The cold light was awe-inspiring, along with the heavy coercion of the demon cultivator of the God Transformation Stage. Ning Ning was stunned by those eyes that suddenly opened, and when she noticed something was wrong, she couldn't dodge in time.
The lightsaber came and went without a trace, as fast as electricity, but it condensed and formed in a blink of an eye, pointing directly at the location of her chest—
Suddenly, the left arm was suddenly pulled, and Ning Ning's entire body fell to the side uncontrollably, and the lightsaber brushed past his shoulders.
The man was very powerful, and she didn't stand still in a trance, and threw herself directly into his arms. A fresh aroma of trees came to her face, which was exactly the same as the smell on her body.
Pei Ji's body froze obviously, and she released her arm immediately. When she spoke, Ning Ning could feel the vibration in his chest: "...I'm sorry."
Ning Ning took a step back and thanked him, and heard Meng Jiaqi, who was not far away, startled: "Young city master?"
After a short pause, I realized that something was wrong, and my voice suddenly rose: "No, you are not the young city owner... Who are you?"
"Can't you guess my identity?"
Xuan Ye sat up lazily, with a playful smile in his eyes, raised his right hand and pressed it against his ear, pulled it hard, and pulled off a human face: "I wanted to pretend for a while, but I didn't expect to be seen directly. It seems that you are not as smart as that little girl who is a sword repairer."
The human face was taken off, and the monarch who dominated the world hundreds of years ago finally showed his true face.
Xu Shi hadn't seen the sun for too long, and his complexion was almost eerily white, as if there were no blood vessels all over his body, shrouded in a layer of skin made of thin white paper. There are unruly and unruly expressions between the eyebrows, which makes people feel chills at a glance.
Qin Chuan froze instantly: "Then what about our young city lord? You are the one lying on the bed... Where did the young city lord go?"
Xuan Ye raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something extremely happy, he couldn't help but chuckle. While laughing, he took out an object from his arms and threw it on the ground without pity.
Meng Jiaqi and Qin Chuan glanced at each other, and their scalps could not help tingling.
It was a crystal clear green token with three big characters "City Lord's Order" written in ancient Garan script. This token cannot be faked, it should have appeared on Jiang Si, the real Lord of the Young City, but now it was thrown out by Xuan Ye—
"You said Jiang Si? He died a long time ago."
He rolled his eyes with laughter, and his blood-red pupils flashed with joy: "How long has the city of Jialan been sleeping? For more than three hundred years! You don't know, when I first found him, Jiang Si had become a lonely person. The skeleton, the clothes are rotten, only this brand is still there."
After speaking, he couldn't help but sigh: "Poor, pitiful! All the elders who were full of trust betrayed, and the clansmen could not escape the fate of being surrounded and suppressed by me. You said, what did Jiang Si finally get in exchange for his life?"
Meng Jiaqi gritted his teeth: "You bastard!"
"You are Elder Meng's daughter, right? He once told me about you."
Unexpectedly, Xuan Ye smiled instead of being angry, and his tone contained a hint of brilliance: "I heard that you have a stubborn personality and never listened to him, and now it seems to be true - he said that evil girls are useless, I can do whatever I want, it’s really a filial piety to a father and a daughter, and a father and daughter have a deep love.”
Meng Jiaqi clenched his fist secretly, and a trace of blood was bitten from his lips.
"I can't let Xuanxu Sword Sect know about my affairs."
The man got off the bed with bare feet, his black hair like a waterfall swaying from side to side with his movements, and the sneer at the corner of his lips became more and more obvious: "Jindan period sword cultivator... Soul taste should be good."
The words fell, and the magic appeared.
The pure black aura that was as thick as a solid condensed, like a frenzy, filling the entire house in an instant. The strong sense of oppression is invisible and invisible, as if the air has been reduced to a sticky gel, making people breathless.
"His current strength should be in Yuanying Mahayana."
Zheng Weiqi, the only Nascent Soul cultivator among the group, said in a low voice, "Leave this room quickly!"
Xuan Ye smiled lightly when he heard the words.
Demonic energy overflowed, as if it was wrapped in something that could break free at any time, it kept expanding and shaking violently, and it would suddenly burst open in the next moment.
And that's exactly what happened.
