The sharp bi'sh0u was shining with a cold light, and the silvery moonlight was leaking all over the ground. Yu Zhengzheng's fingers were tightly gripping the handle of the knife, and her fingertips turned slightly white due to excessive force.
The bi'sh0u was hanging above An Ning's head. As long as he could get in front of An Ning and stab her hard in the heart, everything would be over.
But Yu Zhengzheng's back was stiff and she stopped moving.
The moonlight shone on the sharp eyebrows, reflecting the slightly raised corners of An Ning's lips.
No, that's not right, it all went too smoothly.
From the fact that Xiao Yuqing took the initiative to expose his arm as proof, we can tell that he is not a simple-minded person.
Ever since she came out of her peaceful dream, she had been acting cautiously, and she had never revealed any clues until the incident of changing clothes behind the screen.
She clearly saw Xiao Yuqing walk into the screen, so why did the person behind the screen turn into the Ghost King when she went to peek
Originally, she thought it was just an accident, but if she thought about it from another perspective, maybe Xiao Yuqing guessed that she knew that An Ning was a puppet, so he came out after entering the screen and moved to another screen
Yu Zhengzheng frowned. If Xiao Yuqing was really a puppeteer, he would certainly know what a devastating disaster his blood would be for An Ning.
But even though he knew that she suspected him, he remained indifferent to her taking his blood and did not even show a trace of doubt.
Isn't this behavior itself very unusual for him who is so cautious
But if Xiao Yuqing deliberately let her take his blood so that she could stab An Ning smoothly, then his behavior would become logical.
The more Yu Zhengzheng thought about it, the colder she felt down her spine. She was only concerned with getting rid of An Ning as quickly as possible, but she never thought about the consequences this incident would bring to her.
If An Ning couldn't be killed with Xiao Yuqing's blood, then if she stabbed An Ning, and An Ning cried to Xiang Fengyi, Xiang Feng would probably kill her on the spot.
Even if Xiang Feng didn't dare to attack her today due to the presence of the Ghost King, what about the days to come
It is impossible for her to be attached to the Ghost King all the time. There will be a time when she is out of the Ghost King's sight.
And as for Shanshui, she wondered why An Ning told Shanshui that she wanted to go to the bathroom. An Ning was absolutely sure that she would protect Shanshui and would not let Shanshui accompany An Ning to the woods to go to the bathroom alone.
This would give her the opportunity to take action without making her suspect An Ning's sudden motive for wanting to relieve herself, and she could even involve Shanshui.
Killing three birds with one stone, she is truly a high-level green tea.
When she takes action, An Ning will drag Shanshui into it and falsely accuse him of being her accomplice.
By then, how will Xiang Feng treat mountains and rivers
Yu Zhengzheng's arms trembled twice, and the palms that were tightly clenched around the bi'sh0u felt sticky and wet. She loosened her slightly moist fingertips, gritted her teeth and slowly let go of the bi'sh0u.
She felt somewhat relieved that she had not yet told Shanshui that An Ning was a puppet. Otherwise, with Shanshui's straightforward personality, he would probably suffer a loss because of this matter.
"Why did it stop?"
An Ning turned sideways, a sinister smile appeared on her pale lips: "Don't you want to kill me?"
Her voice was not loud, just loud enough to attract Shanshui's attention.
Shanshui didn’t know what happened in the grass. She was afraid that something might have happened to Yu Zhengzheng, so she quickly turned around and walked towards the two of them.
An Ning stared at Shan Shui and said, "You came at the right time. Help her hold me down. Otherwise, she may not be able to kill me by herself."
Shanshui was completely confused. What nonsense was An Ning talking about
Seeing Shanshui's ignorant expression, An Ning raised her eyebrows slowly: "It seems that she hasn't told you the truth yet."
"You should know Xue Xi. She is the woman your master has been thinking about for thousands of years."
She made no secret of her identity, with a sarcastic smile on her lips: "I am a puppet, a high-level puppet made from Xue Xi's body."
After An Ning said this, she inexplicably released a kind of almost perverted sense of pleasure in her heart. She knew that she would soon be able to appreciate Shanshui's painful and distorted expression.
Xiang Feng mistook her for Xue Xi and was fooled by her all day long. Even his closest disciple doubted and ignored her. In the end, she was actually a fake.
If Shanshui knew the truth, he would definitely be mad at her, right
Hearing the name 'Xue Xi', Shanshui was stunned for a moment.
