Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

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Outside the gate of Xuanzong Sect.

The lights are bright and the torches are raised high.

The big tree outside the door was illuminated brightly and quietly, and the shadows of the trees fell down to the ground, like ghost shadows.

It was pitch black, like a bystander, witnessing the atmosphere here, becoming more and more nervous.

The sword is on the verge of breaking out.

Inside the door, a group of disciples were guarding the door, always on guard.

The formation has been set up and the sword has been unsheathed.

We are all ready to fight, and no one dares to underestimate the enemy.

Compared to the tension and confrontation among the Xuan Sect disciples, the Demon Palace disciples outside the door seemed much more casual.

Set up a lounge chair and just lie there.

With a swagger, he used toothpicks to pick the flesh in his teeth.

Looking at the equipment of the Xuanzong disciples, he even sneered.

It seems that these people are not taken seriously.

The few disciples in the front formation looked at each other.

Not long after, the leader and elders arrived.

In the center of the formation, a way was made.

Che Yun Gong, wearing Taoist robes and with sharp eyes, stood in front of everyone.

In his hand, he still held the letter.

He seemed to be holding back his anger towards the demons who were lounging around outside the door.

He said: "What do you mean? Things are missing from the Demon Palace. It's your fault that your people are not responsible for their care. What are you doing with our Xuanzong sect?!"

The demon clan member crossed his legs, shaking them, and looked at him sideways.

It seemed like he didn't take him seriously.

"What? The Xuanzong sect is such a powerful sect, and even the leader will tell lies with his eyes open?"

"Our treasure disappeared. Only people from your Xuanzong sect were present at that time. You didn't steal it. Is it possible that the treasure escaped on its own?"

"……you--"

Che Yungong glared, his beard trembling with anger.

"Don't slander me! How come our people show up in the Demon Palace?!"

The demon clan member changed his legs again and continued to shake and sway.

"Oh...it seems that the head of the Xuanzong Sect doesn't know what happened."

"In that case, which kid among you stole it...and dare not admit it?"

He chuckled, smiling slightly.

"Che Yungong, we don't care which one of you took it. In short, the things must be returned!"

"You haven't come back yet...you can try."

"Let's see who is better with the swords of your gang of brats or the swords of our army!"

The Demon Palace was really angry this time and was completely reckless.

He doesn’t care about how many casualties a war will cause, and he even goes as far as to attack—

It seems that what was lost this time is very important to them.

Important enough for them to tear up the armistice and start a new war.

Che Yungong's expression changed, and he finally realized the seriousness of this matter.

He grasped the letter tightly and calmed down.

Looking at the arrogant demons outside, he calmed down and asked, "You said we took it, do you have any evidence?"

The demon clan member sneered, "What? Mr. Che Yung, do you think we will be like you and slam the shit basin on other people's heads?"

"Our Lord Protector could see it clearly at the time. It was in the Diming Mountain! One mile up from the Beiji Mountains! You know what your people did there!"

"Che Yungong, that's all for today! Three days, just three days!"

"Either hand over the things; or..."

He straightened up and slowly made a gesture of wiping his neck.

His face was full of cruelty.

"you know."