The turbulent Kuroshio burst instantly under the blessing of spiritual power, and the intertwined demonic energy seemed to gather thousands of strengths, and every strand contained endless murderous aura, as if thousands of sharp swords came from the sky and covered the earth, rushing to everyone at once. .
The house could not withstand such pressure, and cracks appeared on the wooden pillars and white walls, and finally collapsed with a click.
Above the head is the wall that fell madly, and beside him is the murderous demonic energy.
Zheng Weiqi protected Qin Chuan and Meng Jiaqi for the first time, pulled out her sword and barely smashed the oncoming demonic energy, and protected the two demon clans with low cultivation levels from dying in vain; Pei Ji cut down a wooden beam that fell from the sky, For some reason, he frowned slightly and whispered to Ning Ning, "I'll cover you, go."
"I don't want to cover."
Ning Ning pulled out the star-marked sword and paused very briefly: "Let's go together."
After she finished speaking, she noticed that Pei Ji's face was unusually white, and asked softly, "What's the matter with you?"
"Damn it!"
He Zhizhou, who was on the side, used the thunder method to enter the sword, and the tip of the sword pierced into the demonic energy, causing a crackling sound and electric light.
The swords and exercises he bought with all his fortune finally came into play at this moment, and he shouted while swinging his sword: "I have heard that the sudden explosion of demonic energy that is too pure will resonate with the surrounding demons - doesn't Pei Ji also have the bloodline of demons? ? Must be the conflict between the demonic energy in the body and the sword energy."
Pei Ji's face turned paler, avoiding Ning Ning's gaze: "I'm fine."
The world of immortals is strictly graded, and there is still a big gap between the three of them and Xuan Ye. The overwhelming demonic energy screamed and attacked, as if woven into a dense net, making people nowhere to escape.
Pei Ji's situation is getting worse and worse, but she is still clenching her teeth and supporting, not showing her emotions at all;
Fortunately, Ning Ning's swordsmanship is fast and agile, and the star-marked sword is brilliantly white, drawing out a bit of sword energy that is as bright as a galaxy, as fine as a gust of wind and rain, and slashes on the menacing big net.
The demonic energy was dense and the offensive was ferocious. Before everyone had time to cut them off one by one, several bloodstains were slashed on their bodies more or less. When they finally escaped from the house, they heard a loud bang.
Half of the wall was overwhelmed and collapsed suddenly, and Xuan Ye calmly stood up straight, rose from the gap, and his toes just stood on the convex corner at the top of the eaves.
The robe was floating, and the evil wind filled the body, and the corner of the clothes was blown up by you, revealing the magical energy lingering around the ankles, clinging to it like a long snake.
Zheng Weiqi suffered serious injuries in order to protect the two demon clans with no power to bind chickens. Today, the men's white clothes are dyed with blood and red plums, showing a cruel and bloodthirsty beauty.
But after all, she is a well-deserved senior sister of the Sword Sect. She immediately gritted her teeth and held the sword, stood up, and jumped to the top of the eaves. The sword shadows split into white lights, surrounding her whole body.
Then the sword shadow made a buzzing sound at the same time, and they attacked the demon cultivator not far away. The sword qi became wind, and the sword whistled like a dragon.
This is the true inheritance of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, Wan Jian Jue.
The Wanjian Jue is extremely difficult, and is often used by the God Transformation Stage. Xuan Ye never expected a little girl to be able to perform such a move. She was forced to take a few steps back by Dao Dao Jianguang, and after scolding her secretly, she urged her demonic energy to protect her body, but she was still stabbed out of Dao Dao's long marks.
He didn't dare to take it lightly, and fought against Zheng Weiqi for a while. The latter's cultivation base and experience were not as good as him, and after a long while, he was defeated; Xuan Ye was also injured and coughed out a mouthful of dark blood.
"The third level of Yuanying, you dare to fight with me?"
The man's eyes darkened even more, and he sneered: "A few remaining Jindan stage children, do you do it yourself, or should I do it?"
Although he said so, he didn't give him a chance to choose. After a moment, he leaned over and jumped off the roof and walked straight to Ning Ning.
He never liked women who were too smart.
Especially, the woman who saw through his tricks.
"How about making you an appetizer?"
