Meng Jiaqi feels so wronged.
In the plan given by the elders, she, as a fox, has a seductive nature. She walks 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 she was the one who was being fooled, performing a one-man show by herself with laughter.
——Are you guys free? ah? Wouldn't it be nice to have a fair fight? !
Even though she couldn't beat him.
Meng Jiaqi and Qin Chuan cried so much that they almost turned the originally quiet street into an animal farm, and a ghostly version of "Funeral in a Dream" could be played at any moment.
However, Zheng Weiqi was a woman who had no sympathy for women. Before the crying stopped, she rushed forward and asked, "Ms. Meng, you said that the monsters in the city only take essence and don't touch souls. What's going on?"
"What's going on?"
Meng Jiaqi took the rabbit from Ning Ning, and the tears in her eyes gathered into two wobbly poached eggs: "I was just wondering what happened! After the essence was taken away, at most the body would be weak and the limbs would be powerless. It would be fine after a few days of rest in bed. How could it be as serious as you said?"
Zheng Weiqi nodded and concentrated, then quickly exchanged a glance with Ningning.
"But... the residents of the nearby city didn't just have their essence taken away."
He Zhizhou scratched his head, a little confused: "Don't you know? Many people's souls were taken away, and they became zombies who could only attack blindly 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", both Meng Jiaqi and Tu Zi's expressions froze.
"The elders asked me to do that."
Qin Chuan huddled in Meng Jiaqi's arms, his two long furry ears swaying. When he spoke, his three-petal mouth opened a little, and the tip of his nose moved along with it: "They say there's a plague out there, and almost all the people who are infected look like that. As long as I act a little fiercer and my eyes look a little more lifeless, I can easily scare you."
Rabbit paused, and explained aggrievedly: "The elders forbid us to contact outsiders, and even forbid us to go to the city. We can only collect essence in the suburbs. So we have no idea what the outside of Galan City looks like."
Zheng Weiqi was stunned: "Elder?"
She thought about it for a while, and her tone finally became much calmer: "It seems that there are many misunderstandings between us, and we need to sort them out one by one. Can you two tell us what happened in Jialan City a hundred years ago?"
It was 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 heads indicating that time was still flowing slowly.
Meng Jiaqi looked at them timidly and hugged the rabbit tightly in his hand: "You don't know that absorbing souls is not the way we monsters do... Only the evil demon cultivators who take unconventional approaches will improve their cultivation through soul refining."
"magic?"
Zheng Weiqi frowned: "I heard that after the great war between immortals and demons, all the demons disappeared without a trace."
"That may be true in the outside world, but our Jialan City sank to the bottom of the lake before the war between immortals and demons."
Meng Jiaqi seemed a little afraid, and her thin lips trembled slightly: "If there are demon cultivators trapped at the bottom of the lake with us... wouldn't that just happen to avoid the war?"
Everyone's eyes were shocked.
Ningning was the most surprised.
What is Meng Jiaqi talking about? How come a demon cultivator suddenly appeared in the plot? This is completely different from the original novel where there is no suspense in defeating monsters and leveling up...!
The same thing happened last time when he encountered the demonized dragon blood tree in the ancient woods. Pei Ji had clearly encountered such a life-threatening situation, but the plot didn't mention it at all.
As for the demon cultivator that Meng Jiaqi mentioned who sank to the bottom of the lake along with Jialan City—
It seems that the original book skipped over the topic of "devil".
why is that?
She was so dizzy from thinking about it that she could not help hearing Meng Jiaqi's voice: "Three hundred years ago, the demon race was at its 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 the others. One of them was named 'Xuan Ye', and he relied on devouring human souls and demon spirits and transforming them into his own spiritual power."
Ningning became 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 Spiritualization Stage. The stronger his cultivation is, the higher his requirements for souls are. In the past, he only needed to slaughter mortals endlessly. After entering the Spiritualization Stage, the spiritual energy brought by ordinary people's souls is no different from a drop in the ocean. So he set his sights on other high-level cultivators, and... demon cultivators."
"Demon cultivator?"
He Zhizhou seemed to understand something: "Jialan City happens to be a place where demon cultivators live!"
Meng Jiaqi nodded, "That's right. Back then, Xuanye approached the young city lord and tried to use the position of the Demon Lord as a bargaining chip to persuade the young city lord to help him set up a soul-devouring formation, slaughtering all the residents in the city on the day of the great disaster and refining blood and souls with deep resentment. In this way, his cultivation level can improve by leaps and bounds, and it is difficult to meet an opponent."
Zheng Weiqi said: "Since you are collecting essence for the young city lord, he must have refused."
