Murong Xinnuo's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were raised up, full of arrogance and coldness.
She didn't look afraid at all.
Nangong Beichen shouted, "You witch! An Ning is still a child, why did you trick him?"
Murong Xinnuo suddenly giggled, his complexion became extremely seductive, and with the beauty mole on his forehead, he looked extraordinarily bewitching and secretive.
"Nangong Beichen, you really are a daughter-in-law who came in, so treat her like a human being!"
Nangong Beichen frowned, "I married you only to monitor you. I already knew that you have entered the way of magic. A witch like you is worthy to be my wife of Nangong Beichen? I think too much!"
The onlookers suddenly realized.
I see.
Nangong Beichen sacrificed her marital happiness to monitor the witch for the benefit of the human race. This matter is really epic.
"I thought you were bewildered by my looks, my husband, but I didn't expect you to be so bad! But you want to spy on me, why doesn't this wife want to spy on you... Hehe." Murong Xinnuo stretched out his finger and tapped on Nangong. On Beichen's chest.
"Witch, do you want to spy on us? Why do you want to spy on us humans?" Nangong Beichen was a little surprised.
"You said it all, I'm a witch, will I tell you the witch? If you want to know the truth, go and find out yourself!" Murong Xinnuo was uncharacteristically, swaying her waist, stroking the hair on her forehead with her fingers, and her demeanor was alluring .
Jimo Ya suddenly said, "I'm the one you've been monitoring, right? Baili Zixi should be controlled by you too. But I don't understand why you encouraged Baili Zixi to marry me in the first place?"
"Hahahaha, of course it's for your ginseng baby spirit treasure. It's too sweet for this demon to attract directly, so I controlled Baili Zixi and let her absorb it first, and then transform it into this demon! You're not interested anymore, Jimo Ya, you don't have any ginseng spirit treasure, you poached the ginseng spirit treasure, your blood doesn't smell good at all, even the wild dogs passing by won't smell it..."
Huan Qingyan has been in mid-air, standing still.
There seemed to be a thousand words in her heart, and it seemed to be blank.
When Murong Xinnuo said that Jimo Ya's blood would not even be smelled by wild dogs passing by, she seemed to have thought of something...
It's really not fragrant.
The scent that had previously been fatal to her was gone.
There is still blood on the corner of Jimo Ya's mouth, and no one reacts.
She squinted at him, and the voice came from mid-air.
"Jimoya! Where's my son?" The voice was cold and indifferent, and the fact that he was in mid-air gave him a condescending feeling.
Everyone sighed secretly.
Huan Qingyan must have heard what happened just now, but now she still asks this question, the intention is self-evident.
The two who broke through all barriers and finally got together are so sweet and loving.
It's embarrassing that it has come to this point now.
I can only lament that good fortune has tricked people.
Jimo Ya remained silent.
Huan Qingyan sneered, "Aren't you quite capable? Why can't you even look down on a child? You are a genius of the human race? How good is the human race, a hundred times stronger than my monster race! Now you can't even guard a child!" Can't stay?"
This is even the entire human race, and the faces of the saints are a little unnatural.
But they can't say anything.
The human race and the monster race have always been at odds, and even if they are saints, there is nothing they can do to resolve this contradiction.