Chapter 146: Lump sum

Que Xianming didn't know how the matter came to this point.
The cold, dangerous breath overflowed from Lingshan all around, completely dispelling the hot summer night wind, passing through his clothing, and soaking every inch of skin. He was like a vine, no, a poisonous snake wrapped around it, so stiff that he could not move. If he is a peacock, his feathers must have exploded.
Que Xianming didn't find out tonight that Lingshan's demon power was so deep.
"Are you afraid?" Lingshan's voice was very soft. "You are shaking."
A whiff of cool air drifted out, and he entered the Cochlea cochlea with the voice.
Que Xianming finally couldn't help it, shivering, and immediately lowered his eyes, making a soft gesture: "The king is powerful."
It wasn't that he was afraid, but this little demon could not control the instinctive physiological reaction of the big demon.
According to the original plan, after the opening dance, the red host will introduce him to Lingshan. However, when the kings entered the palace, Que Xianming also heard the well-informed palace servants say that the red building owner was in a hug and was absent from the banquet tonight. The good friend "Kunshan King" of the landlord came with his pet.
How does the bustard without the fiber-drawing in the middle stand out among the dancers to attract Lingshan's special attention? Que Xianming thought about it and decided to take the initiative.
The guard of honor returned from patrolling the city, lingering at Lingshan, and hurried to the garden.
Several palace servants who were brave and good were hiding behind the flower trees, looking away and whispering:
"That's the king, really majestic."
"Don't read it, go back to work and be careful of being punished by the director."
Que Xianming was mixed with the demon servants, looking at the timing, pretending to be pushed by the demon accidentally, "Oops" fell out of the flower tree. The group of monsters behind the tree was frightened, and the birds appeared in a hurry like a tree. They knelt on the ground, accused of crimes repeatedly, and stared at Finch Xianming resentfully.
"What demon ?! Dare to run into King Yijia!" The demon soldiers surrounded Qixianming.
Que Xianming looked up, his face was pure and vulgar, and his expression was half panic and half pitiful: "The king forgive sins, my name is Xinxue, a little demon who enters the palace. It's my loss, it's none of them.
Inadvertent loss, sin will not die, he just wants Lingshan to take a closer look, leaving a first impression: "I have seen this male demon."
Who knows that Lingshan not only watched, but also walked forward. Unexpectedly, the group of demon was surrounded by silence for a while.
Que Xianming looked down and stared at the wide sleeves of the other party's gorgeous dresses.
With sleeves swaying slightly and reaching out a pale, slender hand, Lingshan Ju came down and said: "Come."
Countless shocked and envious glances at Qin Xianming, almost turning into blades, putting him behind.
Things are not right. Que Xianming vaguely realized that this move was wrong. But he could only go down with a scalp, with a cliff in front of him and a quagmire behind him, with nowhere to look back.
He stretched out his hand and caught the cold fingertips of Lingshan: "Xie King."
Lingshan chuckled, five fingers closed, and suddenly used force, the bird first caught off guard and threw his strength into his arms. In the view of Doyle, it looks like the "Xinxue" little demon can't wait to give it a hug.
Que Xianming hated.
Then, as Meng Xueli saw, behind the veil curtain, the good friend Peacock was imprisoned on the side of Lingshan and sitting on the throne.
Que Xianming looked at the group of demons, more anxious than Meng Xueli. He was originally grumpy, and he has been patient for so long. He has reached the limit, not to mention the deep coercion and the air-conditioning of Lingshan.
Fortunately, nothing was achieved. He felt that Lingshan was in a state of high vigilance, and there was no flaw in his body. It turned out that Lingshan was extremely vigilant to the demon around him, and the closer he was, the more prepared he was.
He needs an opportunity to let the other party relax, even if it is fleeting. Give it a go and leave the rest to fate.
The demon kings around the world drink toasts with the king of Lingshan, praise the magnificence of Fengyue City, praise the extravagance of the demon palace, and praise the generosity of the king.
After the group demons took their seats, the orchestra was ready, the sound of three heavy drums sounded, the music sounded, the dance girl and the song girl entered, and the skirt swayed.
