Meng Jiaqi is so wronged.
In the plan given by the elders, as a fox, she has her own sultry attributes, wandering back and forth between truth and lies, keeping this group of stinky swordsmen in the dark from beginning to end.
But when she saw Qin Chuan at this moment, she realized with hindsight that she was the one who was being played around in circles, laughing and laughing alone in a one-man show.
- Are you guys busy? ah? Isn't it bad to have a fight? !
Although she can't beat it.
Meng Jiaqi and Qin Chuan cried so much that you were in me and I was in you. They almost turned the originally quiet long street into an animal farm, and they could play a ghostly version of "Funeral in a Dream" in minutes.
But Zheng Weiqi didn't understand Lianxiangxiyu at all, and before the cries of chirps stopped, she hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Miss Meng, you said that the monsters in the city only take the essence and not the soul, what's going on?"
"What 'what's going on'."
Meng Jiaqi took the rabbit from Ning Ning's hand, and the tears in his eyes gathered into two wobbly poached eggs: "I also want to ask you what's going on! After the essence is taken away, the body will be weak and limbs at most. Weakness, resting in bed for a few days will be fine, how can it be as serious as you say?"
Zheng Weiqi nodded and looked at Ning Ning very quickly.
"But... the residents of the nearby city were not just deprived of their essence."
He Zhizhou scratched his head, and some wondered: "Don't you know? Many people's souls have been taken away, and they have become living corpses that only attack blindly and do not understand communication and thinking. When we first met, this rabbit was not Are you imitating those people?"
For some reason, when they heard the word "soul", both Meng Jiaqi and Rabbit's expressions froze.
"The elders asked me to do that."
Qin Chuan huddled in Meng Jiaqi's arms, his two long furry ears swayed, and when he spoke, his three-flap mouth opened a small gap, and the tip of his nose moved: "They said there was a plague outside, and almost all the sick People are like that. As long as I act a little more aggressive and my eyes are a little dead, I can easily scare you."
Rabbit paused, and explained a little aggrievedly: "The elders forbid us to have contact with outsiders, let alone go to the city. We can only collect essence in the suburbs. So we don't know what the outside of Jialan City looks like."
Zheng Weiqi was stunned: "Elder?"
She thought about it for a while, and her tone finally became much calmer: "It seems that we have a lot of misunderstandings between each other, and we need to sort them out one by one. Can you two tell us what happened to the city of Garan a hundred years ago? "
The surroundings were extremely quiet and there was no wind.
Therefore, this short silence seemed particularly long, as if the entire city of Garan was embedded in a still ink painting, only the rippling water above the head showed that time was still flowing slowly.
Meng Jiaqi glanced at them timidly, and hugged the rabbit in his hand tightly: "You don't know, that absorbing souls is not the way of our monsters... Only the evil cultivators of the demon clan who take a slanted sword will improve their cultivation through soul refining. "
"magic?"
Zheng Weiqi frowned: "I heard that since the battle between the Immortals and Demons, all the demons have disappeared without a trace."
"The outside world may be like this, but our Garan City fell into the bottom of the lake before the battle between the fairy and the devil."
Meng Jiaqi seemed to be a little scared, and his thin lips trembled slightly: "If there is a magic cultivator trapped at the bottom of the lake with us... wouldn't we just avoid that battle?"
Everyone was shocked.
Ning Ning was the most surprised.
What is Meng Jiaqi saying? How can a magic cultivator suddenly pop up in the plot? This is completely different from the no-suspense monster-fighting upgrade in the original book!
It was the same last time when I met the demonized dragon's blood tree in the ancient wood forest. It was obvious that Pei Ji had encountered such a near-death situation, but the plot was not mentioned at all.
As for the magic cultivator who sank to the bottom of the lake with the city of Jialan in Meng Jiaqi's mouth—
It seems that as long as the "magic" is involved, the original work is skipped.
why is that
She felt dizzy at the thought, and Meng Jiaqi's voice continued to be heard in her ears: "Three hundred years ago, the demon race was at its peak. Among the demon cultivators, there were many powerful people, and seven of them were even more evil. Yes, not only is his temperament violent, but his cultivation methods are also weirder than each other - one of them is called 'Xuan Ye', and he devours human souls and demons and transforms them into his own spiritual power."
