"You will help me?"

Morasha smiled directly and listened to her tone, and it seemed that she was particularly different to this little dragon!

He smashed the storage bags and the spirit pet bags on Wang Shuyue, and Morasha's blood-colored eyes turned to Long Yi with a fierce force, and slapped him with a palm.

Jealousy made people crazy. Wang Shuyue had just taken back the lost storage bag. With the moment she raised her eyes, the two men in front of her started fighting.

One is cruel and cruel, and he will kill someone if he is fatal, while the other is not evasive or retreat, and he will keep his mouth shut, and every sentence will be punished.

Outside the Demon Palace, the sound of fighting seemed to have stopped and the battle was coming to an end.

Wang Shuyue looked at the two men in the hall who were hard to part with, as if they had countless grudges, and looked outside the hall, wondering whether to run or not.

If you run, in which direction will you run so that you won’t get lost in the Demon Palace.

If you don’t run, when will the two people in front of you stop?

The greater the grudge, the greater the grudge, it turned out like this.

Morasha's gorgeous red dress has now turned into rags. The folding fan in Long Yi's hand has been scratched to pieces, leaving only a few bare fan bones.

The two looked at each other, and the hatred could not be eliminated, but just as they were about to turn into a prototype and stir up trouble, Qing Yiren's voice suddenly came in.

"Morashasha, you are the leader of your sect, and you are actually a greedy person who is afraid of death. If you don't come out, I will kill all of you puppets!"

Morasha's eyes, who was still fighting, suddenly darkened. She quickly took the time to open the mirror to check the scene outside the Demon Palace. When she saw that her carefully crafted general puppet fell to the ground, she was removed by someone. She was so angry that she slapped Long Yi, who was rushing up, turned around and rushed out of the Demon Palace.

Wang Shuyue hurriedly glanced at the mirror and was shocked when she saw the metal puppet man on the ground.

Unexpectedly, Morakshasa is actually a figure expert.

Morashaka left, but Long Yi did not chase after him. He calmly threw the broken fan down from the pool of blood, glanced at the Hall of Hell with disgust and walked towards Wang Shuyue.

Wang Shuyue was worried about his master's situation and begged: "Brother God, can you take me out to see my master?"

It was my brother again, Long Yi couldn't help but show a helpless look this time. While signaling her to follow him, he corrected her very seriously.

"Don't call me brother."

"What's that called?"

"My name is Long Yi, just call me... Grandpa Long." His golden eyes were so gentle that it seemed as if water could drip out.

"Master, Grandpa?" Wang Shuyue looked at his face that was as handsome as a mortal. This was too embarrassing to her.

However, the other party was called out to her and was so happy that he even narrowed his eyes. Wang Shuyue was no longer confused and asked tentatively:

"Grandpa Long, why do you want to save me?"

While leading the way, Long Yi said, "Someone entrusted you to me for care. I was dozing off at home. I sensed that you were in danger, so I came down and take a look."

"Who entrusts you to you? Ms. Wang Shufen?" Wang Shuyue asked cautiously.

Unexpectedly, Long Yi turned around and asked in surprise: "Is Zixiao's full name called this?"

When Wang Shuyue heard this title, she knew that her aunt had a different relationship with the young Grandpa Long in front of her. She nodded tentatively, "Yes."

Long Yi suddenly felt surprised and repeated the three words Wang Shufen several times in his mouth, smiling with a rippling heart on his face, "It sounds so nice."

Wang Shuyue: "..." I'm afraid it wasn't for being beaten!

"Ahem!" Wang Shuyue coughed twice, and the man immersed in the inexplicable ripples raised his eyes and looked at her in confusion.

Wang Shuyue asked with a gossip: "Grandpa Long, what is your relationship with Ms. Wang Shufen? Are you good friends?"

"That's right."

Immediately afterwards, Long Yi gave another answer that shocked Wang Shuyue.

"I am her spiritual pet."

"...Once upon a time." He added sadly, as if he was quite regretful.

Wang Shuyue swallowed and glanced at his blonde hair, "Grandpa Long, are you really a dragon?"

A man smiles without saying a word, which is a default.

He reminded: "Don't tell Morashahara the real name of Zixiao."

"Why?" Wang Shuyue asked curiously.

Long Yi began a serious nonsense, and he said, "The devil knows a magic trick. Anyone who knows his real name will be attacked by him."

"He coveted Zixiao for a long time, but he was unable to succeed. If he knew her real name, your aunt would be in danger!"

When Wang Shuyue heard this, she found that Grandpa Long knew about her relationship with her aunt.

wrong!

The point is not this!

That Morashaka has been coveting his aunt for a long time? Isn’t it a big grudge? What the hell is this!

Wang Shuyue felt a little messy.

"Girl, do you remember what I just said?" Long Yi did not receive a positive answer and reminded him seriously.

Wang Shuyue came back to her senses and nodded seriously, "Don't worry, I won't tell that big devil."

Long Yi smiled with satisfaction, looked at her gaze with great affection.

As the two walked, light appeared in front of them. When they walked out of the grotto, an abandoned square came into view.

There was a sound of fighting. Wang Shuyue looked up and saw that Morakshasa, who had been dressed in red in the middle of the square, was surrounded by the Qing Daoist and the disciples of Yunhe Sect. The two sides confronted each other, and the battle was about to begin.

"Master!"

Wang Shuyue shouted excitedly, breaking the anxious atmosphere between both sides.

Everyone looked up and Wang Shuyue, wearing a golden shirt, ran down quickly. Liu Fengmian and others, led by Qingyi, were relieved.

He Qiong, who was accompanying him, saw that the person was still fine. After tensing for two days, his nerves suddenly relaxed, his body became weak and he almost fell down.

Wang Shuyue's disappearance really scared her, the leader.

Fortunately, Liu Fengmian discovered it in time and helped her.

"Is it okay?" Qingyi asked in a deep voice. Although his expression was still so cold, Wang Shuyue could feel his concern and nodded in emotion.

"I'm fine, Grandpa Long saved me." Wang Shuyue turned around and wanted to find Long Yi, but she didn't expect that when she turned around, the fairy beauty with a head of blond hair disappeared.

Even the Morakshasa, who had just been surrounded in the middle, evaporated from the world and suddenly disappeared.

It won’t start a fight again, right? Wang Shuyue guessed in surprise.

Qingyi suppressed his doubts, grabbed Wang Shuyue, waved his hand, and quickly retreated with his disciples of Yunhe Sect.

If the purpose is achieved, there is no need to stay again.

Although I don’t know why the devil disappeared, now is not the time to think about this.

The group quickly evacuated from the Demon Palace and retreated a hundred miles away before stopping for a while.

Liu Fengmian was about to come and care about his junior sister, but Qingyi suddenly raised his hand and pointed it gently to block him back.

His cold eyes swept over Wang Shuyue's clothes that obviously belonged to a man, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, "Is it okay?"
Chapter completed!