Chapter 445： Brother's Hearth (3)

The hot and cold pain on her shoulders also made Xia Qiu look at her shoulders for the first time. She was wearing a pink tulle, and her shoulders were bloody. The air pierced, but the wound was faint, but the air was cold.

"Brother, like this kind of demon, you won't obey unless she is convinced. Give her to me!" Then, as Nansong's voice slowly said, her voice was a little bit harsh.

And following the voice, Xia Qiu passed over the people in front of him and looked over there.

Wearing an indigo robe, slender bones, and a baby-faced man holding a dowry on his head, he had a dowry in his hands, staring at her rather poorly, his eyes gloomy.

The icy blue frosty air lingered between the maggots, faintly condensed into an ice shuttle, and was ready to go.

"No, just put her in the Qiankun bag and take it directly back to the teacher's gate." It was not as baby-faced, the man who had asked Xia Qiu crying before said it lightly, then backed away from Xia Qiu's side.

Xia Qiu then turned her attention to the man who triggered the plot. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with a cool face and a calm manner, and he had a kind of condensed air that seemed to obstruct her spying.

The man and the baby face seemed to be cultivators, and she wore a demon in her book.

But when you think about the approach, I do n’t know why, when the man approached, the body of the original owner seemed to have a feeling of closeness to the brother?

Confused in his heart, Xia Qiu only looked at that brother's twister and shook God, and the whole person was already in a dark world again, but the keen senses seemed to be able to hear the voice of the outside world.

"Brother, Jin Yunzong and the five immortal alliances to discuss the removal of demons is precisely when the Chiming King of the demon world disappears and disappears, and the demon world has no head ... It is also expected to come to Zongmen!"

The gentle voice brought anxiety, apparently trying to show something in front of the person who was talking, but Xia Qiu listened carefully, but never heard the cold brother respond.

For the time being, the thought of listening to the conversation was extinguished, curled up in the dark, and the shoulders were tingling with ice, and Xia Qiu simply accepted the plot first.

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The original name was Ming Xia Qiu, and the body was a gorgeous and luxuriant demon flower.

Maybe it was too much evil. When it was destroyed by thunder a thousand years ago, it was almost chopped into ashes by thunder. Although there was no soul flying away, all that remained was a trace of root system, which slowly absorbed the heaven and earth aura and turned into human form again.

But the demon flower not only damaged the body, but also the consciousness was almost split into pieces, so this time walking in the world, the body that controls the body is only a consciousness that is separated and separated.

This consciousness is pure and kind. She spent some time with a scholar when she walked in the ordinary. The scholar named her Ming Xia Qiu, and then in a hundred years, Ming Xia Qi watched the scholar slowly grow old and die, but there was nothing he could do.

At this time, inspired by her pain, her flower demon power and demon flower consciousness were awakened a little bit. She saved the scholar by casting a spell, but she had already come to an end and returned from the world to Xiuxian Realm.

At that time, the situation of Xiuxian Realm was chaotic. A thousand years ago, the terrible battle between the Emperor Chiming and the North Matsushita during the Mahayana period of the Xiuxian Realm directly disturbed the entire Lingyu continent.

Fortunately, the two sides noticed in time, and finally agreed to a diplomatic war in the region.

But even if Lingyu mainland was spared from this calamity, the damage caused by the war was difficult to make up, and the spirits were coated with charcoal and the aura was disintegrated.