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Chapter 122 I've grown taller (subscription for the third watch)

Under the stairs, Bailixiu, the left protector who had a dignified expression just now, breathed a sigh of relief once again in his heart.

Yes, again.

In the more than forty years since he was captured by the Demon Sect, he has had this mentality eight times.

That's right, he is No.11, the one who was captured by the Demon Gate because he looked too much like Ye Taichang.

But because it was so similar, it was almost a copy of Mrs. Ye, so that when Xu Qingwan saw him, he lost his mind for a while and stroked his cheek.

So fortunately, he saved his life, and did not become the human skin treasure of the demon fairy like other false Ye Tai.

On the contrary, he was valued by the demon fairy, and he personally taught "Heavenly Demon Blood Dafa: Tai'e Chapter". After more than ten years, Bailixiu, who was originally just a street gangster and a prodigal gambler, skyrocketed and became the left protector of the demon sect.

The magic is unrivaled.

Powerful.

Under the influence of the Demon Sect, coupled with the sudden acquisition of first-class power and power in the world, Bailixiu, who was not a kind person, killed all those who looked down on him and beat him decades ago. My own Street Fighter and creditor.

And in front of them, Ling Chi raped their wives and daughters.

That feeling gave Bailixiu the pleasure of being in control of life and death.

But Bailixiu, who is so thoughtful, knows that all his power is given by one person.

That is the Heavenly Demon Immortal lying on the throne at the moment.

So after that, even though he was outside, Bai Lixiu was a conscienceless and notorious big devil, and even inside the church, he didn't think much of other dharma kings.

But when facing the Heavenly Demon Immortal, he is just a obedient, begging, flattering dog.

Over the past few decades, he has not only worked hard to collect information about the former Tai'a Sword God, but also tried his best to make his words and deeds highly similar to him, and he also tried his best to maintain his appearance, so that even if he gets old, he must be In Tian Moxian's heart, the person closest to Tai Ah.

A qualified loyal dog, in addition to wholeheartedly flattering its master, has to worry about being spoiled by other dogs.

So every time someone came back to report and found another person who looked like Tai Ah, he couldn't help feeling tense.

Not only because his power comes from the magic fairy, but also because after these years, he has developed a trace of undue affection for that high-ranking person who cannot be desecrated.

It's a pity, except for the loss of consciousness when they first met, Tianmoxian's jade hand once stroked his cheek, and for decades after that, he never had the chance to kiss Fangze again.

The creamy and cold touch of the past seemed to still remain on his face, like a cat scratching a dog every day, which made Bailixiu throb.

Now when he suddenly heard that the devil concubine Ji had discovered a person with a nine-point charm of Tai Ah, Bailixiu couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. He clearly remembered that in the mouth of the magic fairy, he was only two or three points like that person. verve.

So he is afraid.

He was afraid that another more well-behaved dog would come to rob him of that person's favor, that he would be thrown into the cold palace, that he would lose his love forever, and lose the opportunity to be in the same room and smell the fragrance carefully.

But now hearing that Moxian listed that person as a treasure, Bailixiu heaved a sigh of relief. After Xiao Maiyi sent that inner disciple to lead someone to capture Ye Liangchen, he opened his mouth and said:

"Magic Immortal, Mai, this time our sect is fortunate to have another human skin collection, congratulations! It coincides with the time when my sect's private soldiers reorganized their army and chopped down those Mongolian Tartars to sacrifice their flags. Just in time, the sunset must be red for a long time. Why don't the magic fairy come to the viewing platform in person, listen to Bailixiu recite "Linjiang Immortal", dance "Return to the Sword Jue", and re-display Tai Ah's past style. Inspire believers to kill the enemy and defend the country."

One of the Four Great Dharma Kings, the White-bearded Dragon King, although he has always disdained Bailixiu, a villain with a face but no courage, he still opened his mouth and said: "Guardian Zuo is right. , My Demon Sect has always acted freely and freely, and now I suddenly heard the oracle of the Demon Immortal, and wanted to send troops to suppress and kill the Mongol Tartars. There are many criticisms among the followers, so Guan Tai'a's past style is second, and the Demon Immortal might as well be watching the wind On the stage, personally inspire the morale of the army, so as to inspire the disciples to kill the enemy and defend the country."

Xiao Maiyi also nodded, agreeing: "Master, the White Bearded Dragon King is right. If Master can show up in person and give a few words of encouragement at will, the disciples will definitely work hard. When they go to the battlefield, they will kill a few more Mongols." Tartar."

silence.

long silence.

In the spacious and spacious hall, there was only the whistling wind blowing past.

The seven world-renowned martial arts figures all quietly waited for the man's reply, no one dared to cross the line in the slightest.

After a long time, the neutral voice sounded again, saying: "Go and have a look, Bailixiu, if you can't recite the words well, I'll cut your throat, if you can't dance the sword, I'll cut off your hands, anyway you It's getting old, don't you think?"

Bailixiu's heart tightened, the word "old" echoed deeply in his heart, he bowed his head and said: "What the devil said is very true, if you can't even recite "Linjiang Immortal", you can't even recite "Guiyi" You can't even dance well in Sword Art, so what's the use of Bailixiu?"

Xu Qingwan's voice was still lacking in interest, and said: "How about that over there, Mai, you can come later."

The contemporary leader Xiao Maiyi bowed to the black gauze behind him and said, "Thank you, Master Long En."

The breeze blows through the tulle.

There was no one on the deck chair.

When the fragrant wind blew over Bailixiu's cheeks, he narrowed his eyes slightly, sniffed the fragrance deeply, and was intoxicated for a long time.

Xiao Maiyi glanced at him, sat on the Iron Throne, and said in a cold voice, "Don't rush away, report to me, there are 650 core disciples in the sect, how many have returned in the past few days, How long will it take for those blacksmiths to build enough armaments, and..."

On the viewing platform.

This is a high platform that is eight feet higher than the Guangmingding, built with pieces of bluestone.

Xu Qingwan was dressed in a black gauze dress, dancing gracefully under the sunset at dusk. Her graceful figure did not appear weak. In fact, at a height of 1.7 meters, she gave people a feeling of aloofness and aloofness.

A head of jet-black hair was gathered behind him like a waterfall, pouring down to his waist.

Some have neutral cheeks, delicate and cool, even the pores are vaguely invisible. The oval face is as smooth as jade, and the neck is as long as a goose neck, without any trace of age.

If there are any flaws.

That is one-armed.

Such an almost perfect person has only one slender arm behind his back, and the cuff on the other side is empty, blowing with the wind, which slightly affects the overall beauty.

Even with "Eight Desolation and Liuhe Solely Respected Skills" as the basis, reversing the vitality and living another life, in this kind of martial arts world, it is still difficult to achieve rebirth with a broken arm.

But it is such a magic fairy with a sword in his hand who forcibly overwhelms the top three in the world.

She stood in front of a table in the wind-watching platform, with her hands behind her back, watching the disciples gradually gathering on the top of the light.

Even though her name is monstrous and frightening in the world outside, when people mention her name, they can't help but think of the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

But when someone really sees her, they will only feel the coldness and indifference emanating from her, and perhaps a trace of loneliness and melancholy that no one can match.

But it has nothing to do with those images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It seems that she is not the person who once caused the world to boil and frighten the world. .

Xu Qingwan looked at the disciples at Guangmingding.

A person was squatting on the table behind her, looking at her back.

After a long time, Xu Qingwan finally frowned, seemed to feel something, and was about to turn around.

A warm palm was placed on her head before she turned around.

"I've grown taller."

(End of this chapter)