Chapter 100:

... He was, a sign of enchantment.
"Continue breaking ..." Ji Ting was struggling to get up, and Shanglu hurriedly helped her. After standing up shaky, she broke free of Shanglu's hand and walked anxiously towards him, "Continue breaking, you are very dangerous now ... ... "
After just two steps, she fell to the ground, and more blood bleed from the wound instantly.
"Master!" Shang Lu was eager to help her, but she waved her hand to stop it.
"Continuity, stop, if you continue like this, the repairs of thousands of years ago will be ruined today, stop!" Ji Ting gasped and looked at him.
On and off, she always had no reaction to her words. Only the whole body continued to form a black vortex, and the slightly spiritual objects in the temple were shaking uneasily because of his existence.
Ji Ting's wound was also interrupted by a half-cut sword. The sword was made of magic dragons and bones, and was most compatible with her spiritual power. Therefore, the wound could not heal. With the red liquid flowing out, there was her source Constant spiritual power. Shanglu is still mortal in the end, even if she had previously helped her to treat her injury, but the spiritual power is not as pure as her, and the effect is very weak.
If she wants to be better, she should meditate immediately to force her to continue listening, but she can continue to look like she is now, so she can't rest assured. As time passed, her spiritual power continued to be exhausted, and she would be exhausted when she saw it, but she couldn't care less about her, begging to see the break: "You calm down first, calm down ..."
"I'm just too calm to continue to lie to myself," looked at her intermittently and calmly, as if telling the truth, "your eyes, your heart, never facing me, I should not ... … Delusion to cover you. "
Immediately after the words fell, the pupils that had turned black immediately became red, and the whole person seemed to be remodeled. The white complexion became as flawless as porcelain, and the outline of the eyebrows remained unchanged, but it was more plain. The dark momentum makes people dare not look directly.
The wind in the dormitory was noisy for a while, and the screen vase suddenly exploded. As the rootless wind blew past, the fragments crossed the corner of Ji Ting's eyes, and a blood stain appeared, and the bleeding blood was blown away by the wind.
... He was, completely enchanted.
"Break off ..." The sword body still in the wound sensed the renewed breath, and suddenly rushed towards Ji Ting's shoulder towards him. Ji Ting was taken down a bit, and a spit bleeds.
She continued to look at her on the ground indifferently, her eyes moved from her face to her wound, and there was a little blood in her eyes.
For a long while, he dragged Yu Pei from his waist, expressionlessly, holding it in his hand in front of Ji Ting's face. A moment later, Yu Pei turned into flying sand, and the spiritual power originally saved in it was released. A brain of the brain heard the wound in the season, and the blood stopped instantly.
Ji Ting's wound healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. She struggled to get up and walked towards him, but when she was close to him, she was spitting blood again, and then fell weakly at his feet. She gritted her teeth and grabbed his ankle, and sighed. "I can help you, I will help you, don't be afraid ..."
"From today on, you will no longer be my master, nor will I be your apprentice anymore. We will make a stab at it, and if we meet again, it will be the same sword." Two consecutive swords gathered on the hand, and the sword turned to ashes in the next second.
An ash accidentally fell into Ji Tingyan's eyes, and her eyes were dry and painful for a moment, but she seemed ignorant and unconscious until she continued to disappear, and never returned.
Ji heard the magical spirit of God ’s sleeping palace, but he could n’t hide anyone ’s eyes, and everyone in the whole world knew it. Later, I do n’t know who transmitted it, and I knew that magical energy of that day was heard from Ji. The apprentice continued to break off, so there was another rumor that Ji Ting was hated because of love and love, and then the news of the demon king was killed and replaced by a new master, but these rumors Ji Ting completely missed.
After leaving on and off, Ji Ting sat alone for three days in a mess, until later he fainted and was moved to the side hall.
After being in a coma for more than two months, I opened my eyes and felt like I don't know what it is, until the next second I saw the eyes of a fallen fairy.
"Oh, I'm awake, it's shameful to be beaten like this by my apprentice." The fallen fairy taunted.