It took her a while to remember that her master seemed to often call out this name when he talked in his sleep.
But she thought at the time that it was just the name of a food, like milk jelly, cloud cake and dragon's beard.
It turns out that Xuexi is a person's name.
Shanshui looked at An Ning's face carefully, and finally understood why he always felt that An Ning looked familiar.
When she was first brought back to the bedroom by her master, there was a portrait of a beautiful woman hanging next to her master's bed. However, because it was so long ago, she could no longer remember what the woman in the portrait looked like.
Now that I think about it, that woman should be Xue Xi.
An Ning frowned and looked at Shan Shui's reaction, her smile frozen on her lips: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Shanshui thought for a moment and commented, "You are not suitable to wear red clothes. You look like a female ghost."
These words were spoken sincerely. Xue Xi in the portrait was wearing a white dress. She looked like a fairy who had accidentally fallen into the human world. She was incredibly beautiful.
With the same body, An Ning seems much inferior.
An Ning's back stiffened.
The point is whether she is suitable to wear red clothes
Shouldn't Shanshui focus on the fact that she is a puppet
Her facial muscles twitched twice, and her expression looked a little ugly: "Do you know why I approached Xiang Feng?"
After hearing An Ning's words, Shan Shui finally reacted. She looked at An Ning in a daze: "You said you like my master."
Shanshui heard this accidentally. After she had accompanied Immortal Lord Hengwu for a while and was about to go back, she happened to run into An Ning and her master.
At that time, An Ning held her master's hand, leaned her head on his arm, and said with deep affection: Brother Xiang Feng, I like you so much.
Shanshui didn't quite understand what "like" meant, but he vaguely knew that the blacksmith on Guixu Mountain and A'man, the wonton seller, liked each other. Later they got married and gave birth to a baby the following year.
She once asked Ah Man about this question, and Ah Man told her happily that liking someone means wanting to sleep with that man, while loving him means wanting to sleep with that man for the rest of his life.
If this is the case, then she feels that she and the master are very much in love, because she wants to sleep with the master for the rest of her life, and the master probably thinks the same way.
But ever since An Ning appeared, the master started sleeping separately from her, and all he had eyes for was An Ning.
After a few days of meditation, she now seems to have accepted the fact that her master no longer loves her.
But it didn’t matter, the master still liked her, and that was enough for her.
"Idiot!" An Ning's eyes were full of sarcasm, and she changed her usual timid and tender appearance, and said with thorns: "Who would like an ungrateful and ungrateful wolf like him? I approached him just to use him. In my eyes, he is worse than a dog!"
Shanshui's expression changed. She rushed forward and clamped An Ning's arm, her eyes full of anger: "I don't allow you to say that about my master! My master is not an ungrateful person!"
Perhaps because he was too angry, Shanshui's voice did not become more subdued. When Yu Zhengzheng heard the shrill growl, he hurried forward to stop Shanshui.
"Shanshui, calm down. If you shout like that, people outside will hear you..."
Shanshui's face flushed, and he slowly raised his head to look at her, tears flickering in his eyes: "Miss Zhengzheng, my master is not an ungrateful person... He really isn't."
Yu Zhengzheng patted her back gently: "Okay, I get it, he is not."
Shanshui seemed to be unaware of the massacre of the Lingbi Palace thousands of years ago. Even when An Ning mentioned "Xue Xi" just now, Shanshui had no reaction. It was obvious that no one had ever told Shanshui about these things.
An Ning just wanted to provoke Shanshui, so she had to calm Shanshui down first.
Yu Zhengzheng put her little hand on Shanshui's shoulder: "Let's go back first."
Shanshui had just regained some of his sanity, but An Ning challenged him, "Am I wrong? He is a mad dog! A disaster! No one will like him. He is not even worthy of carrying my shoes..."
As soon as An Ning opened her mouth, Yu Zhengzheng felt something was wrong.
As expected, Shanshui seemed to have a broken string in his brain, and he started to wrestle with An Ning again.
Yu Zhengzheng had a bi'sh0u in her hand and was not in a position to go forward and pull Shanshui. Her sensitive ears enabled her to hear footsteps coming from not far away and alarm bells rang in her heart.
Xiang Feng must have heard the screams and thought something had happened to them.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't care about anything else and hurriedly hid the bi'sh0u into the storage bracelet. If Xiang Feng saw the bi'sh0u, there was no telling how An Ning would frame them.
