Chapter 257: East China Sea

The bottom of the East China Sea is dark, and since the Wolf King sent troops to conquer the East China Sea Dragon Palace, it has become a ruin, with only ruins left.
Now, the East China Sea has become the territory of the Demon Race, and the Demon Race has destroyed the Wolf King. Not only the Tianlang Mountain, but also the adjacent East China Sea are already the area of ​​influence of the Demon Race.
At the time when the two clans of the gods and demons were fighting, although the demons had collected the East China Sea, they had not had time to repair the ruins on the bottom of the sea, and only sent a few troops to garrison.
A few days ago, this place became a place of exile for the magic flute of the wolf clan clan. The once proud, noble and invincible wolf king magic flute was abolished for cultivation, and was imprisoned on the dark bottom of the East China Sea, and will never return to the demon clan.
On the dark bottom of the sea, the hands and feet of the Magic Flute were all locked by a thick chain made of black iron, and even the neck was covered with a thick neck ring. The chain was deeply buried in the lava on the bottom of the sea, making him unable to move.
The ripples of the water caused the chain to swing up and down, and the rough black iron on the chain kept rubbing against his skin, and it was stained with blood. This configuration is undoubtedly a painful torture for him who has no cultivation base at the moment.
The wound on his abdomen was not healed, and blood was still oozing inside, and through his white robe, bright blood flowers were stained.
The Magic Flute was pale, gritted his teeth and endured without saying a word. Although he had lost his seat as the Wolf King, he still had the pride of the Wolf King.
On this dark seabed, all the soldiers arranged by Lingxuan to guard him were the soldiers of the Liehu clan, and the magic flute sneered in his heart: "Lingxuan, you are really vicious enough, knowing that I was guilty with the Liehu clan while escaping, but deliberately let Liehu The tigers came to watch me.
what are you worried about? I'm worried that my life in captivity is going too well. Would you like to help me with something? You are indeed a good brother of Moxian, you are always thinking of him.
It's just that you made the wrong calculation. My Magic Flute is not so easy to die, and it won't be so easy to admit defeat. The Magic String gave me today, and he will give it back to him. "
It's almost done. He counted the time silently. The dead soldier he sent out before his exile should have delivered the letter.
In fact, if there is no magic string, the magic flute will become the most powerful king of the demon clan. He is considered to have no plans, and he is scheming, even his elder brother magic string was calculated by him, and he almost died in Frostblade Valley.
It's a pity that he was careless for a while and lost all the games. Strictly speaking, he didn't lose to Moxian, but to himself. He fell in love with Fanyue.
For her, he lost to Moxian after all, but he didn't regret it. Moxian saved his life. As long as he doesn't die, he has a chance.
He quietly endured and waited, and the people he was waiting for should also be there. According to his judgment, that person does not have such good patience, and he will definitely appear these days.
Suddenly, the water in front of him vibrated slightly, and the magic flute's eyes moved and smiled softly: "You are here, I thought, you want me to wait two more days."
A cold voice sounded faintly, and the voice of the person who came was full of unkindness: "I'm just curious, how stupid is the magic string? For that woman, even his own brother can be exiled.
You know, what I am most happy to see is that you two brothers are unlucky. I just can't help but come over and take a look at such a good thing. "
A beautiful figure appeared. Seen from the back, with light steps and soft waist, she walked to the magic flute with a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, and looked at him carefully.
The magic flute raised his head, smiled slightly, and said, "Then, Feng Ling, are you satisfied with how I am now?"
The visitor was Feng Ling, the Yu clan princess who rushed to the Demon Clan but was rejected by the Demon Xian in public.
After two months of not seeing each other, Feng Ling is already a different person. She is no longer the innocent and beautiful woman who is proud of the demons banquet and upsets all living beings.
Moxian's refusal to marry and Fanyue's humiliation became her life's shame, making her a joke. She is no longer the target of everyone's pursuit, and the men who she had arrogantly rejected before have even added fuel to the fire, slandering her and laughing at her even more vigorously.
