Bian Yanghong didn't say anything, and her calm expression said everything.

Everything is possible.

Xuanyuan Po suddenly felt a little cold and stood up and said, "I'm going to see the clan leader."

Bie Yanghong said, "Even if you tell him the guess, it doesn't make sense."

Xuanyuan Po said anxiously: "Then why no one has come here yet?"

"Neither Dao Zun nor Wang Po will come, because no one can be sure whether this is a game."

Buwanghong looked at the dim crystal powder and the crooked wooden tower on the floor, paused and continued: "In the eyes of the people, I and my inner people are now dead, so the human race can no longer bear the fall of a powerful man in the sacred realm, which will directly subvert the pattern of the entire continent."

Xuanyuan Po thought for a while and said, "I will fight to kill him tomorrow."

Wuqiongbi leaned against the wall, covered her broken arm, and said with a resentful look on her face: "Just you?"

Xuanyuan Po had learned to ignore her, and continued to look at Bu Yanghong and said, "And I think someone should help me."

Bianyanghong understood what he meant. If it was as he guessed, there would definitely be many people and even big figures in the demon clan who would strongly oppose it like Xuanyuan Po.

In fact, he has basically confirmed the truth of the whole thing now, because the reason why he and Wuqiongbi were seriously injured was because Mrs. Mu and the demons joined forces.

Since I couldn't figure it out, I waited for the incident to happen before talking. Xuanyuan Po walked out of the house and began to prepare supper.

Smelling the smell of vegetable oil and eggplant from outside the door, Wuqiongbi's face showed an extremely disgusting expression.

In addition to braised eggplant, Xuanyuan Po also cooked half a pot of green onion tofu and steamed a large bowl of corn rice. The most delicious thing is of course more than a dozen pieces of bacon steamed on the rice.

Xuanyuan Po and Fanfanhong eat very seriously, and even enjoy it.

Wuqiongbi broke his arm, and it was inconvenient to eat. He wanted to learn something like a different kind of red, so he wore bacon and ate it together, but he failed several times.

She became annoyed, threw the chopsticks on the table, and cursed: "Eat something like a pig, no wonder it looks like a pig!"

Buy Hong glanced at her, as if she wanted to persuade her, but in the end she didn't say anything, H just sighed.

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The streets and alleys near the Honghe River always give people a wet feeling. No matter whether it rains or not, or because the sewage system here is not too developed and the quality of the people is not that high, residents along the street always like to dump sewage and even garbage directly on the street.

A shadow slowly floated between the waste and greasy sewage on the street, down the stone steps, and finally arrived at Matsumachi.

Matsucho these two nights are completely different from before, and it seems much quieter, but it does not mean that there are no people here.

There are people everywhere in the streets.

The warriors of the Xiong clan, the Tang family manager, more than ten Tiannan practitioners, the archbishop of the Xihuangdao Hall and dozens of priests surrounded the place.

But you can't hear any noise here. If you don't argue carefully, you can't even hear the sound of breathing clearly.

With such a vigilant and meticulous defense system, even if Xiao Zhang and Xiao De come here in person, it will be difficult for them to sneak in.

But for that shadow, this is not too difficult, because he practiced the Huangquan technique, which is naturally filthy and is best at earth escape.

It was late at night, and the bear warriors, priests and Tiannan monks in Matsumachi relaxed a little.

The shadow quietly came to the small courtyard at the end of the alley, sneaked into the night with the wind, climbed the floor along the moss marks, and came to the door.

Xuanyuan Po sat cross-legged behind the door, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This is how he slept these two nights.

Because this location is before the paper door, no matter who wants to see the unique red and infinite blue, it will wake him up.

The shadow stopped in front of the door and did not continue to go inside.

It was not because he felt the power of the iron sword that Xuanyuan Po crossed his knee, but because he felt two people behind the paper door.

——The crystal stones were about to be broken, and the mana of the wooden tower had also disappeared a lot, and his distance was very close.

He could even vaguely outline the appearance of those two people in his sea of ​​consciousness.

A Taoist nun and a scholar.
This is exactly the person he is looking for.

Of course he was shocked, and before he could be surprised, he became afraid.

Those were two powerful men in the sacred realm. Although they were seriously injured, he still did not dare to act rashly. He just wanted to retreat quickly and pass the news to Mrs. Mu.

The shadow quietly returned to the courtyard, floating past the white pebbles, and came to the dwarf pine tree, ready to cross the wall.

At this moment, a divine thought fell on him.

The divine consciousness was not very powerful, and its aura was very gentle, like soft filaments, which did not cause any harm to him.

But he didn't dare to move anymore because the message from that divine thought was very clear.

If he wants to forcibly break free from this divine consciousness, he will definitely alarm those people outside the wall and then be subject to the strongest suppression of the divine consciousness master.

