Sunset.

Ancient road.

Yan She rode on the horse and clasped her fists at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Brother Lu, please rest assured, the Demon Lord is a disaster for the world, and eradicating him is our people who should cut off their obligations. Last time I had already discussed with Elder Mu to form an alliance to encircle and suppress the Demon Lord. After I return to Emei this time, I will definitely step up this matter."

Lu Xiaofeng replied, "Thank you, Brother Yan, the disaster of the Demon Lord is not something that can be solved by one person. Only when the entire river and lake are united can we defeat evil and bring light to the world."

Yan She left with his horse and said proudly: "Save this man in trouble and bring peace to a hundred generations. This is our responsibility! Benevolence is his responsibility, and he will die!"

The afterglow of dusk made his back look particularly slender.

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a long time, suddenly sighed, and looked at Hua Manlou beside him, who gave him a smile.

...

In the dark night, the white bone hearse was galloping under the night sky, not knowing where to start or where to return.

In the car, Shangguan Feiyan reported blankly: "Report to Master, after Mrs. Gongsun disappeared, I have gradually controlled most of the Red Shoes' power, but this organization seems to be deeper, so I shouldn't have taken action rashly."

Yan She nodded: "You did a good job. As for the rest, it's not something you can do. I will do it myself."

Shangguan Feiyan lowered her head and remained silent.

Yan She glanced at a corner of the carriage, where two dead bodies were lying, namely Aunt Gongsun and the honest monk.

He raised his left hand and flicked his index finger. Two qi forces shot out from the air and landed on the acupoints of the two.

After a moment, the two of them who were already haggard and unbearable, woke up. Even the ones who knew them the most were definitely not recognizing that they were the original honest monk and aunt Gongsun.

Especially Aunt Gongsun, who was originally called stunning, is now as old as the "Grandma Xiong" she once played, which is extremely miserable, and the honest monk is also extremely vicissitudes, as if he had just come out of hell.

Yan She did not torture the two of them, and with their will, they were not afraid of any torture at all.

But destroying the body is just the lowest level of magical methods. Yan She claims to be the Lord of All Demons, and the evil path is supreme, and he also disdains to use those low-level things at all.

He has long been a demon who has been free from low-level fun.

His means were to integrate the psychology of later generations and the spirit of the Demon Cult, and to the valuable experience accumulated by many years of murder and arson, and after a series of inhumane things, the two of them became like this.

At this moment, although they were still alive, they were no different from being dead. Their eyes were extremely ashamed, and they could not say a word when they looked at the familiar face sitting next to them.

Yan She smiled: "Now do you think what is the difference between my methods compared to Gong Jiu?"

After a long time, the honest monk said: "Someone once said that Gong Jiu is composed of nine things: the liquid of a poisonous snake, the heart of a fox, the ice and snow in the North Sea, the rocks on the Tianshan Mountains, the bravery of a lion, the ruthlessness of a jackal, the patience of a camel, the intelligence of a human, and a ghost from the eighteen levels of hell."

"What about me?"

"You are a real devil, without any impurities!" Gongsun's wife said.

A hybrid composed of nine kinds of things is naturally inferior to the real devil.

Yan She nodded with satisfaction and accepted their praise: "It seems that I am better."

The honest monk, Aunt Gongsun stopped talking.

Yan She smiled and said, "Don't be so lifeless. At least you are still alive now, and I don't plan to kill you yet."

Aunt Gongsun frowned and said, "We know your identity as the Demon Lord. Don't you kill us to silence us?"

Yan She shook her head and said, "First, you will not have the opportunity to say it; second, even if you say it, no one will believe it, and you have no evidence at all.

Even if someone suspects me because of this, as long as I stop using the identity of the Demon Lord, there will be no problem. Anyway, this is just a convenient identity. As long as I am willing, I can completely become the supreme ghost, the supreme god, and the supreme hero... This will not affect anything."

Gongsun and Aunt Gongsun couldn't speak. Who could do this kind of vest monster?

Yan She looked outside and suddenly said, "We are almost here."

The honest monk said, "Where are you going to take us?"

Yan Shedao: "Go to meet that hybrid composed of nine things."

Aunt Gongsun's expression changed: "You want to see the Ninth Prince?"

Yan She said: "No, and we have arrived!"

The Bone hearse suddenly stopped.

In front is a huge mansion, which is a royal palace, the Taiping Prince's Mansion.

The royal palace is naturally huge. Yan She and the honest monks spent a lot of energy to find the place where Prince Taiping was.

Prince Taiping is the senior figure Gong Jiu and Young Master Jiu among the invisible people.

At this moment, the lights in his room were still on.

Yan She brought the honest monk and Aunt Gongsun approached the room, but she felt a little strange.

They opened the room.

In the room, a young man with disheveled hair and a pale face was struggling and rolling on the ground.

His body was pale and thin, with spots of blood, but it was made by him with a needle.

He still has a needle in his hand.

The room is elegant and gorgeously decorated, and the clothes scattered on the ground are also exquisitely handmade and of noble quality.

This is indeed the room of Prince Taiping, and this person is indeed Gong Jiu.

When he saw Yan She and the other two breaking in, he was shocked, but he still did not move.

He shouted in a low voice: "Whip...Whip..."

Yan She looked at the head of the bed, and there was indeed a whip hanging on the wooden rack there.

"Thut me with a whip...took me hard..." he roared.

Yan She glanced at him indifferently, and with a slit with his right hand, the whip automatically flew into his hand, and then handed it to Aunt Gongsun: "Take him, suck him hard."

Aunt Gongsun was still in shock. She could not imagine that the nine young master who was tall and like a god had such a side, and his hand holding the whip could not move at all.

The honest monk was also stunned. Looking at the young man who was roaring and rolling on the ground, he could not match the ninth prince he had remembered.

But Gong Jiu could no longer bear it. He pounced on Aunt Gongsun, his eyes were red and roared: "Take me, whip hard!"

His eyes were filled with begging.

Unhesitating, Gongsun raised the whip in his hand and thrust hard at Gong Jiu, thrusting it against his pale and thin chest.

Gong Jiu let out a long and comfortable whistle.

If the first whip is whipped, the second whip will not be difficult.

The heavier the whip, Gong Jiu's eyes became brighter, and his body suddenly curled up and stretched out again, then lay there, unable to move, and he was satisfied.

Aunt Gongsun staggered back and sat down, her clothes were soaked.

At this time, Gong Jiu suddenly stood up, tidied up his clothes with a blank expression, and soon became a handsome and noble young man, completely different from the previous one.

He looked coldly at Aunt Gongsun on the ground and the honest monk who was still shocked, and said in an tone that seemed to be an emperor: "Do you know your guilt?"
Chapter completed!