During the young man's conversation, the demonic energy in his body was stimulated, and Ning Ning was about to draw his sword, when he was caught off guard when he saw another sword standing in front of him.
It turned out to be Pei Ji.
The demonic energy in his body was rampant, and it was obviously difficult to contain it. Even though his fingertips were trembling in pain, he still stood in front of her expressionlessly, and his voice was cold: "Don't touch her."
"you?"
Xuan Ye looked at him and smiled disdainfully: "You actually have demonic energy in your body... Sword energy and demonic energy are fighting in your body. I'm afraid you can't protect yourself at this moment? Why, you still want to be a hero?"
Pei Ji didn't answer, swung his sword and chopped down.
His sword qi was as cold as his own, as if it was wrapped in a thin layer of ice and snow.
Quick and ruthless, he used all the strength in his body, leaving no time for his opponent to breathe.
Pei Ji's attack became more and more fierce.
This is not a level that ordinary Jindan stage cultivators can reach. Xuan Ye finally restrained his smile and transformed into a pitch-black sword with his demonic energy.
The two swords collided, and the two figures were so fast that they could hardly be seen clearly. Two sword lights, one white and one black, collided suddenly. There were no extra skills, only the instinct and killing intent that had been cultivated in the killing.
In this situation, rushing to help would only do the opposite, Ning Ning frowned, his heart beating wildly.
Pei Ji was fighting against him with almost his entire life, the black clothes were swallowed up by the night, and a few drops of blood fell to the ground while cruising.
His face was paler than Xuan Ye's, and there seemed to be a ferocious giant beast lurking in his thin and slender body, and the ferociousness was firmly imprinted in his bones.
A trace of shadow-like black mist entangled up and climbed up the young man's ankles, back and neck in turn. He must be in severe pain, and his back often trembled uncontrollably. But it was this deep pain that gave birth to the endless fighting spirit, so that he would not be distracted.
Xuan Ye was already very weak, and Zheng Weiqi had consumed a lot of strength before. After a fight, he gradually became powerless. But the opponent was as fierce as a wild dog, not giving him the slightest chance to breathe.
... This kid must be crazy!
According to his style of play, it is tantamount to squandering his life a little bit, using his life as a bargaining chip to press him step by step.
madman!
Xuan Ye secretly urged the little remaining spiritual power, and tried his best to attack Pei Ji. There is no way that the opponent can dodge this blow, nor can ordinary sword qi pierce it. At that time, this kid will have no choice but to be stabbed in the stomach.
He secretly revealed an inevitable smile, but in the next instant, his expression suddenly froze.
The young man in front of him was almost completely enveloped by demonic energy, his eyes were as dark as an abyss, cloudy due to pain, and covered with terrifying bloodshots. Due to the exhaustion of strength, a layer of dead color silently covered the entire cheek, and it seemed that he might be exhausted and die at any time.
Above his long sword, the snow-white sword light was entwined with the surging demonic energy, like the stars and the moon intertwined, breaking the layers of demonic energy in an instant—
In the blink of an eye, it pierced straight into his lower abdomen!
how come
An unbearable stinging pain came from his abdomen, Xuan Ye stared at the young man's eyes in astonishment.
This lunatic! Actually, the magic energy and the righteous sword intent are integrated into the sword! Isn't he worried about going into the devil and going against the flow of spiritual energy!
Even if he is an evil cultivator who does not take the usual path, he still subconsciously wants to ask: What kind of evil way is this? !
Xuan Ye lowered his head in disbelief, his facial features twisted into a ball because of the pain.
Pei Ji finally couldn't bear the pain from the overflowing demonic energy, and half kneeled on the ground, barely supporting her body with her palms.
"Pei Ji!"
Ning Ning's heart was about to rise to his throat, and when he saw this, he hurried to him. No different from the previous few times, this time he became a blood man again.
... Only this time, Pei Ji was trying to protect her.
"Do you think this is the end?"
Xuan Ye sneered sternly, and took a long breath from the pain, but a hint of color flashed in his eyes: "Of course I can't rush here alone, and in a place that you don't expect, there is a secret set up... Do you want to see it? ?"
He laughed and laughed, not knowing who he was talking to, and shouted: "Come out!"
As the voice fell, five figures walked out of the courtyard at the same time, all white and white, all of them were old men with cloudy eyes, elegant and quiet.