Ji Ting didn't refute, but Shang Lu looked at him with dissatisfaction: "Master has never recovered, and his spirits have risen sharply when he continues to break into the magic. It is normal for Master to fail."
"Just take care of her, the last one to take care of her like this, to see what happened, carefully followed his footsteps." The fallen fairy snorted. He went out for a big drink, and when he woke up, he found that the disciples were enchanted. Although there is no clear opposition between the immortals and the two, they are still accustomed to death by now. .
The disciples who have carefully taught for thousands of years said that it would be gone if there was no such thing. The reason for that was that they still hated with another master because of his love for life.
"I have decided to mention Shanglu as a close disciple. This matter was not discussed with you, but I just told you, did you hear it?" Fallen Xian sneered and looked at Ji Ting.
Before Ji listened, Shang Lu refused first: "I do n’t want to, Master Guanxian ’s disciples can only make interruptions, and it can only be interruptions. Do n’t think about him."
"I don't even talk to her. Do you think you have the right to refuse?" The fallen fairy glared at him, "If you don't agree, don't even think about asking me to take her medicine again to save her!"
"You!" Shang Lu frowned unhappyly, but hurried to bring tea and water after hearing the coughing sound of Ji Listen.
The fallen fairy was the most jealous of the apprentice's diligent attitude towards Ji Ting. Obviously he didn't bother too much, but why did the little white-eyed wolves like her so much?
Ji listened to Shang Lu's hand and took a sip of water, and then opened the quilt to get out of bed. Shang Lu hurriedly stopped her: "What do you want, I'll get it for you."
"I'm looking for continuity." Ji Ting didn't speak for a few months, and his foundation was still blank, his voice sounded weak and hoarse.
Shang Lu heard that he was silent, but the fallen immortal smiled ironically: "He is now the new master of the demon world. It is the time when the scenery is infinite. Do you, the person who harmed him, want to die in his hands? "
"New Master of the Devil Realm?" Ji Tingyun looked up, and for the first time looked straight at the fallen fairy after waking up.
The fallen fairy glanced at her: "No one knows where he went after he fell into the demon. It didn't take long for him to hear the news that the demon world changed hands. He heard a friend over there saying that he and the demon met in the East China Sea with new hatred. Together, the two men fought, fighting for three days and three nights to kill the demon king, and absorbed all his magic powers, and officially became the next generation king of the demon world. "
He paused for a moment, humming in an unknown way: "Everyone said that the heart demon erodes the heart and the spleen. I haven't seen anyone who eats the heart devil as a tonic to eat it. No wonder he has been working hard to cultivate, but he hasn't been refined. All talent is on the wrong way. "
Can be transformed by the power of the heart demon, he really is the material of the devil.
Ji Ting's eyes darkened, although the fallen fairy simplifies the process of continuity and the demon king's killing, but his degree of cleanliness must be on the verge of death, only to swallow the power of the disgusted person, otherwise let the demon king again Great, he couldn't touch it.
"So is he in Demon Realm now?" Ji Ting asked weakly.
The fallen immortal paused, his expression strangely: "Are you really going to find him?"
Ji didn't listen, but her eyes had already shown her thoughts.
"No!" From the moment she had been sarcastic about her fallen immortal, she suddenly became serious. "You are weak now, but you have no spiritual power, but if you go to the demon world in this way, in the eyes of the demons, it is superior. Tonic, I am afraid that before you enter the door of the demon world, you will be torn by the lower demons outside the door. "
"Will I go with Master?" Shang Lu immediately asked, but he was also particularly worried about continuity, but Master had been in a coma, and he dared not leave. Now when he saw that Master was going, he was moved again.
The fallen fairy glanced at him: "You were able to break into it originally through my artifacts, otherwise, based on your cultivation, you can break into the devil when you say break?"
"My cultivation has become more sophisticated." Shang Lu refused to accept. In the past few hundred years of Master's absence, he got a few chances. Now he is no longer a weak chicken who fought against the Devil.