An Ning was clearly struggling with Shanshui, but it seemed as if he had eyes behind him and kicked her hand, knocking the bi'sh0u out of her hand.
An Ning tried to grab the bi'sh0u that fell on the ground. Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly joined her in grabbing the bi'sh0u.
Their hands touched the bi'sh0u almost at the same time. Yu Zhengzheng reacted faster and kicked the bi'sh0u out with her foot.
The bi'sh0u just fell at the foot of the mountains and rivers. An Ning wanted to snatch the bi'sh0u, but Yu Zhengzheng entangled An Ning's body, making An Ning unable to move.
After all, with spiritual power, she is different from before. Yu Zhengzheng's strength is dozens of times greater than before, so An Ning naturally can't beat her.
Yu Zhengzheng locked An Ning's neck, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Quick! Hide the bi'sh0u!"
Shanshui's reaction was a beat slow. She didn't understand what Yu Zhengzheng meant, but she was still prepared to do as Yu Zhengzheng said and hide the bi'sh0u.
Just as she picked up the bi'sh0u, An Ning raised her head and chuckled, "Shanshui, let's make a bet."
Shanshui was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and met An Ning's gaze.
An Ning's upper body was locked by Yu Zhengzheng at the moment. Although her face was in disarray, her expression was calm: "I said you want to kill me. See if Xiang Feng believes you or me."
After saying that, she clenched her fists, which were originally tightly clasping Yu Zhengzheng's arms, and suddenly pushed her arms backwards.
Her strong elbow pushed hard against Yu Zhengzheng's abdomen. Yu Zhengzheng instinctively leaned back to avoid it, and the arm that was locked around An Ning's neck inevitably loosened.
An Ning took advantage of this moment of relaxation and broke free from Yu Zhengzheng's shackles. She held Shanshui's hand and stabbed the bi'sh0u into her chest fiercely.
Shanshui's pupils suddenly tightened, and her pupils reflected the deep red color of blood and a black figure running towards them from a distance.
An Ning's body fell down softly, with a smile on her lips. She gently opened her lips and mouthed to Shanshui: You are bound to lose.
A puppet's sense of pain is a hundred times more acute than that of an ordinary person. Even a slight cut will cause them to faint from the pain, not to mention that the knife was stabbed into the chest.
An Ning's whole body was twitching in pain, and veins were bulging on her temples, but she managed to hold on and not faint, because she still had a mission to complete.
"peaceful-"
Hearing his panicked growl, Shanshui dropped the bi'sh0u in her hand to the ground, and her arms couldn't stop shaking.
Yu Zhengzheng looked at An Ning who fell down and slowly frowned.
Just as she had imagined, An Ning did not turn back into a corpse.
What is the relationship between Xiao Yuqing and An Ning
If he was the puppeteer, An Ning should be dead by now.
If he is not a puppeteer, then the changing of the screen, the exposure of his arms, the bruise on his right elbow... were all these things just coincidences
Before she had time to think, Xiang Feng rushed over in panic.
The blood quickly soaked her dress, and reddish-brown blood rushed out from the wound, forming an enchanting blood flower in front of her collar.
Xiang Feng helped her up, but his hands were stained with sticky blood: "An Ning, An Ning? Don't sleep, open your eyes..."
His lips had lost their color, and his voice was trembling slightly with a hint of hissing.
An Ning's breathing was so light that it was inaudible. She struggled to raise her arms and gently placed her fingertips on his face: "Brother Xiang Feng, I like you, and Miss Shanshui likes you too. Don't blame Miss Shanshui, she was just confused for a moment..."
"I will now return Brother Xiang Feng to Miss Shanshui..." She looked at him tenderly and sighed softly, "It's a pity that I won't be able to see the winter jasmine flowers next year."
The three words "forsythia" were like an invisible sword, completely shattering Xiang Feng's sanity.
In order to avoid being hunted down by his enemies, he disguised himself as a beggar and hid in a dilapidated temple in the human world. Every day when he woke up, there was a branch of forsythia and two meat buns beside him.
Before he could go looking for the person who sent the flowers, his enemy found him. He was stabbed several times and dragged his body into a coffin shop.
The male owner of the coffin shop was not there. Only the family's little daughter was in the shop. Before he could explain what had happened, she fainted from exhaustion.
When he woke up, the coffin shop had been burned down, and he was rescued by Xue Xi, who practiced medicine in the human world.
Only when he arrived at Qingcheng Mountain did he realize that Xue Xi's favorite flower in her life was forsythia.