Meng Jiaqi didn't know whether to be angry or afraid, and trembled: "This is... the five elders."
One of them glanced at her, his eyes raised his chin lightly, and his eyes were full of indifference and contempt. It was Meng Jiaqi's biological father, Meng Qing.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Meng Jiaqi was kept in the dark for so long, and when he saw him, he couldn't help but redden his eyes: "Dad, why did you kill the young city lord?"
Meng Qing ignored her, but another elder beside her replied slowly: "Following the devil, we can protect our prosperity and wealth for a lifetime, a good time, don't be obsessed."
It was them who were obsessed!
These elders couldn't leave the bottom of the lake, so they didn't know that there was a battle between the fairy and the devil in the outside world. Now that the devils have disappeared, where did the glory and wealth come from.
"To achieve soul refining and reshape the sea of consciousness, I still need three human souls. I originally planned to kill all of you before taking souls, but now it seems..."
Xuan Ye licked the corners of his lips: "This kid is very strong, he only needs one person - I'm going to break this city today!"
In order to achieve soul-taking, it must be when the subject has just died or is extremely weak.
Pei Ji was hurt so badly, it must be difficult to resist; after the five-party soul-sweeping formation controlled by the elders was set up, it only took a short moment to obtain the soul, and others had no time to stop it.
When he absorbs the spiritual power of that kid, plus the countless human souls and monsters he absorbed before, he can not only leave this ghost place, but also continue to dominate the situation and become a demon lord happily.
The five answered "yes" in unison, and the Soul Destroyer Array moved in response, and a few smears of blood rose into the air—
But somehow, suddenly and at the same time, it fell heavily and turned into a soft blood curse at the foot.
There is no imaginary deterrence of the soul, and there is no expected bloody sky. The spell has not been started before the end is announced, and everything seems to have never happened.
The four pairs of eyes were full of disbelief and looked in one direction at the same time.
Someone shouted in a trembling voice: "What are you doing... Meng Qing!"
The old man standing in the center of the formation stood alone, and for the first time a clear bright color appeared in his turbid eyes. He didn't chant or drive the formation, but smiled faintly at them.
Then one foot stepped on the blood mark on the ground, and with a slight movement, it was smeared into a mass of blood that could not be seen clearly.
When the formation was activated, someone stopped the formation in the middle, resulting in the entire game falling short, and the whole game was lost.
It was exactly the same as the scene on the city gate three hundred years ago.
Like a long-planned revenge.
Xuan Ye knew something was wrong, and clenched the scar that Pei Ji had stabbed.
"Want to destroy the city?"
An unfamiliar male voice sounded out of nowhere, as cold as the cold winter wind, with a slight sneer, breaking the deadlock suddenly: "My city, you still can't move."
Meng Jiaqi opened his eyes wide in amazement when he heard the words, followed the source of the voice, and murmured involuntarily in his throat: "Young... young city master?"
Ning Ning stayed by Pei Ji's side and raised her head with difficulty.
From the shadow of the trees deep in the path, a tall figure slowly walked out.
The man was wearing a jet-black robe embroidered with dark gold lines, as if blending in with the surrounding night. When the bright lights gradually illuminated his cheeks, the first thing that caught her sight was the rich red marks at the end of the young man's eyes.
This is the unique imprint of the Phoenix family.
The real Jiang Si looks no different from Xuan Ye's fake face before, but his temperament is quite different.
Different from the evil spirit and murderous aura shrouded in the demon cultivator's body, the famous young city lord of Jialan City stood like a jade tree, and his indifferent eyebrows did not show much joy and anger, only a pair of deep and narrow phoenix eyes lurked a powerful spirit like broken bamboo. , breaking through the layers of twilight in an instant.
"Jiang Si..."
Xuan Ye was startled, and then he laughed: "I thought you were dead without a burial place, but you turned into a tortoise and hid it! Why, that Meng Qing is actually with you? How did you convince him to join the team? of?"
Jiang Si gave him a very shallow smile, and he couldn't hear the ups and downs in his tone: "Where did the 'persuasion' come from, from the beginning, Uncle Meng was my person."
Xuan Ye's smile finally stopped slightly, and the laughter finally stopped.
"From the beginning?"
