"Xie Yu is not strong among the Demon Lords, but he is very famous during the battle between immortals and demons."

Meng Jue Ran said: "He knew this and knew how to take advantage of the benefits. He gained a lot of benefits with that face."

The sun was so bright at noon that it was dazzling. Yonggui was stroking the back of his head like a light bulb. He raised his eyelashes when he heard this: "The benefits?"

Among them, Meng Jue had personally experienced the battle between immortals and demons. After a night of rest, a group of people gathered in the backyard of Zhou Mansion to exchange information.

"There are many famous ladies and female cultivators in the world of cultivation. Xie Ju's handsome trick is superb. His best trick is to start a heart-warming love story with them."

Meng Jue was quite disdainful of this behavior and sneered lazily on the corner of his mouth: "Then he took advantage of the situation and either took advantage of the secrets of martial arts or sought information on war. He was also named "The Lord of Love"."

It is said to be passionate, but it is actually the most ruthless.

After more than ten thousand flowers passed by, the leaves did not touch their bodies. However, the girls he was involved in, at the least they would lose all their cultivation, and at the worst they would lose their family and die without a place to bury them.

For example, Pei Ji's mother.

The woman spent the rest of her life for him, but she did not think about believing in the thief, which led to the demons' attack on the city and the people's livelihood withered. She, a former noble girl, was wandering and wandering, and eventually she could only hide in the ruined village and survive.

For Xie Yu, like many women who were deceived by him, she was just a tool for entertainment. Where did she get sentimentality or sincerity? When she loses her value, the famous Demon Lord may not even remember the name of Pei Ji's biological mother.

She is such a sad existence.

In Xie Yu's life, only his passionate love, hate and affection with Zhou Yimei, what future generations are interested in is this bloody past.

Just like the storybook is always just a spotlight for the male and female protagonists, no matter what kind of story others have experienced, they are destined not to be known.

Ning Ning felt a little sad inexplicably, rubbed her cheeks on both sides hard, trying to make herself look more energetic. Not far away, there were birds chirping, and she squinted her eyes in the dazzling sunshine, and suddenly a thought flashed through her mind.

Ning Ning looked up curiously at Meng Jue: "Senior Brother, you said before that Miss Zhou looked familiar. I wonder if she has any eyebrows today?"

Since Meng Jue subconsciously said that, Ning Ning has put more cares on Zhou Yimei.

The first thought that came to her mind was that in this bloody state of Futu, perhaps like the direction of many family ethics dramas, Zhou Yimei was related to someone present.

Later, after thinking about it, I almost played the marriage recognition conference together to find fault, but except for her and Pei Ji's tear mole, there was nothing more doubtful about it.

If this reason is ruled out, Zhou Yimei is likely to be the one who sent Xie Yu into the Demon Refining Tower...

So at what time, would she have met Meng Jue?

When this idea suddenly passed through his mind, Ningning's heart thumped.

This makes sense.

Meng Jue is so smart. It is rumored that he can't forget his ten lines when he was studying in the school. His memory of Zhou Yimei is so vague, which shows that the meeting between the two should have been many years ago.

And coincidentally, Meng Jue experienced a battle between immortals and demons.

——In other words, at the end of this story of repeated entanglement, love and hate, Zhou Yimei did not become a dodder flower attached to Xie Yu. Not only did she avenge the blood sea of ​​extermination, but she also survived the disaster in the burning mountains and fire and saved her life.

“It’s really interesting to talk about this.”

Meng Jue didn't know what he thought of, stretched his eyebrows and smiled softly: "You must not think of that Miss Zhou..."

Ning Ning was so curious that she listened carefully from the side. Unfortunately, he was suddenly interrupted by another male voice in the middle of his speech.

Xie Yu brought his scrupulous little fairy Gu Zhaozhao to come here with him. The latter hugged his hands tightly on his arms, which made Ning Ning couldn't help but think again:

When she went to the welfare home to work as a volunteer and helped the elderly who were inconvenient with her legs and feet, she saw this scene in front of her. Thanks to the Demon Lord for helping her recall her youth.

"Dear Taoist priests."

As a demon cultivator, Xie Yu felt arrogance and sinisterness in his bones. He did not hide his contempt and disdain for these defectors, but due to the intelligence needs, he had to patiently get close to them.

After all, it's just acting, Xie Yu is best at this kind of thing.

Although he had a smile on his lips, his eyes were filled with dark indifference, and his voice was as mellow as wine, which brought an addictive magnetic: "Thanks to the information brought by Elder Tianxian, the demons won a great victory on the front line last night."

He glanced at Meng Jue, and his sarcastic smile became deeper: "The Demon Lord has issued an order to call me to Luan City to discuss the plan tonight. I am afraid I will not be able to meet you again in a short time."

tonight.

In other words, Zhou Yimei must do it before tonight.

Ningning looked at him with a little more pity.

It’s so happy to see how happy the child is. I really hope that when Miss Zhou is stabbed with a sword, he will be as happy as he is now.

When he said Cao Cao, he arrived. As soon as Zhou Yimei's name came to his mind, Ningning saw her shadow not far away.

Xie Yu was merciless in humiliation. Knowing that Zhou Yimei had his right hand was deposed, she still drove her to do miscellaneous work day and night, and lived a harder and more tiring life than the Zhou servants.

