Cannon fodder A, cannon fodder B, cannon fodder C… .
The gorgeous and colorful demon beauties in front of them danced in front of the demon emperor without knowing what to say, and then they were dragged down and died in a daze.
Lin Qianshuang was unmoved by the desolate screams, except for Mu Weiyin, who was in the middle of the line, who lived in her eyes, the rest were equivalent to NPCs and had nothing to do with her.
She has no reason to help those unimportant passers-by, cheating once is fine, and cheating a few more times will definitely be discovered.
The method of calming the soul is released along the sound of the piano, and it transcends the spirits of the demon clan that are wandering in the air. The record of merit recorded by Tiandao is slowly opened in front of her eyes. There are a total of three thick pages, all of which are her five. good deeds accumulated over the years.
Every time a soul is saved, a fortune will be recorded in the merit book, and the gold glittering title of the page makes her feel a sense of pride.
It is a pity that this is not her body, and these merits will be erased after her death.
Lin Qianshuang sighed a little, if she was not the body of a demon cultivator, or an outsider, so many merits would be enough to make her younger generation benefit from the grace of heaven and earth, and enjoy the peace of three generations.
"After I die, move all the records of merit and deeds that I have accumulated for Ye Linglong under Mu Weiyin."
[The host's order has been received, and the host's merit has been temporarily recorded in the target character Mu Weiyin. The way of heaven will be transferred after the death of the host according to the rules of heaven and earth.]
This merit is useless to her, but it is extremely needed by future city masters who practice ruthless kendo.
Lin Qianshuang felt that her hands were numb, and she was a little numb when she watched the scene of blood and flesh flying, and gradually she could keep her face unchanged.
After the song was over, the unfortunate snake demon was dug out of the inner elixir, and the bloody demon elixir was presented by the guards and placed in front of the piano platform.
The attendant handed the bowl to Lin Qianshuang's lips, and said, "Miss, Young Master Feng Yu is considerate of you, and sent you this demon pill to make up for it."
The pungent bloody smell overflowed into the tip of the nose, and there was still a faint and lively demonic energy lingering around.
Lin Qianshuang glanced at the inner core of the snake demon, smoothed the trembling strings, and looked at Young Master Feng Yu, who was sitting opposite her and raised her chin provocatively.
Interesting, the next dancer was Mu Weiyin. Could it be that this bird demon knew the inside story for a long time, and at this moment, he specially presented the snake demon inner pill to her in order to intimidate her.
Lin Qianshuang pinched the demon pill and raised her eyebrows. She was disgusting that the sea of qi in her dantian was seriously depleted. How could she not accept such a good supplement.
Young Master Feng Yu looked at the woman in white who was sitting across from playing the qin and sucked the demon pill in one mouthful.
This woman really didn't know what to do, and actually regarded his warning as a threat to nothing.
As soon as the strings moved, the wind of the ten fingers bypassed the purple-clothed dancer and spun down.
A purple light flashed across Lin Qianshuang's eyes, and a wisp of magic energy leaked out from the piano silk and quietly disappeared into the vortex formed by her piano style.
The ink splashed in the wind, and the blank picture scroll flying by the side was suddenly dyed with layers of blurred ink.
Mu Weiyin's dark eyes turned to the person who played the qin. Both sleeves and ribbons were dyed with colorless powdery dye. When she danced, the colorless dye condensed into colorful colors. Coated with a gorgeous layer of gold powder.
The wind of the piano swirled around her limbs, passing through her skin like silk.
Mu Weiyin closed his eyes, as if Lin Qianshuang was in front of him.
She seemed to wrap her arms around her back when she turned around, her right hand gently stretched out from her sleeve, and her cool fingertips climbed onto the back of her hand and clasped it lightly.
Her heart that was beating violently seemed to be healed in a moment. She seemed to stand still on a water-colored mirror, hugging her tightly in the darkness to keep warm, like a dying fire phoenix fluttering in the blazing fire that burns everything. .
She danced with her face to face, as if the phoenix and the phoenix in Nirvana were so tacit and tickled the heartstrings.
Leaning back and jumping, the wind swept across her body, as if she was holding her waist lightly, holding her in a circle under the warm spring breeze, as if they were the only ones left in this world.
In the vast sea of clouds, there are only two ink-colored traces left.
At this moment, the spiritual consciousness of the two people silently merged.
Lin Qianshuang blushed slightly at the tip of her ears, and the demonic energy that was driving the wind was confused for a moment.
At such a critical moment, what Mu Weiyin was thinking about was all a mess!
Sitting on the first seat, Xuan Luoqing's charming eyes squinted, and she didn't pursue this person who was involved in it. She wanted to see what tricks that person did, but who would have expected that he would dare to molest her in front of her. people.
She moved her ten fingers lightly, and a few strands of silver strings condensed from true qi moved lightly, and the demonic qi turned into a sharp blade and stabbed towards Mu Weiyin.