He squeezed these words out of his throat, and the anger in his eyes became more intense.
If Meng Qing had never been turned against by him, it would mean that Jiang Si knew that he would be betrayed by the other elders at the gate of the city three hundred years ago.
That is to say, he was probably ready to die with them long ago.
A thought came to mind, making Xuan Ye uncontrollably furious.
It stands to reason that Jiang Si lost much more spiritual power than him, and even if he didn't die, he would never wake up before him.
Ever since he woke up, he had been trying his best to find Jiang Si's body, and finally found his white skeleton in a corner, so he took it for granted that the man had fallen into the hard battle a hundred years ago.
But if Jiang Si had anticipated everything, including the betrayal of the elders, the fall of Jialan, and even everyone lost consciousness and fell asleep after being hit—
Then can he also prepare in advance and entrust others to hide him in a safe place after sleeping, waiting for the time to wake up
Xuan Ye wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his back began to tremble unconsciously: "Could it be that you—"
Jiang Si didn't have the patience to listen to him, and pursed his lips coldly: "You finally understand."
Not everyone will give up benevolence and righteousness for glory and wealth.
Back then, Meng Qing pretended to agree to Xuan Ye, turned around and told Jiang Si about the matter, and after a moment of deliberation, he suggested: "Young city lord, the visitor is not good, and we may be difficult to deal with. I wonder if we can ask Xianmen and the noble family for help and help us. "
Jiang Si shook his head: "Xuan Ye acted decisively. Now that he has attracted all the elders, he will definitely attack the city immediately. It will be too late to ask for help from outsiders."
After a pause, he said again, "It's better that we just plan on it. Although we can't beat him, we can fight to the death and the net is broken."
Meng Qing was horrified: "Young city master...!"
"When the city gate is deployed, I will not concentrate my spiritual energy on the formation, but will blindly attack Xuan Ye. He acts recklessly. Once he believes that I am concentrating on the formation, he will not put more defenses on himself, just take advantage of it. If he is not prepared, he can be caught off guard.”
The young man sat in front of the desk and gently closed the ancient book in his hand: "As for the city of Jialan, I will use up all the remaining spiritual power and set up a huge barrier in the city to resist the flood. Under the collision of force, the consciousness of the people in the city will inevitably be impacted, thus losing consciousness and falling into a coma for a long time - this is the opportunity for our second step plan."
Meng Qing was thoughtful and listened to Jiang Si continue: "I have very little spiritual power left, and the sleep time will definitely be much longer than Xuan Ye. In order not to let him get rid of me as soon as he wakes up, Uncle Meng, I will Need your help."
"Affected by the spiritual power of the spirit transformation period, the period of sleepiness can range from decades to hundreds of years - but if you take Gu Shendan in advance, you can delay the shock to a large extent."
Jiang Si said that he took out a jade token and handed it to Meng Qing: "This is the order of the city master. Uncle Meng, I am in a deep sleep because of my spiritual damage. The solidification pill is useless to me. You take it before the war. Take it, hide me in the dark room under the city lord's mansion after waking up, and find a skeleton that is the same size as me... and put the city lord's order on it."
After he said that, he sighed: "It's just that you suffered, and you have to be a traitor that everyone hates for a while."
This is Jiang Si's situation.
According to the plan, Xuan Ye used the plan of alienating the generals and trapped them in the cage created by the flood. One more move, Jin Chan escapes from the shell, fakes his death to escape, waits for his strength to recover, and then waits for the opportunity to find a way to get rid of him.
"You, you!"
Xuan Ye's face turned blue and white for a while, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at Meng Qing grimly: "You lied to me! Liar!"
He was still aggrieved. The white-haired old man nodded politely: "Monarch, isn't it you who taught us to lie first?"
When the soul capture array was broken, Xuan Ye's last glimmer of hope also came to an end, not to mention that he also met his undead rival and found out that he had been deceived for three hundred years.
It was a double blow both physically and mentally. He successfully turned him into a musical fountain. While shouting, he spewed out the black blood of a goddess scattered flowers from his mouth: "Wait, wait! Jiang Si, as long as you promise. If you don't kill me, I will give you the position of the devil!"
Ning Ning wiped off the blood stains on Pei Ji's face with a handkerchief, looked up at him with a half-smile, and said, "Uncle, times have changed. Don't you know that since the battle between the immortals and the demons, the demons have been slaughtered to nothing. Yet?"