It turned out that he was in the dilapidated temple, and the sprig of forsythia that he received every day was given to him by Xue Xi.
It blooms all over the city in late winter and early spring. She said that forsythia symbolizes hope and strength. She also said that if she got lost, she should go find her where the forsythia blooms.
Later, she died in a bush of forsythia at the foot of Mount Qingcheng. Her blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the golden bushes bright red.
An Ning's pale face gradually overlapped with Xue Xi's colorless face. Xiang Feng took out a handful of pills from his Qiankun bag and stuffed them into An Ning's mouth with trembling hands.
Seeing An Ning's bleeding stopped, he gently laid her on the ground and looked at Shanshui with bloodshot eyes: "You did it?"
Shanshui's face was pale and his straight back trembled uncontrollably.
She had never seen him like this before.
Obviously his appearance and voice were still the same as before, but at this moment his face became so strange in her eyes.
Xiang Feng walked towards her, pressing her step by step: "Why?"
Shanshui stepped back subconsciously: "It wasn't me, it wasn't me who hurt her, she did it herself..."
The ground was uneven and she lost her balance and fell heavily.
Perhaps her palm accidentally touched the stone, and a cut was made on her palm. Blood oozed from the wound, flowing along her fingertips and finally falling into the soil.
Xiang Feng stood in front of Shanshui.
In the past, if she just bumped into something, he would treat her wound with a look of heartache on his face.
But at this moment he was just watching her coldly, and seeing her fall so miserably, his expression didn't even change at all.
He slowly squatted in front of her, tapped Shanshui's chin with his fingertips, and whispered to himself: "Just because you like me, you want to kill An Ning?"
Shanshui shook her head desperately, her eyes were red, and her words were a little confusing: "Master, I didn't want to kill her. She is a puppet, a puppet made of Xuexi's body. Believe me..."
Before she could finish her words, he raised his arm and slapped her little face.
Xiang Feng's eyes were cold: "An Ning told me that you hated her, and threatened her to stay away from me. If she didn't leave me, you would make up a story that she was Xue Xi's puppet. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect you to become such a disgusting person now."
"I really regret that I shouldn't have picked you up in the first place!"
He ignored Shanshui's pale lips and uttered the last harsh words.
Xiang Feng was about to stand up when he found something wrapped around his ankles. He lowered his eyes and looked down, only to see countless slender tree roots sprouting from the ground, tightly wrapping around his legs like a poisonous snake.
The roots of the tree were still spreading upwards, and in the blink of an eye they had already swallowed up his waist. The roots were getting tighter and tighter, wrapping him up like a silkworm cocoon, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Xiang Feng struggled to raise his head, but saw the tree trunk that reached into the sky behind Yu Zhengzheng swaying from side to side. There was obviously no wind at all, but the dense branches were swaying wildly and rustling, as if they were roaring angrily.
She helped Shanshui up and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. She looked at his swollen cheek and her eyelids twitched twice.
Yu Zhengzheng grabbed Xiang Feng's hair with one hand and slapped him ten times in the face with the other hand. The loud slapping sounds were so abrupt in the silent night.
Only when her palms were covered with red marks did she stop, feeling unsatisfied.
"From now on, Shanshui has nothing to do with you. If you dare to touch Shanshui, I will chop off your dog paws!"
Yu Zhengzheng carried the mountain water and walked out of the woods. Xiang Feng lowered his head in a daze, not reacting to what had happened for a long time.
After she left, the tree roots did not fade away. Xiang Feng could not struggle free and could only look towards Rong Shang: "Your Majesty..."
He was leaning against the tree trunk with a lazy look on his face. He seemed not to have heard Xiang Feng's cry for help. His eyes were fixed on the tree roots, and a relieved smile like an old mother appeared on his lips.
It seems that his blood was not used in vain for her. She is a rare cultivator with wood spiritual roots. She can even control the trees in the illusion to attack Xiang Feng.
What’s even more special is that in this layer of illusion, even he was affected by the formation, and his divine power was reduced to only one or two points.
The spiritual power of others disappeared completely, but she was not affected at all. It was an unexpected surprise.
She is indeed worthy of being his woman.
He was stunned for a moment.
What his woman
She is obviously just a cauldron.
Rong Shang shook his head. He must have been affected by the formation recently, as he always had some inexplicable thoughts in his mind.
Is it his turn at the Warriors Conference soon
The time seems to be about right.
