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

Yi Ning turned around and looked at the two people who were standing there.

"Let's go." He said lightly.

Yan Xuan turned his head and stabbed Fu Zhuo in the heart with his backhand, and said nonchalantly, "Let's go."

Behind him, Fu Zhuo wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yi Ning like a torch, sneered almost frantically, and followed in.

"Children, come here to toast the Lord and the others." Fu Zhuo had a big hole in his chest, and he could still smile and talk to his "adopted sons".

Those adopted sons stood up tremblingly. They were all human beings who were kidnapped from various places by Fu Zhuo.

One of them walked to Yan Xuan's side, lowered his eyes and said softly, "See Your Honor."

Yan Xuan raised his head and squeezed the knife in his hand tightly.

This, eyes like Yi Ning.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and uttered the word "go away" quite patiently, which made the righteous child tremble and almost kneeled on the ground.

"Look, I don't have the eyesight to see." Fu Yanshen said strangely, dragged the adopted son to sit beside him, and said, "How can you be attracted by the Lord."

Yi Ning looked around calmly, and sure enough, those adopted sons all resembled him in some way. Some are eyes, some are noses, some are lips.

What a disgusting beast.

He suppressed the hatred in his heart, scratched Yan Xuan's palm lightly, and coaxed softly, "Don't be angry."

Yan Xuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood what Yi Ning meant when he came over. The corners of his mouth rose a little, dragged Yi Ning to his side, and said, "I'm in a bad mood when I see dirty things.

"Okay." Yi Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and in front of Fu Zhuo's face, he slowly clasped Yan Xuan's ear and kissed it gently, then said, "Are you in a better mood?"

Wen Sijie, who was watching, spit out a sip of wine, looked at Yi Ning and Yan Xuan with a dull expression, turned his face away aggrievedly, and drank the wine in his hand.

If Yan Xuan had a tail, it must be very high at the moment, he chuckled lightly, hugged Yi Ning's waist and said, "It seems to be better."

Fu Zhuo, who was holding his adopted son, broke his palm with his fingernails in a place that no one could see, but his eyes never landed on Yi Ning.

After a long while, he smiled and said, "After staying for so long, it's time to reminisce with your lord. I wonder how your lord is doing recently?"

Yan Xuan thought about it: "After we formed the contract, we had a very good life, but there are two dogs who are always provoking in front of the house. I am planning to find a day to chop them up and feed them to the magic horse." He paused. After a pause, he thought to himself again: "Seeing that you still look like you have no progress for so many years, you must have a bad life. It's a pity."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and squeezed Yining's waist, and rubbed it very intimately.

However, Yi Ning did not refuse at all, but rubbed his head very fondly.

What a pair of consensual couples made in heaven.

When Yan Xuan said the word "pity", two of Fu Zhuo's nails were forcibly broken, and the blood from the fingertips mixed with the blood from the palm of his hand, and dropped silently to the ground.

"We've formed a contract, with whom?" Fu Zhuo asked in a perplexed manner.

"With me." Yi Ning continued with a smile, and it fell into Fu Zhuo's ears with a naked mockery.

He spread a smile, finally set his eyes on Yi Ning's face, and said slowly, "That's really congratulations."

Yi Ning accepted it indifferently, but Yan Xuan's faint voice came from his ear: "Look at it."

"Look at you." Yi Ning picked it up naturally, if it weren't for the slightly warm ears, maybe even Yi Ning himself would have taken it seriously.

It's as if they really got married.

Wen Sijie drank another drink, Ji Bai had a dry cough and reached out and grabbed his wrist to stop him from continuing to pour the wine.

"Even if you don't have a contract, Yi Ning can't be yours. He won't even look at you if you drink to death." Ji Baifa rarely said so much to Wen Sijie.

Wen Sijie gritted his teeth and threw him, "None of your business?"

Ji Baifa: "…"

There was a turbulent undercurrent in the hall, and when an adopted son was pouring wine, he suddenly overturned the teacup with trembling hands, and wet Ji's white-haired clothes.

Fu Zhuo looked at him lightly, and the adopted son quickly knelt on the ground and shivered to confess his guilt, his back already soaked in cold sweat.

