My Husband Is the Villain

On the way back to the sect, the four of them felt heavy in their hearts.

"Brother pastor, what's going on? Demons... how could they suddenly attack?" Zheng Muyang's heart trembled when he mentioned those two words.

Zheng Muyang entered the Qishan Sect at the age of six, and it has been more than fifty years now. He has long known that the immortal world and the devil world are incompatible, and the devil world has always been moving, but this is the first time he has personally felt the cruelty of the devil.

Zheng Muyang's breathing tightened. He raised his head and looked at the mountain where the rocks fell, his heart seemed to be tightly pinched by a huge hand.

It was obvious that the mountain top was still intact when they left the division. How could it be that after only a few hours of effort, the Mushan faction disappeared without warning?

Mu Xiu raised his hand and brushed away a piece of gravel that fell between the grass, his voice was low: "An hour ago, there was a loud noise from the Muqi Mountain, and the disciples in the sentry heard the sound to check, but they saw many demons gathered on the top of the Muqi Mountain. Ready to leave."

He slowly raised his head: "At that time, the Mu Qishan faction had already been destroyed. When the news spread to the faction, when the master and several uncles rushed over, Mu Qishan was already dead."

The moment he learned of the situation, the head Li Huanying summoned all his disciples and was always ready to fight against the demons. It was also at that time that they discovered that the three of Lin Qingxu were not in the sect.

Mu Xiu learned from another disciple of the alchemy pavilion that Zheng Muyang was going down the mountain to the human town tonight. He was afraid that the three of them would encounter an accident on the way, so he immediately came to look for it.

Simply, the three of them are fine.

Mu Xiu thought, his eyes inadvertently fell on Lin Qingxu who had returned silently all the way, his eyes sank.

Lin Qingxu followed their pace like a marionette.

When she knew that the demons had invaded the world of immortals on a large scale, and destroyed a sect of immortals overnight, a certain string in her mind suddenly collapsed.

It shouldn't be!

There was a voice in her heart struggling to growl.

Demon Venerable Li Yuan, her Ayan would not do this.

The Su Yan she knew had a natural love, hatred and hatred, but he was rational. He would not harm innocent people for his own sake, nor would he violently attack those who oppose him for the sake of power and status.

Lin Qingxu pressed his eyebrows, thinking over and over in his mind what Xu Fu said to her in the gap between time and space.

Xu Yu said that when he became a demon, everything he did was to destroy the demon world and himself.

He has long lost hope, and destroying the demon world is his last struggle against fate.

There must be something wrong...

She gritted her teeth, her expression gradually showing pain.

A certain answer seemed to be separated from her by a thin film, as long as she stretched out her fingertips and touched it lightly, it could be easily pierced by her.

But she was afraid.

She was afraid that her guess would be wrong, and she was even more afraid that behind the shroud was the result she dared not bear.

Lin Qingxu opened her mouth, and the cold air at night rushed into her chest, her body temperature plummeted, and her hands and feet were cold.

"Qingqing?" Zhou Wen murmured worriedly, she clenched her hands without the slightest warmth, and whispered comfortably, "Qingqing, don't worry too much, things will always be resolved."

Lin Qingxu swallowed the gloom flowing in his heart, shook his head, set his mind and squeezed a smile at Zhou Wen: "I'm fine."

The time she was waiting for had not yet come, and she couldn't help herself.

Whatever the reason for the truth, she hasn't got a definite answer yet, so she shouldn't think of the worst.

She has to believe that things will develop in a good direction, she should believe in A Yan.

Entering the Qishan Sect, the disciples of the pastoral cultivators informed them and took the three straight to the main hall where they were discussing.

The atmosphere in the main hall was solemn and condensed, with the head Li Huanying sitting at the top.

"Master." The pastor stood still, lowered his eyes, and bowed his hands to him.

Mu Xiu was the direct disciple of Li Huanying, the head of the head. When Li Huanying saw the arrival of the younger generation, the gloom on his face finally subsided, and he squeezed out an unnatural kind smile.

"Did Xiu'er encounter anything else on the way back?" Li Huanying spoke slowly and asked about the situation on his return.

Mu Xiu pursed his lips, his tone still did not fluctuate, but his attitude was a lot more respectful: "No, but I feel a little devilish energy in the human town. I guess it may be because the demons stayed in the town."

On the way back, Mu Xiu didn't mention anything demonic to the three. Zheng Muyang and Zhou Wen raised their heads in surprise.

When they met Li Huanying's indifferent gaze, the two of them suddenly heard that the three of them had left the division without permission, and lowered their heads in a guilty conscience.

Li Huanying looked at the juniors, and gave an inexplicable "um".

After a short pause, he made a message and sent people to leave: "I will stay with your uncles to discuss the follow-up. Xiu'er will send you three younger brothers and sisters back first." He paused, and then said, "The demons suddenly He left suddenly, although this matter is over for the time being, but there may be something else that will happen.

Lin Qingxu realized that this was a silent admonition from the head, and she and the other two bowed in response.

Before leaving, Lin Qingxu subconsciously looked at her current master, Wei Tian.

Wei Tian sat on the side, his lazy and slow temperament did not change in the slightest due to sudden changes, which made people feel a sense of calmness out of thin air.

Seeing Lin Qingxu looking at him, Wei Tian smiled at her with a good temper, not blaming them for running out privately.

On the other hand, Qisu, the elder of the Alchemy Pavilion who was sitting on the same side as Wei Tian, ​​glared at Zheng Muyang angrily, his eyes were full of rage, and he looked like he could swallow Zheng Muyang alive on the spot.

Zheng Muyang's throat choked, trembling in his master's angry eyes, and he had foreseen the tragic fate in the future.

