Meng Jiaqi felt so wronged.

In the plan given by the elders, as a fox, she had a flirtatious nature, wandering back and forth between the truth and lies, keeping this group of stinky swordsmen in the dark from beginning to end.

But when she saw Qin Chuan at this moment, she realized belatedly that it turned out that she was the one who was fooled around, and she was performing a one-man show with laughter.

- Are you guys idle? Huh? Wouldn't it be good to have a fair fight? !

Although she couldn't beat them.

Meng Jiaqi and Qin Chuan cried so much that they almost turned the originally quiet long street into an animal farm, and a ghost-like version of "Funeral in a Dream" could be played at any minute.

But Zheng Weiqi was such a woman who had no sympathy for women. Before the girl's crying stopped, she rushed forward and asked, "Miss Meng, you said that the monsters in the city only take the essence and don't touch the soul. What's going on?"

"What do you mean 'what's going on'?"

Meng Jiaqi took the rabbit from Ningning's hands. The tears in her eyes gathered into two wobbly poached eggs: "I was just about to ask you what's going on! After the essence is taken away, at most the body will be weak and the limbs will be powerless. It will be fine after resting in bed for a few days. How can it be as serious as you said?"

Zheng Weiqi nodded and concentrated, and looked at Ningning very quickly.

"But... the residents in the nearby city were not just robbed of their essence."

He Zhizhou scratched his head, a little confused: "Don't you know? Many people's souls were taken away, and they became zombies who only knew how to attack and didn't know how to communicate and think. When we first met, wasn't this rabbit imitating the appearance of those people?"

For some reason, when they heard the word "soul", Meng Jiaqi and the rabbit's expressions were both stunned.

"The elders asked me to do that."

Qin Chuan huddled in Meng Jiaqi's arms, his two furry long ears swaying, and his three-petal mouth opened a small gap when he spoke, The tip of his nose moved as well: "They said there was a plague outside, and almost all the infected people look like that. As long as I act a little more fierce and my eyes look a little more lifeless, I can easily scare you."

Rabbit paused, and explained a little aggrievedly: "The elders forbid us to contact outsiders, and even go to the city. We can only collect essence in the suburbs. So we don't know what it looks like outside the city of Galan."

Zheng Weiqi was stunned: "Elder?"

She thought about it carefully for a while, and her tone finally became much calmer: "It seems that we have a lot of misunderstandings between each other, and we need to sort them out one by one. Can you two tell us what happened in the city of Galan a hundred years ago?" The

surroundings were extremely quiet, and there was no wind.

Therefore, this brief silence seemed particularly long, as if the entire city of Galan was embedded in a motionless ink painting, with only the rippling water waves above the head indicating that time was still flowing slowly.

Meng Jiaqi looked at them timidly and hugged the rabbit in his hand tightly: "You don't know that absorbing souls is not the way for us monsters... Only the evil cultivators of the demon clan who have gone astray will improve their cultivation by refining their souls."

"Demon?"

Zheng Weiqi frowned: "I heard that since the war between immortals and demons, the demon clan has disappeared and there is no trace of them anymore."

"Maybe it's like that in the outside world, but our Galan City sank to the bottom of the lake before the war between immortals and demons."

Meng Jiaqi seemed a little scared, and his thin lips trembled slightly: "If there is a demon cultivator trapped at the bottom of the lake with us... wouldn't we just avoid that war?"

Everyone's eyes were shocked.

Ningning was the most surprised.

What is Meng Jiaqi talking about? Why did a demon cultivator suddenly appear in the plot? This is totally different from the suspense-free monster-killing and leveling-up in the original novel!

It was the same when they encountered the demonized dragon blood tree in the ancient woods last time. Pei Ji had clearly encountered such a life-threatening situation, but the plot never mentioned it.

As for the demon cultivators that Meng Jiaqi mentioned who sank to the bottom of the lake with Galan City -

it seems that as long as the word "demon" is involved, the original novel skips it.

Why is this?

