Chapter 56: After Abandoning the Poor Little Apprentice 16 "In that case, then...
The candles in the palace burned out, and there was a mess under the bed. All the objects that Fu Wei had smashed when she was angry were lying there quietly, but the movement on the bed did not stop at all. It was messy and noisy, full of people's groans and gasps.
After an unknown amount of time, crying sounds were heard from between the beds.
He was soft and weak, like a kitten that had just been born. He was curled up in the palm of someone's hand, flattened and rolled into a ball. Then he raised his little paw pads in a fierce manner, trying to drive away the person who bullied him.
As a result, he was bullied even more severely.
Rong Jiao used his own actions to show Fu Wei that there was no benefit in constantly angering him.
But in the end, Rong Jiao didn't really get those three hundred times back from Fu Wei, because someone from the Shangqing Immortal Sect wanted to see him.
In the red tent, Rong Jiao was not in a hurry to leave. He looked at the person curled up in his arms, knowing that he was not asleep. He lowered his head and gently licked the rosy cheek.
He likes Fu Wei very much.
From beginning to end, even down to the strands of hair, there was nothing he disliked or that was not to his liking.
If possible, he really wanted to make love with Fu Wei day and night, and would even be willing to die on him.
Thinking of this, Rong Jiao took a bite.
A row of red teeth marks immediately appeared on the snow-white cheek, and Fu Wei felt pain. Without hesitation, she slapped Rong Jiao with a "slap".
Rong Jiao was stunned, his eyes blank for a moment. He looked up and touched his red cheeks. His eyes became deeper and deeper, staring straight at Fu Wei.
This was simply a conditioned reflex, and Fu Wei regretted it right after the fight.
"I...I didn't mean to. Who told you to bite me suddenly..."
Rong Jiao smiled, but there was a dark expression in his eyes as he stared at him intently.
He played with Fu Weiruyu's palm, touching it from the palm to the fingertips, and then pinching the fingertips that were tinged with a faint pink. "My good master, it seems that you still haven't learned your lesson?"
Fu Wei's face turned pale and he wanted to shrink back.
Rong Jiao held Fu Wei's hand tightly and sniffed his wrist gently. Just when Fu Wei was trembling with fear, thinking that he was going to torture him again, something soft and slippery swept across his wrist. The tingling sensation was like an electric current running through his body, stimulating his scalp to the point of numbness, and his whole body trembled.
But those blood-red eyes were staring at him, like the gaze of a wild wolf in the endless darkness.
"Rong Jiao, you..."
The corners of my eyes are so red they seem to be bleeding.
He was not afraid of wolves, but he was afraid of Rong Jiao.
Especially Rong Jiao on the bed.
Rong Jiao hinted in a low voice: "Next time you can try to slap me again and see what I will do to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of Fu Wei's wrist.
Fu Wei quickly pulled the quilt over, wrapped it around herself, rolled over, wrapped herself up like a caterpillar, and pretended to be dead.
Just as Fu Wei was secretly cursing Rong Jiao for being a beast, a burst of laughter suddenly came to her ears.
Someone patted his head gently through his quilt.
Fu Wei thought randomly, is he going crazy?
But no, after Rong Jiao put on his clothes, he raised his hand to restore the mess in the bedroom to its original state and left.
Fu Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief and crawled out from under the quilt.
A head-on confrontation was impossible, so he had to think of another way, but fortunately Rong Jiao had no intention of killing him.
Just as Rong Jiao was lost in thought, the palace door opened, and a stream of demon servants came in, heads bowed, carrying gorgeous clothes and jewelry. They did not approach Fu Wei, but knelt in a row across the screen and whispered, "Lord Sword Lord."
Rong Jiao left and came back.
Fu Wei looked at him warily and subconsciously shrank back into the nine-layer curtains, but was pulled back by Rong Jiao.
"What?"
Fu Wei had not yet recovered and did not dare to provoke Rong Jiao openly.
Rong Jiao: "Xie Qingling wants to see you."
Fu Wei was stunned and a little dazed.
It seems that Xie Qingling already knows that he has been arrested. Now that Rong Jiao is willing to let him see her, it is a rare opportunity.
As if he understood what Fu Wei was thinking, Rong Jiao sneered, "You can try to get Xie Qingling to save you, but you have to know what the price of a failed escape is."
Fu Wei pursed her lips and said calmly, "What's the price?"
