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Meteorite Island, Guyue Mountain Camp.

Zhu Rui sat in the bathtub, and the potion full of spiritual power comforted her purple skin. Widths of demonic energy oozed out of her pores, turning into black particles and sank into the bottom of the water.

She once took a fairy herb from an immortal weapon, which not only eliminates toxins, but also purifies the demonic energy. But she kept her mouth shut and never mentioned it to Fang Wuji.

He probably was concerned about the differences between the Taoist demons. Although he had repeatedly crossed the line, he still controlled himself at critical moments and did not really possess her.

Until the previous few days.

The Demon Lord of Tiansha seemed to have noticed her "Crimson Spirit Pearl" and sent someone to kidnap her, but was discovered by Wuji halfway and started to fight. However, this move hit the east and west, and he was truly ambushed behind.

I don’t know if it’s luck or misfortune, but someone saved her again.

A demon who practices Buddhahood, or a Buddha who practices demons.

"I have something like that, but I can't get entangled with the demon cultivator, haha, interesting, interesting." He said something she didn't understand at all, as if he had seen something particularly funny.

Zhu Rui felt uneasy.

The ability of the Crimson Spirit Pearl to purify the demonic energy is to provide spiritual energy, which is the confidence that she dares to deal with Fang Wuji in the Demonic State. But sometimes, there is only a line between the trump card and the death talisman.

This time, it failed to protect her, but instead aroused Fang Wuji's fear. He completely occupied her despite her resistance.

Man, man... Zhu Rui is sure that she loves him, but now her love inevitably gets hatred.

Why do you treat me like this? So what if you possess me? Can this change anything? It will only make me hate you! She couldn't help but clench her fists when she remembered her childhood.

Her grandmother was a qi-refining monk. The child she gave birth to was never enlightened, but because she was nourished by spiritual energy in her mother's body, she became particularly good. She wanted to go out to practice, so she entrusted her daughter to her parents in the mortal world.

The great-grandparents treated their granddaughter like jewelry and treasures, kept them in the deep boudoir, and they were not allowed to see foreigners at any time. When they reached the age of marriage, they were given a young man with a character and family background.

If there were no accidents, she might be able to live her life safely.

But when he went out in spring, the king, who was in his prime, saw a rare beauty in this world. He immediately decided to get her. Besides the king of a country, who deserves such a stunning beauty?

So, her fiancé died "accidentally" and she entered the palace.

At first, she was resistant and refused to follow her. But how could the king care about whether a beauty would like to do so? Naturally, she forced herself to possess her regardless of everything.

As time goes by, I accept my life.

Grandma once came and asked her if she wanted to leave, but she refused. In her opinion, the woman who has become a monarch will be his for the rest of her life.

But if you stay, you can't let go of it. Soon you die of depression and leave your daughter struggling to survive.

The days of more than ten years of childhood were a nightmare that Zhu Rui could not let go.

The person she hated most in her life was the biological father who coveted her beauty and forced herself to occupy her mother's biological father. If it weren't for him, maybe she would have a happy family and a childhood loved by her parents, rather than a year-round wind, frost, and several times of danger

.

Now, Fang Wuji has done what she hates the most.

Zhu Rui really wanted to forgive him. She tried to convince herself that he would do this only if he loved me. He was just afraid of losing me. She just loved me too much.

The effect is very little.

Deep inside, her soul hysterically asked herself: Can he hurt me if he loves me? What did Tiansha and Xuanzhen do, and what does it have to do with me? Why should I vent my anger on me?

"Rui'er, I can't lose you." Last night, he vented his anger and said something like he was giving in and explaining.

Is it just like this that "can't be lost"? She thought sarcastically, and then subconsciously made excuses. He did not hesitate to fight with the other two demon kings for me. In his heart, my weight was not light.

Reason and emotion clash again.

Zhu Rui buried her face in her knees, as if a trapped beast in a colosseum was about to explode in pain.

Huaxiandan is a little girl who is waiting to be a name for herself and can be dressed up by others.

Once upon a time, this was a love legend circulating in Central China. In order to make the Taoist couple break through, a certain alchemist tried his best to refine a pill that could forcibly advance, and finally got what he wanted and continued to be affectionate. Later, Meiji used it.

After this legend, the Mad Blood Pill was packaged, causing a bloody storm in Central China.

As the saying goes, you always have to pay it back when you go out.

After taking advantage of the situation, the people from Dai Realm patted their butts and left. This time, Yun Lian and Ren Wuwei came up with the word "to use their own way, and to give them the same person", and silently spread a new statement.

Why did Tiansha and Xuanzhen snatch Zhu Rui? Of course it was not because of their beauty! How could the dignified Demon King be so superficial? That was because Fang Wuji loved this female cultivator deeply. Seeing that she was unable to advance to the Nascent Soul for a long time, she gave it to her

An extremely precious magic, immortal, and elixir.

The two demon kings wanted to snatch this precious pill and attack Zhu Rui.

This statement is more convincing than the love between men and women. Many demon cultivators, especially those who watched that day, believed more or less.

Who doesn’t want a pill that can improve one level at a time?

For a moment, countless pairs of eyes stared at Guyue Mountain.

However, at this moment, Fang Wuji, who was far away on Meteorite Island, still didn't know this yet.

He was mainly worried about two things: first, why did Tiansha and "Juesha" take action; second, whether the Demon Emperor asked him to preside over the hunting of Ten Thousand Demons, did it have any profound meaning?

I have to say that although Fang Wuji is a little impulsive in love, he still maintains the rationality and sensitivity of being a demon king under normal circumstances. He also does not think that they are Tu Zhu Rui himself - men know men the best, as long as they have

Strength and power, any woman can have.

