The cold light came with the heavy pressure of the magic cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage. Ning Ning was stunned by the eyes that suddenly opened. When she realized something was wrong, she was already unable to dodge.

The light sword came and went without a trace, as fast as lightning, but in the blink of an eye it solidified and pointed directly at her chest.

Suddenly, her left arm was pulled hard by someone, and Ning Ning's whole body fell to the side uncontrollably. In a flash, the light sword passed by her shoulder.

The man was very strong, and she lost her balance in a trance and fell directly into his arms. A fresh wood fragrance blew in her face, exactly the same as the smell on her body.

Pei Ji's body was obviously stiff, and then he loosened her arm. When he spoke, Ning Ning could feel his chest shaking: "...Excuse me."

Ning Ning took a step back and thanked him. She heard Meng Jiaqi, who was not far away, said in surprise: "Young City Lord?" After

a pause, he realized that something was wrong and raised his voice suddenly: "No, you are not the Young City Lord... Who are you?"

"Can't you guess my identity?"

Xuanye sat up lazily, with a playful smile in his eyes. He raised his right hand to his ear and pulled hard, tearing off a human face: "I wanted to pretend for a while, I didn't expect to be seen through directly... It seems that you are not as smart as that swordsman girl."

The human mask was taken off, and the demon king who was so powerful hundreds of years ago finally showed his true face.

Maybe it was because he had not seen the sun for too long, his skin was almost weirdly white, as if there was not a single blood vessel in his body, and it was covered with a layer of skin made of thin white paper. There was a rebellious and violent look between his eyebrows, which made people feel cold at a glance.

Qin Chuan was instantly furious: "Then where is our young city lord? It's you lying on the bed... Where did the young city lord go?"

Xuanye raised his eyebrows, as if he remembered something very happy, and couldn't help laughing. While laughing, he took out something from his arms and threw it on the ground without mercy.

Meng Jiaqi and Qin Chuan took one look at it and their scalps went numb.

It was a crystal clear green token with three big characters "City Lord's Order" written in the ancient Kalan script. This token cannot be faked. It should have appeared on the real young city lord Jiang Si, but now it was thrown out by Xuanye——

"You are talking about Jiang Si? He died a long time ago."

He smiled and bent his eyes, with a happy light flashing in his blood-red pupils: "How long has Jialan City been sleeping? More than three hundred years! You don’t know, when I found him, Jiang Si had become a lonely skeleton, his clothes were rotten, and only this sign was still there."

After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh: "Poor, pitiful! All the elders who trusted him wholeheartedly betrayed him, and the tribesmen could not escape the fate of being besieged by me. Tell me, Jiang Si fought for his life, but what did he get in the end?"

Meng Jiaqi gritted his teeth: "You bastard!"

"You are the daughter of Elder Meng, right? He once told me about you."

Unexpectedly, Xuanye laughed instead of getting angry, with a hint of arrogance in his tone: "I heard that you are stubborn and never listen to him. Now it seems to be true - he said that the wicked daughter is no longer useful, and I can deal with her as I please. It is really a father-daughter relationship, and the father-daughter relationship is deep."

Meng Jiaqi secretly clenched her fists, and a trace of blood came out of her lips.

"My affairs cannot be known to the Xuanxu Sword Sect."

The man got out of bed barefoot, his black hair like a waterfall swaying left and right with his movements, and the sneer at the corner of his lips became more and more obvious: "A sword cultivator in the Jindan period... the taste of soul should be good." As

the words fell, the devilish aura suddenly appeared.

The thick, pure black aura condensed and rose up, like a raging tide, filling the entire room in an instant. The strong sense of oppression was invisible, as if the air had turned into a sticky gel, making it hard to breathe.

"His current strength should be at the Yuan Infant Mahayana."

Zheng Weiqi was the only Yuan Infant cultivator among the group, and she immediately said in a low voice: "Get out of this room!"

Xuanye smiled softly when he heard it.

The demonic energy was overflowing, as if it was wrapped around something that could break out at any time, constantly expanding and shaking violently, and would suddenly explode in the next moment.

And that was exactly what happened.

