Chapter 183 She is my good daughter
More than half a month later, Qing Niaozhu completely purified the rotten water in the corpse refining pool, and the group embarked on a journey to the Demon Palace.
"Brother, I want to go to the Demon Abyss."
Shang Zhiyan heard this, his eyes slightly resentful, "We haven't even reached the Demon Palace yet and you're already thinking about him. Are you here to look for my brother or for him?"
"Brother~" Song Ningshu took his hand, "I haven't seen you for more than two years."
Shang Zhiyan was deflated. "Okay, let me make it clear that I won't go with you."
He didn't want to see that stinky man being intimate with his own sister.
"Brother, just say hello and I'll go by myself."
"The demonic energy in the Demon Abyss is too dense. People who practice spiritual cultivation will feel uncomfortable. Have you brought the magic weapon to isolate the demonic energy?" Qi Yangui is a pervert. With the body of a demonic spirit, he can be said to be a monstrous existence.
"Brother, have you forgotten? The last time I went to the Demon Palace, it was the Demon Flower Festival, and I absorbed the Demon Lotus." Song Ningshu looked at him and added, "It flew into my hands by itself."
"Did you feel any discomfort during the absorption process? I thought you just happened to have some insights. After all, there was no demonic energy on you at the time, and your spiritual power didn't fluctuate at all."
"No, it's quite comfortable."
Shang Zhiyan pinched her face and said, "Okay, Xingbao, your talent is quite unusual."
"Oh, my brother is so outstanding, I can't be worse than him." The little girl smiled with her eyes and eyebrows, and her smile was stunning. She was no different from the person who ran to welcome him home.
Shang Zhiyan's heart softened, and his expression became softer and softer.
"Little tsundere."
Shang Zhiyan understood clearly that his sister's qualifications in this life were due to Mo Jinwu and his wife, and her soul was special.
Mo Yan turned his gaze away with a look of horror. This was completely different from the impression he had of His Majesty.
In my impression, Your Majesty kills all rebels with a double-edged sword of yin and yang, burns all disloyal people with the hellish hellfire, and has an iron fist.
It can be said that Shang Zhiyan rose to power by stepping on all the reactionary voices.
That year, his father took him to the Demon Palace to report on his work, and they happened to encounter the rebellion of the Red Demon Clan. He didn't remember the details because he was too young at that time. He only remembered that the long steps of the Demon Palace were covered with blood in the end, and in the Netherworld Hellfire were the hideous and sharp cries of the rebellious demon souls of the Red Demon Clan.
The bloody scene frightened him so much that he burst into tears and shouted that he wanted to go home. His cry was heard by the Lord, and his gaze, which had not yet subsided, fell on him, and he was frightened and burst into tears.
It is precisely because it is small that it is so impressive.
Mo Yan never thought that he would see the gentle side of the Demon Lord up close.
Wen Xu turned around, saw his expression, and asked in confusion: "What the hell have you seen? That expression."
"It's more terrifying than seeing a ghost." Mo Yan adjusted his expression and said.
After all, he is not afraid of ghosts now, but he is still afraid of His Majesty. When he meets His Majesty, he is like a quail that shrinks its head.
"Strange." Wen Xu muttered.
Shang Zhiyan glanced at him, and Mo Yan immediately turned his head away.
Can't see me, can't see me...
A certain demon lord raised his eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that he had indeed scared a certain little demon.
After arriving at the Demon Palace and staying there for a while, Song Ningshu took the token given by Shang Zhiyan and went to the Demon Abyss.
The Demonic Abyss is actually a very large pool, from which demonic energy continuously gushes out.
Song Ningshu could sense the steady and powerful aura of the person inside.
The eldest brother should be practicing.
Song Ningshu sat on a rock outside the Demon Abyss, took out some seeds from the spirit ring, used the Mind-Stop Sword to dig up the soil, and planted flowers and plants on both sides.
Nianzhi was a little dissatisfied at first and moved around shyly. After being comforted by Song Ningshu for a while, she calmed down and obediently served as her digging tool.
After planting two rows of seeds, Song Ningshu injected wood-type spiritual power into them. The seeds quickly sprouted, grew, trembled, formed buds, and then bloomed.
A faint halo lingered on the flower, absorbing the impurities in the demonic energy and expelling purer demonic energy.
This is the seed of the Pure Dirt Flower that she accidentally found in a secret place during her training over the past two years.
There was a breath approaching beside him, and the next moment Song Ningshu was held in his arms, and the cool and pleasant breath filled his arms.
Song Ningshu rubbed his face and whispered, "Big Brother, I miss you."
"I thought Aning was about to forget me, otherwise how could she have waited so long to come to me?" Qi Yangui's heart softened, his eyes were gentle, and he kissed her lightly on the forehead.
Song Ningshu's eyelashes trembled, and she tugged at his face, "What a preemptive strike! It was you who dropped me off in the Demon Realm to train."
"I was wrong, Aning." Qi Yangui admitted his mistake decisively and rubbed her delicate neck affectionately, "Aning, can you please forgive me?"
"I'm not angry, so why should I forgive or not?" Warm breath sprayed on his neck, and Song Ningshu slightly turned his body.
It's not like she has to stick to him all the time. Everyone has to practice, so how can they be together all the time?
She also understood the regret and fear he felt for not being able to protect her in time, but the path of cultivation was inherently difficult, and no one would remain unharmed.
Since you have embarked on the path of cultivation, you must always be prepared to face death.
Song Ningshu put his arm around his neck and said, "Brother, don't blame yourself."
He did nothing wrong in the first place, and no one wants accidents.
"Okay, but Aning has to promise me that if you encounter danger, you will consider your own safety first."
"If the survival of Jiuzhou is in jeopardy, I believe that whether it is you or me, or other brothers and nephews, we will forget the danger. This is the righteousness of our generation of cultivators." Song Ningshu looked at him seriously.
Qi Yangui hugged her waist tightly and finally sighed, "If there really comes such a moment, I will stand in front of you first."
Song Ningshu went to hold his hand, blinked, and smiled, "Don't be so pessimistic. The Supreme has awakened. He will hold up the sky even if it collapses."
Qi Yangui laughed.
Tiandao: ...You are truly my good daughter.
"So what is your current level of cultivation, Senior Brother?"
"You just broke through to the late stage of the Tribulation Crossing a few days ago when you came." Qi Yangui led her out, "You have been consolidating your cultivation these past few days."
"oh."
"Is Aning about to break through?"
"Yes, I've touched the threshold." Song Ningshu nodded.
"Did Aning come here specifically to see me?"
"Half and half." Song Ningshu glanced at him sideways.
"Can't you just coax me?" Qi Yangui knew of course that he just wanted to hear her say something nice.
After all, Shang Zhiyan is also in the Demon Realm.
Song Ningshu stopped walking when she heard that, placed her other hand on his arm, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, "Is that all right?"
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly and her breathing was slightly disordered.
Childish ghost.
Seeing him stunned, Song Ningshu tilted her head slightly, "Does this count as coaxing?"
Qi Yangui looked down at her, his tone doubtful and his face bewildered. Every expression of hers made his heart beat faster.
My heart is completely in disarray.
His eyes darkened, and his slightly cool lips pressed against hers.
The long wind rises from the distant mountains, the black hair dances and lingers, and the heartbeat and breathing become unbalanced.
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