"Everyone is thinking." Zuan was calm and hugged his soft body. Zuan tried harder and harder.

"It's indeed a scumbag!" Pei Mianman immediately struggled and pretended to be angry.

Zuan did not let go and still hugged her tightly.

Feeling his depressed mood, Pei Mianman no longer struggled and said softly: "I heard that you are going to find the sister Chang'e and the goddess of Wushan on this trip. Haven't you found it?"

"No..." Zuan let go a little, held her hand and sat down at the table, and told her about what she had seen and heard in the past few days.

"I didn't expect that it would be thousands of years after you parted." Pei Mianman was also a little lost and suddenly asked, "Does that Wushan Goddess really look the same as me?"

Zuan looked at her beautiful face: "Although it is exactly the same, it is actually the opposite."

"What a mess? You don't have to say this on purpose to please me." Pei Mianman snorted lightly.

"I didn't tell lies," Zu comforted her hand. "The Wushan God's female is indeed the opposite of you. You are charming and passionate, but she is cold and cold. If you didn't look exactly the same, I would really hardly believe that she was your past life."

"Qingyan?" Pei Mianman was a little depressed, "It seems that you really prefer Chuyan's type."

Zuan couldn't help but laugh: "Why do you even eat your own jealousy?"

"What do you think? She is her, I am me, not alone." Pei Mianman puffed her cheeks. No matter who was imprisoned for a while, she finally got saved, she found that the lover had a relationship with another woman. The key is that the other party may have some previous life, which made her angry and could not even be released. She was really weird and hard to say.

"You are really different. I have never regarded her as you, let alone you as her." Seeing the two who looked the same, but with completely opposite temperaments, Zuan also found it interesting.

When Pei Mianman heard him say this, he felt a little better. Then he felt that his lover was in a bad mood, but he got angry with him. He couldn't help but feel a little apologized: "I heard them talk about the goddess of Wushan. She is indeed a woman who can't forget after seeing her."

Zuan looked strange: "You are very likely to praise yourself."

"I am so beautiful, she looks like me, shouldn't she praise you?" Pei Mianman snorted lightly, with a smile in her eyes, holding his arm and head leaning against his shoulder, "Tell me the story between you."

Feeling the strong oppression on his arms, Zuan sighed that it was indeed different from Yao Ji's style: "Didn't they tell you?"

"What they said is not as convincing as your witness, you, and you will definitely miss a lot of important information." Pei Mianman raised her little face, and her peach blossom eyes that could speak were really fascinating.

Zuan then told her all the stories about the two. Pei Mianman was surprised after hearing this: "You didn't go to bed?"

Zuan heard a black line: "Is this the point?"

"Of course yes, this doesn't fit your personality," Pei Mianman's expression was a little narrow-minded, "You can actually play with this pure spiritual love."

Zuan turned his head and didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Okay OK, don't be angry with me," Pei Mianman shook his arm and acted coquettishly. "Don't you want to meet that goddess again? What's the problem?"

Zuan was stunned: "You have a way?"

You know, he and Yao Ji have been separated by endless years. With his ability, he has been thinking about it for so long, but he can't do anything. Could it be that she has had any adventure recently?

"Brother Zu, after we parted, we finally met again today." Pei Mianman changed her usual charm. Now her waist and back are straightened, and her face is full of extraordinary spirit.

Zuan: "…"

Although she obviously knew that Pei Mianman was playing cosplay, she had to admit that her temperament at this time was almost exactly the same as that of the goddess of Wushan.

He couldn't help but lose his mind: "Why did you learn so much?"

"What does Brother Zu mean? I have always been like this. Now that we are able to meet again, why not go to Wushan to relive the old dreams?" "The Goddess of Wushan" continued to speak in a cold tone.

Zuan couldn't help laughing out loud this time, but Pei Mianman broke his defense: "Why do you have such an expression?"

Then Zuan explained to her another meaning of "going to Wushan together". Pei Mianman blushed with a pink face: "How come there are these messy statements in your hometown? It's so embarrassing."

Thinking of her pretending to be cold and saying such bold words to her just now, she wanted to get into a crack in the ground.

Zuan hugged her in his arms: "You have pretended to be very similar. Have you ever seen her or had any more memories?"

Pei Mianman rolled her eyes: "Chuyan and I are best friends, I dare not say anything else. I don't know what's going on with the cold beauty who is extraordinary and transcendent. And her master Yan Guanzhu has the same temperament, and it's hard to learn it."

When Zuan heard her mention the master and apprentice, he also had a hint of gentleness in his expression.

At this time, Xie Daoyun knocked on the door: "Although I don't want to disturb your reunion, there are some things that need to be discussed with Brother Zu."

Pei Mianman pushed the lover away, sorted out his clothes, and confirmed that there was no flaw. He hurriedly said, "Why don't you be so polite? Come in quickly."

Soon Xie Daoyun, dressed in a witch suit, walked in, glanced at the two of them, and then said to Zuan: "Brother Zu, the matter of sealing the Lord of Killing is almost ready. I think it's better for you to participate together, after all, this will have a greater impact on those demons."

"Okay!" Zuan also knew that those demons were not so willing to retreat. Perhaps some demons were still lucky these ten days.

So he and Xie Daoyun came to the sealed land, where all ethnic groups in the world had already prepared a grand ceremony.

In order to achieve better results, Zuan specially released the Lord of Killing and even untie the ban on him.

As soon as the Lord of Killing escaped, he roared angrily: "Why am I here? Are you looking for death!"

Seeing the ants he looked down upon in the past surrounded him, the Lord of Killing felt an inexplicable strange feeling. He seemed to have forgotten something. Those things were very important, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember it.

Zuan had to admire Di Yao's methods. Although the other party erased the memory of the Lord of Killing to prevent some of his own dirty things from being leaked, it saved him a lot of trouble.

Feeling the roar of the Lord of Killing, even if the most loyal and brave warriors of the demon clan were present, they were also frightened by the powerful sense of oppression.

The Lord of Killing always felt that everything was too strange. He suppressed the desire for blood in his heart. His huge figure suddenly soared into the sky. He planned to leave here first.

However, a golden handprint suddenly appeared in the sky and pressed down. The Lord of Killing roared repeatedly, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break away from the golden handprint.

boom!

When he was pressed on the ground by the big handprint, a huge deep pit was created. He also tried to stand up, but there were already several mountains on his back.

The Lord of Killing no longer reserved at this time and used all his unique skills in his life. The mountains on his body kept fluctuating, as if they were about to break out of the mountain at any time.

Xie Daoyun was prepared, so she flew into the air and began to activate the prepared formation. The formation patterns shone brightly on the mountains. The waves that were originally like earthquakes gradually calmed down. When the last formation pattern was completed, there was no movement on the peaks. It was obvious that the Lord of Killing had been completely suppressed.

The entire demon clan burst out with huge cheers, praising the reputation of Yumen Beiqing. After all, in the eyes of most people, it was their saint Yumen Beiqing who sealed the terrifying Lord of Killing.

And the many powerful demons who were secretly observing all this had completely given up. Of course, they knew that the terrible thing was not the woman, but the man behind her.

Even if the Lord of Killing was not in his heyday, it was not much worse. He was still suppressed so easily, so everyone would even fart.
Chapter completed!