She was dizzy with thoughts, and Meng Jiaqi's voice continued to reach her ears: "Three hundred years ago, the demons were at their peak of power. There were many powerful demon cultivators, and seven of them were evil and powerful. Not only were they violent, but their cultivation methods were also more bizarre than each other - one of them was named 'Xuan Ye', who relied on devouring human souls and demon spirits and transforming them into his own spiritual power."

Ning Ning was even more confused after hearing this.

Didn't they say that all the demons were dead? Where did this setting come from?

"Xuan Ye has entered the stage of transformation. The stronger the cultivation, the higher the requirements for souls. In the past, he only needed to slaughter mortals endlessly. After entering the stage of transformation, the spiritual energy brought by ordinary people's souls is no different from a drop in the ocean. He then set his mind on other high-level cultivators, and... demon cultivators."

"Demon cultivators?"

He Zhizhou seemed to understand something: "Jialan City happens to be a place where demon cultivators live!"

Meng Jiaqi nodded: "That's right. Xuanye approached the young city lord in the past, trying to use the position of the Demon Lord as a bargaining chip to persuade the young city lord to help him set up the Soul Devouring Formation, slaughter all the residents in the city on the day of the great murder, and refine blood and souls with deep resentment. In this way, his cultivation can be improved by leaps and bounds, and it will be difficult to meet an enemy."

Zheng Weiqi said: "Since you are collecting essence for the young city lord, he will definitely refuse."

Until this moment, Meng Jiaqi finally showed a very faint smile at the corner of his mouth, as if It was fatigue, but also admiration and relief: "That's right. You don't know, three hundred years ago, the demons were rampant, and the position of the demon king was unattainable. Countless people and demons competed for it. It was rare for the young city lord to refuse him for the sake of Galan City."

She paused, and a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes: "Xuanye saw that his persuasion was fruitless, so he thought of forcibly attacking the city. He is powerful, and Galan City has always been focused on trade. There are very few masters in the city. Only the young city lord and a few elders are still able to fight."

Thinking of this, the destruction of Galan City is inevitable.

Zheng Weiqi pondered for a long time, gripped the hilt of the sword and said angrily: "This is too arrogant! Is there no one from the upright immortal sect who can help?"

"At that time, the situation was dire and the Immortal Sect was already busy and exhausted. In addition, Xuanye only took less than half an hour to attack the city, so how could anyone come to help?"

Meng Jiaqi shook her head: "In order to defeat Jialan as quickly as possible, Xuanye used the Water Dragon Technique to attack the city. The Young City Lord and the elders set up a formation on the city gate to resist, but they didn't expect that--"

She bit her lip subconsciously and took a deep breath: "The Young City Lord's spiritual power was exhausted and the formation was broken. He used his remaining strength to build the barrier above his head. The citizens of Jialan were affected by the collision of the two opposing spiritual powers and lost consciousness for a while; Xuanye was seriously injured in the fight and should have been trapped at the bottom of the lake. He has not been seen since then."

These words sounded like a very ancient story.

Ning Ning's heart was moved when she heard them, and she whispered, "So now the demons in the city are gradually awakening, and in order to repay the young city lord's kindness, they followed the elders' arrangement and went to collect essence for him."

She smiled and said, "Miss Meng, what method did the elders ask you to collect essence?"

Meng Jiaqi was still in the shadow of her, and she shuddered slightly when she heard the words, and her pupils shrank almost reflexively.

"Use this."

She took out a blood-red rope from her pocket. Zheng Weiqi beside her blurted out: "Soul-locking rope! This is something that evil cultivators carry with them. How did those old antiques get it?"

"Isn't there a demon lord who escaped the net?"

Ning Ning's eyes sank slightly, but her tone was still lightly smiling: "There are actually two points in the story told by Miss Meng that are worth pondering."

Pei Ji glanced at her and drooped his eyelashes lazily again.

"First, since the young city lord has the strength to severely damage Xuanye, why did the formation for defending the city suddenly fail? It can only be that something went wrong with the people other than him, and the young city lord knew that he could no longer support the formation, so he made a desperate effort and attacked Xuanye with all his strength."