The fallen fairy sneered, "Even if you have the ability to break into it, you can bring Ji to listen to this towing oil bottle. If they make a hit again like last time, are you sure you won't be fooled?"
"Master isn't dragging a bottle of oil!" Shang Lu heard that he vilified Master again, and immediately became anxious. When he finished speaking, he realized that it was not against him. Go, just us to see the continuation. "
The fallen fairy rebuked sharply: "Naughty! Are you kidding me when I stop you ?! Look at your master, if she is seriously injured again, she will die directly, you are sure that I am foolproof with you ?!"
Shang Lu was stunned, and then realized that he took it for granted. He hurriedly looked at Ji Ting, and just about to persuade him, he saw Ji Ting weakly lying back on the bed: "Sir, how long can I recover?"
"You meditate with peace. With my elixir in it, you can recover half of your power in just a hundred years." The fallen fairy saw her obedient, and her face finally looked better. "For us, time is not worth it. Now that you have become enchanted, you are as immortal as we are. You can rest assured that your health will continue to grow. "
Ji Ting closed his eyes tiredly: "I see, thank you, Your Excellency."
When the fallen fairy saw that she was going to sleep, she glanced at Shang Lu, who carefully helped Ji listen to cover the quilt, and went out behind the fallen fairy. Soon after the two went out, Ji Ting suddenly opened his eyes.
The wind of the demon world is different from the heavenly world. The wind of the heavenly world is cool, but it is filled with aura. The skin is stretched when it is blown on the body. Carry fireworks all day. And the wind of the devil world is like a knife, when it blows on the body like a dagger, it seems to want your blood to drip at any time.
Ji Ting was wearing a black cloak, which covered her from head to toe with a sturdy cover, revealing only a bloodless lip. In order not to become the prey of the lower demons, as she said in the fallen fairy mouth, she blocked all the spiritual power when she came. Although she became incapable of protecting herself, she was better than being fat in the eyes of others.
Passing through the gates of the Demon Realm, she staggered and continued to move forward, avoiding as many people as possible. After only a short walk, her back was soaked with sweat. She scoured around and chose one of the weakest demons and asked, "Which direction is the magic palace?"
The Mozu stopped and looked suspiciously at her wrapped package: "What are you going to do in the magic palace?"
"Look for an old friend." Ji's voice was still very dumb. After being blown by the wind for a long time, her body temperature was abnormally high and she should have a fever. The cultivator had a fever and a fever, and she encountered such a rare event.
The Devil squinted his eyes: "What old man?"
"A distant relative at home, on duty at the Magic Palace, I'll see him." Ji heard slightly panting.
The Mozu stared at her for a long time, and then suddenly sneered: "Since it is a distant relative, why go to see him? Even if you find a reason, please find something reliable."
"Can't a distant relative see it?" Ji Ting's cloak held his dagger calmly. Although she can't use the spiritual power at this moment, the Millennium Soldier can't make full use of her in her hands, but it is still easy to assassinate a lower demons.
"You didn't mix well, so did you come to join someone?" The Mozu looked at her completely and sneered dismissively. "I don't think you have any magic power. I guess it was plundered, right? It ’s so downcast, the dead duck has a hard mouth, what do you say to see people, why do n’t you go to see it? I'm the one who bothers you the most.

"... You learned it." Ji Ting's hand holding the dagger slightly relaxed.
The Mozu spoke her a few words with high spirits before giving her directions.
Ji Ting thanked exhaustedly, dragging his increasingly heavy body toward the magic palace. The closer the magic palace is, the heavier it is. In the past, she had spiritual protection and did not feel anything, but now she is making her every step difficult. By the time she reaches the gate of the palace, she is already struggling.
"Stop! Who are you ?!" The gate guard showed her weapon at her.
Ji Tinghan was like soybeans, falling down from his forehead along the contour line, holding his breath weakly: "I'm looking for the devil, and I'll let you know when I'm tired."
"Whoever you are, open your mouth to see the Demon King, get out of my hurry!" The guard sneered.