Rong Jiao: "Do you still remember Chun Fengdu?"
Fu Wei shook.
Rong Jiao whispered, "When the time comes, I will pour a whole bottle of Chunfengdu into your body."
Fu Wei: "Rong Jiao, are you crazy? You have to humiliate me like this to be satisfied, right?"
"The choice is yours."
Fu Wei: “Heh.”
Rong Jiao stroked the soft hair on the side of Fu Wei's face, but he showed no sign of joking. He whispered, "Of course you can try. After all, Master, your appearance at Chunfeng Ferry is still fresh in my memory. I will never forget it."
Fu Wei was completely furious and subconsciously reached out to slap him.
Rong Jiao didn't hide either. Fortunately, Fu Wei remembered the threats Rong Jiao had made to her just now, so she withdrew her hand angrily, pretending nothing had happened, and turned her head away from him.
A smile flashed in Rong Jiao's eyes. He ordered the magic servant to bring in the clothes and personally put on the gorgeous clothes for Fu Wei.
It's red.
She used Liuxian brocade, embroidered with lifelike lotus patterns with rosy silk and gold thread. A crimson waist belt tightened her slender and powerful waist. The accessories around her waist jingled, and the pearls, gems, and agates complemented each other. Even her soft black hair was tied into a ponytail.
After doing all this, Rong Jiao looked at Fu Wei unscrupulously, feeling a sense of pride and pleasure.
Rather than seeing Fu Wei without clothes, he preferred to dress Fu Wei up beautifully and luxuriously, turning him back into the awe-inspiring and inviolable sword king, and then press him under him and take off his clothes bit by bit.
If I do that, Fu Wei will cry, right?
Just like yesterday.
Thinking of this, Rong Jiao's Adam's apple rolled, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with emotions, which was shocking.
After two rounds of endless lovemaking, Fu Wei had become adept at capturing Rong Jiao's serious emotions. When she saw him like that, she knew he was up to no good. Her face couldn't help but darken, but she had no choice but to endure it.
Rong Jiao affectionately straightened Fu Wei's clothes, and finally placed a feather-like kiss on the red lotus mark on his forehead.
"Master Xie is still waiting for you, don't make her wait anxiously."
Fu Wei sneered and let Rong Jiao hold her hand.
When he was in Shangqing Immortal Sect, apart from himself, Xie Qingling was the one who treated him best.
Now he changed her clothes himself, just pretending to tell Xie Qingling that he had never treated her badly.
Fu Wei was filled with contempt.
Rong Jiao didn't care. As long as Fu Wei was his, nothing else mattered.
Fu Wei had been stuck in the palace for too long these past few days. After half a month, she finally saw the bright sunlight again, and her mood improved a lot.
When Xie Qingling saw Fu Wei, the frown on her face finally relaxed. She hurried over and looked around to see if Fu Wei was injured. After confirming that Fu Wei was not missing any limbs, she breathed a sigh of relief. However, the redness of her eyes and her haggard appearance still made Fu Wei feel a little uncomfortable.
"Are you hurt? Are you being bullied? Have you suffered any injustice?"
Fu Wei silently pulled up his collar and whispered, "No, he didn't hurt me."
Xie Qingling: "That's good, that's good."
"Why are you here?" Fu Wei asked sullenly with his head down.
Xie Qingling said angrily, "If I hadn't come, how would I know whether you were dead or alive? Fu Wei, I've already told you not to act impulsively. You should think twice before you act. Look at you, what have you done?"
Everything else didn't matter, but Fu Wei was extremely stubborn about this matter.
"It's none of your business."
Xie Qingling: "If I don't care, who will care about you? Fu Wei, even if you want to save Ji Guang, how can you disregard other people's lives? What happened that made you so obsessed with Ji Guang?"
Fu Wei said slowly, "Don't you know? The whole world knows how deeply I love him."
Xie Qingling: "If it were before, I would have believed it, but since Ji Guang was resurrected, you can see the look in his eyes that seems to want to eat him alive. You tell me that this is love! I don't believe it!"
Fu Wei: "Forget it if you don't believe it."
Xie Qingling asked again: "Did Jiguang bully you?"
You know what, you guessed it right.
However, Fu Wei didn't plan to tell him, and said with a dead pig fearless look: "Anyway, I have done it, and I will never regret it."
