Half an hour had passed since everyone had finished looking at Zheng Weiqi's storage bag.

Galan City had been dormant for more than three hundred years, and many things that were now commonplace were considered very new to the residents. Qin Chuan and Meng Jiaqi looked at it with great interest, asking questions with shining eyes from time to time. After a rough look, they were still not satisfied, so they took out a few small items and looked at them in detail.

"Oh right," Meng Jiaqi suddenly remembered something, put the powder box aside, looked up and looked at Zheng Weiqi, "If we find Xuanye's whereabouts, what do you plan to do?"

Zheng Weiqi is indeed a shrewd businessman, and has a good vision and self-knowledge in major matters: "Xuanye is a demon cultivator in the God Transformation Stage. Even if he was exhausted in a battle many years ago, he is definitely not a creature in the pond that can be slaughtered at will. With our strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete. I have used the spirit pigeon to inform the master, and I am waiting for the master's reply."

This is an expedient measure after careful consideration.

Most of them are Jindan, and they are like ants in front of the great power of the God Transformation Stage. Now Xuanye was seriously injured and physically exhausted. At best, he was only at the level of a Yuanying Mahayana, but after all, the card of Huashen was there. If they were to fight head-on, who knows what would happen.

Hunting down the demons was no small matter, so Zheng Weiqi simply told Tianxianzi everything. I believe that he would take action soon after reading the envelope.

Zheng Weiqi paused, and when she spoke again, she finally had the demeanor of a disciple from a famous family, no longer like a salesman who was always in a mess: "Now that the Demon Lord is ready to make a move, I wonder how the young city lord of Galan City is doing?"

"Young city lord..."

Meng Jiaqi's face was slightly gloomy, and he hesitated to speak. After a long silence, he whispered: "Everyone, please follow me."

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Meng Jiaqi led everyone to the city lord's mansion where the young city lord's body was stored.

The city lord's mansion was not luxurious, but it was elegant enough. The high walls were vermilion, the stone steps were shining, and the trees, flowers and plants on both sides of the courtyard had all withered, leaving only the skinny and bony black shadows like dead bones, but looking at it, one can still imagine the scene of dense flowers and trees and quiet greenery a few years ago.

After walking through the long stone steps, they arrived at the attic at the end of the mansion. Meng Jiaqi sank his expression in a ceremonial manner, looked back at everyone quickly, turned around and gently pushed open the door.

With a series of creaking sounds, the lights in the house flowed to the door like water.

This is a bedroom. There are only simple tables, chairs, bookcases and beds in the room, all made of wood, and there is nothing special about them. Judging from the extremely simple and tidy layout, the owner of the room should be a very serious person who does things neatly and decisively.

Ningning was curious and followed Meng Jiaqi's footsteps and slowly walked into the house.

On the dark red bed, a person was lying quietly.

The man looked to be no more than 20 years old. If I had to describe his appearance, Ning Ning would like to call him "the classic template of the male protagonist in a domineering CEO novel". His

facial features seemed to have been carefully carved. Under his sword-like eyebrows that slanted into his temples, his slender eyes were tightly closed, and his long black eyelashes cast a dark shadow.

His long black hair fell freely and spread out flat, with some of it falling on his face, setting off his pale skin without any color, making him look even more sickly.

However, although he was in a deep sleep, he did not make people feel desolate. The tails of both eyes were smudged with fiery red lines, like a small hook in thick ink, slightly curled upwards, adding a bit of aggressiveness.

It makes people wonder what it would be like if these eyes were open.

"The young city lord is called 'Jiang Si'."

Meng Jiaqi said angrily: "He exhausted his spiritual power in the battle a hundred years ago, and was attacked by Xuanye and the elders, so he has never woken up. Fortunately, the elders did not attack him before leaving, otherwise..."

Zheng Weiqi was curious: "Look at the red at the tail of his eyes, is the young city lord a phoenix?"

Meng Jiaqi nodded: "Yes."

Unlike ordinary monsters, the dragon and phoenix tribes are well-deserved nobles among monsters. Not only are they rarely seen and rare in number, but their strength is also naturally first-class.

Not to mention that this young city lord is a rare genius in demon cultivation in recent years, and his strength is even more amazing.

"When the city lord was seriously ill, all the affairs of the city were handled by the young city lord. He is talented and has an elder who has been assisting him for many years, so he managed the city of Galan in an orderly manner."

Meng Jiaqi looked at the man's angular face, and for some reason, a trace of viciousness flashed in her eyes: "Who would have thought that even the elder who grew up with him would betray him without hesitation in the future... He even did not hesitate to deceive the people of the whole city to help Xuanye recover his strength."

She said She sneered, her tone full of hatred: "Those frogs in the well thought they could get the protection of the Demon Lord and enjoy wealth and glory in the future. Little did they know that after the war between immortals and demons, the situation of the demons was like a rat crossing the street - no, even the 'demon' race disappeared."

Her reaction was a bit too intense. Zheng Weiqi was straightforward and spoke after a moment of stunned: "Miss Meng, is there any grudge between you and that elder?" There

was a brief silence in the room.

Finally, Qin Chuan, who had turned into a rabbit and was held in Meng Jiaqi's arms, spoke weakly, his ears drooping softly: "That elder... is Sister Qi's father."

There is actually such a relationship.

Ning Ning was slightly stunned, but soon understood in her heart that it was for this reason that Meng Jiaqi had trusted the elders so much. After hearing the truth, she was also ashen and depressed for a long time.

Being deceived and betrayed by her own father, and becoming a tool that can be summoned at any time, this feeling is really not very pleasant.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Meng Jiaqi looked away and changed the subject in a stiff tone: "The young city lord looks cold, but he has actually contributed a lot to Jialan City. However, not only did we not help him, but we also helped him to do evil and fostered Xuanye's power... I am really ashamed."

