From that day on, Li Jue and Guo Si followed Jia Xu's advice to the letter and treated him with great respect. They put his strategies to good use, focusing only on defending the pass while Ma Chao challenged them to battle. They never rode out to meet him.
Though it was late autumn, it wasn't cold enough to explain this. Besides, Tie Cheng was a skilled martial artist with profound inner strength, and his ability to withstand the cold far surpassed that of ordinary people. Yet even he was affected, while Old Madam Xu could sit there chatting and laughing, seemingly untouched by the slightest chill. How could that not be strange?
"Although we haven't obtained the Heavenly Devil Zheng yet, with these two divine swords in hand, we can still break the seal, return to the Devil Race, and unite the Seven Realms!" Dongfang Hongri raised the two weapons high and couldn't help bursting into wild laughter.
After they married, the two of them didn't even share a bed. It was a secret to outsiders, and a source of pain to the two of them. Diaochan had several times been unable to bear it and asked him to sleep on the bed, but he said he couldn't control himself. So he would rather choose the hard floor; that way, he felt more comfortable and at ease.
"Then it's a deal." As Murong Jianxin spoke, he held out his hand to seal the promise with a pinky swear, so the other person wouldn't back out later.
"Enough. Now you can all die." Seeing Bald Qiang's severed arm, Yingjun's voice turned cold. As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked glob after glob of dark green poison gas into the noses of Black Ghost Feng Lun and the dozen or