A gentle word can bring salvation to some people, while to others it can bring catastrophe.

A'luo seemed to have experienced all the vicissitudes of life in an instant, and his eyes were filled with dead water.

So what if he was reborn with memories, what if he took charge of the demon world and plotted against the six realms?

So what if she changed everything with her own hands and broke the red thread of their own destiny?

She naively thought that she would let him be abandoned by all living beings and forgotten by history from birth to death, fall into darkness forever like her, and turn him into a person like her, a demon in the same world...

Then he can have nothing to do with Tianxi and Yunrong forever.

But no matter what she did, she still couldn't escape the word "lady".

In that life, he clearly never called her "ma'am".

At least, it’s just senior sister...

The black-robed Yun Rong was also in extremely complicated mood.

Didn’t you say it was just for detoxification?

Since it was to save people and detoxify, it should be done in a business-like manner, but how could it suddenly turn into the gentle and affectionate atmosphere of a newlywed couple's bridal chamber with flowers and candles?

To detoxify, cultivate relationships, and play some role-playing to add some fun, right?

Her inner demons really know how to play.

At this time, the wind suddenly picked up.

The waning moon in the sky turned into a crescent moon like an eyebrow. In the Beiyuan Forest shrouded in mist, light snow began to fall at some point.

The fine snow fell continuously, like light catkins flying, and the miasma of spiritual mist in the peach blossom forest trees was blown away by the sudden snowstorm.

The wind roared from nowhere, causing the robes and clothes hanging on the branches to flutter wildly. The wind was extremely strong as high as the huge peach tree.

But in the blink of an eye, the clothes that were blown up were blown to nowhere.

The snow is falling more and more.

The scorching peach-colored branches were soon bent by the snow and frozen into frost, and the wind carried the snowflakes flying around.

Creak... creak...

The sound of the soles of boots grinding against the fluffy snow was heard.

A tall and slender figure appeared in the wind and snow. The wind and snow were light, with a slender waist. A purple-dark figure swayed slowly. In the scorching color of the frost, the beautiful figure

His eyebrows gradually became clearer.

A jewel hidden in the dark-haired ear sometimes dances with a bright fiery red meaning, which is very dazzling in this pale and profound night.

The clothes that had been blown away by the wind and snow somehow fell into her hands at this moment, completely intact.

In the other hand, he held a succubus woman who had half of her body transformed into spirit and was in a coma.

The black-robed Yunrong saw the person coming clearly, and his expression instantly became solemn: "...Four Rivers are not smoke."

For the Tianxi Sword Sect, the threat of Liuhe in the Demon World is second only to the Demon Lord. Now that the Demon Lord is seriously injured and trapped in a tree cage, there is no threat for the time being.

But the Lord of the Demonic River had to arouse her vigilance and attention.

A'luo saw the face clearly in the wind and snow. He was startled for a moment, and then slowly narrowed his eyes: "Ning Feiyan, are you still alive?"

Ning Feiyan strolled over, the orb pendant in her ear swaying slightly, she smiled and said: "Since the Demon Emperor of Beiyuan can die, it is not a miracle that I am alive, right?"

A'rao's eyes fell on her ears, and his pupils shrank violently, as if he suddenly understood something. He turned to look at Bailian, smiled sadly, and said: "So you came to the Hades Palace to look for me that day, and you were just pretending to be angry.

In just one scene, it’s hard for you to try so hard to protect her. Thousands of miles away, I didn’t know you had the ability to stretch out your hand to protect her so long.”

His Majesty the Demon King began to play tricks again. While questioning Balian, he also secretly expressed to Yun Rong the ambiguous relationship between him and Ning Feiyan.

Invisibly, the conflict between Yun Rong and Ning Feiyan was subtly provoked.

Not to mention that the poison had just been detoxified, and the clothes of the two people had fallen into Ning Feiyan's hands. At that time, she was looking through the mist, looking intently at the two people who had not yet separated.

You know what's going on without even thinking about it.

A'luo knew that Ning Feiyan was arrogant and arrogant. She was pregnant with his child and came all the way here to find the realm gate. It was partly because of him.

After finally escaping from death, looking at this scene, I knew something good was going to happen.

Demons have always had a far greater sense of domain than other races.

A'luo is trapped at this time and cannot cure Yun Rong, but it does not mean that Ning Feiyan, a ruthless character, cannot cure her.

Ning Feiyan was very thick-skinned, and his eyes were direct and unavoidable as he looked at the two of them.

Yun Rong was a shameless person, so she hid behind Balian's body uncomfortably.

The atmosphere was extremely weird for a while.

