Although the battle scene in the city just now was so grand that the whole city could see it, the people of Yunchendu, who have experienced various terrible terrorist attacks during this period, have developed a big heart.
Fight as you wish, it doesn't matter if you don't threaten me...
Things are complicated during the New Year. People see that the war between good and evil is over, and it doesn't look like the war will start again, so they go to bed one after another... planning to go to pay New Year greetings tomorrow... and sweep the tombs of those who are supposed to... Fuyuan Road here
There is a custom of sweeping tombs during the New Year.
In the Hanging Sword Division, it was only then that the singing and singing began to fall.
Qiu Tongxi gathered a large number of Xuanjian Division commanders and guards who had left their hometowns and never returned home to have a drink and barbecue together.
They drank until they dispersed in the middle of the night.
Feng Ning was dragged by Qiu Tongxi to drink a whole jar of strong liquor. Even if he had a ninth-level skill, he would inevitably fall down while walking.
Holding on to the wall, I felt a little dizzy, but I still forced myself to walk towards the door.
Just by drinking, the depression in my heart was brought out...
This kind of lingering melancholy is like a smell, invisible and intangible, but it is real...
On weekdays, Feng Ning, Yang Qianqian, and Jiang Xiaohu all work together, and they get along very closely every day.
Of course, after getting along day and night, there was inevitably some hidden affection for Yang Qianqian, but Yang Qianqian's love for Jiang Xiaohu was so obvious that Fengning couldn't express his love at all...
Why, why am I not as good as Xiaohu... Qianqian likes him, why does the boss only teach him martial arts?
There are some ideas that Feng Ning may have never had before, but they are brewing at this moment.
Holding the wall with his left hand, the eyes of the young man dressed in black and white robes began to emit a dark red halo, and a faint black evil aura began to surround his body.
The demon suppressed under the Alchemy Tower of the Shentian Ruins was itself transformed into a demon using the aura of pure spiritual fire, but seven hundred years of lonely suppression had turned the demon into a vicious evil spirit with a violent temperament.
Demon.
The possessed Feng Ning has been lurking in the ruins of Shentian until now. The spirit demon has been slowly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to restore its demonic power. Today, while Feng Ning was drunk, he was trying to take the opportunity to demonize Feng Ning and make him his slave.
Feng Ning's expression became increasingly ferocious, and the demonic aura on his body became more and more intense...
The possessed spirit demon became more and more excited... After being suppressed for more than seven hundred years, he could finally see the light of day again!
Thinking about it this way, I feel a little excited.
"Meow~"
At this moment, a cat meowed.
The cry is just an ordinary cry, but its essence contains the aura of a high-level demon clan that only the demon clan can feel.
No...this can't just be regarded as a high-level demon clan...this is an imperial-level demonic energy that can only be possessed by top-level demons!
The spirit demon suddenly felt in a trance, and the demonic energy lingering around Xiao Siwei began to withdraw into Feng Ning's body.
Damn it, how come the demon clan has gained an emperor-level cat demon in seven hundred years... The spirit demon is a little surprised...
Then, a civet cat with an arrogant expression and cold eyes walked over with proud steps.
He raised his four paws high and then lowered them, looking at Feng Ning like he was looking at a mouse.
Feng Ning's body had his eyes closed, but a female voice filled with fear and respect sounded from his body...
"I have met the emperor...I wonder if I can provide any humble contribution to the emperor?"
The hierarchy among the demon clan is strict, and the gap between career and bloodline is absolutely irreversible.
Although Nanke usually lives in the Xuanjian Division as a talking little house cat, the essence of being the fifth demon king, Moruo Shishi, has not changed in his body.
The four paws were gathered together, the tail shook slightly, and he opened his mouth and said:
"A spirit monster dares to enslave humans on my territory? Stop your stupid behavior and never try something like this again."
"Good sir...I will obey your wishes..."
The spirit demon controlled Feng Ning's body and knelt down, his expression full of respect.
"Okay, your soul is incomplete, don't show it in normal times, and don't reveal the situation of me here to humans... Do you understand?"
Nanke's expression was still as cold and solemn as the statue at the entrance of the Hanging Sword Division.
The spirit demon was suppressed by Nanke's voice and shivered, and it prostrated even more respectfully:
"Honor your will."
This spirit demon didn't know the purpose of Nanke, the demon emperor, here, nor did it know the reason why it asked it to do this, but its innate respect for the demon emperor made it choose to obey.
Soon, the demonic aura around Feng Ning completely retracted back into his body, and the dark red halo in his pupils also dissipated.
Xiao Siwei's drunkenness was completely overcome by the demonic aura, and he found himself lying on the ground in a dazed posture...
"Huh? What I am..."
When he raised his head, he saw a civet cat looking at him with an arrogant and disdainful look.
"Meow~"
Nanke barked, flicked his tail, and turned around to leave.
Alas, I saved this garbage human stronghold with just my words... It seems that although my demonic power has not yet been restored, I still have the same style~
Having made such a great contribution, I deserve a reward! Go to the kitchen and steal two small dried fishes... The fifth demon emperor? Lord Morakshashi thought this way.
And put it into practice... leaving Fengning alone and messy in the wind...
As for Han Feng, he had no idea what one of his subordinates had just experienced and was sitting on the roof of the Hanging Sword Division hall with Chu Qingni.
The little monk Cheng Xin was chased by the White Bone Xiangzong for a whole day, and he was able to escape all the way into Yunchen City only by relying on various Buddhist magical powers. By late at night, he was exhausted, so Han Feng arranged for him to go to bed early.
He chose to continue chatting with Chu Qingni.
What this girl said to me just now really shocked me.
There is no moon in the sky, but the stars are scattered like water drops on a lotus leaf.
The brightness and destruction are uncertain.
A young man in white and a girl in red were sitting on the glazed tiles.
Chu Qingni broke a plum blossom from somewhere in her hand and shook it gently in her hand. With a faint smile on her lips, she glanced over and looked at Han Feng:
"Oh, you were a boring person to begin with, why have you turned into a dull person now? Didn't I just say that I like you, but didn't you even say anything to me?"
The girl in red said a little anxiously.
Han Feng suddenly turned around and looked at Chu Qingni with serious eyes:
"Then what should you do if I say I like you too?"
This time it was Chu Qingni's turn to be confused, and she hesitated a little:
"This...this, this, this..."
Han Feng did not stop, but continued:
"I thought about it carefully. I can't explain how I feel about you. I admire your ability a little, like your beauty a little, and I'm a little afraid of your plans... I saw you appearing in front of me on New Year's Eve.
I’m a little touched...it’s too much thought, I can’t explain it clearly.”
Chu Qingni looked at Han Feng like this and remembered the time when the two of them fled together.
The bonfire that night is as bright in my memory as the stars tonight.
Suddenly, a few pieces of plain white velvet snow fell on the shoulders of the girl in red.