Ning Ning was even more confused.
Doesn't it mean that the demons are all dead? Where did this setting come from
"Xuan Ye has entered the stage of God Transformation, and the stronger his cultivation, the higher the requirements for his soul. In the past, he only needed to slaughter mortals endlessly. After entering the realm of God Transformation, the spiritual energy brought by ordinary people's souls has no effect. Different from a drop in the ocean, he focused his attention on other high-level monks, as well as... demon cultivators."
"Demon repair?"
He Zhizhou seemed to understand something: "Jialan City happens to be a place where demon cultivators live!"
Meng Jiaqi nodded: "That's right. Back then, Xuan Ye approached the young city lord and tried to use the position of the devil as a bargaining chip to persuade the young city lord to help him set up a soul-devouring formation, slaughtering all the residents of the city on the day of the murder, and forging a bloody soul with deep resentment. As a result, his cultivation base can travel thousands of miles in a day, and it is difficult to meet an opponent."
Zheng Weiqi said: "Since you collected the essence for the Young City Lord, he must have refused."
It was only now that Meng Jiaqi's mouth finally showed a very faint smile, which seemed tired, but also seemed to admire and be pleased: "Exactly. You all don't know, three hundred years ago, the demons were rampant, and the position of the devil was high. It is unattainable, countless people and demons are vying to snatch it, and it is rare for the young city master to reject him for the sake of Jialan City."
She paused for a while, and a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes: "Xuan Ye saw that his good words and persuasion would fail, so he thought of forcibly sieging the city. He is strong and powerful, and Jialan City has always focused on business and trade, and there are few masters in the city. , only the young city lord and a few elders still have the strength to fight."
Thinking of it this way, the destruction of Garan City was inevitable.
Zheng Weiqi pondered for a long time, then clenched her sword hilt and said angrily, "This is too arrogant! Could it be that none of the decent Xianmen can help?"
"At that time, everything was in dire straits, and Xianmen was already very busy. In addition, it only took Xuan Ye less than half an hour to attack the city, so how could anyone come to help."
Meng Jiaqi shook his head: "In order to defeat Jialan as soon as possible, Xuan Ye used the water dragon technique to attack the city aggressively.
She bit her lip subconsciously and took a deep breath: "The young city master is out of spiritual power, and the formation has suddenly broken. He used the only energy to build the barrier above his head, and the citizens of Garan were affected by the collision of two competing spiritual powers. , lost consciousness for a while; Xuan Ye was severely injured in the fight, and he should also be trapped in the bottom of the lake, and has disappeared so far."
This remark is like telling an extremely old story.
Ning Ning's heart moved after listening, and whispered: "So now the demon clan in the city is gradually awakening. In order to repay the kindness of the young city master, he obeyed the arrangement of the elders and went to collect essence for him."
She said and smiled: "Miss Meng, what kind of method did the elders ask you to collect Jing Yuan?"
Meng Jiaqi was still in the shadow of her and did not come out. Hearing this, he trembled slightly, and his pupils narrowed almost as a conditioned reflex.
"Use this."
She took out a blood-colored red rope from her pocket, and Zheng Weiqi, who was beside her, blurted out: "Lock the spirit rope! This is something that evil cultivators carry with them. How can those old antiques get it?"
"Isn't there another devil who slipped through the net?"
Ning Ning's eyes sank slightly, but her tone was still light with a smile: "There are actually two points in the story told by Miss Meng that are worth scrutinizing."
Pei Ji glanced at her and lowered her eyelashes lazily.
"One, since the young city lord has the strength to severely damage Xuan Ye, why did the defensive formation suddenly fail? It could only be that someone other than him made a mistake, and the young city lord knew that he could no longer support the formation. Fight hard and attack Xuan Ye with all your strength."
