He hugged his fists and turned away. Mei Ying stared at his back, and his jade hand held the hilt of the sword with force, and the blue veins under his jade skin were faintly hidden.

She was resisting the urge to stab her sword. This guy hated people so much!

Song Yunge returned to Tianyue Villa and came outside Zhuo Xiaowan's courtyard. Before he knocked on the door, Zhuo Xiaowan's voice came: "Senior Brother Song, please come in."

Song Yunge pushed the door and entered the courtyard. Zhuo Xiaowan, dressed in white clothes, was reading the book in the pavilion.

A gust of wind blew, gently sweeping a strand of hair hanging from her ears, passing by her white jade-like face, making her look more quiet and elegant.

She gently placed the book on the stone table and raised her eyes to look at him.

Song Yunge entered the pavilion and clasped his fists: "Junior Sister Zhuo."

Zhuo Xiaowan's eyes were clear and she said lightly: "Senior Brother Song hasn't given up yet?"

"I'll just disturb this time. If Junior Sister Zhuo doesn't agree, then forget it."

"Speak and listen."

Song Yunge sat opposite her and said slowly: "I'll tell the truth in front of Junior Sister Zhuo."

He started with Mei Rui's provocation, and talked about how he won the money by betting, how he met a demon master, and wanted to solve the problem privately, but without the idea of ​​Suzaku Guard, he would fight with Mei Ying secretly, and finally make the bet, and Mei Ying agreed.

He was frank and selfless, without reservation, and even expressed his thoughts when he was fighting with Mei Ying in secret.

Zhuo Xiaowan and Mei Ying have two completely opposite personalities. For Mei Ying's tricks to deal with Zhuo Xiaowan, it is to ask for trouble.

So when he deals with Zhuo Xiaowan, he is just frank, and to be honest, he can impress her.

Others probably don’t know that she has the ability to understand people’s hearts and insights, so they have to hide their own little thoughts in front of her, and they are under pressure to feel ashamed of themselves and can’t help but lie.

This is exactly what she hates deeply. When she faces herself so frankly and without covering up her words, she will find it novel.

Zhuo Xiaowan couldn't see the joy and anger, and said lightly: "One million taels, you have confidence in me."

"Junior Sister Zhuo is interested?"

"I have a question. Brother Song, why did you work hard to promote this siege? It should not be just for the credit, right?"

She didn't ask much why Song Yunge was sure to be the Demon Lord. She must have made no mistakes, even if she made a mistake, it would be nothing.

He spent too much effort on this matter and was willing to take risks. Even if he had himself and Mei Ying, he could not protect him.

Song Yunge said slowly: "Junior Sister Zhuo, I'm just for the credit!... Junior Sister Zhuo, you are the master of the sword when you come. You may not know the pain of being a swordsman. There are too few opportunities to obtain credit, which is so small that it makes people desperate... In my opinion, there may be only this opportunity like this, and you must not let it go!"

The most important thing to him is his soul. Once reported, as a little swordsman, he is not allowed to fight at all and has no chance to devour the soul of the Demon Lord.

If you cannot devour your soul and rely on your own practice, when will you become the Sword Lord, Sword Lord or even the Sword God? Standing on the top of a human being, looking down at all living beings?!

"...Okay, I agree." Zhuo Xiaowan lightly said to her head.

Song Yunge let out a sigh of relief, and finally got it done, and smiled: "Thank you, Junior Sister Zhuo!"

Zhuo Xiaowan shook her head lightly and picked up the book.

Song Yunge suppressed his melancholy and sighed that he was about to leave again. He couldn't stay for a while. He stood up and said, "Junior Sister Zhuo, we will meet in Chaoran Building tomorrow morning. I will come and tell you."

Zhuo Xiaowan's head was light and her eyes fell on the book.

Song Yunge turned and left.

This junior sister Zhuo is really cold. Any man who comes into contact with him will be beaten to the point of being completely depressed and feels about to retreat.

