Absolutely admire

Fan Yunrui pulled up his collar and said, "Thank you very much."

Qu Ling squatted on the bed, and the tail of the fox behind him swung wildly from left to right. He said humbly, "You're welcome."

For the rest of the day, Qu Ling would change Fan Yunrui's medicine every two days.

Leaving aside the wound on his chest, Fan Yunrui couldn't see the wound on his back, so it was especially difficult to apply it by himself, so whenever he painted his back, he asked Qu Ling to help.

Feeling the skin behind him being gently pressed against the wound by Qu Ling's white, soft and tender paws in the shape of a fox, he circled in circles on the spot.

Fan Yunrui turned his head slightly to see him holding a small medicine in one paw and working carefully with the other paw, he couldn't help laughing, and then Qu Ling got a dazed and ignorant expression.

"Why are you laughing so happily?"

"……nothing."

Qu Ling helped him apply the ointment and said, "By the way, tomorrow is the enthronement ceremony of the Demon King of Qingyin Mountain. Stay here and don't go out."

"Oh?" Fan Yunrui raised his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't the former demon king die not long ago, and a new demon took over so soon?"

"Qingyin Mountain cannot be left alone for a day." Qu Ling said calmly, "If it weren't for Jiang Wuzhe's reasons, we wouldn't have to wait until now."

During this period of time, the War between Righteousness and Demons has ended for a month.Jiang Wuzhe, the Demon Lord of the Evil Silk Palace, has been wounded by Cong Quan, one of the four statues in Jiuxiao Mountain, and his whereabouts are unknown.

As for the delay in the new demon king's ascension to the throne, he had something to do with it. It was because he himself launched the Great War of Righteousness and Demons first, and many senior elders from Qingyin Mountain went to Jiuxiao Mountain to support them. Absolutely miserable.

Rumor has it that that day, Jiang Wuzhe was wearing a blood-red gown, and he was insane like a madman. Whenever anyone got close to him, he pierced his heart with his bare hands and died.

And that's how the former demon king of Qingyin Mountain died in Jiang Wuzhe's hands.If Cong Quan hadn't appeared and seriously injured him, not only Jiuxiao Mountain would have died, but even Qingyin Mountain would have to pay for it.

However, this was only a small part of the rumors that Qu Ling had heard. It is still unclear what happened that day.

Today, Qingyin Mountain is weak, and it is necessary to stabilize the people's hearts and consolidate its power before electing a new generation of demon kings.It took a total of one month before and after, and the enthronement ceremony of the demon king was postponed until tomorrow.

Fan Yunrui lay on the mattress and turned his head back, muttering in his mouth: "That's right, if it weren't for the lord, you would really be in trouble."

Qu Ling didn't hear what he said clearly, and asked in confusion, "What?"

He continued to perfunctory: "It's nothing, I wish you a happy tomorrow."

Qu Ling couldn't figure out what he meant, so he smiled dryly and said, "What should I be happy about?"

"For a kind person like you, of course you have to be happy every day." Fan Yunrui looked at the bed curtain in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "In this special period, you dare to save my life. Thank you very much."

As soon as the battle between righteousness and demons ended, demon cultivators basically became the target of everyone calling for beating and killing, and even the Xie Ling Temple was turned upside down by a group of people in the righteous way.What white porcelain vases, emerald glass, all kinds of gold and silver jewels were smashed to pieces.Even the little monsters living near the Xie Ling Temple who lived peacefully on weekdays also died there.

"You really don't need to thank me, I just don't think it's all right to generalize." Qu Ling finished applying the medicine to Fan Yunrui, then stepped back from his back, "If you feel bad about it, promise me to take good care of your wounds. Also, I Set up a weak barrier in this room, if you go out, I will notice, and I will drive you out regardless of whether you are injured or not, so you must stay here honestly, you know?"

"Oh, you are a bodhisattva, I don't believe you when you say you want to drive me out." Fan Yunrui sighed, "It's a good thing you met me, otherwise you will definitely suffer."