Thinking this, he quickly walked out of the woods, completely ignoring the cries for help behind him.
After Yu Zhengzheng walked out of the woods, she realized what she had just done.
She helped Shanshui back to his seat, a little absent-mindedly.
What just happened
Why did Xiang Feng just stand there and let her fan him
It was pitch black in the woods, and she couldn't see clearly at all. She just remembered that her head was filled with blood and she slapped him a few times.
Could it be that he didn't dare to fight back against her because the Ghost King was next to him
Yu Zhengzheng was deep in thought when she heard a faint voice beside her ear: "Does your hand hurt?"
She raised her head and looked towards the source of the sound. It turned out to be the Ghost King.
She said truthfully, "It's a little numb."
Rong Shang glanced at her red palm and sneered: "You are stupid. Aren't there stones on the ground?"
Yu Zhengzheng recalled that there were indeed many large stones in the forest. Their length and thickness were almost the same as bricks. It should be easy to use them.
She rubbed her palms together and said, "I was so excited that I forgot about it."
After a pause, she continued, "I hit him, aren't you angry?"
Rong Shang raised an eyebrow: "What are you angry about?"
Yu Zhengzheng said anxiously: "He is your subordinate..."
His face shone slightly: "So what?"
It was just a chess piece he picked up casually. He picked up more than just Xiang Feng. Who on Guixu Mountain was not picked up by him
Not to mention a few slaps, what if he died
Trash shouldn't exist in this world.
Yu Zhengzheng was silent for a moment and glanced at Shanshui who had a dazed expression.
She whispered, "Believe it or not, An Ning is really a puppet."
If Xiang Feng's words were true, then An Ning had already known that she would take action, so An Ning complained to Xiang Feng in advance, saying that Dao Shanshui forced her to leave, otherwise he would falsely accuse her of being a puppet made from Xue Xi's body.
An Ning was really good at this counter-espionage plot.
Xiang Feng didn't believe them, but he didn't know whether the Ghost King believed them or not.
Rong Shang smiled: "Got it."
He had guessed early on that An Ning had come with ill intentions, but he never thought of her as a puppet.
After all, he was watching when Xue Xi died.
Who would have thought that there was someone so skilled that not only could he snatch Xue Xi's body from Xiang Feng, but he also spent time and energy to refine Xue Xi's corpse into a high-level puppet.
The only person who is so skilled in Kung Fu is probably his boring younger brother.
He raised the corners of his lips, and a porcelain bottle lay in his jade-like palm: "This is for you."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned: "What is this?"
Rong Shang looked at her torn long hair and the small piece of shiny scalp: "Hair growth agent."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Immortal Hengwu and Xiao Yuqing came back. He put the porcelain bottle on the table and went up to the stage alone.
Yu Zhengzheng looked at his back, accepted the hair growth agent with a complicated expression, and silently used a hairpin to put her long hair on top of her head.
The breeze blew across her cheek, gently blowing the loose hair on her forehead.
For some reason, she felt her cheeks getting hot.
The speed of loading sha're:n is simply amazing.
Before he even went up, he knocked down more than a dozen savages on the ring with one palm.
He pinched the big knife provided by the priest with his fingertips, and cut the heads like cabbage, one by one they fell to the bottom of the ring.
His head was pierced by a long, sharp wooden stick under the ring, and the bright red blood plasma looked like a string of candied haws.
Seeing that Rong's robe was spotless, Immortal Lord Heng Wu couldn't help but admire him and said, "You are worthy of being the Ghost King."
The Warriors' Conference ended early, and the priest escorted them back to the second floor of the castle, and then they returned to the big room.
Xiang Feng and An Ning did not return, but no one in the room cared about them.
Maybe it was because the room was too stuffy, but Yu Zhengzheng felt hot all over, with some chest tightness and shortness of breath.
She opened the window and a breeze blew in, but it did not relieve her discomfort.
Yu Zhengzheng wiped the sweat from her forehead and gently patted her cheeks: "Why is it so hot?"
When Immortal Heng Wu heard this, he kindly told her, "It may be because there is aphrodisiac in deer blood."
Yu Zhengzheng froze. Except for the Ghost King and An Ning, everyone drank the deer blood.
She frowned: "What kind of messed up medicine?"
He smiled at her: "Don't you know what aphrodisiac is? It's the kind of cheap drug used in brothels, for both men and women."
Immortal Heng Wu paused for a moment, then added, "If you don't relieve it, you will die."
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