Lin Qianshuang's eyes narrowed, and the palm of his hand pushed back, the sharp blade shattered into smoke, and there were clumps of stains on the picture scroll.
She bit her lower lip, thought deeply, and changed the stain into a clustered flower shape as she imagined.
Xuan Luoqing originally wanted to make that person Xiu look ugly, but Lin Qianshuang's intentional protection for that person Xiu hindered her many times. She couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy in her heart, and the fox tail lifted up and slapped the ground irritably, the black lines gradually faded from half of her cheeks, showing her demonic nature.
These small actions did not affect Mu Weiyin at all.
She seemed to be dancing the dance of sacrifice to the gods, and she had already formed numerous formations in her hands, and when she stretched her waist, the formations fell.
The Demon Emperor's threat to Lin Qianshuang fell into her eyes long ago.
Mu Weiyin had long been impatient with the existence of the demon emperor. Even if the old landlord did not issue an order, one day, she would always think of a way to gather and disperse the soul of the unsightly fox demon.
The purple-clothed dancer's slender hands float like cloud sails, and the toes are flying with ink, and the black and white buds that are swimming and returning are floating on the canvas. The blood and tears seemed to be condensed on the leaves, and the two complemented each other vividly.
If the strings of the piano are surging, the illusion of the mirror surface dissipates in a moment.
The corners of Mu Weiyin's lips lifted slightly, and she opened her dreamy peach blossom eyes. Her cheeks were reddish with sweat oozing from her forehead, and her hair fell softly on her shoulders. The weeping blood map floated behind her.
She turned around and glanced at Lin Qianshuang, and looked at the Demon Emperor and the people around her coldly and proudly, her eyes narrowed slightly unpleasantly at those eyes with unknown meanings.
Anyone in this world who can watch her dance, except Sister Qianyu, should all die.
Even if you don't die, you should poke your eyes, pull out your tongue, and be a living dead.
Her arrogance does not allow anyone to see her embarrassed appearance.
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The peony is still beautiful, but it was crushed by the cuckoo crying blood, tarnishing the beauty of the country.
The patriarch of the Fengyu clan and the son of Fengyu both saw the meaning of the painting, and their faces were extremely ugly.
Xuan Luoqing was already dissatisfied with the Fengyu clan. Seeing that Lin Qianshuang had such an ingenious mind, he let this person repair the danger and win her favor. He felt a little resentful in his heart, but there was still a hint of sweetness.
The dance of the girl in purple was exquisite, and the people at the table applauded.
Lin Qianshuang put away the scroll, walked to Xuan Luoqing's body and knelt halfway, bowed his head and presented the scroll, "This girl has completed the drawing of the cuckoo weeping blood, what does Your Highness think?"
"Linglong, I really like your piano sound. I'm tired after playing for so long. Go back to my seat."
Xuan Luoqing didn't take the picture, but fixed his gaze directly on the head of the Fengyu clan, then changed the words: "Since it is a question from the Fengyu clan, what does the clan think about?"
Patriarch Fengyu gave Mu Weiyin a stern glance, and said rather reluctantly: "It is not easy to draw this picture of a cuckoo crying blood with the phoenix returning to the nest, since this beauty sent by the Cong Snake Clan has achieved it, Then stay."
Xuan Luoqing grabbed Lin Qianshuang's wrist and overturned her in his arms, she pinched her chin, her red eyes tucked into her ears and whispered: "The woman below, you are right. She cares too much. Her life and death are all in your thoughts. If you want her to live, even the old man of the Fengyu clan will keep her if he insists on killing this seat. But if she flirts with you again , this seat will never forgive."
"..." Where did she show affection, if something went wrong in the dance just now, it would be a joke with Mu Weiyin's life.
Lin Qianshuang laughed dumbly, but she staggered the topic, raised her eyes and asked: "Patriarch Fengyu has ulterior motives, I just tried a little, this father and son are both in a state of confusion. Has your Highness been so peaceful, did you already see the clue?"
Xuan Luoqing's fingertips slid from her cheeks around her hair, and said with a smile: "This seat is waiting for the opportunity, this Hongmen banquet, this seat has already prepared."
A dazzling blue light came from in front of him, and the cold spiritual power caused everyone to look sideways.
The South Sea shark beads were surrounded by four or five people and sent each other with demon power.
The two stinky birds of the Fengyu Clan finally brought the South Sea Shark Pearl.
The dazzling light at this moment is a good time to assassinate.
Just as Lin Qianshuang was thinking, a poisoned silver needle flew towards her forehead.
Come on! But why is it for her
Lin Qianshuang wondered, and before the sword in his hand was drawn, he was pulled to his side.
Xuan Luoqing protected Lin Qianshuang, and formed a dao formation in her palm to resist the silver needle's surprise attack. When she flipped her hand, the silver needle lost its mana and fell to the ground.