Until this moment, Meng Jiaqi finally revealed a very faint smile, which seemed to be tired, but also seemed to be admiration and relief: "That's right. You don't know that 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 reject him for the sake of Jialan City."
She paused, a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes: "Xuan Ye saw that his persuasion was fruitless, so he decided to attack the city by force. He is very powerful, and Jialan 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 in this way, the destruction of Galan City is inevitable.
Zheng Weiqi pondered for a long time, then gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and said angrily: "This is too arrogant! Is there no one from the upright sects who can help?"
"At that time, everything was in dire straits. The Immortal Sect was already busy and exhausted. In addition, Xuanye only took less than half an hour to attack the city. How could anyone come to help?"
Meng Jiaqi shook his 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 at the city gate to resist, but they didn't expect——"
She bit her lip subconsciously and took a deep breath. "The young city lord ran out of spiritual power and the formation was broken. He used his remaining strength to build the barrier above his head. The citizens of Galan were affected by the collision of two opposing spiritual powers and temporarily lost consciousness. Xuanye was seriously injured in the fight and should have been trapped at the bottom of the lake. He has not been seen since."
These words sounded like a very ancient story.
Ning Ning was moved after hearing this, and whispered: "So now the demons in the city are gradually awakening. In order to repay the young city lord's kindness, I will follow the arrangements of the elders and collect essence for him."
She smiled as she spoke: "Miss Meng, the elders asked you to collect essence, what method did you use?"
Meng Jiaqi was still stuck in her shadow, and she trembled slightly when she heard the words, and shrank her pupils almost reflexively.
"Use this."
She pulled out a blood-red rope from her pocket. Zheng Weiqi beside her blurted out, "Soul-locking rope! This is something that only evil cultivators carry with them. How did those old antiques get it?"
"Isn't there still a demon king who escaped the net?"
Ning Ning's eyes darkened slightly, but her tone was still light with a smile: "There are actually two points in the story that Miss Meng told that are worth pondering."
Pei Ji glanced at her and then lazily lowered his eyelashes.
"First, since the young city lord has the strength to severely injure Xuanye, why did the formation for defending the city suddenly fail? It can only be that someone other than him has gone wrong. The young city lord knows that he can no longer support the formation, so he fought hard and attacked Xuanye with all his strength."
"Secondly, Xuanye is a dignified demon king. If he wants to attack the city, he must have made all the necessary preparations. How could he come here alone without any preparations? Since his helpers are not with him, it can only be possible that—"
Ningning raised her eyes and smiled, her dark pupils were like falling stars, which made Meng Jiaqi slightly stunned: "Hidden in Jialan City."
Meng Jiaqi's scalp tingled when she heard this, and the rabbit in her arms had blank eyes and a look of disbelief on her face.
"Since you heard the whole story from the elders, they had plenty of time to make up a lie. It's not hard to see that the real story should be like this."
Ning Ning said: "Xuan Ye failed to persuade 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 the past, and few people would refuse the protection and gifts of the demon lord. It is better to enjoy wealth and glory in the demon clan than toil in a small city. No matter what the process is, they agreed."
The barrier emitted 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, feeling grim in her heart.
And Ningning continued to speak.
"The young city lord would never have thought that he would sacrifice 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 in deceiving the citizens of Jialan this time was not to awaken the young city lord, but..."
Zheng Weiqi took a deep breath and spoke louder unconsciously: "For Xuanye!"
He Zhizhou sighed, "Since the young city lord knew about their treachery, they have become enemies since then. How could that bunch of traitors possibly help him wake up? Thinking about it this way, he is really a bit miserable."
It's really miserable.
When he was awake, he tried his best to protect the lives of the monsters in the city, but was stabbed in the back by his own people; after falling asleep, he could not escape the fate of being exploited, and became a puppet in name only, but all the benefits actually went to the irreconcilable enemy.
The poor monsters in the city were fooled. They went out to collect essence, risking being discovered by the righteous monks, but they became accomplices of murder and made wedding dresses for their enemies.
After hearing this, Meng Jiaqi's face turned pale as paper and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Seeing her like this, Zheng Weiqi softened her voice, which was rare, and whispered in a comforting tone: "Ms. 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 do you think?"
Blood welled up in Meng Jiaqi's eyes, a trace of scarlet hatred flashed across her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and nodded heavily.
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The Xingji Pavilion where the elders were located was now deserted.
They were also affected by the spiritual energy in the war that year, and the young city lord might have tried to kill them. According to Meng Jiaqi's description, they were as weak as an old man with one foot in the ground. That's why he set up a formation and tried to get rid of the Xuanxu Sect members by undercover tactics instead of solving the problem head-on.
