"Bai Luo" stood among the mandalahua in white clothes. She stretched out her hand and gently lifted Zong Ye's chin. Her blue pupils looked at Zong Ye carefully for a moment: "Are you injured?"

"Bai Luo" walked into the hot spring barefoot, and the hot spring water soaked the gauze dress she was casually draped on her body. From the hem of the skirt, it made the originally loose and flowing white gauze dress tightly press on her body.

Zong Ye stood in the hot spring, letting the misty water vapor wet his crow-like eyefeathers, and then condensed from the eyefeathers into water droplets and fell into the hot spring, causing ripples. Zong Ye looked at "Bai Luo" and choked in his throat: "Why are you here?"

"Bai Luo" smiled softly: "Of course I'm here to take you home. You don't belong here."

"Go home?" Zong Ye's eyes seemed to have a flash of starlight, but it was only a moment: "Where do I belong to?"

"Bai Luo" gently raised his hand to stroke Zong Ye's angular cheeks. The young man's childishness had completely receded from Zong Ye's face. Some stubble grew on Zong Ye's jaw. "Bai Luo"'s fingers stroked Zong Ye's cheeks, and stroked his neck and the protruding Adam's apple on his neck.

"Bai Luo" chuckled: "You belong to me, of course."

Zong Ye felt ache in his heart, and his eyes suddenly turned red: "I promised you to protect you and accompany you all the time. Sorry, I didn't do it. It must be painful if you are injured, right?"

"Bai Luo" gently put Zong Ye's hand on his chest: "It doesn't hurt anymore. Zong Ye tells me, why are you coming to the Demon Realm?"

Zong Ye looked up at the "Bai Luo"'s eyes like a bottomless cold pond: "Master, you actually knew that I belong here for a long time, didn't you?"

"Bai Luo" smiled casually: "I just said that you belong to me, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Zong Ye raised his hand, and his hand stained with hot spring water gently slid across "Bai Luo's eyebrows and eyes, and finally stopped at the corner of "Bai Luo's lips. "Master, but I can't escape. This is my life. Will you hate me?"

"Bai Luo" gently hugged Zong Ye into his arms: "How could I hate you?"

Zong Ye let "Bai Luo" hold him, his eyes fell into the mandala Huacong on the other side: "Then will you forgive me?"

"Bai Luo" gently tiptoed, holding Zong Ye's cheek, raised his head to look at him, and his cherry lips stopped beside Zong Ye's lips and sniffed like Lan: "Of course. How could I hate you?"

"Bai Luo" turned his head slightly, and his cherry lips brushed against the corner of Zong Ye's lips and stopped, and then he rolled and turned on Zong Ye's lips more boldly. The toss and turns kiss was not completely pressed on Zong Ye's lips, and "Bai Luo" only heard Zong Ye's cold voice: "But she doesn't."

"Bai Luo" paused, and the feeling of horror just came into his heart. His neck tightened and his whole body was lifted up by Zong Ye and smashed into the mandala flower cluster.

Zong Ye stuck "Bai Luo"'s neck and his eyes were cold: "You shouldn't pretend to be her."

The person suppressed by Zong Ye in the mandala flower cluster gradually showed his prototype in the flying mandala flower petals.

Zong Ye looked at the man and smiled sarcastically: "The Lord Ling Guang's method is too despicable."

Jingtong's expression changed, and her two fingers pointed at Zong Ye's left wrist, which immediately turned Zong Ye's left wrist red. Zong Ye let go of his hand, picked up his outer robe from the stone beside the hot spring and draped it on himself: "You will never be like her. You will never be as good as her."

Jingtong was angry, and a fire spirit stream suddenly gathered in her palm. She waved her hand suddenly, and the fire in her hand suddenly smashed into the mandala flower cluster, burning a piece of mandala flower. Jingtong said angrily: "If I want to get it, do you still need to use means?"

Zong Ye said coldly: "Then you can try it." After that, Zong Ye walked towards the warm pavilion of Yesha Palace. Under his feet were the embers of the storm of the storm flame burning over the Mandala Flower. Although it was just a few clusters of small flames, it could also burn life. But Zong Ye seemed to be ignorant of the pain, step by step on the storm flame step by step.

Jeong looked at Zong Ye coldly: "Do you think Bai Luo cares about you?"

Zong Ye paused.

Jeong Tong said angrily: "She only has her duties in her heart, only the Three Realms, she is just a brainless reckless man!"

"Pa" a mandala petal slid across Yantong's neck, and blood flowed down Yantong's neck. Yantong looked back at Zong Ye blankly: "You are so brave!"

Zong Ye said coldly: "You can try it. Can you win in this demon world? Can you win by the Lord Lingguang or can I win?"

