After Being Betrayed, The Immortal Master Ran Away With The Demon Venerable

Jian Xiu stretched out his hand and lightly held the wrist of Mo Xiu beside him. The two of them stood together, and there was a strange feeling of matching. Gong Xiuxian's fingertips under his sleeve trembled slightly, and his eyes turned red.

That hand should have been on his wrist, and his master should have stood beside him.

"What is the sudden temper?" Yi Ning keenly noticed that Yan Xuan was in a bad mood, and whispered.

Yan Xuan lowered his eyes, and after a while, he whispered, "Congratulations to the Immortal."

This tone... It really was a tantrum, Yi Ning couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but he held it back and let go of his wrist.

"You rest, I'll do the rest."

He instilled the spiritual power into the sword, and pulled a sword flower at will, and there are endless true meanings in it.

Although Gong Xiuxian's mana is strong, his mood is far less than that of Yi Ning.

Yan Xuan glanced at him, and even though the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, he still said blankly, "I said I'm fine."

Yi Ning said helplessly: "As you like."

This changeable temper has to find a way to treat him.

"Master, do you want to kill me?" Gong Xiuxian's sword was hanging by his side, he looked up but met Shang Yining's cold eyes, he smiled bitterly, "Come on, my life is What you picked up, if you don't want it, don't want it."

Seeing that Gong Xiuxian had no will to fight, Zhuo Rongrong couldn't help frowning. For some reason, her wrist, which was broken by Yi Ning, could not be recovered at all.

The current situation was too bad for them, her mind moved slightly, grabbed Gong Xiuxian and dragged him into the magic fog to escape.

Yi Ning looked at the cloud of demonic fog without moving his feet, raised his sword, and said in a low voice, "Ning Jue."

The body of the sword exudes the true meaning of devouring the heaven and the earth, like a flood that breaks the embankment, the clouds and mists sway, and the sword energy rushes towards the magic mist as if it had sanity.

Zhuo Rongrong was horrified and raised his fan to block it.

But she had never seen such a powerful and terrifying move at all, destroying all things in one sword, and the people were born with this move.

For the demon cultivator, this sword has no solution at all, there is no way to escape, no escape, no matter the ends of the earth, wherever it goes, it is all sword intent.

The dagger-like tough fan was pulled into smoke by the sword energy, and the whole body seemed to be penetrated by the thunder of the heavens. .

After a long while, the magic fog dissipated, Gong Xiuxian had disappeared, only Zhuo Rongrong knelt on the ground motionless, with his head lowered, as if his muscles and bones had been pulled away, leaving only the bare skin.

"Dead." It was ridiculous to send Gong Xiuxian away before he died.

Next time, he will definitely be ruined, and he will die without a place to be buried.

Yan Xuan's eyes moved slightly, his eyes fell on Zhuo Rongrong's corpse, and he suddenly turned his eyes away.

It's not that he doesn't know how powerful Yi Ning is, but every time he sees it, he thinks of how Yi Ning used to do this to him.

Just thinking about it makes me angry.

Yi Ning retracted the sword and exhaled a long breath. It felt so good that the spirit core came back, and finally no longer had to rely on others.

But when he turned around, Yan Xuan walked away along the river bank on his own.

"Yan Xuan?" Yi Ning followed behind him, a little puzzled.

Shouldn't it be a joy to solve Zhuo Rongrong?

Yan Xuan wiped the knife clean and put it back into the scabbard. Hearing Yi Ning's words, he was silent for a moment before saying, "Shangxian takes back the spirit core, so I won't be needed in the future."

It was because of this tantrum.

Yi Ning wanted to laugh again.

"What do you mean, take back the spiritual core, and there will be nothing between us?" He deliberately lowered his voice to provoke him.

Sure enough, Yan Xuan's footsteps stopped in place, turned around and pulled Yi Ning's neckline and pulled it in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "You can't get rid of me, I'm not something you can throw away when you're done."

Weird, what a great response. Yi Ning secretly said.