"Secondly, as a dignified devil, Xuan Ye must be fully prepared if he wants to attack the city, why would he come alone without any preparations? Since the helper is not by his side, it is only possible—"
Ning Ning raised her eyes and smiled, the dark pupils were like stars falling, and Meng Jiaqi was slightly stunned: "Hide in the city of Garan."
Meng Jiaqi's scalp felt numb, and the rabbit in his arms was even more dazed, his face full of disbelief.
"Since you heard the whole story from the elders, they have plenty of time to make up lies. It's not hard to see that the real storyline should be like this."
Ning Ning said: "Xuan Ye failed to induce the young city lord, so he put his idea on the elders. Miss Meng said before that when the demons were very prosperous back then, very few people would refuse the protection and gifts of the demon king. It's better for the demons to enjoy the glory and wealth than to work hard in a small town. No matter what the process is, they agreed."
The barrier exudes a faint cold light, like a huge piece of white jade, covering the entire city with a cool color that is no different from death.
Meng Jiaqi secretly clenched the skirt, and his heart was filled with emotion.
And Ning Ning continued to speak.
"Young city master would never have imagined that he gave up his future and even his life for this city, but all the elders he trusted most betrayed him. When the city gate formation is completed, they may gang up to attack it, or give up the formation at the same time— No matter what, he can quickly understand his situation, so he simply gave up the formation and bet his lifelong cultivation base to fight Xuan Ye to the death."
"So, the purpose of the elders to deceive the citizens of Jialan this time is not to wake up the young city lord, but..."
Zheng Weiqi took a breath of cold air, and her voice became louder involuntarily: "For Xuan Ye!"
He Zhizhou clicked his tongue and sighed: "Since the young city lord knows their dissent, he has become an enemy since then. How could those two or five boys help him wake up - thinking about it this way, he is really a bit miserable."
It's really miserable.
When he was awake, he tried his best to protect the lives of the demon clan in the city, but he was stabbed in the back by his own people; after falling asleep, he couldn't escape the fate of being misused and became a puppet on the bright side. In fact, all the benefits were given. An inexorable enemy.
The demons in the pitiful city were tricked around and went out to collect essence at the risk of being discovered by the monks of the right way, but they became accomplices in the murder and made wedding clothes for the enemy.
After Meng Jiaqi heard it, his face was as pale as paper, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
Seeing her like this, Zheng Weiqi softened her voice rarely, and whispered in a soothing tone: "Miss Meng, this matter is very important, why don't you take us to find the elder, and let me confront him. How? ?"
Bloodshot in Meng Jiaqi's eyes surged, a flash of scarlet hatred flashed, and he gritted his teeth and nodded.
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The people in the Xingji Pavilion where the elders are located are empty.
They were also affected by spiritual energy in the war that year, and the young city lord may have also killed them. Listening to Meng Jiaqi's description, the state was as weak as an old man with half a foot in the ground. That's why they set up a formation, trying to get rid of the Xuanxu faction group by undercover instead of solving it head-on.
Now, he must have gotten the news from nowhere, and after knowing that the lie was exposed, he fled here without hesitation.
The Xingji Pavilion retains the architectural style of hundreds of years ago. The wooden windows carved with dragon and phoenix patterns are illuminated in a light cinnabar red by the ever-bright lights. The gauze curtains are low and silent.
The white smoke rose up from the incense burner, like a woman's slender and boneless hands, brushing little by little over the window sill, the tent made of light gauze and silver silk, the fragrance was invisible and invisible, and spread to every part of the house together with the white air. corner.
Ning Ning had been running around for a long time, and it was hard to sit down and have a good rest. While looking at the surrounding buildings with little interest, she heard Zheng Weiqi ask, "Have they left Jialan City and fled to the shore?"
Meng Jiaqi shook his head: "The girl doesn't know something. It is easy to enter Garan City from outside the barrier, but if you want to go out after entering, you have to spend a lot of spiritual power. With their state, there should be no way to leave this place."
