Xie Wuyan simply stopped talking nonsense with Shen Wanqing. He put one end of his arm and looked at her with a look that said "Is it a problem for you to listen to yourself?"
Under the gaze of caring for the mentally retarded, Shen Wanqing was even seen as a little guilty by him, and his little head was getting lower and lower like a hamster eating food.
She thought about it, and finally decided to detour a bit.
Logically speaking, Xie Wuyan should feel pity for Feng Rumor now, and the atmosphere of the two of them in the backyard just now looked pretty good. So use the heroine to stimulate him, maybe he can really persuade this Buddha.
"Look, this skinny ghost has a lot of tricks. Although it was seriously injured, Ji Feichen also overdrafted too much, so it doesn't have the upper hand." Shen Wanqing followed suit, "If there is a real fight, I'm afraid that Sister Feng, who is a woman, will What an accident."
"Really?" Xie Wuyan raised his eyebrows.
Shen Wanqing nodded: "Yes, yes."
Xie Wuyan: "Well, that's really pitiful."
After a sentence is finished, there is no more text.
Shen Wanqing waited for a while, and after confirming that Xie Wuyan was indeed not out of breath, she began to wonder if the novel she read was pirated.
That's it
You just sigh
Why do you, the paranoid male supporting actress who can't ask for the heroine's request, react so slightly
Shen Wanqing, who was frustrated one after another, felt a little lost, so she simply wrapped the quilt around her body and twisted herself into a ball like an angry kitten.
But I didn't expect that the action was too intense, and I suddenly rubbed the wound on my body, and suddenly curled up into a piece of pain, and the grievance became a bitter gourd.
Xie Wuyan leaned against the chair, put his hand on the table, and tapped one after another.
Perhaps she thought that Shen Wanqing's bulging appearance was interesting, so she said jokingly: "Want me to help?"
Hearing this sentence, Shen Wanqing's vitality greatly increased, and immediately a carp stood up and nodded vigorously.
"It's not impossible." Xie Wuyan spit out two words slowly, "Please."
"Please." Shen Wanqing blinked her eyes and took over the words quickly, without even a second of pause, and by the way, she added three consecutive hits, "Please, please, please."
"… "
Now it was Xie Wuyan's turn to be speechless.
A hundred years ago, when he had nothing to do, he would always catch a few demon slayers to play in the Demon Realm. Most of the time, those who claimed to be famous and righteous would stick their necks and say sternly: "Bah, you demon, if I If you say half a word to you, you will be ashamed of the people of the world."
Although in the end these stubborn young heroes will most often admit their mistakes with tears, and even conscientiously act as their own little brothers, but at least they will take a walk when they are first arrested.
It was the first time that Xie Wuyan had ever seen Xie Wuyan who was too lazy to leave with the form.
So looking at Shen Wanqing, he was really silent, he didn't understand at all how the Ji family of this dignified family of exterminating demons taught her daughter on weekdays. There is even a reasonable suspicion that she is the undercover agent who has been planted in Ji's family, specifically to ruin their family's reputation.
Shen Wanqing looked at his strange expression, stretched out her hand and tugged at his sleeve, and skillfully used her tenth-level coquettish skills: "Brother Xie, you have to keep your word."
Thank you for something.
Thank you for nothing.
No matter how Xie Wuyan thought about it, he felt that he was at a loss.
He lowered his head and took Shen Wanqing's hand away, stood up without saying a word, shook his robe, as if he was about to turn around and leave.
Seeing Xie Wuyan's back, who had made up his mind, Shen Wanqing lowered his head and finally accepted his heart.
Forget it, it's really embarrassing for the Great Demon King to slay demons and eliminate demons.
In fact, she is not worried that Ji Feichen can't catch the ghost, but in this way, Zeng Ziyun, who is full of "Big Brother Ji", will definitely have to be a star in Hongluan and start to work with a vicious female supporting document.
The wood is done.
Shen Wanqing sighed.
No way, just work harder in the future.
"Do you want to stay here alone?"
But at this moment, suddenly heard a cold voice.
Shen Wanqing was startled when she heard the sound, and looked up.
Xie Wuyan stood in front of the window, his robes fluttered, and there was no wind. The expression on his face was indifferent, the moonlight draped over his brocade robe, and there was some icy chill all over his body.
He looked at her sideways, his tone could not hear any fluctuations, it was very light: "Come here."
Speaking of this, Shen Wanqing immediately understood what Xie Wuyan meant. She didn't care about her injuries, she rolled over and got out of bed, rubbing against him.
Then, the two fell into a new round of silence.
Undoubtedly, it takes Qinggong to catch up with Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing.
But Shen Wanqing's current physical condition, coupled with her three-legged cat-like kung fu, the speed of Qinggong is not even as fast as a child's trot.
So she rubbed her hands nervously, decided to break the silence a little more euphemistically, and handed over the initiative to Xie Wuyan: "Why don't you choose the pose? I can accept it."
Xie Wuyan: "…"
Not too far from the inn, Shen Wanqing saw a fire filled the sky. The demonic energy scattered into thousands of lines and circled upwards, forming a perfect circle. Immediately afterwards, a golden light flashed, wrapped in a huge roar, and ripped apart the demonic energy.