Xuan Ye's face turned from white to blue.
I heard her continue: "If you go out now, there are only two outcomes. One is to be stabbed into a sieve, and the other is to be arrested for an exhibition. The theme of the exhibition is 'The Last Demon Race'."
Xuan Ye's face turned from blue to colorful black.
Jiang Si's expression was indifferent, a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he used a tone that couldn't be ignored: "Apologize to the people in Jialan City."
"Apologize?"
The depleted magic cultivator snorted, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Go dream!"
The moment the words fell, the blood red in Xuan Ye's pupils suddenly increased, turning into two red blood beads.
Jiang Si frowned slightly and raised his voice: "Everyone, get down!"
Xuan Ye's laughter echoed in his ears, and was suddenly cut off by a deafening bang.
The rich magical energy is no different from the bombs of the 21st century. The moment it exploded, layers of heat waves were set off, rushing through with extreme strength.
Ning Ning protected her body with sword energy and embraced Pei Ji's head in her arms. His body was as stiff as a sculpture, and he didn't move from beginning to end, even breathing lightly.
Jiang Si saw Zheng Weiqi who was seriously injured and fell to the ground at a glance, and without hesitation, he protected her under him: "Brother, be careful!"
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Knowing that he was powerless to resist, Xuan Ye exploded his body and died in a rage full of rage, and the demonic energy he released lingered endlessly.
After a while, Jiang Si barely held up the body that was pushed to Zheng Weiqi's side by the air wave, and looked at her.
The fog is heavy, the shadows are floating, the hero saves the beauty, and the end is a romantic and affectionate scenery.
With two pairs of eyes close at hand, Jiang Si felt that in his life, he had never seen such a curious person.
The handsome young man was silent for a moment, lightly opened his thin lips, and exhausted all the seriousness in his life: "Brother, why are your chest muscles so exaggerated?"
Zheng Weiqi's expression paused.
Then he said coldly: "Really?"
He heard the voice and realized that it was a girl in men's clothes.
"woman?"
Jiang Si frowned, and at the end, there was a low smile from the corner of his lips: "Interesting. You just used Yuan Ying Xiu to use the Mysterious Sword Sect's Wanjian Art, which successfully caught my attention. In the lower Jialan city Jiangsi, a woman, Who is your name?"
Zheng Weiqi was expressionless.
Ning Ning took Pei Ji to the hospital for treatment, while the citizens of Jialan who came to hear the wind sent all the elders to the trial hall.
He Zhizhou tried his best to play the role of a gossip master who happily eats melons. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
Finally came the plot of the flower before the moon.
- But this style doesn't seem right! Why did the young city lord pop out such inexplicable lines!
It's like everyone around is seriously acting in the fairy tale drama, but suddenly a guy who just came out of the love film of the boss came, and started to read the script of Tuga in a serious way.
As for the elder sister of the Ningning family—
The elder sister's expression was not quite right.
He remembered that Ning Ning had said that Zheng Weiqi had learned a lot of swear words when she practiced down the mountain. She was an out-and-out little genius in Zu'an, but she was cursed by her master Tian Xianzi, so she reluctantly restrained herself.
As for now, it seems, probably, maybe not quite able to hold back.
Zheng Weiqi Zuan's energy accumulation: 30%.
"Why didn't you answer me? Huh?"
Jiang Si's face was gloomy, and he seemed to understand something: "Want to play hard to get me to fall in love with you? This trick is useless to me, I advise you to take it easy. I will not fall in love with any woman."
He Zhizhou lowered his head in embarrassment, his toes snapping at the soles of his shoes.
Help! Is that the famous young genius of the city of Garan, such a character when he gets along with women
A narcissist who is possessed by the hero of Gu Zaoba Zongwen? No, no, no
Meng Jiaqi, who was on the side, blushed, and kept chattering in his ear: "The young city master is so charming and manly! How can there be someone like him who exudes a stern and melancholy masculinity all the time? ?"
He Zhizhou: …
Are your demons three hundred years ago so fresh and refined in aesthetics
Maybe three hundred years ago, this kind of personality was indeed a pretty good trend, and it could attract thousands of girls to shout for personality. But speaking again here and now—
It is equivalent to 2050. The first sentence of the meeting is: "I'm down! You also surf the Internet? Hoho, are you GG or MM in Phuket?"