The surging black tide burst in an instant under the blessing of spiritual power. The intertwined demonic energy seemed to have gathered a thousand pounds of strength, and every strand contained endless murderous aura, as if thousands of sharp swords were coming from the sky and the earth, rushing towards everyone at the same time.

The house could not withstand such pressure, and cracks appeared on the wooden pillars and white walls. Finally, with a cracking sound, it collapsed.

Above his head was a wall falling down wildly, and beside him was a thousand murderous demonic auras.

Zheng Weiqi protected Qin Chuan and Meng Jiaqi at the first moment, drew her sword and barely shattered the oncoming demonic energy, protecting the two demons with shallow cultivation from dying in vain; Pei Ji cut off a wooden beam that fell from the sky, frowned slightly for some reason, and whispered to Ning Ning: "I'll cover you, let's go."

"I don't want protection."

Ning Ning drew out the Star Mark Sword and paused very briefly: "Let's go together."

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Pei Ji's face was unusually pale, and asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh no, oh no!"

He Zhizhou on the side used thunder magic into the sword, and the tip of the sword pierced into the demonic energy, causing a crackling sound and flashes of lightning.

The precious sword and martial arts he bought with all his money finally came in handy at this moment. He swung the sword and shouted, "I heard that a sudden eruption of too heavy and pure demonic energy will resonate with the surrounding demons. Doesn't Pei Ji also have the blood of a demon cultivator? There must be a conflict between the demonic energy in his body and the sword energy."

Pei Ji's face turned paler and he avoided Ning Ning's sight: "I'm fine."

The level of cultivation in the world of immortals is strict, and there is still a big gap between the three and Xuanye. The demonic energy that covered the sky and the earth rushed over like a dense net, leaving people nowhere to escape.

Pei Ji's condition was getting worse and worse, but he still gritted his teeth and held on, not showing any emotion;

fortunately, Ning Ning's swordsmanship was swift and agile, and the white light of the Star Mark Sword was shining, bringing out sword energy as bright as the stars, as fine as a storm, cutting on the huge net that was coming.

The demonic energy was dense and the attack was fierce. Everyone didn't have time to cut it one by one, and they were more or less cut with blood marks on their bodies. When they finally escaped from the house, they heard a loud bang.

Half of the wall collapsed suddenly under the weight, and Xuanye stood up calmly, soaring into the air from the gap, with his toes standing on the convex corner of the top of the eaves.

His long robe fluttered, an evil wind filled his body, and one corner of his clothing was slowly blown up, revealing the evil spirit that lingered around his ankles and clung to him like a long snake.

Zheng Weiqi was seriously injured in order to protect two powerless demons. Now her white men's clothing was stained with blood, showing a cruel and bloodthirsty beauty.

But she was the well-deserved senior sister of the sword sect after all. She immediately gritted her teeth, grasped the sword, stood up, and jumped to the top of the eaves. The sword shadow split into white light, surrounding her whole body.

Then the sword shadow made a buzzing sound at the same time, and attacked the demon cultivator not far away. The sword energy became the wind, the sword roared like a dragon, and the light and shadow intertwined, shining like daylight.

This is the only true teaching of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, the Ten Thousand Swords Technique.

The Ten Thousand Swords Technique is extremely difficult and is often used by powerful people in the Spiritualization Stage. Xuanye never thought that a little girl could use such a move. He was forced to take a few steps back by the sword lights. After cursing secretly, he activated the magic energy to protect his body, but was still stabbed with long scars.

He did not dare to be careless again and fought with Zheng Weiqi for a while. The latter's cultivation and experience were not as good as his, and he was defeated after a while; Xuanye was also injured and coughed up a mouthful of dark blood.

"You are at the third level of Yuanying, and you dare to fight me?"

The man's eyes became darker, and he sneered, "The remaining few Jindan stage kids, do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

Although he said this, he did not give Ning Ning a chance to choose. A moment later, he leaned over and jumped down from the roof, and walked straight to Ning Ning.

He never liked women who were too smart.

Especially, women who saw through his tricks.

"How about making you an appetizer?"

The young man urged the magic energy in his body while talking. Ning Ning was about to draw her sword, but she was caught off guard and saw another sword blocking her.

It was Pei Ji.