She became an abandoned woman whom no one in the six realms pursued and was despised everywhere. Those sinister men who tended to be on the sidelines of the flames, afraid of offending the devil, no one dared to marry her. Even her grandfather and her clansmen blamed her for her waywardness and mischief, offending such a powerful force as the Demon Race, and making the clansmen unlucky to follow her.
Her head full of blue silk was cut off by her hands in the demon clan. Her original feminine face was swallowed by hatred and viciousness, making her face always showing a kind of acrimony and resentment. She has completely turned into a resentment. No one dared to get close anymore.
And all this was given to her by the person named Moxian. She had vowed long ago that even if the Yu clan didn't help her, she would avenge her by her own strength and seek justice for herself, so that Moxian would die.
Therefore, Magic Flute only sent a message, snapped her fingers, and she came over and appeared in the East China Sea, waiting for God to give her a chance for revenge.
Feng Ling frowned, looked at the magic flute, and said disgustedly: "Yeah! Not bad, watching the magic string make you look like a ghost, I feel much better. It's just..."
She paused, and suddenly walked to the magic flute, making an electric shot and making two "pops". The magic flute's face immediately showed red fingerprints and a trace of blood leaked from the corners of her mouth.
She clapped her hands and continued: "That's better, Magic Flute, don't think I don't know? You are not a good thing either. These two slaps are in return for the humiliation you gave me at the banquet that day.
You fall into the field where you are today. You deserve it. If I remember correctly, don't you also like that bitch? Even that blocked my hidden weapon.
If it weren't for you, that would have died..."
Magic Flute sneered and said: "She is dead, do you think Magic String will let you go? If it weren't for me, you would have died in Magic String's hands a long time ago."
Feng Ling yelled sharply, "Do you think I am alive now? I would rather kill that bitch, even if I was killed by the magic string, at least I would die cleanly.
I'm dead, and I don't want Moxian to get better, as long as I kill that bitch, it will make him sad for a lifetime. At least, I have revenge, and I don't need to be as humiliated as I am now! "
The magic flute looked at Feng Ling quietly, and said softly: "Since it's here, then join me and send the magic string to hell."
Feng Ling calmed down, glanced at the magic flute, and mocked: "You mean...you want to cooperate with me? Tell me, why are you? Look at you like this, you think you are still the head of the demon clan, wolf clan The king? You are not as good as a dog now. What can you do with me?"
The Magic Flute lowered his head, a trace of insidiousness flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to be thinking.
He raised his head and smiled and said, "Feng Ling, if you can come over, it means that you don't want to let go of any chance to avenge the magic string. I can call you over, naturally there is my way.
Do you want to take a chance? You decide for yourself, and you help me without any loss to you. At least, we have a common enemy. "
Feng Ling narrowed his eyes and looked at the magic flute, a little hesitant.
The Magic Flute looked at her with deep eyes and a calm complexion.
For a long time, Feng Ling smiled and said softly: "Magic Flute, you are right to bet, I will give you this opportunity, I was thinking, you are so vicious and scheming, you should not let me down.
However, I am not a three-year-old kid anymore, since you want my help. You are telling me what benefits you can give me. Your plan is to make me bet on myself, and even the feather clan behind me, I always have to collect some interest and get some benefits! "
The magic flute laughed loudly: "Feng Ling, your appearance is much cuter than the pretense you used to be at the demon banquet. If you were like this earlier, maybe I would like you, and marrying you might not be the case."
Feng Ling furiously stepped forward and slapped Magic Flute's face with a slap.
Angrily shouted: "Magic Flute, are you tired of living? Don't think that if I promise to cooperate with you, I won't kill you. If you dare to humiliate me, I will kill you!
Please be honest with me, give you one last chance, speak quickly, or I will throw you to feed the dog! "
The magic flute's face was cold, staring at Feng Ling, for a long while, he sighed, stuck out his tongue, and licked his cracked lips.
Said coldly: "Okay! I tell you, if you help me.
In the future, I will return to the Demon Race, and I will be in power. I will help you kill the Demon String, and the half of the Demon Race will send you the Yuzu. "
Feng Ling's eyes moved, and she repeated calculations in her heart. She looked at Magic Flute and said coldly, "It sounds good, but I have one more condition."
