An Qiniang didn't get an answer immediately, but the figure slowly turned around.
There was no light, but it did not prevent An Qiniang from seeing the face of the person in front of her clearly.
What kind of face is that, cold and deep, under the eyebrows, a pair of calm phoenix eyes slightly raised.
His thin lips were like knives, and there was a chill, even the darkness couldn't hide the domineering and fierceness emanating from his whole body.
It was a man who made one's soul shudder at a glance.
But at this moment, the man was looking at An Qiniang with a creepy look, the man was holding something in his hand.
An Qiniang fixed her eyes and saw that it was a pair of flowers that bloomed strangely and enchantingly.
The flower is gorgeous in color, and the golden flower body is as dazzling as the scorching sun, burning An Qiniang's eyes. The flower is more beautiful than any flower she has ever seen in her life.
Such a flower, such a man, met in such a dark night, An Qiniang felt a chill in her heart.
"Who are you?"
An Qiniang didn't realize that her voice was trembling slightly.
It was a kind of unreasonable fear of the inferiors for the superiors.
"The person who hurt me still wants to get out of his body. Tell me, how should you die?"
In the dark night, the man sneered. That voice, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, chilled people from the skin to the bone.
The moment his voice fell, the stamen of the flower in his hand turned red in an instant, as red as blood.
An Qiniang knew something was wrong, she just wanted to make a move.
There was only a "bass", and her eardrums vibrated.
Several shadows flew past her eyes, like a hurricane blowing head-on, An Qiniang felt her body fly up like fallen leaves.
There was a whistling sound in her ears, and she couldn't tell whether that sound was sword wind or stellar energy.
Her throat rolled, trying to make a sound, but when she tried to make a sound, the breath in her body couldn't come out no matter what.
Eight swift and fierce sword qi pierced her limbs, body and head, nailing her to the wall.
An Qiniang's eyeballs gradually stopped moving and turned into a dead gray.
Tick, tick, that was the sound of blood falling to the ground.
"It's a pity that the monk from Nanwu Mountain is not here, otherwise, he could recite a rebirth mantra for you."
Wu Chong snorted coldly.
An Qiniang should have died a long time ago.
It's a pity that Nan Jiu's appearance made her live an extra hour.
After An Qiniang was dealt with, Hunyuanzong and the remnants of Yaochi Xianxie should also be dealt with.
Wu Zhong flicked his sleeves, and was about to chase after Chen Mu and Great Elder Changluo.
Tread—
A burst of hurried footsteps accompanied by the sound of blowing clothes came from outside the courtyard.
The inn where the Great Elder Changluo lived was the largest inn in the city. For convenience, the Great Elder Changluo booked a separate courtyard.
On weekdays, people in the inn would not dare to rush in.
Could it be that Chen Mu and his gang have gone and returned
That's fine, it saves him another trip.
With a flick of his sleeves, Wu Zhong's five fingers turned into palms, and he bullied towards the tightly closed door like a ghost.
As long as the person outside the door steps in, he can shatter his head with one palm.
Just when Wu Zhong's hand was only a few inches away from the door.
He heard a burst of short breathing, and there was also a faint fragrance that he was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with, which radiated in the night and formed a sharp contrast with the heavy smell of blood in the courtyard.
Wu Chong raised his eyebrows suddenly, and his heart stopped beating as if it had been hit by something.
He withdrew quickly.
The moment the courtyard door was pushed open, Wu Zhong dodged and hid behind a pillar.
The door creaked open.
Outside the door, Ye Lingyue was panting, her dark eyes fixed on the dark courtyard.
Her pupils shrank fiercely, and she saw An Qiniang's body on the wall.
An Qiniang's blood was still dripping all over the ground.
Those eight heavenly towers, like eight pillars, firmly nailed An Qiniang to the wall, blood splashed all over the wall.
Her eyeballs protruded, and she could not rest in peace.
died.
Ye Lingyue swallowed hard, and looked at the courtyard again.
The door of the room was open, and on the way she came, she saw Chen Mu and the Great Elder Changluo leaving Sifang City.
That man, shortly after they left, killed An Qiniang.
Wu Zhong... was killed by Wu Zhong.
The eight sky towers obtained from the Taiyi secret realm are still there.
Just now, the moment she was about to open the door, she clearly felt a sudden murderous intent.
At that moment, she hesitated briefly.
At the moment she hesitated, the murderous intent quickly dissipated like a bank bursting, leaving no trace.
In the ear, I heard a shallow breathing sound.
Ye Lingyue's eyes moved to a pillar.
She moved her steps with difficulty and walked towards the pillar step by step.
Behind the pillar, Wu Zhong's body was terribly stiff.
He had already heard that familiar breathing sound, getting closer.
In this life, Wu Zhong has never been so nervous as tonight.
He didn't even dare to take his golden ghost mask, because he was still wearing Feng Xin's clothes.
How did he explain to Ye Lingyue that he was wearing a ghost mask and Feng Xin's clothes, and killed An Qiniang, a half-step supernatural powerhouse.
She finally wants to know.
Wu Zhong is Feng Xin, Feng Xin is Wu Zhong... How will she react when she finds out
One is Feng Xin, whom she loves, and the other is Wu Zhong, whom she hates.
But these two people are one person.
Wu Zhong leaned against the pillar, his heart sank little by little.
She would get angry, turn around and walk away, never to talk to him again.
Just as Wu Zhong turned and turned a thousand times, Ye Lingyue's steps stopped.
She suddenly turned her head and ran out of the courtyard quickly.
Wu Zhong's body softened, and he sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment leaning on the pillar.
He smiled wryly and walked out.
In the courtyard, An Qiniang's body was still there. With a wave of Wu Zhong's hand, he took back the eight sky towers.
The courtyard was full of deserted moonlight, and Ye Lingyue's rash intrusion disrupted Wu Zhong's plan. He pondered for a while, and instead of chasing Chen Mu and the others, he rushed back to the inn immediately.
Ye Lingyue ran out of the inn together.
In my mind, the scene just now has been echoing.
Although, she didn't see who was behind the pillar, but she saw a familiar corner of the clothes.
It was Feng Xin's clothes, the same clothes he wore during the day.
Ye Lingyue's mind was in chaos.
There was an answer, screaming frantically in her mind.
"No, no, how could Fengxin be..." Ye Lingyue shook her head violently, as if she wanted to drive out the more and more deeply rooted thoughts in her mind.
But there was a voice in her heart that kept saying it over and over again.
"Actually, you have already suspected it, so why deceive yourself."
The two completely different voices in the head and the bottom of the heart were engaged in a battle between heaven and man. After standing for half an hour, Ye Lingyue calmed down a little.
She walked back to the inn where she was staying, and just when she got near the inn, she saw a familiar figure hovering there.