell me?"

The man frowned, pointed at the square, and shouted: "Are you blind?"

Qing Wu raised her eyebrows, Is this man sick? Ask him about someone, if you have never seen him, why are you still cursing?

Impolite and unqualified. Why are people in this demon city like this? She has just arrived for a while and has met many such people, speechless!

Qing Wu ignored him and turned around and asked a few more people. The people still looked at Qing Wu like a fool, and then ignored her.

Qing Wu became even more angry. Why are these people like this? His eyes are weird. Wouldn't you just ask them for personal information?

Qing Wu shook her head helplessly, raised the portrait high, and muttered: "Cangyuan, where are you?

If I have spiritual power, I will suddenly turn you into front of me. No, trap you in this painting, so that you can make me feel easy to find."

As soon as Qingwu's words fell, the painting in her hand suddenly emitted a strong light, and everyone was so stung that they couldn't open their eyes.

Luo Ze, who was above the square, suddenly felt a tight and painful chest, as if his soul was being pulled away. He was accidentally hit by Ye Jingxuan's palm, falling down, losing his mind.

Ye Jingxuan exclaimed, he used five layers of spiritual power in his palm just now, and Luo Ze was afraid that he would suffer internal injuries without defending him.

He immediately stepped forward to check. Luo Ze was already fainting and unconscious. Ye Jing Xuan immediately used his spiritual power to treat Luo Ze. After this investigation, he discovered that Luo Ze's soul had been pulled away.

Just then, Qing Wu's painting returned to its original appearance. Everyone came back to their senses and did not arouse doubts, thinking that it was the brilliance of the competition on the square.

Everyone looked at the square again and found that the fight had ended, so they ended one after another. Qing Wu was confused and put his penis in his arms and went forward to check it out.

After the crowd completely dispersed, Qing Wu finally came to the forefront. She thought she could finally see what the Holy Lord looked like.

As a result, there was a high wall in front of her. The reason why everyone could see the fight before was because they all jumped in the air to fight.

Qing Wukong was happy and took Erya back. He didn't find out the person he was looking for, didn't see the good show, and he wasted so long.

Qing Wu was like a deflated ball at this moment, losing her anger. As soon as she got home, she locked herself in the bedroom.

Qing Wu took out the painting portrait of Cangyuan in her arms and spread it flat on the cabinet. She gently stretched out her hand to caress her.

Qingwu's hands felt a warm feeling, and there was a faint fragrance of peach blossoms floating in her nose. Qingwu closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and she always felt that it was coming from the painting portrait.

Qing Wu frowned and carefully observed her painting portrait. It was no different from before and was not damaged.

Qing Wu patted her face, feeling that she must have not had a good rest recently, and she had hallucinations, so she immediately fell asleep on the couch.

Soon Qingwu fell asleep. In the dream, she seemed to be sleeping, with a portrait of Cang Yuan placed on the cabinet next to the bed.

Qing Wu woke up in a daze in her dream, and the portrait of Cang Yuan on the bedside table suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

When Qingwu opened his eyes again, Cangyuan appeared on the side of Qingwu's bed without realizing it. Qingwu rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes again, Cangyuan was still there.

Qing Wu was happy and got up and hugged Cangyuan: "Cangyuan, I finally found you, it's great..."

As he said that, Qingwu started crying for no reason. Cangyuan didn't speak or comfort Qingwu, but just looked at Qingwu blankly, as if he was not sane.

"Cangyuan? Cangyuan?" Qing Wu was puzzled and shook his hand hard in front of Cangyuan, but Cangyuan seemed to be blind and had never blinked his eyelids.

Qing Wu was frightened and pulled Cang Yuan's arms and shook them hard: "Cang Yuan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! Talking! Cang Yuan..."

Cang Yuan was still motionless. Qing Wu was completely panicked and roared at Cang Yuan: "Cang Yuan, what's wrong with you? Wake up! You can't have something to do. If something happens to you, what should our baby do?"

As Qing Wu said this, Cang Yuan's brow suddenly frowned inadvertently. Unfortunately, Qing Wu didn't see it. She cried harder and harder, and finally woke herself up from her sleep.

Qing Wu wiped away the tears that had not dried up at the corner of her eyes, got up and took the portrait of Cang Yuan on the cabinet and observed it carefully, but there was nothing unusual.

She thought Cangyuan would come out of the painting like a dream, but unfortunately, dreams would always be dreams, so Qingwu put them down in disappointment and went out.

The moment she closed the door, Cang Yuan really appeared in the bedroom from the portrait: "Where is this? Isn't this palace arguing with the Holy Lord's brother in the Holy Demon Palace?"

Cang Yuan looked up and down, and the only thing he could be sure of was that this place was still in the demon world.

Cang Yuan was not as stupid as Qing Wu's dream, but he was normal. Qing Wu suddenly came in again.

Cang Yuan turned around: "Mortal-sister?" Cang Yuan was happy. How could she appear in the demon world?

She first said in the mortal realm that she wanted to marry her as her wife, and then she danced a colorful dress dance for herself in the Ghost King's Mansion in the Demon Realm. She met her in the spiritual realm not long ago.

Turning his head and appearing in the demon world again, she gave herself more and more surprises. He curled his lips and wanted to go over and make fun of Qing Wu.

Unexpectedly, he reached out and walked directly through Qing Wu's body. Qing Wu was still unconscious, and Cang Yuan frowned, which was very successful.

Not only did Qingwu feel anything, but he couldn't see him at all. He took things in the bedroom and walked out. Cang Yuan exclaimed: "Sister..."

The moment Qingwu closed the door, he heard someone calling her in a trance, and then he heard it carefully and then silenced. At this moment, Erya's call to her sounded.

Could it be that she was hallucinating her? But she clearly heard a male voice calling her sister, which was completely inconsistent with Erya's voice calling her.

Qingwu pushed open the bedroom door. It remembered it came from the room, but she looked around and saw that everything was normal. Is it really her own auditory hallucination?

Qingwu didn't want to make a name for himself, so he patted his head and left. When Cangyuan saw Qingwu leave, he immediately followed.

But when he was two meters away from the Danqing Picture Album, the picture Album emitted a dazzling light and suddenly took him back.
Chapter completed!