Magic Flute stared at her, a little hesitant, silent for a while, and said coldly: "Okay! You say! What are the conditions?"
Feng Ling smiled slightly, pulling a wicked arc at the corner of her mouth, slowly approached the magic flute, and touched the wound on the corner of the magic flute's mouth with her finger.
The magic flute's face was cold, don't turn away, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "If you have any conditions, just say it! Don't be fooled."
Feng Ling twisted his face abruptly, and said fiercely: "Magic Flute, what are you pretending to be noble? I am doing this now, thanks to your brothers, you want me to help you? Good!
My only condition is that you must marry me after it's done. "
The Magic Flute was shocked and looked at Feng Ling with deep eyes and remained silent.
Feng Ling's eyes were full of resentment, and she sneered: "Magic Flute, don't you keep trying to get revenge? Now you can't even do this small condition. What revenge is there?"
The magic flute had cold eyes, looked at Feng Ling, and said coldly: "Feng Ling! Why do you bother yourself? I don't love you. Even if I marry you, you won't be happy. Why should I mislead others and yourself?"
"Hahaha!" Feng Ling looked up to the sky and laughed, like a madman.
She pointed to the Magic Flute and cursed: "The Magic Flute! You hypocrite, although the Magic String is hateful, he is at least more confessed than you, you don't love me, haha! You give this reason simply.
Just why don't you confess? The reason you don’t marry me is that you really don’t love me?
Haha! Do you really think I am a fool? You still think of that bitch, you want to leave her seat and stay with her! "
The magic flute's face changed drastically, and he was furious, and roared: "Feng Ling, you lunatic, you can silence me! I don't allow you to scold her like that."
Feng Ling sneered: "I can't help but what if you don't allow it? You are a useless person now, Magic Flute, let me tell you, do you know who I hate most besides Magic String?
It's that bitch, if it weren't for her, Moxian would have married me long ago, all because of her, all because of her! I just made it like this.
I can't wait to twitch her, peel her skin, and cut off her face.
Look at you like this, it's just a trash. Did you forget that she abandoned you and followed Moxian, you fool, she used you to escape.
But they ran back to the magic string, they are so affectionate, but they make you suffer here, if it weren't for her, how could you do this? "
The Magic Flute lowered his head for a long time, and said softly: "I'm sorry! Feng Ling, you are right, we are both fallen into the world, why bother hurting each other.
If you make it like this, I am also responsible, good! I promise you that I am willing to marry you, not only to marry you, but also to treat you forever! "
Feng Ling was in a daze, looking at Mo Xian in disbelief, she muttered: "You...what you said is true? Are you really willing to marry me?"
The magic flute raised his head with a soft complexion, looked at Feng Ling, and said softly: "Of course it is true. You can marry you anytime you want me. You don't have to wait for me to return to the demon clan and lay down the country.
You are right, she doesn't want me, and being with Moxian, she doesn't deserve me to treat her well! And you, willing to help me at this time, of course I should marry you, good to you! "
Feng Ling was stunned. She looked at Magic Flute's handsome face that resembled Magic String, and she couldn't help but move her heart. Although the face of the magic flute is not as delicate as the magic string, it is also a rare beautiful man. Such a man's willingness to marry her is not considered insulting her.
It has been a long time since no man has spoken such soft words to her. Finally someone is willing to marry her, treat her well!
Her eyes moved and her face began to soften. She walked to the magic flute and gently stroked his beaten face.
Biting his lip, he said, "Does it hurt? Just now..."
The magic flute approached her, consciously or unconsciously brought his lips to her face, his breath came to her face.
He smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore! It was my fault just now, which made you angry."
Feng Ling's face flushed, she gave in, and raised her head and said, "Okay! As long as you promise to marry me, I will give you what you want. Now, what do you want me to do?"
The magic flute smiled evilly and said softly: "Um! Thank you! Feng Ling. Now, you cut off the chains, let go of me, and give me some spiritual power to help me heal my injuries."