"Secondly, as a dignified Demon Lord, Xuanye must have made full preparations if he wanted to attack the city. How could he come alone without any preparation? Since he has no helpers with him, it can only be--"

Ning Ning raised her eyes and smiled, her dark pupils were like falling stars, which stunned Meng Jiaqi slightly: "Hidden in Galan City."

Meng Jiaqi's scalp tingled when he heard this, and the rabbit in his arms was even more confused, with disbelief on his face.

"Since you heard the whole story from the elders, they had plenty of time to make up lies. It's not hard to see that the real story is like this."

Ning Ning said, "Xuan Ye failed to seduce the young city lord, so he set his sights on the elders. Miss Meng said before that the demon clan was at its peak in those days, and few people would refuse the protection and gifts of the demon lord. It's better to enjoy glory and wealth in the demon clan than to work hard in a small city. No matter what the process was, they agreed."

The barrier exuded a faint cold light, like a huge piece of white jade, covering the entire city with a cold tone that was no different from death.

Meng Jiaqi secretly clutched the edge of her skirt, her heart grim.

Ning Ning continued.

"The young city lord would never have thought that he would give up his future and even his life for this city, but the elders he trusted the most would betray him. When the city gate formation was completed, they might attack together, or they might give up the formation at the same time. In any case, he would quickly understand his situation, so he would simply give up the formation and gamble his life's cultivation to fight Xuanye to the death."

"So, the elders' purpose of deceiving the citizens of Jialan this time was not to wake up the young city lord, but..."

Zheng Weiqi took a breath and spoke louder unconsciously: "For Xuanye!"

He Zhizhou sighed: "Since the young city lord knew their ulterior motives, he has become an enemy since then. How can a bunch of idiots help him wake up? Thinking about it this way, he is really a bit miserable." It is

indeed miserable.

When he was awake, he tried his best to protect the lives of the monsters in the city, but he was stabbed in the back by his own people; after falling asleep, he could not escape the fate of being used, becoming a puppet in the open, but all the benefits were given to the irreconcilable enemy.

Unfortunately, the monsters in the poor city were fooled around. They risked being discovered by the righteous monks to go out and collect essence, but they became accomplices of murder and made wedding clothes for the enemy.

After hearing this, Meng Jiaqi's face was as pale as paper, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Seeing her like this, Zheng Weiqi rarely softened her voice and whispered in a comforting tone: "Miss Meng, this matter is of great importance. Why don't you take us to find the elder and let us confront him face to face. How about it?"

Meng Jiaqi's eyes were bloodshot, and a flash of scarlet hatred flashed across her eyes. She gritted her teeth and nodded heavily.

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The Xingji Pavilion where the elder was was empty.

They were also affected by the spiritual energy in the battle that year, and the young city lord might have killed them. According to Meng Jiaqi's description, they were as weak as an old man with one foot in the ground. That's why they set up a formation and tried to get rid of the Xuanxu Sect by undercover tactics instead of solving the problem head-on.

Now, they must have got the news from somewhere, and when they knew that their lie was exposed, they fled without hesitation.

Xingji Pavilion retains the architectural style of hundreds of years ago. The wooden windows carved with dragon and phoenix patterns are illuminated by the eternal lamp into a light cinnabar red, and the veil is hanging low, silent.

The curl of white smoke rose from the incense burner, like a woman's soft and boneless hands, brushing against the windowsill, the light gauze and the silver-threaded curtains. The fragrance spread to every corner of the house along with the white smoke.

Ningning had been running around for a long time and finally had the chance to sit down and rest. While looking at the surrounding buildings with little interest, Zheng Weiqi asked: "Could they have left Galan City and fled to the shore?"

Meng Jiaqi shook her head: "Miss, you don't know, it is easy to enter Galan City from outside the barrier, but if you want to get out after entering, you have to spend a lot of spiritual power. In their state, they should not be able to leave here."