Ji Ting pursed his lips, but eventually he didn't insist, just walked to a corner not far from the palace door and sat down, watching the palace door in a daze.
Listening to what the guard just said, he knows that he is now in the magic palace, so one day he will come out. Holding this idea, Ji Ting quietly stayed there, just like she has been guarding her continuation for thousands of years, she would go to the guard every day to pass the pass, but every time she was impatiently sent In the end, I can only keep in the corner.
After many days passed, she woke up again from a coma. When she noticed the unusual atmosphere and looked impatient with her guard these days, she was standing seriously at the gate of the palace at the moment, and it seemed that some big man would appear. .
Ji Ting's heartbeat speeded up a little, she looked at it with certainty, although she was going to pass out a few times, but she persisted, for fear of missing something without paying attention. After waiting for a day, when her spirit was stretched to the extreme, the gate of the palace suddenly opened, and then a group of first-rate Demon rushed out.
She took a step forward unconsciously, and after seeing the first Mozu came out, she saw the continuation at the back. She hurriedly walked towards the other side, and the black cloak that broke in immediately caught the attention of the guards, and several guards simultaneously raised their swords at her: "What? Stop!"
"Continuity!" She yelled out his name, exhausting her strength.
He paused for a moment, and looked at her indifferently.
Ji Ting shook his body a few times, almost not falling, and his throat was hoarse and unpleasant after a few days of high fever, and his throat was particularly painful every time he said: "Will you go home with me?"
On and off watching her silently.
Regardless of the sharp knife in front of her, she took another step forward, her voice begging: "Will you come home with me?"
Family? There was a taunt of flashing in the bottom of her eyes, and she left expressionlessly. Ji Ting had to keep up, but was stopped by the guards. She looked at the senior guards in front of her, knowing that it was impossible to defeat them, and she had to stay. You can't just let your life go like this.
She was silent for a long time, turned silently back to her corner, fell to the ground and gasped silently, and passed out after a while. This time, the illness seemed to be more turbulent. The original high fever accompanied the blocked spiritual force, and the meridians were beaten inch by inch. She felt uncomfortable as if she was about to die.
... Are you going to die? She died and the world failed. Can she never see the continuity? Ji Ting's eyes slipped a tear, and he did not wait for the corner to evaporate on his face.
I don't know how long after that, a cold hand was suddenly placed on her forehead, and then a hint of coldness came from the palm of her hand, guiding her spiritual power to circulate in the body. The pain disappeared, Ji Ting's brow gradually stretched, and finally fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was already a few hours later, as soon as she opened her eyes, she felt that her body seemed to be better, the high fever that had never been gone, and her meridians were not as congested as before. Did it help her off and on? Ji heard the hand he noticed when he was in a coma, and he was skeptical for a while.
But before she had time to be happy, she thought of the cold stare when she saw her intermittently, and that little hope that was born was gone.
How could he save her if he hated himself so much? Ji heard a bitter smile and regretted his previous deception.
It was not until that day that she continued to break into the magic that she realized that some mistakes were not enough to make up for, and her damage to the break was already caused in his childhood. No matter how he made up later, his childhood scars would not disappear. She has been thinking these days, if the person who was with her in the dormitory that day was not Shanglu, he should also believe in himself.
But the other side is Shanglu, who is identified in his heart and is always the most important person for Ji Ting, so he will believe that he sees the fact more than Ji Ting's explanation.
Ji heard a sigh and shrank himself into a small ball.
She had returned to the palace when she was in a coma, so she still missed the second meeting and could only wait at the gate of the palace, but this time she refused to come out.
There is no too clear day and night in the devil world, the sky is always yellow and yellow, and the environment is always dark. After staying here for a long time, it is a bit difficult to know where to go, but Ji listens clearly knows that he has already It smells bad.
Blocking spiritual power in the veins meant that she could not use spiritual power to clean her body, and she always had high fever and sweat. Now she was full of unpleasant odor. Even if she had a habit of smelling, she would be caught every time she took a deep breath. Stinky fainting.
