Pride falls

Chapter 127 Villain's Rescue Guide

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Zhou Qian grew up in the Xiuxian Mountain Gate since he was a child. His bones are clear and talented. He formed the alchemy early at the age of 16. He is famous in the Xianmen. No one does not recognize him.

That is... Everyone said that he was good-looking, but his temper was extremely stubborn and hopelessly stubborn. He was warlike by nature, liked to hunt pheasants and hares, and often played tricks on his classmates.

There are often people whispering behind the scenes: "That kid Zhou Qian is very crazy, he committed another crime..."

Being pressed against it all day long, he has long been tired of staying in this fairy gate.

Now Zhou Qian has been silent for a long time, thinking about what she just said, she feels a little guilty.

After being under the influence of those old bones for so many years, how could Song Qingjue fall into the devil's way with him.

He was also confused. He knew that it would be fine to use others to take care of him, and he shouldn't have expected others in the first place.

With her heart beating hard, Zhou Qian laughed dryly:

"Yes, yes, thanks to my junior brother taking good care of me. You see, it will be all right after a while. God sent you to save me. I am really blessed..."

Outside the window, there was a constant patter of rain.Hearing these words, this young junior brother from the Xian family, who was so righteous and upright, sat down by the bed and laughed.

Zhou Qian almost thought she had heard wrong.

"Rest early."

Song Qingjue helped him turn off the light and cover up the quilt, then made a bunk next to the bed and fell asleep.

Zhou Qian closed her eyes and said casually, "Good night, Junior Brother."

Song Qing never said another word.

Early the next morning, they set off.

Zhou Qian couldn't understand why Song Qingjue was so kind.

Yu Jianfei was too conspicuous, Song Qingjue carried him for a long time, and sent him to the entrance of the Demon Realm.

Perhaps it was because he had cultivated the way of magic, there were always evil spirits following him along the way.But Zhou Qianzheng was weak and unable to subdue them for the time being, so he had to watch Song Qingjue summon spirit beasts to kill them one by one.

"I'll protect you," he said.

Zhou Qian lay on his shoulder wanting to cry without tears.

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Zhou Qian will regret it many years later.

He didn't know that when he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he buried his head in relying on the young Song Qingjue.

The slightly dry lips brushed the back of the neck lightly, and the restless breathing made Song Qingjue a little itchy.

"Wake up, it's already here."

At that time, this kind fellow student put him at the entrance of the Demon Realm, said something he didn't understand under the tree, and left.

Zhou Qian tried hard to remember, but only remembered one sentence.

"Zhou Qian," Song Qingjue smiled wryly, "You liar."

Ten years later.

Reminiscing that Zhou Qian was known by the immortal sect when he entered the magic way, and was personally led to the execution platform by his master. Under the crowd watching, he was almost beaten to death by the immortal whip.

He is indeed a liar, and he turned to the Demon Sect behind his back.In the past ten years, he has practiced exercises with his new master, and he has been able to live happily, calm down the demon world, and clean up the mess.

Master was killed by a fairy elder, and his only last wish before his death was to rule the world.

Zhou Qian became a Demon Lord, pointing his sword at hundreds of sects of immortals, and destroyed three sects.

On the contrary, Song Qingjue fights monsters and upgrades all the way, slays demons and eliminates demons, and in troubled times, he and his elder sister lead the disciples of the sect to eliminate evil spirits.

Fairy style.

Others all praised the two as a good match, they were talented and beautiful, but they only sighed that they were not close to each other.

Song Qing never expressed his thoughts in this regard, he treated everyone the same on weekdays, and declined the overtures of many junior sisters.At the Xianmen Conference, the elder sister confided in him, but he still refused in front of everyone.

He said: "Senior Sister, you and I are just a fellowship."

The disciples who were watching and booing dispersed, causing the elder sister to shut herself in the room and cry for several days.

Since he won the first place in the Immortal Gate Conference, love letters have been sent by white pigeons one after another.The younger junior sisters from other sects spoke fiercely in the letter, praising him for his brilliance, his immortal demeanor, and their admiration for him.

They didn't know that Song Qingjue was busy going out to slay demons, so he simply handed over all the letters to his friends in the same school to reply.

The modest gentleman in the reply is not him.

a few days later.

Passing a hidden dense forest, Song Qingjue was standing at the entrance of the Demon Realm in a green shirt holding a sword, clenched his fists, and the protruding veins on the back of his hands could be seen faintly.

The elder sister followed suspiciously, leading a group of immortal disciples who had not received their sword energy, with awe-inspiring justice.

"Why does junior brother insist on coming here? The evil spirits are so rampant here, even if you hear that there is a demon world nearby... you can't get in."

Song Qingjue's face was gloomy: "Wait a little longer, or you go first."

Although the elder sister was surprised, she didn't say much anymore, knowing his temper, she also stood with him.From time to time, he swung down the green-gold fairy sword in his hand to sweep away the evil spirits that entangled him.

"Zhou Qian."

Song Qingjue took a step forward, put his hand on a dry and inconspicuous tree bark, pressed it to his forehead, and said in a low voice:

"Zhou Qian, come out."

"You come out."

The voice trembled.

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The elder sister thought of one thing.

She knew very well in her heart that ever since he rushed to the execution platform ten years ago and tried his best to keep the well-known crime Zhou Qian, she knew that the relationship between the two would not be that simple.

