The Demon God's Messenger

No matter how hard Xiao Cha tried to control her facial expression, there was still a hint of disbelief in her face, which was caught by Song Liubai.

Song Liubai immediately realized that everything was happening too fast.

But even if he was given another chance to choose, he would still do the same thing. He just couldn't wait.

So Song Liubai could only pray in his heart that Xiao Cha would accept him as soon as possible, otherwise he didn't know what crazy things he would do next.

"We've only just met once?"

Wait a minute, could it be that this person is also coveting my body and is eyeing the pure yang energy in me?

Xiao Cha suddenly realized that this person didn't treat him as a Taoist partner at all, but was clearly treating him as an accelerator for cultivation.

But it must be said that when Song Liubai said that, a thought flashed through his mind and his defenses slowly loosened.

Song Liubai said as a matter of course: "So what if we only met once? People have met thousands of times in this world, and our fate is so shallow that we are like strangers. Although we have met once, it is worth more than any words we have spoken."

"You..." Why don't you go and have a look at your brain.

Xiao Cha gave up the idea of ​​correcting Song Liubai, and in despair, grabbed the spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I've already eaten, put me down." Xiao Cha chewed the rice in his mouth as if to vent his anger.

Song Liubai was amused by him and curled up the corners of his mouth, skillfully wiping the residue from the corners of his mouth.

As the rice went down his stomach.

In secret, Song Liubai's heart beat violently twice. That was the signal caused by the complete resonance between him and Xiao Cha in soul and body.

It will also be a signal that Xiao Cha is completely inseparable from him, and after some time, Xiao Cha will completely belong to him.

Song Liubai breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't let the person go.

Xiao Cha walked around to the other side of the table like he was hiding from a thief, pulled out a stool and sat down, his eyes wary as he glanced at Song Liubai from time to time.

Song Liubai knew that he couldn't push people too hard and needed to relax.

Song Liubai didn't even look at him at this moment. He took out the account book and abacus from the space bag and started calculating again.

Xiao Cha glanced at the account book curiously, but unfortunately he was not good at math in his first life and had not studied the book seriously after the third grade of elementary school.

When Xiao Cha saw the densely written words on the account book, he immediately lost interest.

And at this time.

Song Liubai didn't look up, but instead placed his palms on the table and tapped it gently, as if threatening or reminding, "Don't even think about leaving the table if you don't finish the food on it."

Ah... abuse!

Xiao Cha didn't have a big appetite, so even though there were only two dishes and a bowl of rice on the table, he already felt full.

In the corner where he was not paying attention, Song Liubai raised his eyebrows, quietly looking at the boy who was unconsciously puffing up his face and looking worried, and a chuckle came out of his throat.

“Huh…”

This caused Xiao Cha to glare at him with gritted teeth.

*

Nangong Ye walked anxiously back and forth in the main hall of Liuli Sect, surrounded by many gray-haired elders.

"Master, two days have passed. Should we reply to the post or not?" said the bald old man.

The old man in blue echoed, "Yeah, this Yinghua Pavilion, I've never heard of it before, how come it suddenly appeared?"

Not to mention the elders, even Nangong Ye couldn't figure it out.

Half a day has passed, and the invitations have been sent out in a hurry. Not to mention the sects that are far away, even the sects that are nearby have not made any movement, and no reply has been received.

Nangong Ye frowned tightly, his back already feeling cold and sweaty.

His intuition told him that Yinghua Pavilion must be related to this strange incident.

"Master! I have an invitation to return."

At this time, a disciple rushed into the hall, bowed hurriedly, and then hurriedly took out the reply from his arms.

Nangong Ye took a few steps forward and took it. After opening it, he quickly glanced at it and saw that his worry was growing deeper and deeper on his brow.

"Who is the owner of this post?" The old man in blue asked hurriedly when he saw that the situation was not good.

"Yinghua Pavilion."

Nangong Ye closed his eyes heavily, then threw the reply casually on the ground.

"this……"

"Are they coming?"

"No, we didn't send them any at all?"

…………

A group of elders stared at each other with puzzled expressions.

"There must be a sect that leaked this matter out." Nangong Ye gritted his teeth.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence.

When this invitation reached Nangong Ye, within half an incense stick of time, replies came in one after another from many other sects.

Soon, the stone table in the main hall was piled with replies like a small mountain.

The old man in blue stroked his beard worriedly, walked around the table, and from time to time took out a folder and opened it to read, then sighed.

"This clearly implies that the power is overwhelming and we must obey!"

The bald old man also echoed, "Alas, what should we do? I think we should reply as soon as possible. Yinghua Pavilion is extending its power too far. Even our Liuli Sect may find it difficult to resist its tyranny and power."

Nangong Ye had a cold face, and the air pressure around him was frighteningly low.

But at this moment, there was another gatekeeper disciple holding an invitation in his hand, but strangely, his steps were not hurried, and his behavior was out of tune with the tense atmosphere of the Liuli Sect.

"Master, this post..."

"Throw it there." Nangong Ye didn't even look at him and shook his hands irritably.

But the gatekeeper didn't move. Instead, he moved the invitation in his hand closer to Nangong Ye.

He said, "Master, this letter must be reviewed by you personally."

A hint of displeasure flashed across Nangong Ye's eyes, but he also noticed the man's weirdness, so he took the post.

But before he could open it, he saw the gatekeeper's dangling wrist with some scales attached to it.