"Forget it." Xie Qingling knew she couldn't get to the bottom of it, so she continued, "Then let me ask you one last question. What exactly happened after you returned from the Tianshui Pavilion Secret Realm? Why did your attitude towards Rong Jiao change so drastically, even forcing him to stop being merciless? Tell me, and I'll try to persuade you. Perhaps there's still room for change."
Fu Wei: "..." Can't Xie Qingling ask something that can be said?
Fu Wei: "To save Ji Guang."
Xie Qingling: "I don't believe that the look on your face where you want to kill him is just for Jiguang."
Fu Wei decided not to talk to Xie Qingling, feeling that he might as well be locked up. He was really scared of Xie Qingling, so he turned around and was about to leave.
Xie Qingling didn't let him go and pulled his sleeve hard, causing his collar to become askew.
On the jade-white skin, ambiguous red marks, new ones overlapping old ones, teeth marks and finger marks intertwined, the body covered with kiss marks made Xie Qingling open her eyes wide, and was so scared that Xie Qingling could not speak for a long time.
"What... is going on... was it Rong Jiao who did this?"
Fu Wei, however, had a calm expression on her face. She simply stopped pretending and pulled back her clothes calmly: "Yeah."
Xie Qingling slumped in the chair, not knowing what he was thinking about, his face looking extremely ugly.
Fu Wei became the calmest one.
No, something is not right.
If Fu Wei had just found out, with his violent temper, she wouldn't be so calm and composed.
An even more unacceptable possibility emerges.
Xie Qingling suppressed the trembling in her voice and asked, "Feng Chixue told me that Rong Jiao inherited the legacy of Emperor Beichen. You and he once fell into an illusion together. What happened in the illusion?"
Fu Wei took a sip of tea and said, "As you wish."
Xie Qingling lost her voice. "How could he do this? Even if you've wronged him, you've raised him for so many years. How could he humiliate you like this? He might as well kill you!"
Fu Wei: "...Don't be like this, I haven't lived enough."
Xie Qingling: "..."
Forget it, even if it’s humiliating, at least I saved my life.
Rong Jiao is already a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Who can stop him as long as he wants to do it?
The old affection has long since faded away.
Force people to practice the ruthless way, cut open the glass bones, take their blood, and throw them into the cave of ten thousand demons.
These are one by one, one by one.
All of this pierced Xie Qingling's heart. She took out a bottle of pills, stuffed it into Fu Wei's hand, and said, "Since you don't want to tell me the truth, I will investigate it myself. But before that, you have to stay alive. Do you understand?"
Fu Wei said, "Don't save me, save Ji Guang instead."
Xie Qingling was a little uncertain now: "Do you really like Jiguang?"
Fu Wei: "Yes, so please save him first."
Xie Qingling really didn't know what to feel for a moment.
"What on earth are you thinking?"
Fu Wei said, "The hundreds of immortal sects hate me to the core and won't care if I live or die. Rong Jiao won't let me go either. But Ji Guang is different. He is the Sword Master who cares about the world. Now that the cultivation world is declining, the hundreds of immortal sects will be willing to save him."
Xie Qingling called out to him in grief, and took his hand: "Fuwei, I understand... You have to take care of yourself, okay?"
Fu Wei's fingers moved slightly, his eyes sharp for a moment, but then he pretended to be reluctant: "I know."
Xie Qingling said nothing and turned away.
He had a solution. Maybe it couldn't help him escape, but it would definitely save Jiguang.
As long as Jiguang is rescued, Feng Chixue will be waiting outside to support him and catalyze Jiguang's cultivation, and he will not have to be restricted. At that time, the worst that can happen is that he will fight to the death, and he will always find a chance to escape.
Then find a way to dig out Jiguang's heart.
Without the backlash curse, he can survive the heavenly thunder tribulation. By then, he will also be at the tribulation period. He will definitely make Rong Jiao, that brat, pay attention!
Just as Fu Wei was getting more and more excited, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up, and a gloomy breath suddenly stuck to his back, and the cold breath sprayed on his earlobe, making his smile freeze instantly, and even his breathing couldn't help but restrain.
It’s Rong Jiao.
Rong Jiao hugged Fu Wei from behind and said nonchalantly, "Master seems very happy."
Fu Wei said dryly, "It has nothing to do with you."
Rong Jiao sneered: "It seems that Master really loves Jiguang Sword Master."
Fu Wei froze: "What do you want to do?"
Rong Jiao said, "How about I have him killed right now?"