Zheng Weiqi Zuan's energy accumulation: 70%.
Seeing that Jiang Si couldn't get a response for a long time, maybe it was to save some face, and he insisted: "Don't be sentimental, I'm just interested in your swordsmanship. Women, everyone has the heart of cherishing talents, except for Love, I can give you anything."
Zheng Weiqi: "Oh."
Zheng Weiqi pushed him to the ground, and before Jiang Si could react, she lay upright on the ground with her knees on her chest, unable to move: "Did you get your attention with just one use of Wanjian? I twisted my head and kicked it so that it was shoulder to shoulder with the sun. I promise you will never forget me forever. Can you give me anything but love? Hurry up with a million spiritual stones! And your salary for the next eight hundred years. Hard-earned money, bring it, bring it all to me!"
After a pause, he took a deep breath: "How dare you just think about your small arms and calves here? You are a narcissist, a rare species, and the extent of your brain problems is comparable to a wrongful case. Thinking of using your face as a city wall? Even if a cannon slams his mother, it won't be able to hit her for the rest of her life."
Her words made Jiang Si speechless, and Zheng Weiqi's face turned pale before her small mouth was full of scolding.
According to the forbidden spell that Tian Xianzi gave her, as long as she opened her mouth to curse, she would involuntarily do the things she didn't want to do at this moment.
And the thing she most rejects right now is—
Zheng Weiqi's expression was as if she had just eaten a fly, and Jiang Si's chin was lifted up like a dead face, her tone softened a lot, and it all turned into an extremely ambiguous sigh: "Man, you are really a rubbish little goblin."
What is despair.
This is the deepest despair.
He Zhizhou: …
Help! Senior sister has become a domineering president!
All her actions were beyond Jiang Si's expectations. The latter was imprisoned by his chin and couldn't move. After a moment of hesitation, he pretended to be tough and said, "What is this? Woman, do you know that you are playing with fire."
Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi's tone was extremely strong, and she could be called the possession of the tyrant - if you ignore her expression of disgust, wishing to be reincarnated immediately.
"Reject me? If you tried to provoke me, then you succeeded. But don't forget... The fire you lit, it's up to you to put out."
horrible.
These two people actually talk back and forth, meet opponents, and spit out their mouths. They are half of the classic models of contemporary Ba Zong literature. It is worthy of you. Jiang Si's tone became weaker: "Don't forget your identity! How can you be so, so overstepping!"
"Oh?"
Zheng Weiqi gave up resistance and stopped trying to manage facial expressions, with a wicked smile on her face: "I'm afraid you say no, but your body is very honest. What about overstepping, only I can bully you in the future, do you know?"
What an unprecedented and extremely greasy line.
What is it to defeat magic with magic and defeat greasy with greasy.
Jiang Si was shocked.
How could there be a woman more sinister and maddening than him in this world, who made him speechless with just a few words!
In front of her, the tyrannical aura that was once indomitable seemed so vulnerable, and she became a little king who only obeyed.
For some reason, he was a little scared.
How he wanted to say, woman, don't challenge my limits.
The words came to my mouth, but it became a sentence: "It's not what you think, listen to my explanation! I didn't—cough!"
Two-level inversion.
Jiang Si's injuries have not healed, and his body's spiritual energy is weak. Dizziness and coughing are very common symptoms.
Zheng Weiqi heard the suppressed voice, and immediately frowned, her expression was as fierce as a hell Shura: "Where is the doctor! Where is the doctor! If I can't cure him, I will bury the whole city of Garan with me!"
How domineering, how arrogant.
Punching "woman you are playing with fire", kicking "you are just a plaything".
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Si understood that he was defeated.
Completely defeated, there is no suspense in defeat.
With a middle-aged face, Qin Chuan probed his brain, full of curiosity: "Brother and sister, what are they doing? Why is Sister Zheng lying on the lord of the young city?"
He Zhizhou was silent for a moment.
Then, adhering to the principle of caring for the healthy growth of the motherland's flowers, he answered very seriously: "They are practicing that... that little jumping frog. Have you seen the toad? It's not too much of a move."