"So the place where the old men are most likely to go," He Zhizhou was interested, and the long sword around his waist made a humming sound, "It should be the lair of the devil - do we also have a chance to slaughter the devil?"
"I don't know where Xuan Ye is now. I will tell the truth about the awakened demon clan in the city, and ask them to find the traces of Xuan Ye and the elders."
Meng Jiaqi sighed, as if he had exhausted his life's strength today: "You might as well rest in the city for a while to heal your wounds."
Zheng Weiqi responded with a smile, looked through the window, stared straight at the shops lining the street, and took out the small notebook to record her inspiration.
Pei Ji frowned and played with the hilt of the sword, and seemed a little impatient, so she almost said: Why don't you fight
... It's just the two of you!
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So the group stopped in the city.
The monsters in Jialan City have been sleeping in the water for hundreds of years, and they seldom have contact with the outside world after waking up, so they are all too simple and honest, as if they have just passed through a children's cartoon.
Ning Ning was led by several enthusiastic little girls to choose new clothes, and then took a comfortable hot bath. After thinking about it, she always felt upset.
Since she came to this world, she has firmly believed that everything is in the book. She didn't expect that there was a big accident like He Zhizhou first, and now the plot has run out of bounds, running wildly on the road of collapse.
It really wasn't such a pleasant experience.
Now it seems that whether to continue to trust the original work and the system in the future... is also a big question.
Ning Ning was bored after taking a shower, and couldn't concentrate because of the tossing thoughts in her heart, so she gave up thinking and planned to go to the street to relax.
Everyone lived in the guest room of the City Lord's Mansion, and there was only a wall between them. As soon as she opened the door, she felt a gust of sword wind.
It was Pei Ji who was practicing the sword.
He changed into new clothes, still as black as the night. The young man had black clothes and black hair, but the sword light was as pure and white as snow. When it reflected on his angular profile, it illuminated the cold white skin.
There was no wind or sound around, only the white fluorescent light above the barrier fell, reminiscent of broken waves and floating flowers, pouring down like the moonlight, and cut off into scattered points by his sharp long sword.
Ning Ning thought seriously, maybe the reason why Pei Ji likes to wear black clothes is because the black color is so thick that it won't make his blood all over his body look very obvious.
Hearing the creaking sound of her door opening, Pei Ji stopped and turned around.
Ning Ning rarely had contact with Pei Ji alone.
There is always a transparent film between them, and they are polite but unfamiliar with each other.
Originally, she adhered to the self-cultivation of a vicious female supporting role, and has always distanced herself from the male protagonist, but now she has been slandered by the system a few times—
The original work itself has congenital deformities and acquired dysplasia, and there seems to be no reason to care about her.
She was about to speak, but she didn't expect Pei Ji to speak out first: "Senior sister."
Ning Ning smiled, with two shallow pear nests on her cheeks: "It's so late, are you still practicing swordsmanship?"
Pei Ji: "Well."
After saying this, I don't know what to do next.
When he was a child, he was kept in the cellar at home by his mother all day long, almost completely isolated from the outside world. Later, when he grew up and joined the Xuanxu faction, he was excluded due to the relationship of the demon blood, and there were very few people who were willing to approach him, let alone the so-called "making friends".
For Pei Ji, it's easier to beat monsters in a life of nine deaths than to chat.
He couldn't help but feel annoyed.
annoy him.
"Pei Xiaoji don't give up!"
Chengying screamed in his heart: "Come, come, I'll give you a trick! Just say that, that—Senior sister, let's compare swords!"
This is a sword that is single from the same mother's womb.
At this level, it is estimated that it will basically bid farewell to the order.
"Didn't you go to heal your wounds with Senior Sister Zheng?"
Ning Ning took a step towards him with a little curiosity, and caught a glimpse of the blood on Pei Ji's face and neck. She didn't know what to think, and frowned: "It's strange, why are you hurt every time I see you?"
- Obviously in the novel she read, Pei Ji, as the male protagonist, had a smooth journey, and she seldom even stumbled and stumbled. As a result, she has become a bloody man again and again, so miserable that she can't bear to look directly.