The demonic energy in his body was running rampant, and it was obvious that it was out of control. Although his fingertips were shaking with pain, he still stood in front of her with an expressionless face, and said in a cold voice: "Don't touch her."

"You?"

Xuanye looked him up and smiled disdainfully: "You actually have demonic energy in your body... The sword energy and the demonic energy are fighting in your body. I'm afraid you can't protect yourself now? What, you still want to be a hero?"

Pei Ji didn't respond, and swung his sword down.

His sword energy was as cold as himself, as if it was wrapped in a thin layer of ice and snow, and when it broke through the air, it drew a piece of silver frost-like snow.

Fast and fierce, he used up all the strength in his body, leaving no chance for his opponent to breathe.

Pei Ji's attack became more and more fierce.

This is not a level that ordinary Jindan-stage cultivators can reach. Xuanye finally stopped laughing and used his demonic energy to create a pitch-black long sword.

The two swords clashed, and the two figures were so fast that they were almost impossible to see clearly. The two sword lights, one white and one black, collided suddenly. There were no extra skills, only instincts and killing intent trained in killing.

In this situation, if he tried to help, it would only make things worse. Ningning frowned, her heart pounding.

Pei Ji was almost fighting him with his whole life. His black clothes were completely swallowed by the night. As he moved around, a few drops of blood fell to the ground.

His face was paler than Xuanye's, and it seemed as if a ferocious beast was hidden in his thin and slender body, with ferocity firmly imprinted in his bones.

Black mist like shadows lingered and climbed up the boy's ankles, back and neck one by one. He must have been in great pain, and his back often trembled uncontrollably. But it was this deep pain that gave birth to his endless fighting spirit and prevented him from being distracted.

Xuanye was already very weak, and Zheng Weiqi had consumed a lot of his strength before. After a struggle, he gradually became unable to do anything. But the opponent was as ferocious as a wild dog, leaving him no chance to breathe.

... This kid must be crazy!

According to his fighting style, it is tantamount to wasting his life bit by bit, using his life as a bargaining chip to press him step by step.

Crazy!

Xuanye secretly urged the little spiritual power he had left, and tried his best to attack Pei Ji. The opponent would definitely not be able to dodge this attack, and ordinary sword energy would not be able to pierce it. At that time, this kid would be helpless and could only be stabbed in the stomach.

He secretly showed a determined smile, but in the next moment, his expression suddenly froze.

The young man in front of him was almost completely wrapped in demonic energy, his eyes were as dark as the abyss, and they were turbid because of the pain, and full of terrifying bloodshot. Due to overdrawing his strength, a layer of death quietly covered his entire face, and it seemed that he could die of exhaustion at any time.

On his long sword, the snow-white sword light intertwined with the surging demonic energy, like the overlapping stars and moons, breaking through the layers of demonic energy in an instant -

in a flash, it pierced straight into his lower abdomen!

How could it be?

An unbearable pain came from his abdomen, and Xuanye stared at the boy's eyes in astonishment.

This lunatic! He actually integrated the demonic energy and the righteous sword intent into the sword! Doesn't he worry about going astray and his spiritual energy flowing backwards!

Even though he is an evil cultivator who doesn't follow the ordinary path, he still subconsciously wants to ask: What kind of evil way is this? !

Xuanye lowered his head in disbelief, his facial features twisted into a ball because of pain.

Pei Ji finally couldn't bear the pain of the overflowing demonic energy, half-knelt on the ground, and barely supported his body with his palms.

"Pei Ji!"

Ning Ning's heart was about to rise to her throat, and she ran towards him quickly. Just like the previous few times, he became a bloody man again this time.

...But this time, Pei Ji was protecting her.

"Do you think this is the end?"

Xuanye sneered, and took a long breath in pain, but a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes: "Of course I can't come here alone, and I have secretly set up a trap in a place you don't expect... Do you want to see it?"

He laughed loudly, and he didn't know who he was talking to. He shouted: "Come out!"

As the voice fell, five figures walked out of the dark courtyard at the same time, all with snow-white crane hair, all of them were old men with cloudy eyes, elegant and quiet.

Meng Jiaqi didn't know whether she was angry or afraid, and trembled all over: "This is... the five elders."