Xinxue whispered: "Wish to dance for the king."
Lingshan's lips twitched a smile, patting the opponent's waist: "Go."
He looked around the field and wondered where Meng Xueli was hiding? Are you still suffocating when you see Que Xianming?
After losing the demon body, he dare to come to the demon world and dare to enter the demon palace. Since you are here, do you want to go?

Outside the Palace of the Demon King, the lanterns of fireworks are as bright as the day. The little demon got the wine from King Lingshan, sang high songs, and celebrated the city.
Only the prison in the west of the city, as always, the air is quiet and well-guarded, like a cold spectator watching the absurd drama.
Fengyue City gathers the three realms of Shengjing, saying that "gathering" is inaccurate, and it should be a pile of extravagance. Even the big prison in the city was built on the basis of the abyss of the demon world. It has a total of 18 floors, and a spiral stone ladder is chiseled underground, extending spirally and directly reaching the underground river.
Ji Xiao didn't quite understand this kind of "stacking" aesthetic. As long as his companion warms his small stove, and the small platform that can watch the stars, compared with other demon, the requirements are really low.
The underground air was turbid and cold, and the demon soldiers with sensitive senses were patrolling with torches and looked alert. Ji Xiao walked past them, just like the night tour of Fengyue City alone the other day.
If he is the only one, the breath can be melted in all things, and the light is the same as the dust. It is convenient to come and go naturally, but he came to prison.
The town demon tower only holds white cranes and purple foxes, and its symbolic significance is higher than its practical value. The water dungeon was squeezed, and the iron fence separated a cage, and the demon clan turned into a prototype, and it screamed like a hairspring, accompanied by the murmur of the dark river.
The only human race has the special treatment of monopolizing the bottom. He was penetrated by two chains of scapula, his legs were soaked in the corrosive icy black water, his hair bun was scattered, and his robe was damaged.
Ji Xiao went to the water and the man heard the movement and slowly looked up, his face surprised.
Ji Xiao saw the face of the teenager, it really was not Jing Di, it looked younger than Jing Di, his face was still green and childish, but his eyes were somber and cold, forming a great contrast.
Ji Xiao fed him a Healing Spirit Pill, and a sword gas cut off the iron rope. The teenager nearly fell into the water, Ji Xiao lifted the other side, prone to explore his pulse, frowning slightly. Skin wounds can be healed by medicine, and the inner meridians need to be slowly adjusted.
"Go." Ji Xiao was concise.
The young man did not ask too much time, and called out the long sword directly from the storage bag, followed by him with a sword post.
Suddenly, chaotic footsteps sounded in the darkness, and the sound of Bingjia's striking, only heard a loud drink from the height:
"The king said that if he didn't kill him first, someone would come to rescue him, and it was true! King Yingming!"
Countless torches ignited, and the dark water cell suddenly became bright. Enemies on all sides, as for the only exit, the spirally rising stone steps are already covered with ferocious demon soldiers, extending to the end of sight.
The demon will shout loudly: "The ground exit is locked, you can't fly with wings!"
He raised his head and laughed, but found that the two human races had no expression.
The teenager looked at Ji Xiao and asked hoarsely, "Do you know me?"
Ji Xiao shook his head, really not knowing.
"You don't know me, but I know you. I've seen your sword track, over the secret realm. I know who you are."
Ji Xiao did not speak, his left hand fell behind him, his right hand extended.
"Slap." Ning Wei didn't hesitate and handed the hilt--Jianzun stretched out his hand, of course, to borrow the sword. Otherwise, still borrow money?
In the courtyard of the mysterious central city, a sword pierced the sky and seriously injured the Zhou family to worship. To be able to use such a sword, it is not only Xiao Chunyun, a disciple of Changchun Peak.
Ning Wei prematurely tasted the warmth and coldness of the world. It was just a temptation to see the other party's reaction, and I was more certain.
Regardless of whether Ji Xiao was remodeled, reincarnated, or reincarnated, or whatever, in short, Sword Respect is still alive.