There was an uproar at that time.

The master was furious and almost expelled him from the division.Even though he was about to be beaten to pieces, the little junior accepted it silently and hugged Zhou Qian tightly.

Never mention a typo.

She has completely lost contact with the fairy sect that raised him and taught him. The elder sister has seen how rampant the demon king has been in the world in the past ten years.

After half an hour passed, the senior sister stepped forward and grabbed him:

"Junior brother, let me advise you, don't waste time here, the road is long and the road is long, and the evil may still be ahead, don't you think so?"

Song Qingjue turned to look at her, his eyes were dim.

Without waiting for a response, Song Qing said no more, raised his sword and raised the dust to leave.

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On the other side, in the palace of the Demon Realm.

Zhou Qian was finishing his tender chicken and grilled fish beautifully, when he heard his subordinate report, he was so frightened that he dropped his chopsticks.

Song Qingjue came directly to kill him?

Death? Isn't it?

The subordinate smiled wryly: "Mozun, please pay attention to your demeanor."

"He left when he couldn't come in. The subordinate did not stop him as you ordered before."

He comforted himself, it's okay, it's okay, it's fine if you can't come in.

In his heart, he didn't want Song Qingjue to die so soon.It's too cheap for the demon here to kill him with a sword, so it has to be remembered by the people of the world, it is better to torture him slowly.

Zhou Qian just found it interesting.

He always liked to see these famous immortal families panicking.

Seeing that the hundred families of Xianmen were eliminated by him one by one, things became more and more interesting, and the emptiness in his heart was filled.

He enjoys the pleasure of killing, and is glad that he has finally found his destination.

After the meal, the hall was really boring, Zhou Qian figured that Song Qingjue had gone far with the group of extremely weak immortal disciples, so he easily left the dormitory.

——He thought of a new way to toss the fairy gate.To get rid of the immortal sect that has raised him for many years, it is necessary to let those old bones have a fresh taste.

It can also be regarded as a generous gift before their death.

He didn't know that he forgot to whitewash his eyes alone, those seductive peach blossom eyes were so alluring.

Zhou Qian disguised himself as a young scholar, and walked in the small town at the foot of Xianmen Mountain, so that he could feel at ease.Listening to the yelling on the street, he paid for a bunch of candied haws, and walked while eating.

There is a portrait of him on the wall, which makes him ugly and warns the world to be careful.

He laughed in his heart at the stupidity of ordinary people, and bumped into someone when he didn't want to go head-on.

The unfinished candied haws fell to the ground.The man saluted and apologized, Zhou Qian took a closer look and found that it was a disciple of the immortal sect in white robes.

It takes no effort to get it.

Zhou Qian said it was okay, and asked him if he could take him to visit Song Qingjue of Xianmen, saying that he had a difficult problem to ask, and he could only solve it.

The man looked at this handsome little scholar, and thought that it was not some villain who came to make trouble, and according to the rules of the immortal sect, serving the people is what should be done, so he agreed.

Following the man up the mountain and into the gate of the Xianjia, he learned that Song Qingjue hadn't come back.

It was arranged, so Zhou Qian waited in a guest room.The interior of the room is decorated with fragrance and elegance, which is quite different from his domineering and dazzling palace.

Zhou Qian wasn't used to being here, so she bent over the desk and fiddled with the talisman papers for a while, and then ate some meals that the cook kindly sent.

It's so unpalatable, it's so bland that it doesn't seem to have any smoke.

The tastes of these people have not changed at all, eh.

"You're back, is everything going well?" Someone outside the door asked.

"Ah."

"Qing Jue, someone has come to see you."

"Ah."

"...What's the matter, Senior Sister Yue'er?"

"Junior Brother Qingjue is not in a good mood today, let's leave first."

There was a greeting sound from outside, Zhou Qian opened the window and saw that it was Song Qingjue who was back, followed by the beautiful elder sister.He yawned and looked out the window at dusk.

Zhou Qian chuckled, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This exorcism is really tiring, it might as well be practical for him to use it for himself.

Song Qingjue pushed open the door in a green shirt, and saw a handsome little scholar lying on the table with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

The little scholar heard the movement, and opened his eyes dimly.Seeing him standing by the door, looking tired, the little scholar smiled at him with a bent eye.

"Good morning, sir."

Song Qingjue let out a "huh", then met those peach blossom eyes, and was rarely stunned.Then he realized that he was polite and asked him what he wanted from him.

The little scholar was taken aback for a moment, exchanged some pleasantries with him, and continued:

"It's getting late, let's take a rest first, that's it, how about getting up tomorrow morning and discussing it with Xian Zhang."

"Can I...can I stay here overnight?"

The little scholar smiled softly, and his long hair fell down.

Song Qingjue closed the window of the guest room with a cold face: "What do you want to say, sir, it's better to be straightforward."

Zhou Qian didn't think well.

His purpose is to sleep here, and then take advantage of the night to take Song Qingjue into his magic hall and lock him up. Those old bones will definitely be anxious.

Fun to think about.

But I can't come here for nothing.

He endured his nausea and showed a sweet smile.

"But the Immortal Elder is also tired, right? I don't want to bother the Immortal Elder. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

Zhou smiled and raised his eyes, only to find that Song Qingjue was looking down at him, very quiet, a little scary.