"So the most likely place for those bosses to go," He Zhizhou became interested, and the long sword at his waist made a buzzing sound, "It should be the lair of that demon king-do we have a chance to kill the demon?"

"We still don't know where Xuanye is. I will tell the awakened demons in the city the truth and ask them to find Xuanye and the elders."

Meng Jiaqi sighed, as if he had used up all his strength today: "Why don't you rest in the city for a while and heal your injuries."

Zheng Weiqi responded with a smile, looking through the window at the shops on the street, and took out the small notebook that recorded his inspiration.

Pei Ji frowned and played with the hilt of the sword, seeming a little impatient, and almost said: Why don't you fight?

... I'm talking about you two!

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So the group rested in the city.

The demons in the city of Galan have been sleeping in the water for a hundred years. After waking up, they rarely come into contact with the outside world. Therefore, they are all too simple and honest, as if they just traveled through a children's cartoon.

Ningning was taken by several enthusiastic little girls to choose new clothes, and then took a comfortable hot bath. Thinking about it, she always felt upset.

Since she came to this world, she has believed that everything is in the book. Unexpectedly, there was a big accident like He Zhizhou, and now the plot is running out of bounds and running all the way on the road of collapse.

This is really not a very pleasant experience.

Now it seems that whether or not to continue to trust the original work and the system in the future... is also a big problem.

Ningning was bored after taking a bath, and because of the turning over and over thoughts in her mind, she couldn't concentrate, so she had to give up thinking and planned to go to the street to relax.

Everyone lives in the guest room of the City Lord's Mansion, separated by only a wall. As soon as she opened the door, she felt a gust of sword wind.

It was Pei Ji practicing sword.

He changed into new clothes, still the same black as the night. The young man was dressed in black and had black hair, but the sword light was as pure white as snow waves, reflecting on his angular profile, illuminating the cold white skin.

There was no wind or sound around, only the white light falling from the barrier, reminiscent of broken waves and floating flowers, pouring down like moonlight, and then cut into scattered points by his sharp sword.

Ning Ning thought seriously, maybe the reason why Pei Ji liked to wear black clothes was because black was rich and would not make his blood look very obvious.

Hearing the creaking sound of her door opening, Pei Ji stopped moving, lowered his eyes and turned around.

Ning Ning seldom had contact with Pei Ji alone.

There was always a layer of transparent film between them, and they were a little unfamiliar with each other's courtesy.

Originally, she had been adhering to the self-cultivation of a vicious female supporting role, and had been deliberately keeping a distance from the male protagonist, but now she has been severely deceived by the system several times -

the original work itself was born with deformities and acquired dysplasia, and it seemed that there was no reason to care about her.

She was about to speak, but unexpectedly Pei Ji spoke first: "Senior Sister."

Ning Ning smiled, and two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks: "It's so late, you are still practicing sword?"

Pei Ji: "Yeah."

After saying this, he didn't know how to continue.

When he was a child, he was locked up in the cellar at home by his mother all day long, and was almost completely isolated from the outside world. Later, when he grew up, he joined the Xuanxu Sect, but was excluded because of his demon bloodline. There were very few people who were willing to get close to him, let alone the so-called "making friends".

For Pei Ji, it was easier to fight monsters of higher levels in a life-or-death situation than to chat.

He couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Annoyed with himself.

"Don't give up, Pei Xiaoji!"

Cheng Ying screamed in his heart: "Come on, I'll give you some advice! Just say that, that - Senior Sister, let's have a sword fight!"

This is a sword that has been single since birth.

At its level, it is estimated that it has basically said goodbye to being single.

"Didn't you go to heal your wounds with Senior Sister Zheng?"

Ning Ning took a step towards him with a little curiosity, and caught a glimpse of the bloodstains on Pei Ji's face and neck. She frowned, not knowing what she was thinking of: "It's so strange, why are you covered in wounds every time I see you?"

- In the novel she was reading, Pei Ji, the male protagonist, had a smooth journey and rarely encountered any setbacks. However, he turned into a bloody corpse every time these times, and it was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at.