One of them glanced at her, raised his chin lightly, and his eyes were full of indifference and contempt. It was Meng Jiaqi's biological father, Meng Qing.

"Why did you lie to me?"

Meng Jiaqi had been kept in the dark for so long that when she saw him for the first time, her eyes could not help but turn red: "Daddy, why did you want to kill the young city lord?"

Meng Qing ignored her, but another elder beside him responded slowly: "Following the Demon Lord can guarantee us a lifetime of glory and wealth, Jiaqi, don't be stubborn anymore."

They are obviously the ones who are stubborn and stubborn!

These elders cannot leave the bottom of the lake, so they don’t know that the great war between immortals and demons has already happened in the outside world. Now that the demons have disappeared, where can they get the glory and wealth ?

"To achieve soul refining and reshape the sea of ​​consciousness, I still need three human souls. I originally planned to kill you all and then take your souls, but now it seems..."

Xuanye licked his lips: "This kid is very powerful, and he is enough - I will break this city today!"

To achieve soul taking, it must be when the target has just died or is extremely weak.

Pei Ji was so badly injured that he must be difficult to resist; after the five-way soul-taking formation controlled by the elders was set up, it only took a short moment to take the soul, and others had no time to stop it.

After he absorbed the boy's spiritual power, plus the countless human souls and demon spirits he had absorbed before, he could not only leave this hellhole, but also continue to dominate the world and be a demon king happily.

The five people answered "yes" in unison, and the soul-capturing magic array moved in response. A few streaks of blood rose into the sky -

but somehow, they suddenly fell heavily at the same time, turning into a soft pool of blood curse at their feet.

There was no soul-capturing and soul-locking as imagined, and there was no blood-colored sky as expected. The spell ended before it was launched, as if nothing had happened.

Four pairs of eyes were full of disbelief, looking in one direction at the same time.

Someone trembled and shouted, "What are you doing...Meng Qing!"

The old man standing in the center of the formation stood alone, and for the first time, a glimmer of clarity appeared in his cloudy eyes. He did not chant a spell, nor did he activate the formation, but smiled faintly at them.

Then he stepped on the blood mark on the ground, and with a slight move, he smeared it into a blood paste of unclear shape.

When the formation was activated, someone stopped arranging the formation halfway, resulting in the failure of the whole game.

It was exactly the same as the scene on the city gate three hundred years ago.

It was like a long-planned revenge.

Xuanye knew something was wrong, and covered the wound caused by Pei Ji.

"Want to break this city?"

An unfamiliar male voice sounded from somewhere, as cold as the winter wind, with a little contemptuous sneer, breaking the deadlock abruptly: "My city, you can't move yet."

Meng Jiaqi widened her eyes in surprise, looked in the direction of the voice, and said hoarsely in her throat: "Young...Young City Lord?"

Ning Ning stood by Pei Ji and raised her head with effort.

A tall figure slowly walked out from the shadows of the trees deep in the path.

The man wore a jet-black robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, as if blending into the surrounding night. When the long-burning lamp gradually illuminated his cheeks, the first thing that caught her sight was the deep red marks at the end of the young man's eyes.

This is a unique mark of the Phoenix Clan.

The real Jiang Si looks the same as the fake face Xuanye wore before, but his temperament is completely different.

Unlike the evil and murderous aura surrounding the demon cultivator, the famous young city lord of Galan City stands like a jade tree, with an indifferent expression that does not show much joy or anger, but a pair of deep and narrow phoenix eyes that hide a sharp aura that breaks through the layers of twilight in an instant.

"Jiang Si..."

Xuanye was startled, then burst into laughter: "I thought you were dead without a burial place, but it turns out that you turned into a turtle and hid! How come Meng Qing is in the same group with you? How did you convince him to join?"

Jiang Si gave him a very shallow smile, and there was no ups and downs in his tone: "Where is the 'convince'? From the beginning, Uncle Meng is my man."

Xuanye's smile finally paused slightly, and the laughter finally stopped.

"From the beginning?"

He squeezed out these words from his throat, and the anger in his eyes became stronger.

