Wei Zixi looked at the distant sky and did not speak.

The sun is shining, and the sunset is red with a positive sky.

Thin red gold, the sun is like blood, just like the afternoon after a long time ago.

Yan Yan pushed the night slap, whispered: "The decision of the Lord of the Lord naturally has his reason, so we can ask."

The nightingale is still not dead, and the eyes are full of resentment and unwillingness.

Finally, he couldn’t help but sigh: "Is it because the woman is right?"

"The Lord of the Lord, you are affectionate to her, and the feelings for her exceed your hatred, and even to prevent her from running out of life, you will not hesitate to stop planning for the millennium."

"But the Lord, have you ever thought about it, you are a woman of Ji Ming, she does not belong to you, and will not really belong to you. She will not care about everything you do for her... and you, But because she doesn't change like you, our plan will also appear because of this woman. Devil, you shouldn't be emotional!"

This time, Wei Zixi finally slowly turned around and showed a lazy and light smile to the nightingale.

"Night, you seem to have made a mistake!"

The nightingale looked up and looked at the man he admired like a god, with fear and admiration in his eyes.

Wei Zixi's voice is like a cone of ice piercing his frozen heart.

"You said these words, it seems that you are my confidant. Just for me, for thousands of years, this plan has always belonged to me alone. I want it to exist, it exists, I want It disappears and it will disappear."

"And you are just tools and pieces to help me with the plan. As a piece, you are teaching me."

Wei Zixi bent down and grabbed the chin of the nightingale, gently lifted him up, and the smile on his face became more and more charming. "Night, you think, how can I punish you?"

The nightingale slammed into a slap, and despair and fear finally filled the heart.

===

The emperor of the emperor, Huang Yuyuan, dragged his tired body back to the Witch Temple, and he couldn’t tell the sorrow and burnout.

Because the demon swears and reaches the entire Qiankun Island, even the people of the Huangfu family are also heart-wrenching, fearing that the blood prisoner will rush into the enchantment.

Seeing the return of Huangfuyuan, everyone greeted them.

"Master, how? Are the demons wiped out? Isn’t the real world really dangerous?"

“Do we need to move our family?”

Huang Fuyuan swayed his hand, "The demons have been wiped out..."

"Great! We are all saved. Is this the horror of the gods mentioned in the Heavenly Way? If so, have we already spent it?"

"I heard that Jun Mulan is not a true saint, Yunxiao is, this time it is the saint who descended the light, so that the demon did not spread it!"

"Great, the return of the Virgin! Our domain will surely prosper."

Listening to the excitement of the rest of the people, Huang Fuyuan finally couldn't help but yelled: "What good? I still don't understand how bad my emperor's situation is?! A group of idiots who don't know anything, Roll, all roll me away!!"

The people of the Huangfu family were shocked by this roar, and they all ran away.

Huangfuyuan gloomy face and walked to the most luxurious palace in the Witch Temple.

There were the best descendants of their emperor's family, who had almost lost their lives, and had exhausted their resources.