"It's just a minor injury. It's nothing serious."

He answered without hesitation. Cheng Ying in his mind sighed, "Wrong, wrong. You should have acted in pain to get her attention. You're so stubborn. You might as well be alone for the rest of your life."

It spoke more and more vigorously, laughing as it spoke, "Listen to me. Suddenly, you half-kneel on the ground with your hands on your chest. Try to squeeze out a few tears. Then, with a trembling voice, you tell her pitifully: Senior Sister, Jiji hurts. Hehehe! Ningning will surely be soft-hearted with red eyes. She will pick you up and bring you into the room. Then you can use some tricks, hmm, ah, this and that, hehehe!"

Pei Ji: ...

"When you were injured, did you never apply medicine?"

Ningning stood at the door and looked into the house. Her fair face was stained with a few strands of red by the candlelight. The corners of her slightly raised mouth were like spring water filled with peach blossoms.

Then she turned her head and pointed at her right cheek: "You are bleeding here. There is medicine in my room, do you want to use it?"

Cheng Ying went completely crazy, and the top sword of the generation turned into a crazy psychopathic sword: "Use it, use it! Tell me you can and you want it! Pei Ji, if you refuse, I will recite the Diamond Sutra and the Great Compassion Mantra to you every night, and recite "365 Days with Zhenxiao Sword Master" to you every morning!"

Pei Ji was annoyed by it, and just when he was about to frown, he caught a glimpse of the little girl's beautiful and gentle smile under the candlelight, and his annoyance suddenly disappeared somehow.

He couldn't explain what his mood was at that moment. He pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then answered in a very low voice: "...Thank you, senior sister."

The layout of the guest rooms was roughly the same. When he stepped into Ningning's room, Pei Ji smelled a faint scent of tree leaves.

They both took a shower, and inevitably had the same scent from Galan City on their bodies. It was a very wonderful feeling, as if the scent of tree was connected to the scent of tree, eliminating the barrier between the two.

Pei Ji's annoyance quietly dissipated, and he lowered his head and didn't look around.

It is not appropriate to look directly at a woman's bedroom, and he always understood this.

"Sit on the chair and don't move."

Ningning gently tapped his cheek with a handkerchief to wipe away the blood that oozed out after the wound opened again.

Her movements were cautious, and even though the force was very light, Pei Ji could still feel the gentle touch of the girl's round fingertips through the thin handkerchief.

He had a blank expression on his face, but in fact he had already held his breath.

... She said she came to apply medicine, but she never said that she was the one who applied the medicine for him.

"You were so fierce when you deceived Meng Jiaqi before."

Ning Ning's tone was filled with laughter: "If I were her, I would definitely be scared."

Cheng Ying hissed: "I told you a long time ago to be gentler!"

Pei Ji laughed to himself, his eyes darker, and he responded nonchalantly: "Senior Sister, I didn't deceive her."

His personality was originally very bad, and he was never likable.

Cheng Ying: It's over.

It's over, it's over! Does this brat know how to chat? Every sentence he says is really leading the topic to a dead end! Please just answer "Hmmmm"!

He was very nervous and looked at Ningning with great despair.

But the little girl was not angry at all. Instead, she burst out laughing, her almond eyes curved into a small crescent shape: "Really? That's great."

Chengying fell silent.

As Ning Ning spoke, she dipped her fingers in ointment and raised her eyes to look at the scratches on his face.

He had rarely had such close contact with anyone, and when the girl's soft fingertips landed on his cheek, Pei Ji was reminded of the warm summer breeze.

Ning Ning's fingers were warm and soft, and the ointment was cool and refreshing. When she gently applied it up and down, it caused a slight stinging pain, as if there were tiny electric currents flowing through the blood vessels.

... How strange.

Pei Ji's throat moved slightly, and he turned his eyes away from her.

He heard Ning Ning say, "Everyone has a different personality. If you were really like the heroes in the novels, you would be too righteous and not real. It's good to be like this now, you have flesh and blood, and you are cute."

This is what she really thinks.