Fu Wei: "I did it. If you have the guts, come at me. Why are you taking it out on others?"
Rong Jiao sneered: "Master is so popular, and I haven't had enough of the taste of sex. How can I bear to take it out on Master?"
At this moment, a paper crane carrying a message suddenly flew in from outside the hall.
Rong Jiao moved his fingers, and the paper crane carrying the message turned into a line of words.
It was the Eastern Territory Lord Helan Qin who hosted a Red Dust Banquet and invited Rong Jiao.
Rong Jiao changed the subject and instantly became interested.
"Master, do you want to go?"
Fu Wei: "No."
Rong Jiao: "As long as Master follows me, I won't touch him. How about that?"
That place is not only full of good and bad people, it is simply extremely horrible!
The demons are lustful and have always been unruly and unrestrained. Naturally, their banquets are not like those of the immortal sects, where people chat and ask questions.
Everyone who attends the Red Dust Banquet will bring their own lover or male favorite. When they feel like it, they will pick up their guns and start doing it in public. It is normal for everyone to cheer them on. If they are more crazy, they will even exchange lovers with others, and it is possible for several people to do it together.
Fu Wei has been traveling between the immortal and demon worlds for many years. Although he doesn't have many friends, this Lord of the Eastern Territory happens to be Feng Chixue's lover. Although he has never met him, he really knows him.
And just now, Xie Qingling wrote the three words "Red Dust Banquet" on the palm of his hand.
He was just wondering how he could get Rong Jiao to take him there.
Now it seems that someone really gave me a pillow when I was sleepy.
But he couldn't pretend to be willing.
Seeing that Fu Wei was silent, Rong Jiao laughed: "It seems that Master doesn't like Ji Guang very much. He doesn't even want to do this."
Fu Wei: "Change it."
Rong Jiao: "No."
Fu Weiqi's face flushed red, and after a long while he said, "Okay."
Rong Jiao's eyes darkened. He pinched Fu Wei's chin and asked, "Don't you want to think about it again? Fu Wei, do you know where that is?"
I really agreed, but I was unhappy again.
He's really moody.
Fu Wei mocked, "I know, but so what? What's the difference between me staying here and staying there? Aren't we both being forced to submit to others? What difference does it make whether it's you or someone else?"
"Good, good, good! Fuwei, you are really good!"
Rong Jiao sneered, raised his hand and tore Fu Wei's gorgeous brocade robe into pieces.
Fu Wei hurriedly covered it: "What are you doing?!"
Rong Jiao: "Didn't anyone tell you? A male concubine can't wear so many clothes. Since Master wants to go so much, then of course I will take Master to have some fun."
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and the demon servant immediately brought him a red gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing.
The gauze dress is radiant and the fabric is silky and light, but it cannot hide the fact that it is cool and revealing.
Fu Wei had never dared to imagine wearing such clothes before.
Forget it, just endure the calm for a while, and when he recovers his strength, he will definitely beat Rong Jiao so badly that even his father won’t recognize him.
Rong Jiao looked down at Fu Wei and did not force her to put it on immediately. He was waiting for Fu Wei to say that he regretted it and to beg him for help.
But Fu Wei didn't. Apart from the initial disbelief and anger, she didn't have any other emotions and seemed to accept the fact quickly.
Rong Jiao was really angry to death. She gritted her teeth, took the gauze dress and threw it at Fu Wei.
"Since Master likes it so much, just wear it yourself."
Fu Wei really untied her belt and put on her clothes in front of Rong Jiao.
Just as he thought, it was extremely revealing. The chest was very open, revealing the delicate collarbone and a small part of the chest. The hem was very long, but the slits on both sides went down to the knees.
As she walked, her jade-white calves appeared and disappeared, covered by the veil and then revealed again. On her slender ankles, two sparkling rubies hung on the red anklets, jingling. Even her belt was just a thin palace belt tied loosely around her waist.
Seeing this scene, Rong Jiao almost went crazy!
Not to mention taking Fu Wei out like this, just thinking about the group of vile and shameless monsters in the demon world seeing Fu Wei like this and looking at her with greedy eyes, he wanted to dig out their eyeballs.
Fu Wei remained calm and didn't reveal too much. At least he covered what needed to be covered. Besides, he was a man, so being seen wouldn't hurt him. At worst, he could kill the blind demons later.
"Rong Jiao, please don't lie to me."
Okay, okay, okay!