The hall was so quiet that the needle could drop, and the other adopted sons stared with bated breath, not daring to breathe.

After a long while, Ji Baifa frowned and used a spell to dry the clothes without saying anything.

"Your hands and feet are so stupid, eh, Xiao Jiu, tell me what to do with you." Fu Yan walked over, stretched out his hand and stroked his back lightly, and said, "Go, give General Ji a new cup of apology."

The adopted son, called Xiao Jiu, quickly got up from the ground, carefully refilled Ji Bai Fa a glass of wine, and repeated over and over: "I'm sorry General, I'm convicted."

Among the demons, there have never been so many rules and etiquette, not to mention that Ji Baifa himself is a person who only cares about strength, and he doesn't care about a mere human being at all.

"Okay, Fu Zhuo." Ji Baifa frowned, he used to be irritable and hypocritical like Fu Zhuo.

Although Yan Xuan was not much better than him, after all, he was much stronger.

Among the four demon generals, the position of the curse evil was originally a talisman. They have known each other for many years and both know each other's strengths.

Among the four of them, only Xiaobai, the coward, would be afraid of Fu Zhuo.

"The general said it's alright, come back, Xiao Jiu." Fu Yan smiled softly, and there was no difference in his tone, but when Xiao Jiu brushed his side, he said in a low and fast voice: "Left hand."

The left hand was the one he had just knocked over the wine glass. Xiao Jiu froze in place, full of tears and wanted to kneel down again to beg for mercy, but heard a second sound from above his head: "Two legs."

He didn't dare to kneel down immediately, and could only stare at Fu Zhuo with wide eyes in pain.

If you speak or cry, your tongue will be pulled out.

His previous eight "brothers" all died like this.

Yi Ning's hand trembled while holding the teacup, he slowly drew out his sword, but was held down by Yan Xuan with some doubts: "Want to kill him?"

Yi Ning closed his eyes and put the sword back. Before that, he had to find a way to find out the location of Fu Zhuo's real body from Fu Zhuo or these adopted sons.

Just now, he clearly saw Fu Zhuo's lips.

The left hand means that Fu Zhuo wants to cut off the hand that Xiao Jiu knocked over the wine glass.

Losing humanity is worse than beasts.

"Yan Xuan, these adopted sons..." He passed the voice transmission, and was interrupted by Yan Xuan before he finished speaking: "I know you want to save me, can I still stop it?"

Yi Ning put his hand to his lips and coughed in embarrassment. Yan Xuan, the Demon Venerable, was about to be trained by him to have the ability to predict what he was going to say in advance, and he could guess it every time.

"If I can both clean up Fu Zhuo and make a statement, what will the immortal reward me?" Yan Xuan's hand under the table gently scratched Yi Ning's palm, this time it was not a show for Fu Zhuo to see.

Yi Ning glanced at him and said, "What do you want me to reward?"

Yan Xuan looked like he was thinking hard, and it took a long time for the sound transmission to come back.

"Reward me for finishing the things I haven't done on the chariot, okay?"

There was a ticklish feeling in the palm of his hand, Yi Ning grabbed his fingers with a backhand, exerted a little strength, and Yan Xuan hissed softly.

Just when Yan Xuan thought that Yi Ning was rambling over again, she heard that Yi Ning turned her face away and made a low voice.

"If what you do can satisfy me, I can consider it."

Yan Xuan was stunned, the blood all over his body seemed to have rushed into his brain.

"No regrets."

Yi Ning nodded.

After a while, he said he was not satisfied.

Seeing that Yan Xuan quickly raised his knife and got up, looking very impatient, Yi Ning took a sip of tea and said behind him, "Don't kill him, take your time."

He wants to let Fu Yan know that he is not a saint, he is just an ordinary person who cultivates immortals and talks about Taoism.

hate and kill.

Fu Zhuo was stunned, and said innocently, "Your Highness, did I do something wrong?"

Yan Xuan smiled and said, "You're right, it's just that I'm not happy just looking at you."

Yi Ning put down the teacup, glanced over indifferently, and agreed in his heart.

Coincidentally, so am I.