Chapter 92： The villain wants to slap the demon 9

Who is Xie Ziyou?

The most unpredictable and moody one of the ten peaks elders, who doesn't like magical weapons, is not close to female sex, and stays in the demon garden of Liufeng all day long, tossing the poor little demon.

The soil outside the demon garden is dark red. Every day, the **** little demon is dragged away from there and thrown into the back mountain. The soil is infiltrated and cleaned by blood. After cleaning, it infiltrates again, and so on. Back and forth, the path in front of the Demon Garden was sunken one more layer than the other parts, looking like a ditch surging with dark blood from a distance.

There are rumors in the peak that Xie Ziyou has to swallow ten demon pills a day to maintain an extremely fast practice speed.

It is also said that Xie Ziyou likes to peel the skins of monsters alive, listen to them miserably howling, and cut off the limbs of the little monsters, wait for the blood to drain, and then hang them on the branches to weather them as a collection.

The rumors and rumors have always been the three of them. After crossing, Xie Ziyou never defended himself. In addition, the original owner was indeed ruthless in this matter. Everyone thought that was the truth.

The servant is afraid of the master's cruelty and has always been cautious, for fear that he will make a mistake and be ordered to be dragged away and peeled.

But just now, he accidentally knocked over the fruit plate, really because...too shocked.

The servant remembered that Xie Ziyou happily went to the Demon Garden, but he opened the door and entered the house without notice.

But never expected that Xie Ziyou...there was someone in the house.

And he is a beautiful man!

Still a naked man.

It's even more...a demon.

The minion knelt on the ground, kowtow in a hurry, but the scenes that he had just accidentally glimpsed constantly appeared in front of him. The extremely shocking scenes lingered in his mind.

The half-fruit boy is tall, with his back facing the door, and his back is stretched with smooth lines. The sun is divided into small mottled pieces by the window lattice, such as large fragments of stars, dotted on it.

When he turned around, he revealed his handsome facial features, his sword eyebrows were raised, his eyes were slightly surprised, and the sunlight poured in from the window lattice, sweeping across the bridge of his brave nose, and falling on the smooth cheeks with a layer of softness. Light.

The muscle contours of the lower abdomen are not obvious, but you can faintly feel the strong explosive power. Only a light-colored satin is surrounded by the waist. The slender legs extend from under the satin, and the skin is a heroic wheat color... Elongated scars.

That was the scar left by Xie Heng's encounter with Thunder Tribulation. At this moment, the old scab has faded, and the new flesh has a slightly delicate skin color, like a series of fine lines, criss-crossing on the back and chest, like very...whip marks.

Blood dripped from the servant's heart.

Unexpectedly, the Sixth Elders still have this special hobby...No, it's not right, he has been covered up tightly, unknown, and it must be that all those who know have been silently silenced!

Oops, it's dead!

He was so frightened that his back couldn't stop trembling.

Creeping on the ground, repeatedly kowtow, clenched his teeth, and a faint smell of fish came out of his mouth.

Gradually, a string of footsteps came to my ears, together with the faint sound of friction, like a brocade dragging across the ground...Yes, the boy had a **** snake tail.

Obviously trembling with fear, the little servant's thoughts couldn't help but diverge, and subconsciously thought, Elder Xie is really good at playing. Such a monster is probably more vigorous than those delicate Humeizi, but the monster in front of him is obviously wild and the elder is not afraid. Was it backlashed?

At this time, he heard a gentle voice above his head: "It's okay, get up, swim... The elder will not blame you."

The servant shuddered slightly and buried his head lower.

The elders will not blame...Is there any mistake? Where did you say it counts?

You are just a monster that you cannot protect yourself!

Think about the little demons who were dragged out of the demon garden...Yes, the elder likes skinning. He must want to hide his hobbies, and don't want people to see the traces left by the monsters!

Thinking that everything was connected, the servant became more and more timid, and also faintly sympathized with Xie Heng in front of him.

It's a pity that such a handsome person... will be skinned soon.

Where does Xie Heng know what this person is thinking, he is just a little strange, why is this guy so afraid of Xie Ziyou?

His travels are clearly kind and cute!

"Get up." Xie Heng repeated it again, paused for a moment, and asked, "Where is Elder Xie now?"

The fine wine and fine wine dripped from the broken porcelain bottle, soaking the servant's coarse clothes, but he still didn't dare to look up, and only trembled: "The elder is in...the demon garden."

"Where is the Demon Garden?"

The minion whispered: "It's halfway up the mountain, northwest of the peak."

After saying these few words, seeing that Xie Heng didn't mean to blame at all, the servant gradually became bold again.

He lowered his head and could only see the young man's thin calves. The ink-colored tail swayed happily behind him, swaying between his legs continuously, leaving a phantom shadow.

……strange.

The servant thought to himself that it was the first time he had seen a little demon who had heard the word "Demon Garden" but didn't change his face.

No, not only did his face remain unchanged, the person in front of him even seemed very cheerful.

It can be seen that he is covered with whip marks, and the elders are obviously very harsh on him...

The servant's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to think about it.

He knelt on the ground, holding the porcelain shards with his hands in a panic, ignoring whether the sharp edges of the shards would scratch his fingers, as well as the green dates, grapes, and red rose flowers that were still blooming enthusiastically...