"Small injury, it's fine."
He answered without hesitation, and Chengying in his head sighed: "It's wrong, you should make a very uncomfortable appearance, so as to win some attention from her. If you are so stubborn, you should be alone for a lifetime."
It said more and more vigorously, laughing while saying: "Listen to me, you suddenly cover your chest and kneel on the ground, try to squeeze out a few tears, and then your voice must tremble slightly, and tell me pitifully. She: Senior Sister, it hurts silently. Hehehe! Ning Ning will definitely redden her eyes softly, and pick you up and bring you into the room, and then you will do some tricks, uh, uh, uh, heh heh!"
Pei Ji: …
"You were injured, did you never apply medicine?"
Ning Ning stood by the door and looked into the room, her fair face was dyed with a few strands of crimson by the candlelight, and the corner of her slightly raised mouth was like a spring water full of peach blossoms.
Then she turned her head again and pointed to the right side of her face: "You are bleeding here. I have some medicine in my room, do you want to use it?"
Chengying was completely mad, and the peak sword of the first generation was reduced to a mad and neurotic sword: "Use it! Quickly say you can if you want! If you refuse, Pei Ji, I will recite the Diamond Sutra and the Great Compassion Mantra for you every night, and every morning for You recite "The 365 Days of Sword Sovereign Me and Zhenxiao" affectionately!"
Pei Ji was so annoyed by its noise, just about to frown, when she saw the beautiful and soft smiling face of the little girl under the candlelight, her annoyance suddenly dissipated.
He couldn't tell what mood he was in at this moment. He pursed his lips in silence for a long time, and replied in a very small voice: "...Thank you, Senior Sister."
The layout of the guest rooms is roughly the same. When stepping into Ning Ning's room, Pei Ji smelled a faint scent of leaves.
Both of them took a bath, and they inevitably had the same breath from the city of Garan. This was a very strange feeling, as if the fragrance of the tree was connected to the fragrance of the tree, which completely eliminated the estrangement between the two.
The annoyance in Pei Ji's heart quietly dissipated, and she lowered her head and did not look around.
It is not advisable to look directly at a woman's boudoir, which he always understands.
"Sit down in the chair and don't move."
Ning Ning tapped his handkerchief lightly on his cheek, wiping away the blood that oozes from the wound after it opened again.
Her movements were careful, even if the force was very light, Pei Ji could still feel the gentle touch on the girl's round fingertips through the thin handkerchief.
His face was expressionless, but he was already holding his breath.
... She said that she came to take medicine, but she never said that it was she who applied the medicine for him.
"You were so fierce when you cheated on Meng Jiaqi before."
There was a smile in Ning Ning's tone: "If I were her, I would definitely be scared too."
Chengying hissed: "I told you a long time ago, be gentle!"
Pei Ji laughed at herself, her eyes darkened even more, and she replied casually, "Senior sister, I didn't deceive her."
His character was inherently bad, never likable.
Chengying: It's over.
It's over, it's over, it's over! Will this bastard chat? Really every sentence leads the topic to a dead end! You'd better answer "hmmm", please!
It was full of anxiety and looked at Ning Ning in despair.
Not only did the little girl not get angry, but she burst out laughing, her almond eyes curved into a small crescent shape: "Really? That's good."
Chengying fell silent.
While talking, Ning Ning dipped the ointment on his fingers and raised his eyes to look at the scratches on his face.
He seldom had such close contact with anyone. When the girl's soft fingertips fell on her cheeks, it reminded Pei Ji of the warm summer wind for no reason.
Ning Ning's fingers were warm and soft, and the ointment was cool and cool. When she was gently smearing it up and down, it caused a slight tingling, as if there was a tiny current flowing between the blood vessels.
… really weird.
Pei Ji's throat moved slightly, and she turned her eyes away from her.
He heard Ning Ning say: "Everyone's personality is different. If you are really like the mass-produced hero in Huaben, you are not so real. It's good now, with flesh and blood. Yes, it's cute."