Nangong Ye's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, and he raised his arm meaningfully.

"All of you please step back."

Nangong Ye cleared his throat, then lazily found a chair to sit on.

The elders on the side did not move, but just looked at each other, with different kinds of uneasiness in their hearts.

Now that they are facing a powerful enemy, the old sect leader is very leisurely. They have no idea what he is planning. How can they dare to leave at will?

"Sect Master, this matter..."

"Step back." Nangong Ye's tone was not very good. He glanced at them with a sharp look, and the elders in the hall shook their bodies.

Living with the king all year round is like living with a tiger. This is probably what it feels like.

The elders did not dare to disobey. They all raised their hands and bowed, then quickly retreated, fearing that Nangong Ye would torture them if he was unhappy.

However, no one noticed that the gatekeeper in the corner did not leave, but stood there motionless with his head lowered.

Until everyone in the hall had left, only Nangong Ye and the inconspicuous gatekeeper were left.

Nangong Ye flipped through the reply in his hand, but unfortunately, he couldn't understand the scribbles on it.

A hint of displeasure appeared on his face, but he said softly, "Stop pretending now that everyone is gone."

The gatekeeper walked forward to the center of the hall. As the human skin mask on his face fell off, the snake tail behind him emerged.

"The Sect Master has good eyesight."

"I am the Great Demon Servant of the God. I have come here specially to relieve your worries." As the Great Demon Servant of the God spoke, his split tongue stuck out of his mouth, and the scales at the corners of his eyes emitted a faint cold light. His eyes, full of greed, were fixed on Nangong Ye.

Nangong Ye supported himself on the table with his arms, then sneered, "I hate it most when people look at me like this."

In an instant.

The hall was filled with the smell of gunpowder, but the Great God Demon Servant seemed to be unaware of it. He walked around the hall with his hands behind his back, saying shamelessly: "Don't you dare touch me. I am not someone you can mess with at will."

Nangong Ye looked at him calmly for a moment, then looked away and asked casually, "But which demon king is Huai Zusu?"

"You're wrong, but I'll just assume you're right."

The Great God's Demon Servant curled up the corners of his mouth in a stiff smile, and his awkward look was like a strange brush stroke casually drawn on a paper figure.

"Oh? When did the demon tribe produce such a bold leader like you?" Nangong Ye asked rudely, "Do you know who I am? Do you know the status of my Liuli Sect?"

The Great God's Demon Servant had a calm expression, then raised a hint of sarcasm and mockery at the corner of his mouth and said: "Do you know that the Demon God exists?"

“…”

The demon god had fallen a hundred years ago. Now, when he heard this name again, a hint of surprise and astonishment flashed across Nangong Ye's eyes, and then his expression became serious and earnest.

"The famous Demon God will belong to the demon clan after waking up. Will he ask the human race for help?" Nangong Ye stroked his chin. He knew that if he pulled the Demon God out, the price he would have to pay for this help would be much more serious than it seemed on the surface.

The Great God Demon Servant calmly shook his head, "The revival of the Demon God only affects the Three Realms, not the human race and the demon race."

"Having already transcended bloodline and become a god, how could I be so obsessed with bloodline disputes?"

"If that's the case, why are you helping me?"

Nangong Ye asked in return, "Master Demon God has such a state of mind, he should just stand by and watch, how could he be stained with such dirty water, right?"

The Great God Demon Servant: "That's not true."

"Master Demon God has revived this time, but his vitality is severely damaged, and his seven souls and six spirits have long been scattered. I am the one who made this decision."

After hearing this, Nangong Ye immediately sneered and slapped the table fiercely, "Are you kidding me?! Haha."

"Why should a demon servant make decisions for the Demon God?"

The Great God's demon servant spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant voice, with his hands clasped tightly in front of his chest, as if to express his piety.

"Everything I do is for the Demon God to wake up soon."

"If you agree to my request, I will help you get through this disaster. If you don't agree, the demon race is also one of my options."

"I guess by then, with Yinghua Pavilion and the demon tribe, you will have a headache, right?"

The Great God Demon Servant raised his forehead and smiled coldly, revealing a pair of slightly curved eyebrows, but without any warmth.

Nangong Ye fell into the chair behind him, and the fingers hanging by his side kept shaking. This was not because of fear, but because of anger in his heart.

For a long time, the hall fell into an eerie silence.

The great demon servant of the god was not in a hurry, but actually sat in meditation in the hall.

After one stick of incense.

Nangong Ye finally let go. He smiled bitterly with a hoarse voice, like a decadent beggar. "Oh, I promise you, what do you want me to do?"

"I have collected two golden bodies, and there is one left. However, that golden body has long since merged into the world and no trace of it can be found. This is the third golden body I want."

The great demon servant clasped his hands together. Due to the meditation just now, the spiritual energy in his body was circulating, and the scales on his face had been retracted, revealing his beautiful face.

A pair of peach blossom eyes, not particularly stunning, looked up and stared closely at Nangong Ye. The Great God Demon Servant paused and continued, "You have long passed the Mahayana stage. Although you haven't built your golden body, you practiced boxing and body techniques in your early years until you built your foundation and became a Nascent Soul. Your physique is beyond the reach of ordinary people, which can make up for this weakness."

Nangong frowned, "You should..."

The Great Demon Servant nodded slightly and said in a neutral voice, "I want your body to welcome the Demon God back on my behalf."