Under a large banyan tree with lush leaves and catkins, Ah-Dai watched from a distance, expressionless as he watched his father being chased by Chen Xi.
"Dumb, go home quickly and find someone to help!"
Hongyi shouted at him, but the little figure under the big banyan tree turned a deaf ear and remained motionless!
"You bastard, didn't you hear what I said? Do you want to die?" Hongyi was desperate and almost crazy.
Chen Xi's eyes were as sharp as a flash, and he sneered coldly: "Stop shouting, for someone like you who doesn't recognize your relatives? How can he save you!"
"Hua Qianxi, you are so cruel!"
Hongyi was covered in blood and his breath was unstable.
In panic, his eyes fell on the cliff with billowing green smoke, and his eyes flashed.
"Don't jump down!" Chen Xi shouted.
However, even though she was very fast, Hong Yi, who was anxious to jump over the wall, jumped off the cliff one step ahead of her.
Too bad!
Feng Qingyang is still giving poison to the imperial grandmother down there!
Chen Xi's thoughts were racing, and a red figure flashed in the group of magical beasts that shone like ice crystals, like a stream of colorful light. In the blink of an eye, he jumped off the cliff and disappeared from the sight of the magical beasts.
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The high cliff is bottomless, and no one can clearly see the scenery at the bottom of the cliff amid the rippling blue waves.
Everyone in the world knows that Wanshou Mountain is one of the lairs of the Demon Lord.
This is the first residence where he becomes a demon.
However, what the world doesn't know is that this is also the residence where the Demon Lord comes most often.
Not for anything else, just because, the bottom of this cliff is like a paradise in the world, quiet and without disputes, not to mention the prying eyes of ghosts and the surveillance of gods.
In this majestic and vast palace at the bottom of the cliff, the walls are made of colored glass, the lamps are made of night pearls, the flowers are fragrant, and the grass is green.
It was so quiet and peaceful that no one except the Demon Lord dared to come down easily.
However, this Demon Palace is destined to be very lively today!
Feng Qingyang took the dying Empress Dowager and sat cross-legged on the soft couch. In order to successfully absorb the toxins from the Empress Dowager's body, Feng Qingyang decisively released the suppressed magic power.
The alluring face was replaced by a beautiful and voluptuous face, and the smooth black silk on her head instantly turned silver-white, winding to the ground.
Her beautiful face is like the one carefully carved by the Goddess Nuwa, and every arc is flawless.
He concentrated on giving poison to the Empress Dowager, and the green, red, and purple toxins were transferred from the Empress Dowager's body to his palms, and disappeared into nothing in his invulnerable body!
Time slips away slowly in the hourglass.
Four hours have passed!
The Empress Dowager's complexion gradually improved, and although her breathing was weak, her life was finally saved!
As long as Feng Qingyang removes the last drop of poison from her body, she will be safe and sound.
At this last critical moment, suddenly, a blood-red shadow burst into the bright hall, and the fishy smell covered up the fragrant fragrance of flowers, filling the high hall.
"Demon Lord, help me...Demon Lord, please save this little one's life..."
Hongyi plopped down and knelt at Feng Qingyang's feet, raising his hand to pull Feng Qingyang's robe.
Suddenly, the man who was so focused turned his head and glanced at him with his cold purple eyes. His eyes were sharp and not angry, and he shrank back in fear.
"Demon Lord, seeing that I have followed you for so many years and have no merit but hard work, please save me. Please..."
"Noisy!"
Feng Qingyang flicked his sleeves, and the disturbing red clothes flew away with a roar.