"hiss……"

The old man took a breath of cold air, and his goose bumps fell all over the floor, and he couldn't help but say in surprise:

"Where is this monster coming from?!"

"Oh, Grandpa You, you are joking with others again, be careful that they will ignore you in the future!"

I saw a young man with red lips and white teeth, and polished powder walking into the back courtyard with small steps, shaking steps three times.

The man is handsome and slender, but his temperament is too feminine and his words are so coquettish that it makes people unable to distinguish his specific gender.

But he is indeed a pure man, because his wife has not occupied enough positions for three wives and four concubines.

And I also heard that he and his wife are as good as sisters.

He is the contemporary saint of the Huajian School, and the Yin Wuhen, who is known as the Flower Face Lord.

Today Yin Wuhen was wearing a crescent white robe, which was spotless, especially the style of the clothes was the same as Qi Ye wore.

"Brother Qiye, look at my clothes, are you very good at matching with you?"

Qiye's forehead was covered with black lines, and then he began to have expressionless expressions.

He didn't want to answer this question.

But in fact, this guy in front of him is not only really disgusting, but also good in other aspects, especially treating him differently and supporting him after getting started.

The nerves must be tougher to withstand waves of indiscriminate mental attacks.

Qiye suddenly missed Jiang Ping a little.

If he were there, he would definitely be inferior to him and even disgusted him so much that he couldn't eat.

The old man, the temple guardian You Jiuling, endured his teeth and said:

"Yin Wuhen, is it interesting to say that you are a middle-aged man in his forties pretending to be young all day long?

If you don't disgust, I'm still disgusted.

And your makeup will not be taken care of by which wife you have, right?

By the way, if you want to be a woman, why do you still have to get married?"

Yin Wuhen didn't care about You Jiuling's ridicule at all, and even put his hips on his hips, thrust his chest, and hummed:

“I married them to be sisters with them.

Only by being honest with each other can I learn the essence of being a woman from them.

I, Yin, is not a traitor with bad reputation, so I will naturally marry them.

And they don’t know how happy they will be after marrying me.

I can not only be their husband, but also their sister, and I don’t mess with men, men are the dirtiest creatures in the world.

Of course, except for Brother Qiye.

If Brother Qiye is willing to marry me, I will divorce them immediately, and I will really not care if I become a woman."

As he said that, Yin Wuhen blinked playfully at Qiye, secretly sending Qiubo.

Click!

Qiye groaned and silently suffered all the damage.

He turned around and looked at the statue of the Demon Emperor, and then took the initiative to close his hearing.

Because he was afraid that he would take a look more and listen to the "Brother Qiye" more, he couldn't help but kill this disgusting Yin-Yang man with one sword.

On the other side.

Damn!

vomit!!!

You Jiuling almost took out a palm fan and killed the bastard with one fan.

But don’t look at Yin Wuhen’s disgusting feeling so disgusting in front of them.

But it is extremely popular in front of some women.

Because Yin Wuhen can always integrate into them without realizing it, starting from being sisters, then inexplicably become a husband and wife.

So You Jiuling has reason to doubt it.

This guy who has been calling for a woman all his life is actually a completely old lewd embryo.

You Jiuling's eyes became dangerous.

He suddenly remembered a little unpleasant memory.

It is because of this kind of powerful old man who has many powerful methods that he missed the opportunity to hold hands with his beloved girl.

"Yin Wuhen, Tongyou Gu, you are not qualified to attend the meeting here yet, are you?"

Since you can't kill him, it's good to drive him out first, otherwise staying here to disgust yourself, isn't you asking for trouble.

Yin Wuhen covered his mouth and said with a giggle:

"Grandpa You, you misunderstood someone. How dare I take the position of my master? It's just that my master is out and his whereabouts are unknown.

I can only help him attend the meeting for the time being.

But don't worry, I will listen more and talk less later. All the seniors here are, so how can I interfere with them and have conflicts with them?

Did you think so?"

"Across eight hundred miles, I could smell you all over the smell."

A cold voice came, and then a woman in a blood-colored long skirt came in.

The woman is tall, has a cool face, a bulging chest, and is wrapped very tightly, making people unable to help but imagine that there is so much material inside.

"Oh, it's Sister Xun'er. I said you always remember me. You can still remember my taste eight hundred miles away, and you also said you are not in a crush on me?

But don't worry, my wife has married enough now, and she is only loving my brother Qiye who is dedicated to it."

Yin Wuhen looked at Qi Ye who was wandering outside the sky with a shy smile.

The woman's name is Ai Xun'er, the saint of the Extreme Dao lineage among the eight veins of the Demon Sect.

She is good at hard skills and tempers her fists to a harder than Vajra. She cooperates with the "Jidao True Sutra" of the Jidao lineage. She once had the record of escaping calmly after taking three moves from a master.

Her temperament is like a fist, and she is particularly hard, and she looks down on a feminine and artificial man like Yin Wuhen.

In addition, the two of them are the saints and the other is the saints, and they are even more inconsistent.

Hearing Yin Wuhen’s shameless explanation, Ai Xun'er snorted coldly and decided not to have a quarrel with him.

She clasped her fists at You Jiuling and said:

"Old You, Master, traveling far away, Xun'er will attend temporarily."

"The Holy Lord of the Eight Veins, now there are three saints. If there are all saints behind them, tsk..."

You Jiuling glanced at Qiye, chuckled twice, and his expression seemed meaningful.

Obviously everyone knows that the person who beats Tongyou Drum is Qiye.

Whether the Holy Lord of the Huajian Lineage and the Jidao Lineage was really out for a long trip, he sent the Holy Son and Saint Maiden, which was expressing his dissatisfaction.

They can beat this Tongyou drum, but they can't beat it for seven nights.

As long as he is still the Son of the Holy One day, he cannot exercise the power of the Holy Lord.

In fact, as far as You Jiuling knows.

In the near future, it will be the birth of the Demon Emperor for four hundred years. The Holy Lord of the Eight Veins has long wanted to take this opportunity to gather together to discuss matters related to the battle between the righteous and the demons.

So they rushed from all over the world to the Demon Emperor City early.

Otherwise, even these holy sons would not appear. After all, the eight veins each have their own territory, and they are usually very busy.

As expected.

Next, people entered the Emperor's Temple one after another, all of whom were the youngest generation of the Demon Sect.

The White Lotus Saint who emerges from the mud without being stained, and is washed in the clear water without being charming,

The timid expression, the beautiful and charming saint of Yin Gui,

Noble and elegant, primitive saint who shines and shines,

The ruthless sage of love-destroying holy son,

The hazy, mysterious Holy Son of the Sacred Heart,

In addition to the Saint Son of Huajian just now, the Saint Ai Xun'er, and the Saint Son of Bu Tian Qiye.

Four saints and four saints.

The eight veins of the Demon Sect are all here.

Qiye finally turned around.

His eyes swept across the seven saints with different expressions at this moment, without any fluctuations, as if he was looking at all irrelevant items.

"I'm not waiting for you."

Facing everyone, he spoke the first sentence, and then the second sentence:
Chapter completed!