The next morning, Feng Jin came to find him first and gave him three longevity pills.

This was bought quietly from others, so that Song Yunge would not be anxious to wait. He would deal with it first and would come back tomorrow if he inspected the sky.

Song Yunge first informed Zhuo Xiaowan, and then went to Chaoran Building with Feng Jin.

Yang Yunyan was already waiting in Chaoran Tower, and he hurriedly waved when he saw them.

Song Yunge looked at Yang Yunyan secretly. There was nothing unusual about it, no hangover, it seemed that it had no effect. It seemed that there was no affection for Yang Song.

After dinner, the three of them waited for another half an hour before they saw Zhuo Xiaowan and Mei Ying.

The two women appeared almost at the same time, both wearing white clothes and covering their jade faces with white veils, revealing only bright eyes.

One is slender and graceful, the other is plump and graceful, and the two women stand together, even wearing white veil, still attracting attention.

After seeing each other, they nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

Song Yunge led everyone downstairs.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, Feng Jin met a graceful girl not far away. After whispering for a moment, he handed her a letter and returned to Song Yunge.

He nodded at Song Yunge.

Zhuo Xiaowan seemed to have not seen it, and Mei Ying pretended not to see it when she saw it, and wanted to remain cold in front of Zhuo Xiaowan and didn't ask.

"Let's go." Song Yunge led everyone through the crowd and came directly to a quiet alley.

Daluo City was peaceful in the early morning, and there was no one in the alley.

Everyone walked slowly in the alley, and Song Yunge looked at Yang Yunyan: "Yunyan, we are here to take advantage of the credit, who made us discover the Demon Lord?"

Yang Yunyan smiled embarrassedly.

She really came to take advantage of the credit, and the credit was too great, so she could only come over with shamelessness.

If it weren't for the great contribution, I wouldn't dare to come. The Demon Lord would be too dangerous for the two of them and would not be able to catch a single move.

Mei Ying snorted: "You are seeking death by yourself. As I said, tell me directly, Zhuo Xiaowan and Feng Jin, let's go there three of us!"

"I'm just thinking." Song Yunge nodded: "Let's hide in the distance to watch the battle. If you win, we will run over to get the money. If you lose, we will run away."

"You are so thick-skinned, so good to say it!" Mei Ying said with a red lips: "But do you think it is reliable or not? Is it really a Demon Lord? Don't be fooled by us! That won't forgive you!"

"Believe in these eyes!" Song Yunge pointed at his own eyes.

Only Feng Jin and Yang Yunyan knew that he had the ability to be promising. No one knew about others, and he didn't want others to know about it, so as not to become the target of public criticism.

Only when you become the Sword Master or Sword Lord and have the power to protect yourself can you reveal it.

Meiying looked at his eyes and was even more disdainful.

Song Yunge shook his head: "Anyway, it's up to you three. Be careful, the Demon Lord is not that easy to kill!"

"Looking, we are too lazy to pay attention to you, a little swordsman, hurry up and hide!" Mei Ying snorted.

Song Yunge's face changed slightly.

He was strong in spirit, so he had a sharper intuition about danger. He suddenly turned around and saw an old man in green robe standing behind them.

"Haha..." The old man in green robe grinned at him, revealing his neat and white teeth: "Are you looking for me? Hey!"

He said softly, Yang Yunyan fell to the ground softly.

"It's him!" Song Yunge spit out three words with difficulty, fell down softly, and closed his eyes.

His eyes were dark and his blood was surging. He was almost in a coma, but he relied on his powerful spirit to hold on to it.

He took the opportunity to fall to the ground and began to use the Sky-Capture Jue, while starting to use the Great Demon Heavenly Sacrifice Technique, preparing to attack.

"Junior brother!" Feng Jin's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and snorted: "Damn it!"

He was surging violently, his clothes were blown away, and the small sword at his eyebrows rotated at high speed, causing a huge force to pour down.
Chapter completed!