If she goes on like this, I'm afraid she'll be dirty to death before waiting for the interruption to appear. Ji listened and thought for a long time, and once again came to the gate guard: "Can you help me to send a worship message to the demon king?"
"Why are you here again? Hurry up! The smell of the lord again, the lord kills you!" The guard was furious.
Ji Ting stood still: "Trouble telling me, if he still refuses to see me, I will disappear." She has come from this world and is the supreme god. Except for those decades, she has always been It's been a long time since I lived so high that I hadn't been so quiet.
However, the other party didn't buy the bill. She kicked her to the abdomen, and she was scooped out like a rag, and fell down to a distance of three meters. When the body touched the ground, the five internal organs and the six entrails seemed to have been drilled and shattered. She spit out blood on the side of her, and the cape cap fell down, exposing the delicate face.
At this moment, her face was pale, but there was abnormal redness on her cheeks. She looked sick and beautiful, like a ripe fruit. Everyone knew that the next moment would be , but no one could deny her beauty at this time. It's captivating.
The guard did not expect that under the black cloak, it was such a stunning beauty. He straightened his eyes for a while, and after the reaction came, a wry smile appeared on his face, rubbing his hands and approaching her: "Although it was a little dirty You can still use it, but if you are lucky with me, you can follow me later. "
Talking to Ji Ting, he grabbed her. His foot hurt Ji Ting's spleen and lungs, and she was staring at him at this moment, unable to give up the slightest effort to resist.
When the guard's rough hand was close to his body, Ji Ting closed his eyes in despair, and heard the guard's scream the next second. She realized what, opened her eyes sharply, the guard had turned into ashes in front of her, and behind the ashes was the prestigious noble devil.
"Continued ..." Ji Ting's eyes were slightly moist.
Continued section looked at her expressionlessly: "I said that, never let me see you again in this life."
"Would you like to go home with me?" Ji Ting reached out to him, then saw that her dirty hands were still stained with blood, which was so dirty and disgusting, that she immediately froze.
The interruption was still standing still, and said lightly: "I will tell you to leave."
"If you don't go, I won't go." Although embarrassed, Ji Ting still said this.
He continued to ignore her and turned towards the palace. Ji Ting looked at his unrelenting back and closed his eyes in despair, and then saw the black ash turned by the just guards, and suddenly a thought came out in his heart—
If he didn't have himself in his heart, why would he suddenly appear to save her?
In order to verify this idea, Ji Ting stretched out his hand without hesitation, and hit his own heart without hesitation after gathering spiritual power in his palm.
When he stepped into the gate of the magic palace, he heard a clear sound of blood spitting from behind, and the whole person froze.
After Ji Tingzhen injured his heart, he fell to the ground. Before he was unconscious, he saw a tall figure walking towards himself, and finally closed his eyes safely. No wonder he always liked to use this trick to deal with himself, and it turned out that the effect was significant, but unfortunately it hurts too much.
She had a bunch of abdomen and finally fainted completely. When she woke up again, her eyes saw a very familiar place.
"Master, are you awake ?!" Shang Lu looked at her anxiously, his eyes were exhausted.
Ji Ting's heart rose a little bad hunch: "Where am I?"
"... Temple, the demon people brought you to Master Fallen Fairy, and Master Fallen Fairy brought you back again." Shang Lu said, his voice couldn't help being quiet.
Ji listened for a long time, and finally laughed. Shang Lu smiled a little at her smile: "Master, don't you be enchanted at once."
"I'm a god, how could it be so easy to get into magic." Ji Ting scanned him.
Shanglu mumbled: "The continuity is still for the person who is about to soar, and it is not easy to get into magic."
"Okay, you go out first." Ji Ting closed his eyes tiredly.
Shanglu couldn't rest assured: "You won't go to see him again this time? Or wait for your health, shall we go together again?"
"Go out." Ji Ting frowned.