Since Fu Wei doesn't care about being humiliated like this, why should I meddle in other people's business?
Rong Jiao pinched his chin, smiling wryly: "Fu Wei, I promise you won't be able to cry anytime soon."
…
"I heard that the Demon Emperor has kidnapped the Sword Lord and imprisoned him in his bedroom, torturing him daily?"
"What do you mean by daily torture? I think it's daily revelry! The Sword Lord is so handsome, even more so than the most beautiful woman in the Three Realms. With such a stunning beauty beside him, who cares about hatred and love? Tie him up and revel every day!"
"Yes, yes. If I could defeat Fu Wei, I would also like to taste what this Sword Master is like."
"What I'm saying is, if the Demon Emperor comes with his men today, can I exchange this thing in my arms with His Majesty?" A great demon held the nine-tailed fox boy in his arms and laughed obscenely.
Everyone laughed and urged him to try it.
All of this was heard by Fu Wei and Rong Jiao who were outside the palace.
Fu Wei had a cloak on his body that covered his entire body. It was given to him by a demon servant before he left. Fu Wei put it on and Rong Jiao acquiesced.
Seeing that Fu Wei remained indifferent, Rong Jiao sneered and pulled her into the palace.
Fu Wei staggered behind Rong Jiao, and the hall full of laughter and joy suddenly fell silent. The demons hurriedly stood up to greet Rong Jiao, but they kept glancing at Fu Wei's beautiful face with their eyes full of obsession.
Except for one person.
Over there is Helan Qin, Lord of the Eastern Territory.
Helan Qinsheng was a handsome and well-mannered man. Seeing Rong Jiao coming, he hurried to the main seat to greet him: "Greetings to His Majesty the Demon Emperor, Lord Sword Lord, please take a seat!"
Fu Weiwei raised an eyebrow slightly.
All the demons in the room were drooling over him, with obscene and disgusting expressions. This Helan Qin not only behaved and spoke politely, but also respectfully called him the Sword Lord.
He is worthy of being the person Feng Chixue likes.
Rong Jiao pulled Fu Wei to sit in the main seat without hesitation, pinched his waist, forced him to sit on his lap, and let him fall limp in his arms. Even his face was covered by Rong Jiao's wide sleeves.
"Stand up."
The demons showed regretful expressions.
Fortunately, the sadness did not last too long. For a while, there was singing and dancing, wine and women, and hot singing girls swayed on the stage. The various male favorites and beauties in her arms were fed wine in turn, and some of them even kissed each other uncontrollably.
The scene was in chaos.
The wine emboldened the cowards, and the group of demons who were originally a little reserved completely let go, and even boldly coveted Fu Wei in Rong Jiao's arms.
"Your Majesty, don't you hate the Sword Master for dissecting your bones and pushing you into the Ten Thousand Demons Cave?"
Rong Jiao's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Yes, yes. He has become your Majesty's forbidden male concubine anyway. Now that he's at this banquet, why don't you humiliate him?"
Rong Jiao tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, and said with a forced smile, "Oh, how do you want me to humiliate him?"
"Why don't you get naked and let him give his family a dance?"
"What do you know? It's not good to dance naked. It looks good only when you're half-exposed!"
"Hahahaha, the one that Sword Lord is wearing is pretty good, but don't wear anything underneath. Just wear the cloak. When you dance, it will surely make people mesmerized."
More and more filthy and obscene words echoed in the hall. The demons were very interested and looked at Fu Wei like hungry wolves staring at fat meat, wishing they could peel off his skin!
Rong Jiao chuckled at this. He forced Fu Wei in his arms to lift her chin and look at him. "What do you think of this proposal, Lord Sword Lord?"
Dancing, are they even worthy? If it were before, he would have already swung his sword, chopped these demons into pieces, gouged out their eyeballs and stomped on them.
But it doesn't work.
He still needs the help of these sex maniacs to escape.
Fu smiled: "Okay."
Rong Jiao was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and the air pressure around him dropped to freezing point. Not to mention Fu Wei, even the big demons who were drunk and had red faces and were making a fuss fell silent, looking at Rong Jiao on the stage with trembling eyes.
Rong Jiao seemed to be so angry that she laughed, and she kept saying: "Very good, very good, very good!!!"
Rong Jiao felt pain from being pinched, and he stiffened his neck and said nothing.
Rong Jiao said, "In that case, let Sword Master dance for everyone to liven up the atmosphere."
