Liu Bujian, the most righteous counselor in the world, was nailed to the soul-killing pillar by the righteous way, and he remembered all the past experiences of fighting against the demons.
Over the past five years, Liu Bujian has tried his best to fight against the demons among the six sects of the Righteous Path, and he has come up with numerous plans.
Every time a child falls, the demon will be seriously injured.
Now that the leader of the first righteous Ruyun Sect has passed away, the six major sects are ready to make moves. Liu Bujian's reputation is hindering them from carving up the Ruyun Sect.
Once a righteous immortal king, he has the magic hand to control demons; once he is a prisoner under the rank, he joins demons and rebels.
The cunning rabbit dies and the running dog is cooked.
When the last fatal soul-capturing nail, Shuo Shuo, struck him, Liu Bujian closed his eyes——
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood splattering, no excruciating pain, and no lingering breath.
Just a strong gust of wind hit him, and when he opened his eyes again, Demon Lord Yang Yuran, who had been fighting with him for five years, was standing in front of him, returning the soul-capturing nail to its original owner with one palm.
Yang Yuran's cloak flickered, and the dragon swung its tail and pulled him into its arms.
"I heard that there are detailed works of the Forbidden Demon Lord here,"
"I would like to ask what you are going to do to my wife."
Small theater
Liu Bujian was sitting in Yang Yuran's room, looking at himself in the mirror, wearing a medium coat and with messy hair.
After bringing him back, Yang Yuran ordered people to give him medicine, let him take a bath, changed his clothes, and finally gave him instructions——
Send it to his room.
In the past five years, he has repeatedly attacked the demon clan, and Yang Yuran is used to hiding his sword behind his smile.
On the right path, at most it will turn into ashes.
Now, after joining the demon clan, revenge, humiliation, and even - Liu Bujian looked at the bed.
If this is the case, it would be better to die on the Soul Killing Pillar.
"Squeak——"
The room was filled with light, and Yang Yuran walked in.
Liu Bujian took a deep breath and listened to Yang Yuran approaching step by step.
Yang Yuran walked up to him, holding a familiar hairpin and waving it in front of his eyes.
Immediately, she walked behind him and twisted a strand of black hair. The hairpin shuttled through it and slowly tied it together.
"You said back then that I would give you this object.
Is provoking you
But at that time, I really felt that this hairpin matched you very well. "
Intention: Cherish the present