Qu Ling: "..."

It is good to be said once as a Bodhisattva, but it is inevitable to be a little shy after being told by a different person the second time.

He thinks that he just cares more about the lives of all things. He thinks that they are all hard-won, and they are just rescued. They are not so enlightened by Buddha, right?

"That's right." Qu Ling jumped off the bed, took out a torn page from the table, and said, "What is this, it fell out of your clothes before."

Seeing the dull yellow paper, Fan Yunrui was taken aback for a moment, and then slowly said: "It's nothing, it's not mine, so it's okay to give it to you."

Uh……

It's useless for me to want this...

Qu Ling's little paws held the paper and put it in front of his eyes, blinked suspiciously, and muttered in his heart: Gu Hanbing...?

The next day, the Demon King's enthronement ceremony.

Before Qu Ling had time to wake Fan Yunrui, he rushed out of the room early in the morning, leaving Fan Yunrui asleep alone.

When he woke up, of course the little fox was no longer in the room.

He hugged the quilt in a daze, and couldn't help but think of the petite figure who twisted his buttocks in this room a few days ago, ran from here to there, applied medicine to him non-stop, and talked with him.

The corner of Fan Yunrui's mouth raised a curved arc, and his smile like a clear spring was filled with warmth and warmth. He thought it was too unreal for all this to happen.

He shouldn't have encountered such a thing.

He shouldn't have met such a person.

Fan Yunrui has no father and no mother, and since he was a child, he has practiced the magic way with the master of the Xie Ling Temple who had rescued him, and he also vowed to follow him to the death. This loyalty can be learned from heaven and earth.

Although Jiang Wuzhe treats him well, like a relative or friend, Fan Yunrui still feels that being with him is not as comfortable as it has been in the past few days.

Just as he was still immersed in the commemoration, there were bursts of small and noisy conversations outside the room.

The voices were all male, and Fan Yunrui recognized them immediately.

It was the group of bandits who caught him and demanded a bounty, and this time there were at least thirty or so of them, all of them holding long swords, iron rods, maces and other weapons, making the scene very grand.

"Damn it, how did you get here?"

Fan Yunrui cursed secretly, got out of bed on tiptoe, stuck to the door along the corner of the wall, and listened attentively to what the group of people said.

"Hey, I don't believe it, that fox dared to stop us this time."

"Boss, we've been walking for so long, but we haven't found that guy yet, can't we really be eaten by monsters?"

"Bullshit! I don't believe it. That damn vixen must have deliberately shielded him so he can go ask for a reward."

"I heard that today is the day of the Demon King's enthronement. It's true. I haven't seen a single monster all the way here."

When they walked outside the steeple-roofed houses, more than 30 people stopped in their tracks one after another, and one of them said flatteringly: "Look, boss, this should be the residence of those monsters. That vixen must live here, and maybe he even took that guy as well!" Hide inside!"

He thought that Qu Ling didn't have the guts to bring Moxiu to the ceremony in a fair and honest manner, but the strange thing was that the bandit leader was still wearing a blue shirt today, which made Fan Yunrui even more annoyed.

"Search carefully for me!"

"Yes!"

More than [-] strong men separated and kicked the door from house to house to search for them.

Fan Yunrui spread out the palm of his right hand, concentrated his energy for a while, and a black mist the size of a flame burst out from his palm.

"No, the injury has not fully recovered, and this mana cannot be head-to-head at all."

The injuries all over his body were not caused by these dozens of rogue bandits, but by Duan Qiong who was fighting against him in the battle between good and evil.

Although he is a demon cultivator, he has always done things openly and aboveboard, and has never done such shameful acts as hurting people with hidden weapons.But he didn't expect that if he didn't do it, the other party did.

However, the other party was Duan Qiong, one of the four masters of Jiuxiao Mountain. He, a demon cultivator, said that Duan Qiong used a hidden weapon to hurt him. Except for demon practitioners, who else would dare to believe it?