"The demons have disappeared long ago. When the people from the Xuanxu Sword Sect arrive, there will be no more problems."

He Zhizhou clasped his arms in front of his chest, frowned and said to himself: "But where would Xuanye hide?"

This is the most incredible place.

Logically speaking, the city area of ​​Jialan City at the bottom of the lake is not large, and even if a carpet search is carried out, it will not be fruitless every time.

But Xuanye seemed to have really disappeared, and no matter how hard they looked, they could not find any trace of him.

Since it had nothing to do with the main plot, Ning Ning had no interest in the background story of the battle between immortals and demons until she learned some information from her senior sister in the guest room.

Unlike monsters, most demons are evil-minded and violent. The demon world also has a hierarchy, and the most noble among them is the Demon Lord and his seven demon lords.

It is said that the position of the Demon Lord can be given or fought for, and as long as one kills the previous one personally, one can take the title and use it on oneself.

The strong prey on the weak, and the killing continues.

But that group of demon cultivators just likes it.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the degree of distortion of the personalities of several demon lords is so great that they can be put on display as rare items at the World Expo.

For example, bathing in the blood of young girls, decorating houses with human organs, forcing lovers to kill each other, and so on.

Compared with them, Xuanye, who is devoted to cultivating his soul, seems to have become a little bit normal.

But it's only a little bit.

Xuanye is cruel, suspicious, and self-willed by nature. Like other demon lords, he doesn't like routines and is good at playing tricks. If you want to guess where he is going, you probably can't use the usual way of thinking.

Abandoning the usual way of thinking, he will definitely not hide like a rat crossing the street. He must ensure that he is safe enough and can keep in touch with the elders in time -

"Senior Sister Zheng, have you not received the reply from Master yet?"

Pei Ji's voice suddenly rang in my ears. He rarely speaks, and speaking in the empty and quiet environment at this moment, there is a sense of strangeness for no reason.

The young man's voice was as cold as sweet spring water. Seeing Zheng Weiqi nod, Pei Ji smiled without emotion: "The spirit pigeon was probably intercepted."

He raised his eyes to the dome shrouded in white light, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "The elders were able to leave before we arrived at the Xingji Pavilion, which means that there are spies in the city who have been secretly monitoring us. They will definitely not let the pigeon go."

He Zhizhou took a breath: "Spy?"

"There are many ways to bribe a person, but that's not the point."

Pei Ji said, "The matter of the Demon Lord is of great importance. If the master really received the letter, he would have responded long ago. Since the elders know that we are disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, when they saw the eldest sister coming ashore and releasing the spirit pigeon, they naturally understood that it was a letter of help sent to the sect - Xuanye's matter, they would never let the righteous sect find out."

He Zhizhou heard the unfinished meaning in his words, and he couldn't help but feel cold all over.

It was as if the whole body was immersed in a cold deep pool, and the piercing cold spread from the soles of the feet to the head, freezing every drop of blood.

In addition to the spirit pigeon, they can also deliver messages.

"In order to keep this secret."

Pei Ji's right hand unconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword, his eyes were gloomy: "We must cut through the mess with a sharp knife, and kill them as soon as possible."

- Xuanye would never let them leave Galan City alive.

He has always disdained human life, and the only thing he cares about is himself.

This is a ruthless and cruel demon, perhaps enjoying the pleasure of having everything in his own hands and secretly spying on them, like teasing a group of lost mice.

Such a person. He -

Ningning's breathing stagnated.

An extremely strange and bizarre thought quietly surged into her mind, causing her heart to begin pounding, like a huge stone hitting her chest.

...Why didn't the elders get rid of the young city lord when they left, even though he had obviously lost his usefulness?

She didn't say anything, and tightly grasped the Star-Marked Sword at her waist.

Then she turned around in shock.

On the large bed inlaid with exquisite wood carvings, the handsome man closed his eyes heavily. The dark shadow under his long eyelashes floated like a ghost. He seemed to sense her gaze, and it was not known whether it was an illusion, but a very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He could ensure his absolute safety, communicate with the elders unimpeded, and hide in a dark corner to quietly watch all the changes.

Where else could be more in line with his wishes than the City Lord's Mansion, which is respected by thousands of people.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

It turns out that from the very beginning, the "young city lord" lying on the bed was not Jiang Si himself, but the Demon Lord Xuanye who pretended to be him.

As the mastermind behind the scenes, he has been staying there leisurely, listening to the young people from the immortal sects analyzing and retracing seriously.

It's really a bad taste.

There shouldn't be wind here.

But at this moment, a cool breeze silently brushed past Ningning's ears, as cruel as a knife, almost cutting a bloody mark on her earlobe.

The silent night fell, and the man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils were actually a dull blood red, and the bloodshot was like a vine growing wildly, occupying the entire pupil. The cold temperament on this face disappeared because of this look, and it was replaced by aggressive bloodthirstiness and brutality.

He wanted to kill her.

Even though he was seriously injured and his cultivation was greatly damaged, the pressure from the powerful incarnation was still surging like a tide, like a flood that was released from a gate, rushing into her heart all at once.

Ningning felt the cold and chilly murderous intent like a blizzard, swallowing her up like an unstoppable tide, setting off a violent storm of blood and rain.

And she stood in the center of the storm, surrounded by glaring murderous intentions. The blood-red eyes that were so close to her were like a deep pool of water, almost drowning her.

Another invisible gust of wind pierced her, pointing directly at her chest.

She heard Zheng Weiqi shouting: "Ningning!"