As he said that, he pushed Fu Wei out.
Fu Wei glanced at those obscene demons lightly and smiled suddenly. It was as if thousands of peach blossoms bloomed in an instant, as bright as the scorching sun in the sky, causing people to gasp and stare at Fu Wei intently, not daring to blink.
Fu Wei said nothing, but with her fair white fingers, she lightly lifted the cloak, and it slipped off her shoulders and landed at her feet.
She walked down from the main seat step by step, her glittering gauze dress swaying with her steps, revealing her graceful calves. Her feet, as white as mutton-fat jade, stepped on the black jade steps, so white that they were dazzling. The two rubies looked like two drops of blood.
Everyone's eyes almost popped out of their heads, they forgot to breathe, and their faces turned red from holding their breath.
Only Rong Jiao, who was sitting on the main seat, had bloodshot eyes. He almost couldn't help but stand up and pull Fu Wei back to his side.
Fu Wei really jumped up, but Lord Sword King had no talent for dancing. It was called dancing, but it was basically sword dancing. There was no softness or charm at all, but rather elegant and sharp.
However, Fu Wei didn't really want to perform, but just pretended to jump twice, and then accidentally fell into Helan Qin's arms.
This unexpected incident startled Rong Jiao so much that he stood up immediately and looked at Fu Wei and Helan Qin with sharp eyes.
Helan Qin didn't move, and there was no surprise in her eyes. She just asked with concern: "Master Jianjun, are you okay?"
Fu Wei frowned and pretended to be uncomfortable, saying, "Lord, I seem to have twisted my foot and I can't seem to get up."
Helan Qin: "Then let me show you?"
Helan Qin's hand touched the ruby anklet on Fu Wei's ankle, and her lowered brows were full of respect and reverence.
The other demons looked jealous.
Helan Qin: "Is this okay?"
"Okay." Fu Wei whispered with a hint of bewitching in her voice, "Lord Territory Lord, you are so kind to me. I feel so bad. I don't want to go back with the Demon Emperor. I want to stay by your side. Can you go find the Demon Emperor and ask him to bring me over?"
Helan Qin refused: "Master Sword Lord, please be careful with your words..."
Rong Jiao was furious when he heard this: "Help Wei!!!"
Helan Qin was so frightened that she quickly pushed Fu Wei away: "Please, Lord Sword Master, stop talking nonsense!"
Fu Wei smiled and said, "How could I be talking nonsense? Isn't this the rule of the Red Dust Banquet?"
The demons were ready to make a move.
Fu Wei stood up, his eyes glowing with a strange blue-purple color, like a whirlpool, sucking everyone in with just one glance. The tail of his voice was drawn out, with a bewitching and seductive flavor.
"As long as one of you takes me away from the Demon Emperor, I will be willing to follow you back and be your male favorite."
The demons sat there blankly, secretly gripping their swords.
Fu Wei continued to exaggerate, saying with a smile, "There are so many of you, but there is only one Demon Emperor, and he's less than two hundred years old. If you can defeat him, I will also tell you his weaknesses. After all, you have to know that I was once his master. I know everything. Don't you want me? Don't you want to be the Demon Emperor?"
As expected, the demons suddenly stood up, surrounded Rong Jiao's throne, and stared at Rong Jiao with a covetous look.
Before Rong Jiao could make a move and catch Fu Wei, the culprit who caused the trouble, Fu Wei said again:
"If you want, stab him in the spine with a sword. That's his weak spot."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the demons could no longer hold back and attacked Rong Jiao!
The entire Red Dust Banquet fell into chaos. Fu Wei curled her lips into a smile and hummed softly. Amid the noise, Fu Wei took out her robes and put them on. She looked at Helan Qin across the crowd, nodded slightly, and then her body turned into a streak of light and disappeared in the Red Dust Banquet.
Countless big demons surrounded Rong Jiao, and seeing Fu Wei escaping, Rong Jiao had a cold smile on his face, and the demonic energy in his body surged out, strangling the big demons in an instant. The next second, there was a loud bang, and all the big demons were knocked away, rolling on the ground in a mess, some dead and some injured.
Looking at the ruby anklet on the ground, Rong Jiao laughed in anger: "Very good, very good, Fu Wei, don't let me catch you, I will definitely make you pay!"
Rong Jiao's body turned into a ball of black gas and rushed straight to the place where Fu Wei left!
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