If Meng Qing had never been instigated by him, it means that Jiang Si knew that he would be betrayed by the other elders at the city gate three hundred years ago.

In other words, he might have been ready to die with them.

A thought came to Xuanye's mind, and he could not help but be furious.

It stands to reason that Jiang Si had consumed much more spiritual power than him. Even if he was not dead, he would never have woken up before him.

He had been trying his best to find Jiang Si's body since he woke up, and finally found his white skeleton in a corner, so he naturally thought that the man had died in the bitter battle a hundred years ago.

But if Jiang Si had anticipated everything, including the elders' betrayal, Galan's fall, and even everyone losing consciousness and falling into a coma after the impact -

then could he have made preparations in advance and entrusted others to hide him in a safe place after his sleep, waiting for the opportunity to wake up?

Xuanye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his back began to tremble unconsciously: "Could it be that you--"

Jiang Si had no patience to listen to him, and curled his lips coldly: "You finally understand."

Not everyone will abandon benevolence and original intention for glory and wealth.

Meng Qing pretended to agree with Xuanye, and then told Jiang Si about this matter. After thinking for a moment, he suggested: "Young City Lord, the visitor is not kind, I am afraid it will be difficult for us to deal with it. I wonder if we can ask the immortal gate and the family for help to help us."

Jiang Si shook his head: "Xuanye is decisive. Since he has already pulled all the elders, he will attack the city immediately. It will be too late to ask for help from outsiders."

After a pause, he said: "Why don't we use his tricks against him? Although we can't defeat him, we can fight to the death."

Meng Qing was terrified: "Young City Lord...!"

"When the city gates are deployed, I will not focus my spiritual energy on the formation, but will just attack Xuanye. He is rash, and once he believes that I am planning to deploy the formation, he will not put up extra defenses on himself. I will just catch him off guard."

The young man sat at the desk and gently closed the ancient book in his hand. "As for Galan City, I will use up all the remaining spiritual energy to set up a huge barrier in the city to resist. "The people in the city will inevitably be shocked by the collision of my spiritual power with Xuanye, and lose consciousness and fall into a long coma - this is the opportunity for our second step of the plan."

Meng Qing thought for a while, and listened to Jiang Si continue: "My spiritual power is running out, and the coma time will definitely be much longer than Xuanye. In order to prevent him from getting rid of me as soon as he wakes up, Uncle Meng, I need your help."

"After being impacted by the spiritual power of the God Transformation Period, the coma time can be as short as several decades or as long as hundreds of years - but if you take the Gu Shen Pill in advance, you can delay the impact to a great extent."

Jiang Si took out a jade token and handed it to Meng Qing: "This is the city lord's order. Uncle Meng, my spiritual power was damaged and I fell into a deep sleep. The Soul-Fixing Pill is useless to me. You took it before the battle. After waking up, hide me in the dark room under the city lord's mansion, and then find a skeleton of the same size as me... and put the city lord's order on it."

He sighed and said: "It's just hard for you. You have to be a traitor that everyone hates for a while."

This is Jiang Si's plan.

He used Xuanye's plan to alienate him and turned the tables on him, trapping him in a cage created by the flood. Then he used the trick of escaping from the shell like a golden cicada and faking his death to escape. When his strength is restored, he will wait for an opportunity to act and find a way to get rid of him.

"You, you guys!"

Xuanye's face turned pale and blue, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at Meng Qing with eyes full of evil: "You actually lied to me! Liar!"

He felt wronged. The white-haired old man nodded politely: "Demon Lord, weren't you the first one to teach us to lie?"

The soul-catching formation was broken, and Xuanye's last hope was also declared over, not to mention that he met his mortal enemy and found that he had been deceived for three hundred years.

It was a double blow to his body and mind, which successfully turned him into a musical fountain, shouting and spurting black blood from his mouth like a fairy scattering flowers: "Wait, wait! Jiang Si, as long as you promise not to kill me, I will give you the position of Demon Lord!"

Ning Ning wiped the blood stains on Pei Ji's face with a handkerchief, raised her head and looked at him with a smile: "Uncle, times have changed. Don't you know that since the war between immortals and demons, the demons have been slaughtered without a single one left?"

Xuanye's face turned from pale to blue.