To put it nicely, it is called vengeful revenge. To put it bluntly, this man is a petty man. The thing on his neck is not called a head, it is simply an acute tumor.

Oh, it's so disgusting.

Zhou Yimei held a broom in her left hand and saw them in the gap between her eyes. After facing Ningning for a short time, her face lowered her head and continued to clean.

Ning Ning said curiously: "Master Demon Lord, if you go to Luancheng, what should that Miss Zhou do?"

"she?"

Whenever Zhou Yimei mentioned, Xie Yu's expression would be more impatient than before. He frowned and glanced over and deliberately increased the volume: "It's just a woman who can just play with her, and I don't see what kind of person she has become. Do I have to bring her with me?"

Zhou Yimei remained indifferent and continued to sweep the floor.

"When this right hand is broken, I don't know what way out there will be, let alone Chongling is now occupied by demon soldiers. When I leave, she will lose her backing..."

He seemed to be angry at the other party's love, and a little annoyance appeared in his eyebrows: "If you really want to survive, just kneel down and beg me with tears, maybe it will make me feel softer and take her away from Chongling."

This is a very straightforward hint. It seems that although Xie Yu acted very disgusted with her, he still couldn't help but care quietly in his heart.

It’s a pity that he racked his brains and said, Zhou Yimei always lowered her head as if no one was around, and didn’t even look at her.

Ningning pursed her lips tightly and forced herself not to laugh out loud.

Although it is a bit vicious, from her perspective, the scene at this moment...

It's really like a dog barking at a sweeping robot.

Xie Yu held back his anger and took a deep breath.

He seemed to have been treated like this many times, and had some ability to withstand pressure. Even if he was so embarrassed, he gritted his teeth and said, "Pretending to be noble? When you cry in the future!"

Gu Zhaozhao was marinated in the charming aroma of tea, gently stroked his arm, and his voice was as soft as instant instant noodles that had been cooked for an entire hour:

"Ayu should not be angry. Miss. She is so kind... You don't know that you and I were always looking at her back then, but she never appreciated her. She was always cold."

"My master's white moonlight always wants to approach me deliberately, no one knows the disgusting idea she is pretending to be."

Ningning stuffed a peanut into her mouth and said to Pei Ji beside her: "Think about whether you are worthy in advance. Mother told me not to play with a fool, why should I pay attention to her?"

Gu Zhaozhao's expression froze for a moment. After a fierce ideological struggle, he decided not to pay attention to her and continued to blow the wind in Xie Yu's ears: "Her temperament has made you so tired. Don't think about it. Let's go. If you are unhappy, I will feel distressed."

Ning Ning looked sad and looked at the world and recalled the past: "She loves to pretend so much, she must be very tired. She feels distressed."

Gu Zhaozhao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward with a step on his right leg: "You...!"

Pei Ji held the hilt of the sword expressionlessly.

Xie Yu frowned: "Zhaozhao, what are you doing!"

"Miss Gu, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Ning seemed to be startled and shrank behind Pei Ji: "I am talking about the white moonlight of my master, but I didn't mention you in a word... You and the Demon Lord couple have a deep affection. Shouldn't you share the same hatred with me and criticize that bad woman together?"

Gu Zhaozhao's lips twitched.

"I'm sorry, I can't speak. Didn't it make Miss Gu angry? I rarely deal with others. Unlike girls, you are good at this. You can speak anything. It's so amazing."

Ning Ning looked aggrieved, said, taking a breath, and turned to Xie Yu, who was beside him: "It's my fault for this, Lord Demon Lord, don't take it to heart. It's not that Miss Gu has a bad temper, but that's all because I'm stupid."

Gu Zhaozhao's mouth had already started to twist and dance wildly.

Bai Ye was stunned by the hearing, his heart was in agitation, and he just slapped the table and shouted "It's invincible."

Ning Ning was so angry that she was so aggressive that she took Gu Zhaozhao's fancy language art for herself. She not only implicitly mocked her to speak people and speak lies at ghosts, but also pointed out that the woman had a bad temper.

As for the sentence "I blame me for this matter" is the essence, which instantly portrays Ningning as a soft and weak victim, making Xie Fu unable to find a reason to question it.

As for Gu Zhaozhao.

She was determined to maintain the image of the Virgin Mary White Lotus, who was ignorant of the world. She would never admit that she was exactly the same as the "bad woman in white moonlight" mentioned by Ningning. She could only suffer a loss in silence and keep a smile and accept ridicule.

It's amazing.

If Ningning publishes a book tomorrow, he will definitely be the first to buy it.

Gu Zhaozhao and Xie Yu were like two angry flamingos, and they both left soon.

Ningning won the battle, lazily yawned, opened her eyes again, and bumped into Zhou Yimei, who was not far away.

Miss Zhou's heart was as clear as a mirror. Of course, it could be seen that the strange girl was helping her. Although she was still wary of her eyes when she looked at Ningning, she was obviously much softer than before: "Thank you."

"Need not."

Ningning grinned at her and glanced at the horizon.

The sun, which was still hanging in the dome not long ago, had curled up under the clouds at some point.

The sun halo was spinning outward layer by layer, becoming lighter and lighter, and finally quietly connected with a quiet and lighter gray in the clouds like clouds.

Looking further, there was a faint ink color that was surging like a tide.
To be continued...