When Jeong heard this, she suddenly trembled all over, and her anger was replaced by shocked emotions: "What did you say?"

Zong Ye frowned slightly and said, "I said you can try it. In this demon world, can you win by God Lingguang or can I win?"

Jingtong looked at Zong Ye as if she was awakened as if she was dreaming: "It's really you."

Zong Ye frowned and said, "What does it mean?"

Yan Tong said: "You once said the same thing to me. Do you still remember..."

"I'm not interested." Zong Ye interrupted Yan Tong coldly, turned around and continued to walk back to the warm pavilion of Yesha Palace.

Jeong Tong looked at Zong Ye's back lonely: "Are you not interested?" She smiled in disappointment: "Why should you save me if you are not interested?"

However, Zong Ye locked up outside the door of Yesha Palace and didn't hear a single word.

As soon as Zong Ye closed the door of the warm pavilion, he slid on the ground. His forehead was dripping, his body was burning like iron, and his blood flowed rapidly towards one place, making it unbearable to swell and pain.

The medicine mixed in the wine is so awesome!

Zong Ye waved his hand and knocked down the vase beside him, held the broken porcelain pieces in his hand, and distracted himself with the pain in his palm.

With a "clang", Zong Ye looked at someone rushing in from the main hall in a vague way. He couldn't see who was vaguely and pushed the man away with force.

Situ Lu was pushed away by Zong Ye and hit the table behind him with a "bang". Situ Lu got up in a mess, and helped Zong Ye up and said, "Saint Lord, it's the old slave. The old slave has prepared cold water. It's more comfortable to soak the Holy Lord."

Zong Ye let Situ Lu support him and walked behind the screen. The bathtub behind the screen was filled with cold water, and some half-pickles of ice were floating on the water. Zong Ye threw away Situ Lu's hand and plunged into the wooden barrel.

It was like a piece of red iron soaked in ice water. Although the temperature dropped, the cold water seemed to pierce the flesh and pierce the bone marrow in an instant, making Zong Ye's bones ice inch by inch.

Situ Lu stood by and said anxiously: "Saint Lord, bear with it. That medicine is domineering. Now the old slave can't get the medicine, so he can only feel wronged by the Saint Lord."

Zong Ye lets the cold water wrap around him, and passes over his head, allowing the bone-black cold to penetrate the skull and dispel the chaos in his brain.

In the blur, he saw a golden spirit bead in his hand. Just like the nightmare of every night, Bai Luo looked at him in a moment. But this time, there was another person opposite him - Shen Tu holding a dagger!

The chaotic lines in my mind suddenly connected together in the cold water. Zong Ye suddenly stood up from the ice water.

Situ Lu was startled and saw Zong Ye standing in the bathtub with wet all over, and asked in a cold tone: "Situ Lu, what's my name?"

Situ Lu was so scared that his knees were soft and he knelt in front of Zong Ye: "Saint..."

Zong Ye jumped out of the cold water, and the water flowed down from the wet black brocade robe, and a pool of water stains accumulated on the ground. Zong Ye stepped on the water stains and stepped forward. A circle of red spirit streams lingered on the dark patterns of Taotie on his cuffs, and Taotie was ready to move on the brocade robe. Zong Ye said coldly: "Situ Lu, you would have known someone would have drugged me."

Situ Lu buried his head in a low voice: "Old slave...How could he know..."

Zong Ye interrupted Situ Lu and said, "If you hadn't added medicine to my vegetables, I would have been unable to stand it just now. Since you helped me, then tell me who am I?"

Zong Ye squatted in front of Situ Lu, his eyes as if a beast was licking his wound: "Situ Lu, tell me who I am? Am I a sinner?"

Situ Lu choked and said, "How could the Saint Lord be a sinner? Old Nu, Lao Nu thought the Saint Lord was free, but he didn't expect the Saint Lord to come back." Situ Lu looked up at Zong Ye: "If you want to know, then come with Lao Nu."

Situ Li stood up from the ground, limped to the front of the hall door, and looked around and gently closed the door. Situ Li pushed open the wardrobe in the dormitory, revealing the gray wall behind the wardrobe. Situ Li pushed the gray brick wall and took out a few loose gray bricks on the wall.

Situ Lu carefully placed the bricks one by one on the ground and whispered: "Even if you use a little barrier in this Weiming Palace, Wu Yueji will be discovered. But this stupidest method can be used."

A few gray bricks were quickly stacked on the ground. A hole was broken on the wall and a downward staircase was revealed. "If the Holy Lord wants to know the truth, come with the old slave." After that, Situ Lu walked in first.

