Immortal Lord Is Also Trying Hard to Be a Mortal Today

The fairy heroine who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger Xu Zhao, the venerable man who died as a martyr to seal the Demonic Realm, did not die. Three hundred years later, he became the owner of a small pawnshop in Xihe Town. Seeing that Haiyanhe was clear and the world was at peace, she just wanted to guard this small area of ​​​​the world and be a peaceful mortal. But uninvited guests came one after another, including dusty clay pots, dissimilar clay statues, and even the frightening "big evil spirit" in the legend quietly fixed its cold gaze on her... Xu Zhao just wanted to make a calculation: How can this mortal be more difficult than cultivating an immortal? ! Small theater one: Xu Zhao closed her eyes and fell to the ground. The blood stains underneath her body silently told the tragedy. She had just experienced a life-and-death battle and was dying. The sound of footsteps came closer and closer. Her eyelashes trembled, and she forced herself to open her heavy eyelids. As far as the eye could see, a handsome young man in white clothes walked towards her and stopped beside her. He leaned down, his warm and clear eyes curled up, and he smiled: "Thank you very much." The corners of Xu Zhao's mouth curved slightly, and his voice was hoarse but clear: "It's me who should be grateful..." Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred! The smile on the young man's lips suddenly solidified and twisted, and the warmth faded away, leaving only a strange and eerie look. The majestic resentment surged out of his body and instantly turned into a cold, sticky, airtight giant net, covering Xu Zhao tightly. The undisguised evil thoughts were so heavy that she almost suffocated. Evil! The legendary evil spirit! "Thank you for giving up your body to me." His soft whisper sounded in my ears, like a lover's whisper, but it was filled with chills in my bones. The next second, his whole body suddenly collapsed and turned into a dark stream of strong resentment, hitting Xu Zhao's eyebrows! Xu Zhao's eyes suddenly widened, and his look of astonishment disappeared in a flash. However, at that moment when the stream of light was about to disappear, a mysterious smile appeared on the corners of her blood-stained lips. Countless golden runes instantly emerged from under her skin and intertwined into an unbreakable golden net like living creatures, imprisoning the evil spirits in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness! "What did you do?" The voice of the young man in white was incredibly cold. "As I said, I want to thank you," Xu Zhao slowly sat up and slowly wiped away the half-dried blood on his face. The smile on her lips widened, and she joked calmly, "How does it feel to be betrayed by an entire army? Lord of the Demon Realm?" Small Theater 2: At Xu Zhao's feet, the evil and beautiful face was distorted by fear. The tip of the peach wood sword was firmly pressed against the opponent's heart, and the blade of the sword reflected her unruffled eyes. "Your evil-killing expression is so cold and frightening." Ji Wusheng's voice contained a lazy smile, and he leaned closer. A strand of cold hair was picked up by his slender fingers and twisted around to play with. Xu Zhao ignored his words, and the strength of his feet did not decrease at all. Xie Sui felt the approach of death, and a pitiful glimmer suddenly appeared in his eyes. He looked at her with tears in his eyes, and his beautiful face revealed a thrilling charm - this was the weapon he relied on to survive and be invincible. Xu Zhao's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a trace of complex and indistinguishable emotions flashed across his eyes, so fast that people couldn't catch it. Xie Sui took this subtle frown as a sign of a swaying heart. The corners of his lips curled up in a winning arc, and his fingertips trembled slightly - several strands of black needles as thin as an ox hair, tempered with resentment, gathered silently and aimed at the fatal acupuncture point on the back of Xu Zhao's neck! Just when the poisonous needle was about to shoot out, an evil peripheral vision suddenly hit the figure behind Xu Zhao. Ji Wusheng. The man who said he would never interfere. At this moment, he was twirling Xu Zhao's hair as if no one else was watching, bringing it close to his nose and sniffing it. It was obviously a flirtatious and frivolous move, but it was done by him with a natural elegance and appreciation. The smile on his lips was still warm, but his eyes suddenly raised, looking over Xu Zhao's shoulders, and accurately captured the evil gaze. That look—— It was no longer the usual lazy and carefree mood, but a bottomless pure darkness. Pure, undisguised evil thoughts that can freeze the soul are like invisible giant hands strangling the evil throat! The extreme fear instantly captured Xie Sui's entire mind, and the needle of condensed resentment suddenly collapsed! All his thoughts of charm, calculation, and counterattack collapsed under this gaze. The fatal opportunity is fleeting. Laugh--! The cold peach wood sword pierced Xie Sui's heart without any hesitation. The last light in his eyes was frozen in unbelievable fear, then completely dimmed, and his body turned into wisps of dissipating black smoke. Xu Zhao withdrew his long sword, and a drop of dirty blood fell from the tip of the sword. She then turned her face to the side, looked at the man behind her, and said, "Didn't you agree not to interfere?" The smile on Ji Wusheng's lips faded a bit, but a dark wave appeared in his eyes. He let go of the strand of black hair, and the cool fragrance of hair seemed to still remain on his fingertips. His tone was calm but with an undoubted desire for exclusivity: "I don't like him... To seduce you with that face." "Aren't you like this all day long?" "It's different." Intention: All people in the world