Shang Lu didn't dare to disobey her intentions and had to leave step by step. After he left, Ji Ting dragged his sick body towards the Demon Realm, and then guarded the newly-received palace gate as before: "Can you trouble me to inform me?"
The new guard who knows exactly how the last guard died: "..."
In order not to repeat the same mistake, he farted and informed him, and opened his eyes while continuing to meditate and practice, his eyes were frosty: "Is she here again?"
"... Yes." The guard watched the Devil look at this moment, scared into a small one.
After a long silence, he finally said, "Call her in."
"Yes!" The guard finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to invite someone.
Ji heard the news of letting himself in, and raised his eyebrows in surprise, and immediately followed the guard to enter. When she arrived at the main hall, the discontinuity was already waiting there. Today he is a demon king, wearing a black robe with ancient beasts embroidered, hair tied with millennium cold jade, and Rao Shiji dislikes black, and also thinks he is very suitable for this dress.
His aura and his talents are all inconsistent with the right way, but it is not unexpected here. Perhaps the fallen fairy is right, the continuity is inherently suitable here.
"Continued." Ji Ting gently called him.
Glancing at her with interrupted eyes, "Why come back?"
"My husband is here, and I naturally want to come over, unless he goes home with me, I will not come back." Ji Tingding looked at him.
He continued to hear that the corners of his lips were hooked, and a strong mockery was going to overflow from his eyes: "Fu Jun?"
"Yes." Ji took a step forward, endured the discomfort brought by his aura, and came to him, "If you don't want to follow me, I will stay."
"Ji sounds like God is willing to stay in this pickled place in the Devil Realm?" He continued to look at her eyes.
Ji Ting's face was a little pale, and she smiled lightly: "For you, you can go anywhere."
"I would be so happy if you said these things in the next few months," continued to look at her with sarcasm. "Unfortunately, it's late."
Ji Ting felt a pain in his heart. As soon as he reached out to caress his sleeve, he threw away his sleeve and left: "If you want to stay, keep it. The magic palace doesn't lack you a bite, but no more. Delusional. "
... People who had lost sight of her before, promised her to stay now. How could she think more if he did not give in step by step. Ji Ting looked at the direction where he disappeared, his eyes were full of distress for him.
Ji Ting really stayed, but only lived in the palace farthest from the continuum. There were more than ten Demon women watching her all day, forbidding her to step out of the palace door, let alone find a continuation Broke, not even freedom.
According to the continuation, if she could bear this life, she would stay here.
Ji Ting didn't feel so sad. Someone was serving delicious and delicious, and was next to the continuity. Although she couldn't meet him, she was satisfied, the only thing that was not very satisfying--
"Ji sounds god, it's time to take medicine." A Demon woman came over with the medicine.
Ji listened to the soup medicine, and his face became bitter: "My deity has been drinking for more than ten days, and I want to come back to the same level. Why should I drink it?"
The only thing that is not very satisfactory is that after the spiritual blockade, she is just like an ordinary person. She can only rely on the decoction of the world to nourish her body, and she cannot use all kinds of herbs with spiritual power, otherwise it will easily cause the same as the last high fever Spiritual powers scurry.
"His Royal Highness said that the Magic Palace is not what anyone wants to stay. Since God wants to stay here, he has to eat the bitterness that ordinary people don't have. If God doesn't want to eat, then he is gone." Demon woman face indifferent.
Ji listened to this identity of God. There is no human right here. Who told her to be the one to be left dead. After confronting the Mozu woman for a moment, she sighed frankly, took the bowl and drank the soup, and her face became wrinkled immediately after drinking.
The Demon woman had to leave when she took the medicine bowl. Ji Ting hurriedly stopped her. After she looked at herself, she was a bit embarrassed.
The Mozu woman pondered for a moment, and shook her head firmly in her expectant eyes: "No."
"..."
"Going to God has come to suffer, if it is a candied fruit, is it still suffering?"
Ji Ting: "..." I have to say that the intermittent revenge method is strange, but it really hit her with precision. She has always been tired of bitterness, but now she has to drink three meals a day, and she has no appetite.