The Flying Spirit Sword vibrated with a humming sound, exuding red sword qi throughout its body, entering and exiting several times in this thick demonic qi.
The two forces generated a huge aura and competed against each other.
Zeng Ziyun was in between these two forces, clutching her chest and coughing up blood. There were bloodstains all over his body, he couldn't stop shaking, and he didn't even have the strength to shout.
She knew that as long as Ji Feichen was a little slack, her life would be at risk.
Feng Ruoqing created a barrier to protect Ji Feichen from being eroded by demonic energy. But no matter how tacit understanding the two of them were, their physical strength was obviously consumed by the same amount.
Countless little monsters wailed and rushed forward. The crowd tactics were still very effective. As long as two people were distracted, the barrier would be broken.
Ji Feichen had to be distracted and free up one hand to reinforce the barrier for Feng Ruoqing.
The Painted Ghost keenly caught the gap, and a wisp of demonic energy rushed in from under the aura, tightly locking Zeng Ziyun's neck, so that she could barely breathe, and could only subconsciously struggle desperately.
"Xiaoyun!"
Concern is chaos, Feng Ruoqing coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the barrier was forcibly shattered.
In an instant, a huge demon qi woven into a net and rushed towards Zeng Ziyun's direction.
Zeng Ziyun's pupils shrank and she opened her mouth, but the demonic force around her neck made her unable to make a sound, so she could only helplessly watch death approaching.
"Be careful!"
Ji Feichen jumped up, his wrists shook, he recalled the Feiling Sword and got up to block it.
But someone is faster than him.
Descending from the sky, with the sword energy full of lingering and piercing, he split the net of heaven and earth abruptly.
Zeng Ziyun looked up.
It was an ink-colored figure, standing against the light, with the corners of his clothes flying, looking awe-inspiring.
The moonlight was so cold that it converged into a single point on the sharp sword end, but it was so scorching that people couldn't take their eyes off it.
Xie Wuyan turned his head and looked at her, there was no wave in his eyes.
But more than any fiery eyes, it can pierce the weakness in people's hearts.
The picture is very harmonious.
The only dissonance is—
"Have you landed yet?" Shen Wanqing shrank into a ball, resting on his arms. Leaning his head on his shoulder, closed his eyes and dared not look up, "To be honest, I think I'm a little afraid of heights."
This is the second time she has experienced being carried away by someone with light energy.
Very poor experience.
In modern times, Xie Wuyan would be stopped at the speed of fines and detention on the highway.
Xie Wuyan looked at Shen Wanqing who was curled up in fear on his shoulders, and showed a disgusting expression: "The fight is over."
Hearing this sentence, Shen Wanqing finally opened one eye and looked around.
Zeng Ziyun, who stared at her with burning eyes.
Rumors with a worried look.
And Ji Feichen who was on guard.
And the half-dead ghost lying on the ground spitting blood not far away.
It looks like the fight is really over.
She carefully got off Xie Wuyan, patted the corner of her skirt, and thanked him very politely. Then she turned her head to look at Zeng Ziyun, who was a little embarrassed behind her, thought for a while, and reached out to help her.
Zeng Ziyun turned her head stubbornly and snorted: "Humph."
...Although I don't know the reason, I can see that Shen Wanqing, who seems to be hated by her, is lost in thought.
"I know, I know who you are..."
The painted skin demon who vomited blood on the side took a breath and looked towards Xie Wuyan with some hatred in his eyes. She was panting heavily for every word she said, and she looked like she was running out of fuel.
She stared at Xie Wuyan, but suddenly burst out laughing wildly and terribly, making people shudder, "The people from Xuantian Pavilion are actually hanging out with him, do you know who he is?"
Xie Wuyan heard the words, his eyes sank.
Ji Feichen suddenly stepped forward, approached the painted ghost, and frowned: "Don't talk nonsense and struggle to the death."
"Am I talking nonsense?" The Painted Ghost's smile gradually turned hideous.
Shen Wanqing sensed something was wrong, and she suddenly remembered that when Xie Wuyan fought against the Painted Ghost before, he used his demon power without pretense.
As a result, it is very likely that the painted skin ghosts guessed something, and exposed Xie Wuyan in front of Ji Feichen early.
Shen Wanqing turned her head to look at Xie Wuyan.
It's tricky.
Xie Wuyan couldn't rashly kill the painted ghost at this time.
The male and female protagonists are smart people, and it is easy to see Ni Tuan.
Painted Ghost: "I'll tell you, what are you staying by-"
Shen Wanqing lowered her eyes, touched the dagger on her waist, and moved her wrist to unsheath it.
I don't know if it works or not, but maybe you can give it a try.
The next second, she grabbed the blade with her left hand and clenched it tightly.
The sharp edge cut through the flesh and blood, and the blood dripped down the tip of the knife.
Shen Wanqing closed her eyes, as she remembered, controlling her spiritual power to converge on the wound.
tearing pain.
The fire that ignited out of thin air seemed to burn her entire palm to the ground.
The blood was torn into a thread, pulling this force to attack the painted ghost.
Before the Painted Ghost could even finish a word, his entire body was entangled and burned by this firelight, leaving only a heart-wrenching scream.