The three words "Change" were still on the tip of his tongue, but they were completely sealed with Qu Zhengfeng's ruthless rejection, and Jianchou was actually choked.
She looked at Qu Zhengfeng and didn't say anything for a long time.
Qu Zhengfeng looked at her without any guilt, then walked over to explain things to the monks of Tomorrow Star Sea.
The atmosphere in the field was strangely silent for a moment.
No matter whether they were cultivators from Xinghai or Yashan, they were all shocked and stunned by the two people's attire which was totally different from their usual attire. Some even blushed and dared not look directly at Jianchou. Now they only heard the two of them saying this to each other, but they did not understand the meaning of the words at all.
Are these two big guys playing some kind of charade
They had no idea of the origin of this matter, nor did they know what kind of person the female cultivator that Jianchou was going to transform into was, so they were completely confused.
Jianchou himself was very clear in his heart.
The clearer she understood, the more she understood what Qu Zhengfeng's rejection just now meant.
But come to think of it, if His Majesty the Sword Emperor, and someone as skilled in blacksmithing as Qu Zhengfeng, really agreed to her request, he would be dreaming.
So no matter how bold it is, it's just an idea.
The possibility of achieving it is too slim.
Jianchou stood there for a while, then finally sighed and accepted his fate.
Before leaving, she pulled out the little mink that had been clinging to her side, stuffed it into Fang Xiaoxie's pocket, and said, "The Extreme Region is dangerous, and this place is only temporarily safe. No one knows what will happen next. This mink is lazy and cunning, but it still has some abilities, so let it stay here with you. You are impatient and impulsive, and you are competitive. It's fine in the mountain gate, but you have to be more careful and cautious in this Extreme Region. Take it with you, and don't leave us without me and His Majesty the Sword Emperor passing on the message."
The little mink rolled his eyes very obviously.
Fang Xiaoxie's heartbeat had just calmed down, and the red clouds on his face had just faded a little, but he never expected that Jianchou would suddenly speak to him.
Caught off guard, he fell into a daze again.
His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and he foolishly hugged the little mink that was stuffed into his arms, and immediately knew only to respond. He didn't react until Jianchou left, and his mind was full of the radiant face of Senior Sister Jianchou when she lowered her head to talk to him just now...
"Young people are reckless and their hearts are moved." Qu Zhengfeng had obviously taken in the scene just now. He walked out of the stone chamber not far away. He thought about it and laughed, "He has indeed reached the age of 'knowing how lustful he is and envying young girls'."
Talk about Fang Xiaoxie
After Jianchou came out of the stone chamber, she had already transformed into the appearance of the female cultivator Lianzhao. She had bright makeup on and her dark robe was loose, which highlighted her beautiful figure, not to mention her pair of snow-white bare feet.
Hearing Qu Zhengfeng's words at this moment, he frowned slightly.
Although she was talking to Fang Xiaoxie just now, her attention was actually on Xiao Diao. Thinking about how this little fellow with mysterious origins had displayed his divine power and fought against Kui Niu in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, even if something really happened, he should be able to protect the remaining people. So she didn't pay much attention to Fang Xiaoxie.
Qu Zhengfeng's words were a bit harsh.
Jianchou certainly noticed other people's reactions after she changed her clothes and makeup, but in her opinion they were all normal reactions, including Fang Xiaoxie's. After all, her change was indeed quite big.
She and Qu Zhengfeng were heading to the exit of the eighteenth level of hell, which was where the warden of the eighteenth level of hell was located. That was the gathering place of the recruited ghost soldiers, and all the ghost cultivators should be waiting for Xiao Mou and Lian Zhao before setting off.
He then walked through the ruins and headed in the opposite direction of the altar.
As he walked, he mentioned Fang Xiaoxie to Qu Zhengfeng.
"Your Majesty the Sword Emperor has been in the Tomorrow Star Sea for a long time, so he probably doesn't know him."
"This kid's surname is Fang, and his given name is also strange, 'Xiao Xie'. He is a disciple accepted by Master Zheng a few years ago. His talent may not be inferior to mine. He is competitive and aggressive, and he never admits defeat. He can be considered one of the best among the many new talents in the left three thousand of the Central Region."