In the original novel, he is like a tool to punish evil and eliminate evil, and to break through levels and beat bosses. There is no joy, anger, sorrow or happiness in the whole novel. He is just a moving iceberg of pretentiousness, and he is the kind of thief Long Aotian.

Pei Ji now is a little miserable, a little arrogant and a little poisonous, like a thorn. Compared with the previous one, he is really cute.

Chengying heard this and was quiet for a long time.

When she spoke again, she said with a hint of tears, like when my mother married off her daughter: "Pei Xiaoji."

Pei Ji hummed in his heart.

"If I were you, I would fall in love with her at that moment. Who can not like Ningning?"

Chengying said sadly: "Do you know that I hate you like a stone?"

Pei Ji ignored it.

Pei Ji's face was covered with only a few minor scratches. Ningning was satisfied after applying the medicine. She was about to say a few words when she suddenly heard a conversation in the yard outside the house.

She looked out through the window and saw Zheng Weiqi, who was walking in the front, and He Zhizhou, Meng Jiaqi and Qin Chuan, who were chattering.

He Zhizhou saw her and grinned: "You two are still talking at night with candles? Come out quickly, there are many interesting gadgets in Sister Zheng's storage bag!"

Ning Ning also smiled: "I know!"

She stood up and prepared to go out, but saw Pei Ji motionless, so she lowered her head and stopped.

The girl's black hair was wet by the long-burning lamp, and the candlelight climbed up her white cheeks and black pupils. Ning Ning hooked her finger at him, and her voice was as light as a cat: "Come on."

He sat in the house with dim candlelight, and the reflection of the trees outside the window fell straight down, covering a layer of dark shadows.

Ningning stood under the eternal lamp, as if she had gathered all the hazy yet bright colors in the world, and she waved her finger at him with a smile.

Her throat was dry as never before. Pei Ji blinked helplessly and replied to her softly, "Yeah."

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"This is called flower-scented lip balm. It's completely different from the previous lip balms. It's non-toxic and harmless, and you can even eat it. It's definitely a must-have for home and travel. You'll get what you pay for."

Zheng Weiqi spoke eloquently, making the two demons' eyes light up: "And this! A secret silver hairpin. There's a poisonous needle hidden in the hairpin. Wear it, and you can be a charming and charming beauty from the country of disaster, or a serpentine beauty wandering on the edge of darkness. How about it, are you tempted?"

She couldn't stop talking, and suddenly heard Qin Chuan's strong middle-aged male voice: "What is this?"

Zheng Weiqi smiled and turned her head.

The smile suddenly froze.

She had given them a bunch of things at random before. Qin Chuan looked around and picked out a book with a goose-yellow cover.

On the cover was a string of big words: "365 Days with Zhen Xiao Jian Zun".

Qin Chuan had already opened it and started reading.

He also used a very standard, childish broadcast voice to read:

[Zhen Xiao exerted all his strength and the long dragon suddenly penetrated three inches. He moved forward and backward, moved left and right, like a strong wind and heavy rain, and the jade core was swaying, as if the rain was blown away by the wind.]

Ning Ning: !!!

Senior sister! What kind of book is this!!!

Zheng Weiqi's scalp tingled and her skull felt like it was rising to the sky. She hurried forward a few steps and tried to snatch the book from his hand.

However, Qin Chuan was tall and strong, and he raised his hand lightly and put the book out of her reach.

"Sister Qi, what does this mean?"

He felt that the words were awkward and difficult to pronounce, and he didn't know many human characters, so he turned to another page with a little curiosity.

[Zhen Xiao exerted great force, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood. The self-control that he was proud of was shattered in front of this woman. With bloodshot eyes, he murmured: "Are you willing to admit your mistakes, huh? What are you going to use to pay me back for what you owe me? Huh?"]

Ningning was almost brainwashed by that "hmm".

This is not the protagonist of a romance novel, he is just an electric motor that keeps humming.

"It's over, it's over."