They did this mostly to deal with him.

This involves the second problem.

He suspected that the Demon Emperor had learned the secret of the Meteorite Valley, so he specially set the location of the hunt here and indicated that he wanted to preside over the charge.

If this is true, it would be inconvenient to take out the thing now. Fang Wuji thought, and couldn't help but be bored. At this time, the maid said that Zhu Rui threw out all the ointment he sent.

A few months ago, he tried his best to coax her into a soft mind and even agreed to come out with him. Yesterday, she was just angry for a moment, and she actually held a grudge.

"What the hell do you want?" He pushed the door open, his voice suppressing his anger, "Did you be satisfied if you drive me crazy?"

Zhu Rui didn't say anything, lifted up her sleeves and slowly applied medicine to the bruises on her arm.

Fang Wuji saw the traces on her body and said softly: "Does it still hurt?"

Zhu Rui couldn't suppress her hatred: "What qualifications do you have to ask this?"

"You are still angry with me." He held her arm and was thrown away by her. "Rui'er, you and I know each other, sooner or later there will be a husband and wife. Don't you love me and don't want to give it to me.

Am I?"

Zhu Rui said: "It's not in this way."

"I admit, I'm a little anxious." Fang Wuji whispered, "I almost lost you, Rui'er, I can't live without you."

This sentence was said earnestly, causing Zhu Rui's heart to soften for a moment: "Then you can't treat me like this."

Seeing her retreat, Fang Wuji said repeatedly: "I promise, can you guarantee that you won't leave me?"

Zhu Rui was silent for a while and turned her face away: "As long as you don't treat me like this, I will naturally not leave you."

Fang Wuji treated it as her promise and breathed a sigh of relief and stopped talking about disappointment: "The hunting is about to end, and I will take you out of here as soon as possible."

Zhu Rui's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face remained silent: "Do those people... want to use me to hurt you?"

"Yes, they can't find my flaws, so they want to come and cause trouble for you." Fang Wuji's eyes were cold, "You must be careful in the last few days and don't leave alone."

Zhu Rui nodded silently, but she didn't believe it in her heart. It was not that she suspected that Fang Wuji had lie to her, but that she was still worried that they had seen through her trump card.

What "Juesha" said is really too vigilant.

But she couldn't figure it out, and no one in the sect discovered her secret. How did they see it at a glance?

The last few days of the Ten Thousand Demons Hunt are the carnival days for the demon cultivators.

This means that the army of demon cultivators has advanced to the depths and can reach higher-level monsters. As long as they can successfully subdue one of them, they will have an extra powerful thug. If they can meet a special guy, they may even get it.

A special ability.

Of course, high opportunities are always born with high risks.

It was a moonlit night, and the bright moonlight shone with a light red glow. It was clearly at night, but the vision was brighter than the day.

Fang Wuji stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the island ahead.

This is the fifteenth island it has arrived. From a distance, the black demonic energy is mixed with red blood, layer by layer, like an abstract oil painting.

They have entered the depths of the Meteorite Islands, with fewer and fewer ordinary earth demons, more and more powerful and cruel blood demons, and even occasionally there will be spiritual demons.

The feast is about to begin.

Fang Wuji raised his hand and made a pause gesture.

The sails changed, and the moving giant ship slowly stopped, and the water waves blew continuously rippled. The several large ships following the ship also slowed down.

Behind, dozens of smaller ships saw the changes in the sails and immediately followed suit and followed closely behind.

Feeling the mooring of the ship, the resting demon cultivators came to the deck like ants moving out in full swing, rustling with their eyes following the bow of the ship in the center.

In their eyes, there were those with expectations, those with hidden murderous intent, and those who could not see clearly.

Fang Wuji ignored anything.

He raised his hand, and a long bow fell into his palm, and his slender fingers pulled the bowstring. The next moment, the bright moon suddenly faded, and the stars were bright in the sky, and the stars gathered at his fingertips and turned into a bright arrow.

let go.

Whoosh.

The starry arrow broke through the air and shot into the demonic energy of the wind on the island.

Bang.

A dark cloud-like demonic energy cracked a hole.

It was like a gunfire, and a burst of cries broke out among the demon cultivators. Countless demon cultivators jumped up from the deck, either riding on the demon pet, or driving flying magic weapons, and rushed over to chase me and pounce on me.

The hunting began.

Fang Wuji waved his hand, followed the demon cultivator beside him and chased after him. But he did not move, but turned around and returned to the cabin.

Zhu Rui was wearing a black cloak and stood by the window and looked out.

"I won't go out this time." He said, "Don't worry, there will be no problem."

Zhu Rui nodded, but said, "They didn't go either."

"I guess I don't like the Blood Demon." Fang Wuji said this, not thinking so at all.

"That's right." Zhu Rui seemed to believe it, turned around and sat down, and said, "You don't have to accompany me, I want to be alone later."

Fang Wuji is the host of this Ten Thousand Demons Conference, and it is his responsibility to maintain order. He also wanted to prevent the abnormal movements of several other demon kings. He hesitated for a while and then said, "Then you stay in it so hard, don't

come out."

Zhu Rui smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I won't joke about my life."

Fang Wuji was still worried and strengthened the barrier before leaving cautiously.

Zhu Rui watched his back leave. After a long time, her fingers suddenly closed and pinched her palms. A familiar voice sounded in her ears: "Fourth Junior Sister."

The author has something to say: I am still very happy to write Zhu Rui's script, so I have to write something different.

Her mentality and thoughts are very typical. If you don’t talk further, anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly.

Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish you all a happy Mooncake Festival and strongly recommend fresh meat mooncakes.

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