"Each generation has its own succession of old and new."
"I wonder how His Majesty the Sword Emperor feels when he sees him?"
There was actually no malice in these words, they were just spoken out of Jianchou's feelings. However, when Qu Zhengfeng heard them, they naturally took on a more unspeakable meaning.
Generation after generation, the old and the new take their place.
From him to Jianchou, from Jianchou to Fang Xiaoxie...
Qu Zhengfeng still had some indescribable thoughts in his heart. He glanced at Jianchou who was pretending to be Lianzhao, and did not answer her question, but remained silent.
The wind is blowing in the wilderness.
Jianchou listened to the sound of the wind and said nothing more. He just let the whistling of the wind replace the thousands of words in his heart and walked all the way to the prison warden.
The closer she got to the warden, the more her walking posture resembled Lian Zhao.
The seven points of frost and snow that originally covered her face faded away to only a faint trace, and was replaced by a new, arrogant charm.
It gave me a sense of charm as I walked out of the eighteenth level of hell.
Long before Qu Zhengfeng clearly refused, Jianchou had already thought about it: Although playing the role of Lianzhao made her feel uncomfortable, it was not particularly difficult. This was because Lianzhao did not have many friends, was charming and fickle, and had unstable moods. It might be difficult for her to flatter in a low voice, but it was not difficult for her to show a cold face and act a bit domineering when she got angry.
The rest is just the subtle expressions on the face.
It may not be completely similar, but if it is about 60% or 70% similar, no one should doubt it.
She is actually a person who strives for perfection and has always had a good sense of the overall situation. She certainly won't delay big things for such a small matter.
Qu Zhengfeng is certainly no exception.
Compared to Jianchou, his disguise as Xiao Mou was simpler, and there was not a single flaw. His face changed, his features were handsome, but there was also a bit of gloom in his sick air, which was extremely lifelike.
At the prison, the ghost cultivators were already getting impatient.
Hundreds of ghost soldiers recruited from the eighteenth level of hell gathered outside the prison. Because of the different techniques they practiced, their appearances were all strange and bizarre. If they were placed on an isolated island on earth, they would definitely be scary.
But this is in the polar region, and everyone is used to it.
"What's going on? Why haven't you come yet?"
"I am getting impatient waiting, Grandpa."
"I also want to see what this woman looks like. Is she worthy of your obsession?"
"Do you think you can sleep with her?"
"Hahaha, forget it!"
"It's not easy to become her lover..."
…
The ghost cultivators gathered together, and since they were all evil ghosts who had been punished in hell and had committed serious sins, it was inevitable that they would speak without restraint, which was not very pleasant to hear.
Soon, all the talk was foul language.
The warden of the eighteenth level of hell is a fat ghost with a big belly. In his early years, he was the warden of the first level of ice. He has been promoted in the past few decades. If he is promoted one level higher, he will be able to leave the eighteenth level of hell and become a judge in Bafang City.
After all, recruiting ghost soldiers was not his responsibility, so he was not in a hurry.
At this moment, the newly recruited ghost soldiers began to discuss the legendary "Lotus Light". He did not interrupt, but listened with relish.
But the female ghost cultivator standing next to him, who was sent by the Wuchang clan to assist in this matter, could no longer bear to listen.
Her name is Xue Yin, and she has been a member of the clan for nearly a hundred years.
Among the female cultivators of this generation in the clan, she ranked first in cultivation. But no matter what occasion it was mentioned, she could only be ranked second, retreating behind Lian Zhao.
If you ask the reason
What else
Lian Zhao was beautiful and had a special way of dealing with men. There were many ghost cultivators who were obsessed with lust among the ten ghost tribes, so even if her cultivation was not as good as theirs, so what? Today, she could still be sent by the elders of the tribe for no reason to recruit ghost soldiers with Xiao Mou and take on a great feat.
And she, who is really capable, can only assist from the side.
Now I have to wait here!
Years of dissatisfaction and deep resentment had been suppressed for too long, so even the slightest discussion about Lian Zhao from these people at this moment, no matter if it was praise or insult, was irritating and disgusting to her!