Meng Jiaqi's body was stiff, and she lowered her voice: "Qin Chuan was just a child of seven or eight years old before he fell asleep. I didn't expect him to become like this when he woke up - he is still just a child, you must not lead him astray!"

It turned out that this was a mirror version of Detective Conan, the body has grown old, but the mind is still the same.

- This is too miserable! No wonder his words and deeds always look weird!

Zheng Weiqi is worthy of being a sales expert. She bit the bullet and went up to explain: "This, this is practicing swordsmanship! Aren't we sword practitioners? Look at that 'Long Dragon', it is the name of the sword of Zhenxiao Sword Master."

Danger, Zhenxiao Sword Master, danger.

If he knew that her beloved sword was called "Long Dragon", you would be dead, senior sister!

"Right, right, right!"

He Zhizhou was the best at making up stories: "These two people practiced swordplay in the wind and rain, and cut off all the stamens. You see, that 'forward advance and backward advance' is exactly a sword move of the Xuanxu Sword School, famous, famous-"

Ningning followed up: "It's called 'rain and wind swordplay'."

Qin Chuan nodded.

He turned the page again and read aloud:

[Zhen Xiao was furious, and pulled out several dark brown long whiskers as thick as a child's arm from behind, tying her up so that she couldn't move.

The long whiskers were scattered, and each root went into the flesh. The long dragon went in and out, rolling back and forth, with pain and joy at the same time, and the sound of orioles chirping on the side of her was overflowing with nectar.]

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Ning Ning was stunned, and secretly lit a stick of incense for Zhen Xiao Jian Zun in her heart.

——Help! Why did they even use props! And that "the chirping of orioles and the overflowing of nectar"...

This author is no longer a "genius", she is a ghost!

Zheng Weiqi tried to control her expression and explained softly: "This is about Zhen Xiao Jian Zun being possessed by an octopus, and tentacles grew from his back, tied up the heroine and did this and that..."

Damn it.

She really couldn't make it up anymore!

"After tying up the heroine, use the tentacles and the long sword to stab her lower abdomen!"

He Zhizhou quickly explained, raising his voice and cutting iron: "Why do you say pain and joy at the same time? The pain is the heart-piercing pain, and the joy is to die in the hands of the one you love. Look at the chirping sound behind, it is actually a poor woman's hallucination before death!"

Qin Chuan suddenly realized: "So that's it!"

It's hard to imagine what the True Sky Sword Master looks like in his mind.

He has tentacles as thick as a child's arm, holding a sword called "Long Dragon", and his greatest hobby is to stab his beloved woman with the sword.

Horror, the ultimate invincible horror.

Qin Chuan was still a child mentally after all. After a moment of curiosity, he threw the yellow-covered book aside and turned to look through other items in his arms.

Ning Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard Pei Ji beside her whispering: "Senior sister, why have I never heard of the rain-beating and wind-blowing sword technique?"

Ning Ning was stunned.

That's right.

Pei Ji grew up with an abusive mother since he was a child. He basically had no contact with other people. What he came into contact with every day was beatings and scolding. Later, when he came to Xuanxu Sect, no one would teach him anything in this area -

male protagonist, what's wrong with you, male protagonist?

Where is your evil charm, arrogance and coldness? How did you become a primary school chicken... no, an egg shell, male protagonist?

He Zhizhou on the side looked at him with horror, as if he was looking at an alien who came to the world of immortals for friendly and peaceful exchanges.

Ning Ning endured the rising heat in her ears and answered with a straight face: "Really? Maybe you entered the field relatively late and didn't have the opportunity to come into contact with it. In fact, it's not a powerful move. It doesn't matter whether you know it or not."

Pei Jiji took the initiative to talk to people. When he got a response, he became more confident. There was even a slight smile in his words. He continued in a deep voice: "Then I will ask Master for advice after I go back. When I have learned something, I will come to learn from Senior Sister."

Zheng Weiqi's expression could no longer be described in human words. Her old face turned red and she was hesitant to speak.

Ning Ning forced a smile: "Yes, we are destined to meet... If we are destined to meet, we can compete again."