Feng Ling nodded and said softly, "Then you can bear it, I'll be well soon!"
The magic flute nodded and watched Feng Ling lowered his head and pulled out the Feng Yu sword, a trace of hatred that was not easily detectable in his eyes.
Feng Ling raised her head, and Magic Flute looked at her with a smile.
The face turned red, Feng Ling was a little awkward, looked at the magic flute and smiled, sacrificed his spiritual power, danced Fengyu, "brush, brush, brush" with a few swords, and cut all the chains on the magic flute.
The magic flute got rid of the restriction. He hadn't moved for a long time, his body was stiff, and he fell straight forward. Feng Ling hurriedly raised the magic flute.
Asked with concern: "How are you?"
The magic flute leaned on Feng Ling, leaned on her to support her body, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I'm fine, maybe I've been locked for a long time, but I've been abolished for repairing, and the whole body's blood is solidified.
Give me some repairs first, and I will get better soon! "
Feng Ling nodded, raised the magic flute and sat down cross-legged, sitting behind the magic flute, and pressing the back of the magic flute with his palm, continuously injecting spiritual power into the magic flute.
The Magic Flute closed his eyes and said nothing, and channeled his spiritual power into his limbs. His blood gradually warmed and his limbs began to regain consciousness.
He opened his eyes, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his right hand opened, and his eyes moved.
A few shiny silver needles appeared in his hand, and he turned his head to look at Feng Ling.
He smiled slightly and said, "Feng Ling, you are so kind to me! How can I repay you for these good things?"
Feng Ling was a little strange. Suddenly, when she saw Magic Flute's face changed, she did not react.
The magic flute raised her hand, rustled a few times, and a few silver lights disappeared in her body. She screamed and rolled to the ground.
The Magic Flute murmured to himself: "Don't tell me, this nighthawk really has some good things, I have to thank him very much!"
Feng Ling was shocked and said angrily: "Magic Flute, are you crazy? What did you do to me?"
The Magic Flute stood up coldly and walked to her. She looked at the magic flute in horror, but saw the magic flute squatted down, making a fierce move, "Papa Papa!" Three slaps sounded crisply.
Feng Ling's face instantly swelled up and became blue and purple. She looked at Magic Flute and shouted in grief, "Magic Flute, you beast! I was kind enough to save you, and you actually calculated me!"
The magic flute suddenly twisted her from the ground, and sneered: "You kindly save me? Haha! Feng Ling, have you lost your memory?
Didn’t you just gloat, beat up and humiliated this king? Aren’t you the woman who persecuted my king triumphantly and insulted me?
Feng Ling, you stupid woman, I tell you, if a man hated you in the past, he will not like you in the future.
Look at you like this, what qualifications do you have to compare with my Yueer? Not to mention wishfully wanting me to marry you! "
Feng Ling was angry and shouted: "Magic Flute, you villain, you actually lied to me. You are more vicious than Devil's String. I won't be used by you anymore. Kill me!"
The magic flute laughed and said, "Kill you? Stop dreaming, Feng Ling, I have worked so hard to draw you here. If you haven't used it well, you want to die?
By the way, didn't you just say that you would give me what I want?
Death is too cheap for you, don't worry, I will not kill you, you are still useful to me, what a shame to kill. at least……"
He looked at Feng Ling and looked at her up and down. Feng Ling was horrified and said in horror: "Magic Flute, what do you want to do? Don't mess around, otherwise...otherwise the Yu Clan will not let you go!"
The Magic Flute looked at her contemptuously, and said coldly: "Feng Ling, do you think I care about the Yu clan? Your grandfather who is a stubborn kind of grandfather dare not even give up half of your marriage rejection. With this strength, you think he Will help you out?
You are extremely stupid. Actually, I don’t want much, but the blood and spiritual power of your body are great for me, nothing! Let me use it first. "
Feng Ling closed her eyes in despair, a drop of clear tears slowly flowed down her face, a pain in her wrist, and the blood of her whole body was continuously sucked into her body by the magic flute.