"Senior Brother Mu Xiu, I can go back by myself, you don't have to send me." After walking out of the main courtyard, Zheng Muyang immediately resigned from Mu Xiu.

He sneaked down the mountain without permission, and was retrieved by his senior brothers. The head didn't blame them, but Zheng Muyang knew that his master would never let him go. If you let the master know that he was useless and was sent back to his residence by his brother himself, Zheng Muyang guessed that he would be finished tonight!

Mu Xiu didn't have the habit of taking things too hard, so he answered in a low voice.

Zheng Muyang agreed, and Feng Huaxueyue's thoughts were long overshadowed by guilt and fear. He pulled out his legs and ran towards the disciples' residence of the Alchemy Pavilion, his hands and feet dancing with his teeth and claws, as if there were evil ghosts chasing him.

Lin Qingxu and Zhou Wen looked at him like that and were silent at the same time.

Sure enough, the difference between Senior Brother Muyang and Senior Pastor Xiu was not even a little bit. Zhou Wen sighed in her heart.

When something happened to the Mushan faction, the disciples of the Qishan faction who lived in the same territory were panicked.

The scene of three and two disciples competing with swordsmanship and spells that can be seen on weekdays and nights is no longer there. The disciples stayed in the room peacefully, alertly waiting for the follow-up orders from the elders.

The twilight was dark, and the entire Qishan faction was silent, except for the nightingale and the little beast, who made alarming calls from time to time.

"My room is over there. Senior Pastor Xiu, just send Qingqing back." Zhou Wen generously made room for the two of them after entering the room of the disciples in the herb house.

After she finished speaking, she blinked at Lin Qingxu covertly, and before turning to leave, she said, "Qingqing, see you tomorrow morning!"

Lin Qingxu's lips moved, he wanted to say something, and after thinking about it, he pressed it back.

She said goodbye to Zhou Wen and walked side by side with Mu Xiu towards the house.

Managing the medicine field and keeping company with spiritual plants and herbs all day is a work that nourishes the mind. There are not many disciples who choose to practice this aspect. The disciples live in most of the vacant rooms, making the surrounding atmosphere more serene and quiet.

"Brother Pastor." Lin Qingxu said slowly after deliberation.

Mu Xiu turned his eyes to look at her suspiciously.

The moonlight cast a clear luster in his eyes, and he looked at her for a moment, focused and calm. The distance between the two is not far, and the moment their eyes meet, Lin Qingxu clearly sees himself in his eyes.

The huge stone hanging in the heart suddenly fell.

Lin Qingxu took a deep breath with difficulty breathing, and hurriedly averted his eyes, avoiding his focused gaze. She bit her lower lip tightly, struggling several times in her heart, and finally asked the heavy question.

"Brother Pastor, why are you being so kind to me?"

Mu Xiu's footsteps stopped abruptly.

The bright moonlight sprinkled all over his body, and he stopped stiffly in place, staring at her blankly, as if he did not expect her to ask this question.

Lin Qingxu turned around slowly, stood opposite him, and said softly, "I don't understand why you are so kind to me."

Lin Qingxu always felt that he was ordinary.

She doesn't have excellent aptitude, her comprehension ability is not strong, and her personality is not perfect... Besides, the image she first appeared in front of the pastor was just a shriveled and thin clown child.

Zhou Wen told her that Mu Xiu was special to her because he liked her.

But Lin Qingxu always felt that this reason could not be fully accepted.

On the one hand, the impact of the answer that she might like her was too great for her to accept; on the other hand, she always felt that he should not like her.

Lin Qingxu looked at him quietly, her heartbeat beating in her ears.

She was waiting for his answer.

Mu Xiu avoided her sight, his dark eyes stared at the boundless dark sky, and then twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Mu Qingqing, do you believe in the feeling?" He looked back at her, the light in his eyes bright.

Lin Qingxu pursed his lips, still looking at him.

Mu Xiu's unmixed smile slowly subsided. He fixedly looked at her and said, "I just want to wait for you and protect you. There is no reason." There is no need for any reason.

He wants to protect her.

From the first time he saw her, this feeling was deeply rooted in his heart, and as time passed, this feeling became clearer and stronger.

He also asked himself the reason, but the result was that even he did not know.

Sometimes he even felt that the obsession with protecting her might be rooted in his own soul.

Therefore, starting from the first side, he always pays too much attention to her unconsciously.

Demon world.

"Lord Zhuohua, the other three adults have returned and are reporting the situation to Lord Mozun in the hall."

Zhuohua nodded lightly, waved his hand to signal the guards to step back, and together with the demons behind him, walked towards the main hall of the Demon Palace.

Inside the huge palace, a dark black square stone pillar depicts a ferocious wandering dragon circling and leaping into the nine heavens. On the throne of a carved dragon in black sandalwood color, sits a man in a black brocade robe.

His eyes were bloodthirsty red, and there was no expression on his face that turned all living beings upside down.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the red and black blood penetrated into the ground along the gaps in the bricks and stones. The people who were crawling in the hall trembled, and the shadow of death shrouded every corner of the hall.

"Squeak-"

The sound of the door being pushed open reverberated in everyone's heart. They were like bows and crossbows that had been pulled to the end, as if they would fall into the abyss without a trace.

"Zhao'er." The lazy and cold gorgeous voice made everyone tremble even more violently.

Zhuohua looked at the most beautiful man who had a seven-point similarity in his appearance. He took a step by step and passed the crawling demons without seeing them, and gradually walked in front of him.

He opened his mouth and said to the man, "Father, the matter is settled."

The author has something to say: Zhuohua: I am so innocent and lovely, how can you think of me as a great devil?

Hey...you forget what I said about Jiagen.

Sure enough, if you want to add more, you can only add it silently, and you can't make a promise in advance. Trying to code tomorrow!