He gently reached out and touched the back of Yan Xuan's hand, seemingly inadvertently saying, "Then why are you unhappy? I didn't say to get rid of you."

Aware of the touch, Yan Xuan grabbed him with his backhand, with an unpleasant expression on his face, and said, "You take back the spirit core, are you thinking of going back to Ming Guangzong and continue to be your punishment for evil and evil? The immortal?"

"No." Yi Ning answered affirmatively.

"You don't want to go back to the days when you continue to be admired by everyone?"

"I don't want to." Yi Ning replied quickly.

"Then you want to follow me and continue fooling around with the demon cultivator who is obstructing your avenue?"

"Well..." This time, Yi Ning said thoughtfully, "I forgot if you didn't say it. It makes sense. It seems that I should leave."

Yan Xuan: ?

He grabbed Yi Ning's wrist abruptly, knowing that the other party said this on purpose, but he was still furious: "I know, you always think that I am in your way, right?"

Yi Ning was also laughing at his nonsense, and all the words he said earlier were ignored, and he could hear the last sentence clearly.

"Are you thirsty? Drink some realgar wine?" Yi Ning was annoyed at him.

Yan Xuan's throat choked slightly, and she endured what she just wanted to say.

One day... He glanced viciously on Yi Ning's lips.

Yi Ning, who was stared at by a poisonous snake, rubbed his head with a chuckle and said, "Don't make trouble, it's time to go back, how about the magic medicine?"

The food problem and the evil cultivator were solved at the same time, and now the last step is to disperse medicine.

Yan Xuan was touched by him, and miraculously, his anger was ironed a little bit neatly. After a long time, he said in a low voice: "Xiao Bai and the others are helping to make medicine. It must be soon..."

Before the words were finished, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and thick cloud curtains piled up in layers over Nanke Ze.

"It's started." Yi Ning raised his head and took over what Yan Xuan had just said.

The raindrops drifted down, with a strange smell and a faint medicinal fragrance, which seemed to be able to help people soothe their mood.

They stopped and watched.

Not far away, someone was knocking from door to door.

"It's coming out soon, it's raining!" It was the old woman. She looked up at the rain with tears in her eyes, and reached out her hand to hold some, letting them slip between her fingers.

"God rain can save lives!"

"It's raining from the sky! Come out, we don't have to hide from the plague!"

The pattering raindrops gradually turned into torrential rain mixed with thunder and lightning, pouring on people's heads. It seems to be Xiaobai's prank.

Yi Ning grabbed Yan Xuan's hand suddenly, and before Yan Xuan could react, he pulled him to an eaves.

"You..." Yan Xuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to speak.

Outside the eaves, violent storms hit the tiles, saving thousands of lives. The sky was extremely drowsy, but Yi Ning's palm was warm and dry, gently wrapping his hand, even though he was hiding from the rain, that hand still didn't let go.

"A little cold." Not a perfect excuse.

He heard Yi Ning whispering beside him. After saying this, Yi Ning stopped making a sound, but the bottom of his eyes lit up, as if he could see the faint light of the sky into his eyes. Everything was silent, except for the sound of thunder and rain, Yan Xuan could only hear the beating of his heart beating in his chest.

After a long pause, he suddenly reached out to hold Yi Ning's face and kissed it gently. The other party panicked for a moment, his fingers grasped Yan Xuan's collar, but he never pushed it away. After being kissed for a long time, Yi Ning suddenly held his wrist and began to respond to him clumsily and cautiously.

Yan Xuan's movements froze, clasped his waist tightly, and went deeper into his mouth even more presumptuously.

On the streets, people came out of their homes to catch the rain with pots and pans. The scene was lively and crowded. Everyone was immersed in the joy of being saved. No one noticed a corner. Under the eaves, stood two people.

- Respected by the world, the most icy and utterly coldest immortal in the world, was pressed against the wall badly by the black-clothed demon cultivator, kissed until he was short of breath, his legs and feet were weak, and blood dripped from the tips of his ears.