Balian never expected to meet Ning Feiyan under such circumstances. He was relieved to see that she was fine, but what was embarrassing was that she came at the wrong time.

Ning Feiyan seemed to be back to the way she was when they first met. Her smiling eyes were filled with just the right amount of gentleness and kindness. She was dressed in the color of wind, snow and fog, and put on that mask of perfect smile. She looked gentle.

Speak carefully.

She held the clothes in her hands very considerately and walked slowly to the two of them.

Bai Lian hurriedly summoned the new clothes made of green water and put them on Yun Rong and himself. He noticed the red makeup in Ning Feiyan's hand, and half of his body was transformed into spirit. It was hard to save him from this look.

But she said she didn't care about Hongzhuang's life or death, but she still couldn't leave her alone.

Before Balian could ask what was going on, Ning Feiyan had already casually thrown aside the red makeup in her hand, reached out to fumble among the clothes between her arms for a moment, and then pulled out a white coat.

The snow-white clothes are blooming with a scorching color, like the most moving flower table in the world.

Yun Rong's pretty face turned red to her ears, and she wanted to reach out and grab it.

Ning Feiyan, however, was serious, folding the little clothes into a neat square shape, and then handed it back to her. A pair of lover's eyes showed a bit of romance: "This thing is precious, Sister Rong, please be careful when handling it."

alright."

This call of 'Sister Rong' is really crisp and sweet, and extremely pleasant to the ear.

So much so that another person, Mr. Yun Rong, shuddered for life and felt that his life span was greatly shortened.

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A'luo felt as if he was meeting her for the first time, and her face was nothing short of wonderful.

The master of one of the six rivers in the demon world, the master of one of the thirteen swords of Guan Tianxi, is called sister...

This is probably the first time since the beginning of the world.

Perhaps for Ning Feiyan, she and Sijian Yunrong had only met each other a few times at this time. This time she called her sister, which at most made people think she was a bit thick-skinned.

But in Yun Rong's past world, she often had dealings with the Fourth River of the Demon Realm.

Thinking back then, the battle between good and evil was in full swing, and it was so brutal that she could not count how many times they had to fight her on the battlefield, fighting to the death.

Among them, the most impressive one was the Battle of Tianyun. Although the person in charge was Erhe Burying Heart, Sihe Ning Feiyan also contributed a lot in that battle, and her life was hanging by a thread many times.

She had personally witnessed Ning Feiyan's cruelty and ruthlessness. It was normal to kill people and massacre the city while chatting and laughing. At the snap of a finger, the poisonous insects ate the moon and swallowed up the sky. Anyone who was contaminated by his poison would eventually perish.

Who would have thought that such a beautiful lady could be a charming and passionate devil in the skin of a beautiful woman, capable of seducing people and killing her.

Maybe she is not the strongest among the six rivers, and she cannot even be called a high-level demon river, but Yun Rong knows that if her origin had not restricted her, Ning Feiyan would be as terrifying as Yihe Shuci.

Disaster level.

To Yun Rong, the beauty of Ning Feiyan's eyebrows today is a bit more immature than before, but she knows that there are many deadly thorns hidden under such beautiful bones.

The really scary thing about Ning Feiyan is that while he is obviously full of incoherent teasing remarks, he can always give people the feeling of being extremely sincere in his eyes.

Right now, she felt exactly like this to Yun Rong.

She is intimate, soft, harmless, and even deliberately lowers her posture.

Yun Rong, who had often dealt with Ning Feiyan in the past, was extremely uncomfortable with her contrasting attitude.

But after all, he didn't reach out to hit the smiling person. Yun Rong had always been well-educated, so he could only take the clothes and nodded gently.

Ning Feiyan glanced at the black-robed Yun Rong calmly from the corner of her eye, her expression seemed thoughtful.

Seeing her look like this, Balian suddenly said, "Have you been here a long time ago?"

Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows.

This sensitive little corpse demon really can't hide anything from his eyes.

She smiled and said, "Yeah, I've been here for a while, but I just saw that you and Sister Rong were having a heated fight. I was really shy and didn't dare to come out and disturb you."

Balian really didn't notice that she was shy at all, and what was even more strange was that she couldn't even see the slightest bit of jealousy in her eyes, which were so clear that it was unpredictable.

She looked at Balian's smiling face, and suddenly stretched out her hand to pick up the pendant beads around his neck.

The beads that were originally polluted and blackened when he killed the Demon Emperor of Beiyuan have been worn on him for so long. Not only did they fail to affect his mood changes, but they were also purified. It seems that the original beads can be seen.

It has a bit of a fiery meaning.

A zombie demon who was born in darkness and accompanied by death was actually able to purify the source of Sishui.

No, that's not right.
To be continued...