Then she continued: "If you go out now, there are only two results. One is to be stabbed into a sieve, and the other is to be caught and exhibited. The theme of the exhibition is called 'The Last Demon'."

Xuanye's face turned from blue to colorful black.

Jiang Si looked indifferent, a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he said in an unquestionable tone: "Apologize to the people of Galan City."

"Apologize?"

The demon cultivator, whose spiritual power was exhausted, snorted lightly, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Dream on!"

The moment the voice fell, the blood red in Xuanye's pupils suddenly deepened, and turned into two red blood beads, the blood color turned and rolled, and there was a faint tendency to explode.

Jiang Si frowned slightly and raised his voice: "Everyone, get down!"

Xuanye's laughter echoed in his ears, and was suddenly cut off by a deafening explosion.

The dense demonic energy was no different from a bomb in the 21st century. The moment it exploded, it set off layers of heat waves and rushed straight in with a thousand-pound force.

Ning Ning protected her body with sword energy and held Pei Ji's head in her arms. His body was as stiff as a sculpture, and he did not move from beginning to end, even his breathing was light.

Jiang Si saw Zheng Weiqi who was seriously injured and fell to the ground at a glance, and protected her under him without hesitation: "Brother, be careful!"

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Xuan Ye knew that he was powerless to resist, and he exploded and died in rage, and the demonic energy he released lingered.

After a long time, Jiang Si barely propped up his body that was pushed to the side of Zheng Weiqi by the air wave, and met her eyes.

The fog was heavy, the shadows were floating, the hero saved the beauty, it was indeed a romantic and passionate scene.

The two pairs of eyes were close at hand, and Jiang Si felt that he had never seen such a curious person in his life.

The handsome young man was silent for a moment, then he opened his thin lips and said with all his earnestness: "Brother, why are your chest muscles so exaggerated?"

Zheng Weiqi's expression paused.

Then he chuckled coldly: "Really?"

He only realized after hearing the voice that this was a girl wearing men's clothes.

"Woman?"

Jiang Si frowned, and finally smiled from the corner of his lips: "Interesting. You just used the Ten Thousand Swords Technique of the Xuanxu Sword School with your Yuanying cultivation, which successfully attracted my attention. I am Jiang Si from Jialan City. Woman, what is your name?"

Zheng Weiqi had no expression on her face.

Ningning took Pei Ji to the medical hall for treatment, and the citizens of Jialan City who heard the news sent all the elders to the interrogation hall.

He Zhizhou tried his best to act like a gossipy little expert who enjoyed eating melons happily. He was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Finally, the plot of the scene under the moon and flowers came.

——But the style of the painting seems to be wrong! Why did the young city lord say such inexplicable lines!

It was like everyone around was acting out a fairy drama seriously, but suddenly a guy who just walked out of a domineering love movie came and started to recite the awkward script seriously.

As for the eldest sister of the Ningning family,

the eldest sister's expression was not right.

He remembered that Ningning said that Zheng Weiqi learned a lot of swear words when she was training at the foot of the mountain. She was an out-and-out little genius of Zaun. Later, she was cursed by her master Tian Xianzi, and she was reluctantly restrained.

As for now, it seems, maybe, I can't control myself.

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"Why don't you answer me? Huh?"

Jiang Si's face was gloomy, as if he understood something: "Want to play hard to get and make me fall in love with you? This trick doesn't work on me. I advise you to put your mind back. I will not fall in love with any woman."

He Zhizhou lowered his head in embarrassment and dug his toes into the soles of his shoes.

Help! Is the famous genius young city lord of Galan City actually like this when he is with women?

A narcissist possessed by the male protagonist of an old-fashioned domineering boss novel? No way, no way?

Meng Jiaqi, who was standing next to him, blushed and kept whispering in his ear: "Young City Lord is so charming and manly! How can someone be like him, exuding a cold and melancholy masculinity all the time?"

He Zhizhou: ...

Were the demons from three hundred years ago so fresh and refined in their aesthetics?

Maybe three hundred years ago, this kind of personality was indeed a pretty good trend, which could attract thousands of girls to shout that he has personality. But if you say it again at this time and place -

it's equivalent to 2050, the first sentence you say when you meet is: "Oh my! You also surf the Internet? Roar, are you a guy or a girl in Phuket?"