Zong Ye also walked in. He passed through the cave entrance and found that the entire tunnel was very narrow and not long. He walked down the tunnel to a dark room. There were gold, silver, jewelry, books, and ink scattered in the dark room, which looked messy. Everything on the shelf against the wall was smashed down and smashed to pieces. There was a complex pattern that looked like a dragon but not a dragon in the middle, and there was a piece of withered vines on the pattern.

The damaged shelves and wooden tables show that the room has been searched and smashed more than once.

Situ Lu smiled bitterly and said, "They all thought that the Saint had hidden the Golden Spirit Pearl here, and they searched for it several times but couldn't find it. They didn't know that this was just a sect that the Saint had practiced before."

Zong Ye suddenly looked up at Situ Lu: "Golden Spirit Pearl?"

Situ Lu sighed softly: "Saint Lord, don't be anxious. The old slave doesn't know what the Saint Lord encountered, and why it turned out like this now, and forgets everything. When the old slave found the Saint Lord, the Saint Lord only had a strand of life soul left."

Situ Lu bit his finger and gently applied it to the vine. The blood-sucking vine suddenly grew. The stems of the vine stirred the dragon-shaped pattern, and the entire rack opened to the left and right sides, revealing the passage behind the dark room.

The two walked along the pitch-black passage. I don’t know how long they had walked, but suddenly Zong Ye smelled a familiar smell, mixed with dampness and rotten smell coming to his face through the long passage. There was a light in front of him. The more Zong Ye walked forward, he felt the colder he felt, and the coldness was almost impossible to control.

Zong Ye frowned and asked, "Wild Prison?"

Situ Lie made a gesture of silence and said softly: "This is the passage built by the Saint Lord before, which can directly lead to the desolate prison. The old slave later changed it. The fork in this passage can reach the bottom of the desolate prison."

The passage was pitch black, and Situ Lu groped on the wall for a while and pushed it hard. The wall flipped over and led the two into a fork. Following the fork, passing a cloud ladder, the passage was so narrow that only one person could walk through the knees. After a long time, there was finally a slight light ahead. Zong Ye then realized that the two were walking along the vent.

Below the vent is the cage at the bottom of the Waste Prison. Unlike the dense and dirty prisons in the Waste Prison, the prison below is like a cave, with a person tied with iron chains in the cave. The man lowered his head, and his messy ink hair covered most of his face. Zong Ye couldn't see the person's appearance clearly from a high place.

Zong Ye was about to jump from the vent when he suddenly heard a sound of the Xuan Iron Gate. Zong Ye and Situ Lu quickly hid on the back of the hole wall of the vent and held their breath and hid.

The footsteps sounded softly, and Shentu came over.

Shentu stood in front of the man, took a whip from the wall, and whipped the man a few times as if he was angry. But the man was like a cloth bag, but he was shaking left and right by Shentu, without making a sound.

Shen Tu drank some wine, his eyes slightly red: "Don't you want to go out of this demon world? You would rather break your three souls than go out! How could I do what you wish? If you can break the three souls, I can get your soul back one by one! How about it? Now I have found one! You and my brother have finally come to this day, why did you leave me?"

Shen Tu drank the last sip of the wine pot and smashed the wine pot hard on the ground: "Do you look down on me? Why do you look down on me? We are obviously alone!"

After saying that, Shen Tu pounced on him like crazy, pinched the man's chin and lifted the man's face, facing him.

Zong Ye saw the man's appearance and suddenly felt cold. The man tied up by the iron chain looked exactly the same as Zong Ye. To be precise, he looked exactly the same as Zong Ye, because there was no mole on his left ear!

Shen Tu stared at the man and said word by word: "You look down on me, I insist on letting you become me, Yu, Lei!"

With a "boom", something seemed to explode in Zong Ye's mind. Over the past month, his doubts were finally resolved. Why could he only see intermittent memories, and why did Shen Tu not let him walk out of this Weiming Palace?

Zong Ye jumped down from the air, and the Red Lotus Clan Moon Sword drew an arc in the air and slashed towards Shentu.

Shen Tu did not expect Zong Ye to hide here, and was shocked and subconsciously took a few steps.

Zong Ye looked at Shentu coldly: "Shentu, the memories I remember are not mine, but yours. Right?"

Shen Tu looked at Zong Ye sinisterly, then looked at Situ Lu: "I'm old, I'd known that you should have killed you when you brought that plate of grapes. The old guy knew that I wanted to vomit when I smelled the grapes, and wanted to remind you. I was still soft-hearted." Shen Tu threw the whip in his hand, and summoned the Soul-killing Sword with his arm and looked at Zong Ye fiercely and said, "I originally wanted to find Yu Lei's soul before killing you. It seems that I can't wait for that time."
Chapter completed!