After the Mozu woman left, Ji listened to the bed with a sullen expression, and patted her heart to sleep slowly. I have to say that although this medicine is strangely bitter, it is still somewhat useful, at least the stagnation of her heart has been much smoother.
Ji Ting rolled over lazily, and soon fell asleep. While she was asleep, the Demon woman took the empty medicine bowl to find a resumption of life. After seeing him, she gave a gift: "Her Royal Highness, the has drank all the medicine, and she asked her slave Candied fruit. "
"Not allowed," continued off lightly.
The demon woman leaned over: "No slave gave."
"Well, go on." The discontinuity stopped looking at her.
The Mozu woman was unable to stand up, and continued to look coldly. The demons woman summoned courage: "Slave has something to say."
"Say."
"If His Royal Highness wants to punish the gods with bitterness, in fact, he doesn't need to ask people to spend two or three hours a day to boil those medicines. He just needs to go to the cliff to pick a medicine called dumb bitter water. The medicine is so bitter that one can taste bitter for three days with one sip, even more soaked in water ... "
With half that said, she stopped talking in the eyes of ‘you ’re already a dead man’, and knelt down on the ground trembling,
Slave knows wrong! Slave knows wrong!

"Get out of the palace and don't get closer to the palace door for a half step."
The Demon Woman ran away and crawled, and continued to look ugly, only to return to normal after a long time.
When Ji He woke up, she found that she had changed a girl to give her medicine, and the girl was so pretty that she didn't seem to be a passerby at first sight.
Sure enough, the girl greeted her as soon as she saw her. After looking around, she whispered, "Hello, Master, I am a friend of Shanglu. Shanglu is not assured of you, so I went into the palace to serve. I didn't expect to be chosen for you so coincidentally. "
"It turned out to be like this, don't bother you, I'm fine here." Ji listened and smiled.
The girl snorted softly: "What's the matter, I have heard that the demon king wants you to drink bitter medicine every day, and I want to torture you. In the future, you can pour the medicine, and you don't have to drink it."
"Since he wants me to drink, I'll drink it." Ji didn't pay much attention, and drank the bitter medicine after speaking, because he still had a little idol baggage in front of the apprentice, and he endured it. The urge to grin your teeth.
The girl looked at her, but her face wrinkled: "God is not a god, it is god, and patience is good. I had a taste of it earlier, and I almost didn't breathe."
Ji laughed: "Speaking, Shanglu hasn't told me your name."
"My name is Demon Rain Demon, just call me demon and demon." The girl smiled generously.
Ji Ting's smile suddenly stiffened, and a few big words flashed in his head—
You Yuji! Wasn't that the first wife's name? !!
"Master God, what's wrong with you?" The girl looked at her in confusion.
She even stayed with Shanglu. Did she change the cp line ... no! If it really changed course, why go around and go to the magic palace again? Ji Ting, who has traveled through several worlds, is also familiar with the novel's routines. For the continuation and demon Yuji who can be brought together, there is no reason other than the word fate.
Ji Tingping gave birth to a crisis, afraid of his man's empathy, and another apprentice being green. No, she can't go on like this, she must make up with the continuity quickly, lest he fall in love with others when he doesn't forgive her.
"Master God?" Demon Yuji worried.
Ji Ting reluctantly laughed: "I'm fine, others may doubt, you go back first."
"okay."
Ji Ting waited for her to leave, and immediately moved around the room anxiously, thinking for a long time before coming up with a solution.
That night, Ji heard that God was suddenly 'ill', and it would be good if His Royal Highness the Lord went to see for himself.
The author has something to say: Ji Ji listens: If spiritual communication is ineffective, it can only be used in the most primitive way. First, deceive people.
Chuaner: Purely innocent does not understand but would like to cooperate
I promised to get off the horse, I forgot to write it, so let ’s drop it in five hundred words in the next chapter (no double change! The next chapter is tomorrow morning at nine o'clock! That ’s only a dozen hours. 2k novel reading network