A young man with black hair and red clothes.
The eyes as beautiful as the stars are dark and fierce at this moment, not at all clear and pure as before.
It's as if the little white rabbit tore off that hypocritical skin, revealing its ferocious nature, but it is actually a ferocious beast that only chooses and devours people.
Ji Qinglin, no, it should be Qi Chen, he pinched the silver mask with his fingers, looked down, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and then raised his eyes to look at the dumbfounded people.
"What? Did you get excited when you saw this seat? You can't even speak?"
The red-clothed devil smiled, revealing his white and cold teeth. It was a face that couldn't be more beautiful, but it made people feel chills in their hearts.
The one who faced Qi Chen's face directly was the Patriarch Mu whom he had mentioned just now. This old man almost didn't bring it up in one breath, and Qi Chen was so angry.
"You, you—how could you be Ji Qinglin?"
It is not difficult to hear the heartache in these words.
The originally noisy field became quiet in an instant, and everyone was as quiet as a chicken. They all looked at each other, and they could see the shock on each other's faces.
One person was heartbroken and said: "Hey, how could this Qi Chen be Ji Qinglin? It's just absurd! Our big guy has been deceived by this devil for so many years like a fool!!"
Thinking of how much I respected this No. 1 martial artist in the past, how ironic I am now.
The belief in their hearts, the leader of the righteous way, is actually Qi Chen, the murderous leader of the Demon Cult.
Is there anything more ridiculous than this
There was an uproar in the field again, and everyone who was deceived wanted to slash Qi Chen with a sword, their eyes were on fire, and their hands holding the sword slowly tightened.
"Qi Chen, please die!"
"Devil, hurry up and die!"
As he said that, two people raised their long swords and stabbed straight at Qi Chen, apparently dazzled by anger.
The red-clothed demon sighed.
"Stubborn."
A light and fluffy sentence, a bit mocking and a bit helpless.
He really couldn't figure out where this group of trash got the courage to dare to be his enemy
Isn't it good to live well
Don't come here to seek death.
After killing two early birds casually, Qi Chen patted the dust on his sleeves, shook his head, his lips curled into a half-smile, it was obvious that he was in a good mood.
Someone angrily reprimanded Qi Chen: "It turns out that what you did to lure Qi Chen over by getting married is just a good show you directed and performed by yourself, just to catch us, Qi Chen! You are so poisonous!" thought!!"
heard the words.
The beautiful man in red laughed so much that he could hardly hold his sword steady.
"You? You deserve it too."
"I did it..." There was only that one person.
Qi Chen's gaze fell on Fu Yue involuntarily, his eyes flickered, as if he was afraid to face her, and the arrogance just now disappeared from his face.
Seeing Fu Yue looking at him with no expression on his face, just staring at him coldly, Qi Chen walked towards Fu Yue.
"You listen to me explain—"
Fu Yue made a stop gesture, signaling Qi Chen not to come over.
Qi Chen obediently stopped in his tracks, his thin lips gradually pursed into an arc, his eyes flashed with obvious helplessness.
The man in red smiled.
Two dimples appeared on her fair cheeks.
Softly coaxed:
"Good, come here."
"I won't hurt you."