And if he didn't move, the master of the divine thought wouldn't move either, because the other party didn't want to alarm the powerful demon clans in Baidi City.

The night was dark and the stars were like water. The pine trees under the courtyard wall trembled gently in the night wind, and the shadows of the trees moved with it.

Time just walked forward slowly, nothing happened.

There is not even a sound.

Until at some point, there were roosters crowing, dogs barking, water boiling, footsteps, and streets gradually woke up.

The morning light fell in the courtyard, the sound of water represents washing, and occasionally there were a few casual conversations. Xuanyuan Po bought breakfast and came back. He still ate beef buns, steamed buns, porridge and pickles prepared for the red and infinitely green. There was only one more steamed dumpling than yesterday, and it was still filled with tender melons, without any meat star.

There was a faint sound of chopsticks throwing and lifting the stool from the room.

Xuanyuan pushed the door and walked out, shook his head helplessly, tied the Shanhai Sword to his waist, and then left.

The priests outside the courtyard also left with him, and the Tang family manager and more than ten Tiannan practitioners also left. The officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty were already waiting for him in front of the imperial city.

People in this neighborhood will go to the front of the imperial city to watch the fun today. Matsucho appears much quieter than before.

This is even more so in this courtyard at the end of the alley, even quiet and a bit heart-wrenching.

The morning breeze blew the pine trees, and the shadows moved slightly, and the shadows were lifted up like a piece of paper.

The escape technique was eliminated and revealed his true body.

Fog gradually emerged in the courtyard, and morning light could not penetrate.

In the brick road with shallow water flowing in the corner of the wall, several small silverfish were rumbling and dead.

The color of the dwarf pine gradually became darker, as if it had not been washed by rain for many years and was stained with extremely thick dirt.

Moss gradually emerged from the neatly piled firewood, and the wooden floor became a little wet.

The entire courtyard became extremely humid and felt a little depressed.

These fog and moisture all come from Qiaosu's body.

The sweat sludge that surged out of the body like sludge soaked the torn clothes and turned into a poisonous wet fog.

That divine thought was still attached to him.

A long night passed and he could no longer hold on for too long.

There are only two ways in front of him now.

Either withdraw or move forward, but no matter which way it is, he needs to break the divine thought and make the most decisive choice.

He chose the former without hesitation and prepared to escape.

This is how he survived in the deep ravine covered by the Changsheng Sect with a large array.

Later, he survived like this by the powerful people of the Snowfield Demon Clan.

As long as he can live, he is willing to do anything shameless and retaliate with thousands of times more cruel means in the future.

Under this divine thought, he did not dare to use earth escape easily. With the fog covering, the ugly flesh wings behind him quietly broke their clothes and started moving.

However, just the next moment, he stopped moving, and his waving flesh wings gradually slowed down.

He stretched out his bloody tongue and licked his dry and cracked lips, and smiled.

He smiled ugly, like a corpse of an insect being sun-shattered.

He turned around and looked into the fog, and said with a harsh and sharp voice: "So you are scaring me."

"You didn't attack me all night, not because you were worried about disturbing Mrs. Mu or other powerful demon clans, but because you were too seriously injured and had no way to attack me. And you didn't want that guy named Xuanyuan Po to take the risk of confronting me, so you fell into this divine thought."

The morning light fell in the yard, slightly brighter, illuminating the deep confusion in Su You's dark eyes.

"I would rather take the risk of facing me alone or even the demon master who may be coming here in the future than call Po Xingzang last night and let the guy named Xuanyuan Po take a little risk. Why is that? Is that guy your closed disciple or... an illegitimate son?"

He walked slowly forward, and the fog gradually spread out, revealing the outline of the house.

There was no sound in the house, and no one answered his question.

When Su Su walked to the front of the house, he only needed to walk forward two steps, and his hands could touch the door.

His body trembled a little, because of tension and excitement, and of course the fear that could not be lingered - although he was very sure that the situation was as he had said before, he still felt unstoppable fear of thinking about the next moment being such a legendary couple.

If he could, he would never step on these two steps, would never reach out to push the door, or even come to the front of the house.

Sweat surged out of his short body like slurry, the fog became thicker and thicker, the wooden floor became wetter, mushrooms grew from the pile of firewood, and then quickly decayed. The beams and pillars in the house and all the wooden things began to rot at high speed, and then festered, and a humid and pungent smell enveloped the entire courtyard.

With the sound of the sound, the main door in front of the house collapsed, revealing a paper door, and two figures behind the door could be vaguely seen.

A sigh rang behind the paper door.

The emotions contained in this sigh are not complicated, nor are there too many feelings. It is just a very simple sigh that makes it look particularly calm.

The wet and hot mist soaked the wooden door, the paper was wet, and then rolled up, and fell down as the wooden frame collapsed, looking like snow chips.
Chapter completed!