This is her truth.
In the original book, he is like a tool man who punishes evildoers and fights against bosses. He doesn't see any joys, sorrows and joys in the whole book.
The current Pei Ji is a bit miserable, a little arrogant and petite, like a thorn, compared to the previous one, it's really cute.
Cheng Ying heard the words and was quiet for a while after a long absence.
When he spoke again, he brought the faint cry of the old lady when she married her daughter: "Pei Xiaoji."
Pei Ji made a "uh" in his heart.
"If I were you, I would fall in love with her at this moment. Who doesn't like Ningning?"
Chengying was miserable: "Do you know that I hate you like a stone."
Pei Ji ignored it.
Pei Ji's face was full of small wounds, but Ning Ning was satisfied after rubbing the medicine, and was about to babble a few words when he suddenly heard a chatter in the yard outside the house.
She looked out the window and saw Zheng Weiqi, who was walking at the front, and He Zhizhou, Meng Jiaqi, and Qin Chuan who were chatting.
When He Zhizhou saw her, he immediately grinned: "Are you two still talking at night? Come out, come out, there are a lot of interesting gadgets in Sister Zheng's storage bag!"
Ning Ning also smiled: "I know!"
After she said that, she got up and prepared to go out, and saw that Pei Ji was motionless, so she lowered her head and stopped.
The girl's blue silk was wet by the ever-bright light, and the candle flame climbed up on her white cheeks and dark pupils. Ning Ning hooked her fingers at him, and her voice was light like a cat: "Come on."
He was sitting in the dimly lit house, the reflections of the trees outside the window fell straight down, covering a thick layer of darkness.
And Ning Ning stood under the ever-bright lamp, as if gathering all the dim but bright bright colors in the world, and hooked him with a smile.
With an unprecedented dryness in her throat, Pei Ji blinked her eyes almost at a loss, and responded to her in a low voice: "Well."
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"This one is called flower-flavored chewing gum. It is completely different from the previous ones. It is non-toxic and harmless, and it can even be eaten. It is absolutely a must-have product for home travel. If you buy it, you will earn it."
Zheng Weiqi spoke eloquently, and said that the eyes of the two demon races lit up: "And this! Mithril hairpin. There is a poisonous needle hidden in the hairpin. Wearing it, you can be a charming evil girl with all kinds of styles. It can also be a femme fatale walking on the edge of darkness, how about it, are you excited!"
She couldn't stop talking, and was caught off guard when she heard Qin Chuan's strong middle-aged male voice: "What is this?"
Zheng Weiqi smiled and turned her head.
The smile suddenly solidified.
She had randomly stuffed them with a lot of things before, but now Qin Chuan turned left and right to look, and picked out a book with a goose-yellow cover.
On the cover is a string of big characters: "365 days of me and Jianzun Zhenxiao".
Qin Chuan had already opened it and started to read it.
It also used a very standard and childlike voice to read:
[Zhen Xiao struggles to the top, and the long dragon plunges into three inches. Yunjin retracts and releases freely, rushes forward and backward, moves left and right, like a gust of wind and rain, the jade core is unsteady, like rain and wind blowing away. ]
Ningning: ! ! !
Sister! What a book this is! ! !
Zheng Weiqi's scalp went numb and her skull rose to the sky, she hurriedly took a few steps forward and tried to grab the book from his hand.
However, Qin Chuan, a tall man, raised his hand lightly and lifted the book out of her reach.
"Miss Qi, what does this mean?"
He felt that these words were awkward and awkward, and he didn't know much about the characters of the human race, so he turned to another page with a little curiosity.
[Zhen Xiao exerts force, as if to rub her into his own blood. His proud self-control collapsed in front of this woman, and he whispered with scarlet eyes: "Are you willing to admit your mistake, eh? What do you owe me here to pay back? Huh?"]
Ning Ning was almost brainwashed by that "um".
This is not a romance novel male protagonist, he is a non-stop humming electric motor.
"It's over."
