Devil Tries To Make Amends - Chap 25
Ran Shen breathed a sigh of relief, but he also became alert in his heart. He must be more cautious in the future, and there must be no mistakes. He will put away his feelings and bury them in his heart for the time being.
He released his tense mood, and joked with Qingyan: “It is said that your father wants you to marry Qishuo, the wolf king of the wolf tribe. When will it be settled?
” , has absolutely no place of its own.
Suppressing the sourness, he said with a nonchalant expression: “Don’t mention it, he is the wolf king, he has no manliness at all, he looks like a child, I don’t like it at all!” Ran Shen smiled
slyly Jokingly said: “Yeah! That’s right, you have to be more masculine to be worthy of our Qingyan, right?
”
What should he do to make Ranshen care about him, even if it’s just a little bit.
Chapter Forty-Second Adventure
On this day, Yunqian and Yiyou got Ye Junli’s permission to move around freely in the Temple of Killing God for the time being.
So in the evening, Yunqian led Yiyou to the Liyue Pavilion, Yunqian wanted to go there a long time ago.
”Brother Yunqian, when are we going back?” Yiyou asked innocently, staring intently at the waterfall in the distance of Liyue Pavilion.
Yunqian knelt down, touched Yiyou’s face, and replied in a warm voice: “Soon.”
Before the phantom soul pill in his body exploded, he must buy time to take Yiyou out.
While his thoughts were wandering, he and Yiyou unknowingly walked behind the waterfall, and vaguely heard someone talking.
”Yiyou.” Yunqian made a silent gesture to Yiyou, hugged him and hid in the grass beside the waterfall.
Through the cracks, he faintly felt that those who spoke did not look like those from the Temple of Slaughtering God, and carried an inexplicable evil spirit, but the attire of the whole body did indeed look like a demon general of the Temple of Slaughtering God.
”Tonight at the Ye Junli meeting, I will baptize the demon breath at the Blood Tomb Terrace. I have already sprinkled the cold spirit powder there, and I remember that I am very energetic. There must be no mistakes!” A rough male voice spoke, although the volume was lowered
. , but Yun Qian could hear it clearly.
Could it be that these people are secret agents lurking in the Temple of Killing God?
The evening wind blew past, and the cold dew penetrated to the bone, Yunqian tightened Yiyou’s coat, and signaled to him again to keep silent.
However, Yiyou moved his position, and his feet stepped on the wet pebbles on the ground, making a sound.
”Where is who?” A sharp questioning voice came, and there were footsteps gradually approaching.
Yun Qian took Yiyou into her arms, but her heart was beating loudly.
Until the man walked in front of him, Yunqian and Yiyou were imprisoned in the circle of light and couldn’t move after just casting a spell.
”Looking for death!” Another person raised his knife and stabbed at Yunqian, the sharp edge was like frost, like a silver skynet.
When it was about to fall, I saw a blue shadow passing through it, and then all those people disappeared without a trace, as if everything was Yun Qian’s illusion.
It’s not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he hurriedly took Yiyou and returned to Nightmare Palace.
…
Inside the Tomb of the Conferred Gods.
”Devil God, spare your life! Demon God, spare your life!” A group of ghosts knelt on the ground, their faces were bleeding desperately…
but obviously, Ranchen didn’t intend to let them go.
He carefully wiped the soul-breaking knife in his hand, his eyes were like a sharp blade out of its sheath, with an invisible but sharp edge.
The voice she spoke was also extremely cold: “Who gave you the courage to touch him?”
Even though Yun Qian was unscathed, she still touched the bottom line of Ran Shen.
”Devil God, spare me! We didn’t see clearly that he is a man of Demon God! Demon God, spare me!” Apart from enduring the pain of being whipped, Gui Mei desperately begged for mercy.
”Didn’t see clearly?” Ran Shen was still expressionless, and he was completely different from the usual Wen Ru, “If I didn’t arrive in time just now, are you planning to kill him?” “He, he knows
our Secret…” A ghost tremblingly said.
Lurking in the Temple of Killing God for so many years, there has never been a single mistake. If all previous efforts were wasted because of Yun Qian, they are sure that the demon god they have always admired will not choose such a risk.
However, everyone guessed wrong.
Even if Ran Shen risked being discovered by Ye Junli, he would not choose to hurt Yun Qian.
At this time, Zhuo Yu rushed over and reprimanded: “Stop!”
Zhuo Yu is Ranchen’s older sister, no matter how stubborn Ranchen is, he will always listen to what Zhuo Yu said.
After all, Zhuo Yu was his only relative in this world who was connected by blood.
”Ranchen! What are you doing? They are all loyal to Fengshenling and you!” Zhuoyu was furious, and shouted at Ranchen.
Chapter 43 You are the best Ranchen
But Ranchen was not shaken by Zhuoyu’s words, and looked at Zhuoyu calmly: “If you make a mistake, you should be punished.”
In his heart, those who hurt Yunqian, All have to pay the price.
”What’s wrong? You tell me, where did they go wrong?” Burning Feather was irritated by Ranchen’s upside-down attitude, and leaned in front of him, glaring at Ranchen.
”He almost died…” Ran Shen did not hesitate, and told Zhuo Yu the reason, his calm expression did not reveal any emotion.
”He! It’s him again! Ranchen, don’t forget! He’s also a member of the Celestial Clan! Speaking of which! He deserves to die!” Zhuoyu became furious, pulling at the skirt of Ranchen’s clothes, furious for his obsession.
Ye Junli, God of War of the Celestial Clan, led an army of 100,000 horses to attack the Shui Clan. In one night, only Ran Shen and Zhuo Yu were left in the Shui Clan.
Later, Ranchen found out… that the prince of the Celestial Clan was actually his long-awaited sweetheart…
Maybe he loves more than hatred, and all of Ranchen’s hatred and revenge are only aimed at Ye Junli, and only at the other members of the Celestial Clan. Only for Yun Qian, no matter how hard he persuaded himself, he couldn’t do anything.