When he thinks of Duan Qiong, his face changes suddenly, and his eyes are full of jealousy.

Before the fight, this person had sneered at him, at Jiang Wuzhe, and at the whole Demon Dao. It was actually nothing, after all, everyone was like this.

But what he said was too vicious, swearing was mixed with slander and ridicule, and almost any foul language could come out of that mouth.

When fighting, the sinister and ruthless moves are aggressive.On the way, after an inexperienced magic cultivator blocked a move for Fan Yunrui, Duan Qiong said in front of Fan Yunrui, "This man is really loyal." die.

That is a righteous person who is ten thousand times more evil than Moxiu. Fan Yunrui will never forget that blue figure, and he is bound to be cut into pieces.

"Boss, there are only these three rooms left now."

The voice was still in his ears, Fan Yunrui suddenly came back to his senses, his breathing froze at this moment.

The bandit leader held the mace on his shoulder, smacked his lips and said, "What are you talking about, let me do a fucking search!"

"Yes!"

After the other two doors were kicked open, the door where he was was also slashed open with a sword. Fan Yunrui bit the bullet and used his whole body magic to throw out a cloud of black mist, beat the intruders to the ground and then Strive to jump on the window rail, break the window and escape.

"Damn it, he's really here! Hurry up and chase me!" The bandit leader recognized him when he saw his back before he had time to see his face clearly. "Whoever catches him will be rewarded when he comes back!"

Then the people under him chased after Fan Yunrui as if they had been slapped with chicken blood.

Fan Yunrui exhausted his last ounce of strength just now, and he forced himself to run for such a distance, his physical strength was exhausted, and under the collapse, he finally couldn't hold on, and knelt down on the ground.

The cold sweat on the forehead instantly flowed down the contour of the face and dripped on the land.

Seeing that Fan Yunrui was exhausted, the bandit leader knelt down and satirized him, "Run, keep running, don't you know how to run?" He squatted in front of Fan Yunrui, pinched his chin and lifted it up. Get up, let him look at me, "If it wasn't for that dead fox making trouble, you would be fucking dead by now."

Fan Yunrui sneered and said, "If you didn't take advantage of others' danger, what would you do to me?"

"Hahahahahaha, ouch, hello my dear uncle~" The bandit leader took a deep breath before laughing loudly, and said stingingly, "What do you think you are still the guardian of the evil silk palace? From my point of view , you are now a fart that everyone can trample on, even worse than offal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand holding Fan Yunrui's chin was violently shaken away, clapped his palms as if feeling unlucky, stood up and said: "Dirty trash, take it away!"

Four tall and burly men walked out of the crowd, and they held down Fan Yunrui's limbs one after another, and lifted him up.

In fact, there is no need for four people, any one of them can restrain the current Fan Yunrui.Although the power of the Demon Cultivator has basically been disintegrated like residue, Fan Yunrui was once the protector of the Xie Ling Temple after all, so he should not be ignored.

"Damn it... let me go!"

Fan Yunrui's body was suspended in the air, and he exerted all his strength, but his hands and feet were tightly bound, and he was still injured, so he couldn't break free at all.

"Oh, calm down for a while, uncle."

He resisted for a long time, but the four strong men didn't care much at all, and were about to set off and take him back along the road.

When Fan Yunrui exhausted even the last of his strength, he finally stared at the blue sky in despair.

The eyes that had only a little light at first dimmed again at this time.

Also, he didn't deserve that kind of life at all.

Jiang Wuzhe was seriously injured and disappeared, and the Xie Ling Palace was destroyed and wiped out.He also fantasizes that he can abandon his previous identity and live a new life like ordinary people in the future.Even if he meets someone who can accompany him regardless of his status as a demon cultivator, and treat him and others equally, that's enough.

As it turned out, he had indeed met this person.

It's just that he may never see him again in the future.