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Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Jiang Si, perhaps to save face, forced himself to be tough: "Don't be sentimental, I'm just a little interested in your swordsmanship. Women, everyone cherishes talent. I can give you everything except love."

Zheng Weiqi: "Heh."

Zheng Weiqi pushed him to the ground. Before Jiang Si could react, he lay straight on the ground, his chest against her knees, unable to move: "Using the Ten Thousand Swords Technique once attracted your attention? I can also twist your head off and kick it so that it will be shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and I guarantee that you will miss me forever. Never forget. Can you give me anything except love? One million spirit stones, hurry up! And your hard-earned money for the next eight hundred years, give it to me, give it all to me!"

After a pause, she took a deep breath: "With your little arms and legs, you dare to have such nonsense here? Narcissism like you is simply a rare species, and the degree of your brain problem is comparable to an injustice. Why didn't the immortal world consider using your face as a wall? Even if the cannon is fired at his mother, it will not move in a lifetime."

Her words made Jiang Si speechless. Before her little mouth could finish swearing, Zheng Weiqi's face turned pale.

According to the forbidden spell that Tian Xianzi gave her, as long as she opened her mouth to curse, she would involuntarily do the thing she least wanted to do at this moment.

What she hated the most now was

Zheng Weiqi's expression as if she had just eaten a fly. She raised Jiang Si's chin with a look of ashes, and her tone softened a lot, all turning into an extremely ambiguous sigh: "Man, you are such a annoying little goblin."

What is despair.

This is the deepest despair.

He Zhizhou: ...

Help! Senior sister has become a domineering president herself!

All her actions were beyond Jiang Si's expectations. The latter was restrained by his chin and could not move. After hesitating for a moment, he pretended to be tough and said: "What are you doing? Woman, do you know that you are playing with fire?" Unexpectedly,

Zheng Weiqi's tone was extremely tough, which could be said to be possessed by a domineering president - if you ignore her expression full of disgust and wishing to be reincarnated immediately.

"You actually rejected me? If you want to irritate me, then you succeeded. But don't forget... you have to put out the fire you lit yourself."

It's horrible.

These two people actually talked back and forth, and they were evenly matched. What they said was half a classic template of contemporary domineering literary works. You are worthy of it. Jiang Si's tone was a little weaker: "Don't forget your identity! How can you go so far!"

"Oh?"

Zheng Weiqi gave up resistance and no longer tried to manage her expression. She put on a wicked smile on her face: "I'm afraid that you say no with your mouth, but your body is very honest. So what if I go so far? From now on, only I can bully you, do you know?"

What an unprecedented and extremely greasy line.

What does it mean to defeat magic with magic and defeat greasiness with greasiness.

Jiang Si was shocked.

How could there be a woman in this world who is more evil and crazy than him? With just a few words, she made him speechless!

The once indomitable kingly spirit seemed so vulnerable in front of her, and he became a timid little cuckold.

Somehow, he was a little scared.

He wanted to say so much, woman, don't challenge my limits.

When the words came to his lips, they became a sentence: "It's not what you think, listen to my explanation! I didn't - cough!"

The two levels reversed.

Jiang Si's injuries have not healed, the spiritual energy in his body is weak, and dizziness and coughing are very common symptoms.

When Zheng Weiqi heard this extremely suppressed voice, she frowned immediately, her expression was as fierce as a hellish Shura: "Where is the doctor! Where is the doctor! If you can't cure him, I will bury the people of the entire Galan City with him!"

How domineering, how wanton.

Punching "Woman, you are playing with fire", kicking "You are just a plaything".

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Si knew that he was defeated.

He was defeated completely and without any suspense.

Qin Chuan, with a middle-aged face, poked his head in, full of curiosity: "Brother and sister, what are they doing? Why is Sister Zheng lying on the young city lord?"

He Zhizhou was silent for a moment.

Then, adhering to the principle of nurturing the healthy growth of the flowers of the motherland, he answered very seriously: "They are practicing that... that little jumping frog skill. Have you seen a toad? The movements are not much different."