A relatively pretty face was slightly distorted.
Her cold gaze fell on the loudest one among the newly recruited ghost soldiers. When she heard him bragging about having seen Lian Zhao when he was participating in the selection and how charming her figure and beautiful face were, she clenched the soul-catching rope in her hand tightly.
But she didn't expect that before she could find a chance to attack, someone outside suddenly shouted, "They're coming!"
"Oh, 'To die under the peony flowers is to be a romantic ghost'. If I could be looked at by her just once, I would be willing to die!"
The big man with the loud voice was still talking.
But the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and then the discussions became louder, rising and falling like the tide, so he stopped and looked over.
It was really Lian Zhao and Xiao Mou who came back.
According to the rules, the two of them went to investigate the situation of the Shi Tian Creation Array after the ghost soldiers were recruited. They should have been back soon, but they didn't expect to be kept waiting for more than an hour.
That Xiao Mou is a tuberculosis patient, nothing good to see.
But the figure of the female cultivator who came first caught everyone's attention in an instant!
It’s Lian Zhao.
However, after just over an hour since I last saw her, she seemed to be even more radiant than before.
The loose black robe could not cover her charming waist. The red necklace on her ankles cast some fine light and shadow on her snow-white skin. There was a hint of coldness and laziness between her originally charming eyebrows. Instead of diminishing her beauty, her whole face added a kind of charm that was as if it was about to be changed and not yet there.
It's like he doesn't care about anyone at all!
There was a hint of nonchalance in her frivolous eyes, and when the big man who had been shouting loudly just now met her gaze, his strong body immediately weakened in half, as if someone had strangled him by the neck, and he fell into a near-death experience.
The ringing of her necklace made a slight sound, and she floated over like a cloud.
I just walked casually through the crowd, and there was no sound around me.
Jianchou walked inside from the outside effortlessly, then glanced at Xueyin, who was sent by the Wuchang clan to assist Lianzhao this time. His gaze lingered on her palm that was tightly holding the Soul-Hooking Rope for a moment, and then he chuckled.
The charming yet cold eyes revealed merciless sarcasm.
"Save your energy. It's okay to hurt your hand before going to the battlefield. It's really pitiful that no one cares for you!"
"Lian Zhao, you!"
Xue Yin never expected that she would be spitting out such bad words as soon as she came back. Although there was not a single dirty word, it was like a hundred slaps in her face!
I was so excited that I couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
When Jianchou saw her like this, he acted as if he saw nothing, heard nothing, and even didn't feel the other party's sudden rage. He completely ignored her and just walked lightly in front of the fat and round prison warden.
Her lips curled up and her smile was as beautiful as a flower.
"Master Prison Warden, the ghost soldiers of the Impermanence Clan have been recruited, and we are going to the Ghost Gate Lookout. I wonder where the pass token is?"
That's a sound that can really penetrate into the cracks of a person's bones.
It's not overly sweet, and even reveals a hint of weariness and coldness, but that thin line of charm in the trembling ending seems to be able to captivate one's soul.
The fat prison warden trembled all over. He couldn't take his eyes off the scene and subconsciously handed the token in his hand over.
Jianchou stretched out his thin white hand, took the token, and said, "Thank you, Master Prison Warden."
Then he turned around very naturally.
Behind her was Qu Zhengfeng, who was dressed as the sickly and consumptive Xiao Mou.
At this time, she only followed the memory of Lian Zhao's attitude towards Xiao Mou, deliberately used a playful ambiguity and provocation, glanced at him, pulled the corners of her lips and smiled: "Junior Brother Xiao Mou, let's go?"
Just a glance.
Under normal circumstances, this would naturally not be a big deal, after all, she was playing the role of Lian Zhao.
However, Qu Zhengfeng knew that Jianchou was the one behind this disguise, so something surfaced in his heart and he felt a thrilling shock, and even he was dazed for a moment.
After a moment, he lowered his eyes, his gloomy yet handsome face turned pale, and he said calmly: "Of course, I will listen to Senior Sister Lianzhao's decision."