So although he was trapped at the moment, although he did not know why the other party was willing to save him, he was calm in his heart. Some people, even if there is only a ray of wandering souls, give people a sense of "do nothing".
The demon will see the two of them dare to chat with no one else and anger: "Go!"
Ji Xiao draws a sword half an inch, the blade is thin and clear, such as drawing out a lingling moonlight, the black water shines brightly.
Ning Weidao: "This sword is named" Silver Hook "."
Ji Xiao said lightly: "Last time I saw it, I didn't call it yet."
Ning Wei was puzzled and was about to ask questions. Suddenly a bright light shot from the scabbard, causing him to close his eyes for a moment.
Sword qi is like a violent wind, and the demon soldiers on the four sides are too late to scream, only to see a flower in front of them, suddenly fall down and hit the water, splashing heavy waves.
"Silver Hook" is held in Ji Xiao's hands, not like moonlight, but like electric light.
Ji Xiao held the sword in one hand, killed while walking, and supported the junior with one hand. The "silver hook" sword handle was cold, reminding him of old things.
That was more than two hundred years ago. Ji Xiao is still young, the sword sword is beginning to become famous, and walking down the mountain is not famous. Most of them are exploring treasures, collecting all kinds of classics, answering doubts in his practice, and looking for materials for refining and alchemy for Hu Wang.
Remember that time, the grass that Hu Wushi requested was not easy to preserve, and needed to be used now. He had to take Hu Wuji with him, who knew that he would meet Jianxiu narrow road all the way to Mingyue Lake.
Hanshan and Mingyue Lake differ in the number of swordsmanship paths, and the dispute over Taoism has been around for a long time. The same generation Jianxiu meets, it is more likely than the sword.
However, the Mingyue Lake team has a large number of people, is old, and has a high state. But just let the two off Han Shan, and made them unwilling, so they wanted to move their mouths and make a prestige. So he proposed to conduct a "verbal discussion on the sword and friendly discussions."
The first disciple of Mingyue Lake's leading disciple made his first statement, saying to himself: "My sword is named" Zhan Yutu "."
Ji Xiao held the wooden sword "Frightening Rain" and nodded lightly.
However, Hu Su seemed to hear the joke, and suddenly burst out laughing: "What do you call it again?"
The flying birds on the branches spoiled the solemn and solemn atmosphere of argument.
The disciple said with air: "Have you never heard of 'Denglouzhanyutu', the meaning of going upstairs to see the moon, I practiced the moon swordsmanship, the sword name 'Zhanyutu', what's wrong!"
The other party had already explained it seriously, but Hu Ran still laughed, covering his stomach with one hand and holding Xiaoxiao's shoulder with one hand, unable to straighten his waist: "Little Jade Rabbit, Master, do you still have the heart to fight?"
The other side scolded: "You laugh too? Who doesn't know, you are the shame of Han Shan, you know nothing about sword tactics, all day long pondering the evil way of the crooked door, only hiding behind the master's prestige!"
Hu Chao: "You don't have a brother, jealous of me."
The disciples of Mingyue Lake felt deeply insulted, gave up their arguments, and invited to fight in anger, Ji Xiao had to draw a sword. After the fight, tell Hu Want not to make fun of others, no matter what the name of the sword is.
Hu Chao: "Are you afraid you won't win?"
Ji Xiao: "It is easy to win, but there is no need to delay time."
Ji Xiao now seems that he didn't discern the world situation, and there were many things wrong. Such words should not be said in front of the disciples of Mingyue Lake. They are still young, and if the Tao is not strong, it will leave a shadow.
Later, he never saw those disciples who suffered a fiasco. He only heard that the sword was renamed and renamed "Silver Hook".
I do n’t know if it ’s the past and the old grievances that have been written off, or the grievances like crochet, do n’t forget the meaning of the previous shame. I am afraid only Mingyue Lake is known to halal talents.
If there is no accident, the name of the sword will not be changed easily, just like the name of a person. Unfortunately, the fate of man is unpredictable, and so is the sword.
Today, a forsaken disciple, a forsaken son on a chessboard, holds a forsaken sword. Swords and people have the same fate.