"Ahem!"

Suddenly a weak cough came into the ear of the servant.

He raised his head subconsciously, but saw that the young man in front of him suddenly turned pale, holding the edge of the mahogany table with one hand, his body swayed and faltered.

The gust of wind suddenly passed, and the curtain was rolled up, and Xie Heng's thin body showed an abrupt thin red, faint, especially expanding.

"...Is the immortal master okay?" the little servant said instinctively, "but what's the discomfort, I need to report to the elder?"

Xie Heng waved his hand suddenly.

"It's okay, you go down first." His voice was clear and clear, but with a faint tremor at the end, he resolutely said, "The things are there, there is no need to clean up."

The servant hesitated: "But..."

The young demon clan in front of him was decisive, his sharp sword frowned, and he shook his head to the servant without any objection.

The weird color on Xie Heng's body is still extending, gradually changing from light to dark, red to deep, and vaguely shifting to ink. The whole person is like just being picked out of the hot soup, very weird.

The vigorous calf could not stop trembling, and beads of sweat dripped from the chin, splashed on the strong wheat-colored chest, making several clear water marks.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and the servant's pupils shrank suddenly.

It has long been heard that the folk dignitaries play with the little demon, and there are many tossing artifacts. Could it be that the elders are also on this little demon...

He immediately shut his mouth, bowed his head deeply, and dared not glance half of his eyes at Xie Heng.

The little servant's cheeks were reddish, and he said vaguely "yes", wind was blowing under his feet, and he quickly withdrew away, as if there was a beast chasing after him, and he would kill him if he walked one step late.

Don't forget to help Xie Heng close the curtain carefully.

"Dang!"

The moment the door curtain was pulled up, there was a low muffled noise in the room. If any small objects fell to the ground, Xie Heng's long figure disappeared. The door curtain floated, and only the vague shadow of the table, chair and bed could be seen.

The little servant thought eagerly, he guessed right, the demon didn't know what torture device he was carrying, and could no longer hold it. As soon as he left, the little demon fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he left early, otherwise he would run into the obsequious attitude of the elder's little pet, and he would not have his eyes gouged out by the sixth elder?

The servant just breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his heart in fear.

Suddenly the door door was pulled open, the sun suddenly poured in, and the fresh air came in with the icy cold wind, and the thin figure appeared in front of the door, stepped into the door, and snorted displeasedly.

"what are you doing?"

It was Xie Ziyou impressively.

Xie Ziyou went to the Demon Garden for a visit, and not only returned without success, he was also sickened by the blood and rancid smell of the garden.

He scolded Yuan for being cruel in his mind, and was saddened that he would play such a role for some time in the future. On the other hand, he was frustrated for not finding Xie Heng. At this moment, he was in a low spirit and saw the servant again He was sneaky in his house, not like a formal one, and he spoke with a bit of majesty when he opened his mouth.

The servant had just escaped from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again, and his heart was suddenly arrested.

It was dark in front of him, and he fell to the ground with a "plop", and wailed: "Elder, please forgive me!"

...

The reason why Xie Heng let the servant go quickly, naturally, was not because of the mess of the human brain.

It's because-he is going to change back to his original form.

The small formation left by Xie Ziyou's hand is superior in the subtle way of Taoism, but it does not contain too much profound energy. At this time, the demon power in Xie Heng's body is impacted, and he instinctively overwhelms it with a force of overwhelming force, lacking another long-term support Incapable of energy, he was quickly swallowed by demon power.

When Xie Heng turned from a human figure into a snake again, Xie Heng fell to the ground from mid-air with a "pattering", and fell into a mess.

With his little wings fluttering, he barely flew up from the ground crookedly, looked at the suddenly tall house furnishings around, and sighed helplessly.

It would be great if I had a few more profound strengths, or the supply of profound strength could last a little longer.

But it doesn't matter, Xie Heng thought to himself, he could write his name with the pen and ink in the house, and then go to Xie Ziyou with his mouth in his mouth.

But unexpectedly, just as the little snake flew into the air, clear footsteps came from outside the curtain, and a shuddering "Elder, please!"

Xie Heng: "..."

bad!

Obviously it was too late to find paper, pen and ink, and Yuyou was about to enter the house.

The empty iron cage is placed on the table, and the weak fluctuations of the annihilation of the formation are still floating in the house. You must be able to find that you have broken free at the first glance. The next step must be to grab yourself again and take more strict care!

How to do?

The little snake revolved anxiously in the air, his eyes swept from the corner of the house to the top beam one by one, hesitated for a moment on the quilt that was pulled to the ground, and then retracted in disappointment.

But the situation was urgent. Xie Ziyou seemed to reprimand the servant. He said "retire", and his steps were heavy and approaching. Between the thin curtains dancing, the fluttering broad sleeves and the young Qingjun's eyebrows were faintly visible— —

Xiao Snake's panic suddenly stopped.

He glanced at the ground with thin light gray pupils, locked tightly on the mess.

The green dates are mellow, the grapes are pierced, and the wine is scented and drunk, with a rose lying quietly on it.

The branches are fresh green, the petals are delicate, graceful and colorful, and the beautiful color is strong and bright, quietly leaning on the wine, like a handful of flames floating in the secluded green lake.