Meng Jiaqi was stiff and lowered his voice: "Qin Chuan was only a seven or eight-year-old child before he fell asleep, but he didn't expect to look like this when he woke up - he's still just a child, don't spoil him. !"
It turns out that this is the mirror version of Detective Conan, the body is getting old, but the mind is still the same.
- This is too bad! No wonder he always looks weird in his words and deeds!
Zheng Weiqi is worthy of being an expert in bringing goods, so she bravely explained: "This, this is practicing swords! Aren't we sword cultivators? Look at that 'long dragon', which is the sword name of Zhenxiao Jianzun."
Dangerous, Zhenxiao Sword Sovereign, dangerous.
That was because he knew that his beloved sword was called "Long Long", senior sister, you are gone!
"exactly!"
He Zhizhou said nonsense first-class: "These two people practiced swords in the wind and rain, and they cut off all the flowers. You see that 'forward and backward' is a sword move of the Xuanxu Sword School, called by name, called by name— "
Ning Ning took the opportunity to answer: "It's called 'Rain and Wind Blowing Swordsmanship'."
Qin Chuan nodded.
Turning the page again, he said aloud:
[Zhen Xiao is so angry that she pulls out a few long dark brown beards as thick as an arm from behind and binds her so that she can't move.
The long beards are one after another, and the roots penetrate into the flesh. The long dragon rolled in and out repeatedly, with pain and joy, and the sound of warblers beside him, and the nectar overflowed. ]
The place fell into an eerie silence.
Ning Ning was stunned, and quietly lit a stick of incense for Jianzun Zhenxiao in his heart.
- Help! Why even use props! And that "singing of warblers and overflowing of nectar"...
This author is no longer a level that can be described as "ghost talent", she is a ghost!
Zheng Weiqi tried her best to keep her expression in control, and explained softly: "This, it means that Jianzun Zhenxiao was possessed by an octopus, and his tentacles grew from behind him, and after tying the heroine up like this..."
hateful.
She really can't make it up!
"After tying up the heroine! Use the tentacles and the long sword to stab her belly!"
He Zhizhou hurriedly grabbed the white, increased the volume and said decisively: "Why do you say pain and joy go together? The pain is the pain of the heart, and the joy is to die in the hands of the one you love. Look at the sound of warblers in the back, it's actually a poor woman coming. A hallucination before death!"
Qin Chuan suddenly realized: "So it is!"
It is hard to imagine what the Sword Sovereign Zhenxiao looks like in his heart.
With tentacles as thick as children's arms, holding a sword called "Changlong", his favorite hobby is to stab his beloved woman with the sword.
Terror, the ultimate invincible terror.
After all, Qin Chuan was a child mentally. After a while, he threw the yellow-covered book aside and turned to look at the other objects in his arms.
Ning Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard Pei Ji whispering beside him: "Senior sister, why have I never heard of the rain and wind blowing swordsmanship?"
Ning Ning was stunned.
correct.
Pei Ji grew up with an abusive and addicted mother, and basically did not contact other people. The things she came into contact with every day were beatings and scoldings. Later, when he came to the Xuanxu Sect, no one would teach him about this—
Male lead, what's wrong with you male lead
What about your madness and icy coldness? How did you become a primary school chicken... No, an egg shell, ah man
He Zhizhou on the side looked at him in horror, like an alien who saw the world of Xianxia for friendly and peaceful exchanges.
Ning Ning endured the ever-increasing heat on his ears, and replied with a stern face: "Really? Maybe you started late and didn't have a chance to get in touch. In fact, it's not a powerful move, and it doesn't matter whether it will or not."
Pei Ji rarely takes the initiative to ask someone to talk to, but when she got a response, she felt a little more confident, and even her words contained a slight smile, and continued in a deep voice: "Then I will ask Master for advice after I go back. Fan. When you have learned something, come and learn from Senior Sister."
Zheng Weiqi's expression can no longer be described in the words of the world.
Ning Ning reluctantly pulled out a smile: "Yes, there is a fate... Let's discuss it again if you have a fate."