Now he must have got the news from somewhere, and after knowing that his lie was exposed, he 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 lamps and become a light cinnabar red. The gauze curtains hang low, and everything is silent.
Curls of white smoke rose from the incense burner, like a woman's slender, boneless hand, brushing across the windowsill, the gauze and the curtains woven of silver threads. The fragrance was invisible, spreading 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 have a good rest. While looking at the surrounding buildings with little interest, Zheng Weiqi asked: "Could they have left Jialan City and fled to the shore?"
Meng Jiaqi shook her head: "Miss, you don't know that it is easy to enter Jialan City from outside the barrier, but if you want to leave after entering, you have to spend a lot of spiritual energy. In their state, they should not be able to leave this place."
"So the most likely place for those old men 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 energy today: "Why don't you all rest in the city for a while and heal your wounds."
Zheng Weiqi responded with a smile, her eyes looking through the window at the shops lining the street, and she took out the small notebook that contained her inspirations.
Pei Ji frowned and played with the hilt of the sword, seeming a little impatient, and was about to ask directly: Why aren't you fighting yet?
...I'm talking about you two!
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So the group rested in the city.
The monsters in Galan City have been sleeping in the water for a hundred years. After waking up, they rarely come into contact with the outside world. As a result, they are all too honest and simple, as if they had just traveled from a children's cartoon.
Ningning was led by several enthusiastic young girls to choose new clothes, and then took a comfortable hot bath. After thinking about it, she felt upset.
Ever since she came to this world, she firmly believed that everything was in the book. She didn't expect that first there would be a big accident like He Zhizhou's, and now the plot is going out of control and rushing on the road of collapse.
This is really not a 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 felt bored after taking a shower. She couldn't concentrate because of the thoughts turning over and over in her mind, so she gave up thinking and decided to go out for a walk on the street to relax.
Everyone lived in the guest rooms of the City Lord's Mansion, separated from each other 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, which were still as black as the night. The young man was wearing black clothes and had black hair, but the light from his sword was as pure white as snow waves, shining on his angular profile and illuminating his cold white skin.
There was no wind and no sound around, only wisps of white light falling from the barrier, reminiscent of broken waves and floating petals, pouring down like moonlight, and then being chopped into scattered points by his sharp sword.
Ningning thought seriously that perhaps the reason why Pei Ji liked to wear black clothes was because black was a rich color and would not make the blood all over his body look very obvious.
Hearing the creaking sound of her door opening, Pei Ji stopped, lowered his eyes and turned around.
Ningning rarely had any alone contact with Pei Ji.
There is always a transparent film between them, and they are polite to each other but somewhat unfamiliar.
Originally, she had been upholding the self-cultivation of a vicious female supporting role, and had been deliberately keeping a distance from the male protagonist, but now she had been severely deceived by the system several times——
The original character herself was born with congenital deformities and acquired developmental disabilities, so there seemed to be no reason to care about her.
She was about to speak, but unexpectedly Pei Ji spoke first: "Senior Sister."
Ningning smiled, with two shallow dimples faintly visible on her cheeks: "It's so late, you are still practicing sword?"
Pei Ji: “Yeah.”
After saying this, I didn't know what to do next.
As a child, he was locked up in the cellar of their home by his mother all day long, almost completely isolated from the outside world. Later, when he grew up and joined the Xuanxu Sect, he was ostracized because of his demon bloodline. There were very few people willing to approach him, let alone the so-called "making friends".
For Pei Ji, it is easier to fight monsters of higher levels in a life-and-death situation than to chat.
He couldn't help feeling annoyed.
Annoy himself.
"Pei Xiaoji, don't give up!"
Chengying screamed in his heart: "Come on, 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 was also born single.
With its level, it is estimated that it can basically say goodbye to being single.
"Didn't you go with Senior Sister Zheng to heal your wounds?"
Ningning 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 remembered. "It's so strange, why are you always covered in wounds every time I see you?"
——Obviously in the novel she read, Pei Ji, the male protagonist, had everything going smoothly all the time, and he rarely encountered any setbacks. But in these few times, he turned into a bloody corpse every time, and it was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at.
"It's a minor injury, nothing serious."
He answered without hesitation, while Cheng Ying in his mind sighed, "Wrong, wrong. You should have acted very uncomfortable to get some of her attention. You are so stubborn, you might as well just stay alone for the rest of your life."
It spoke more and more excitedly, laughing as it spoke: "Listen to me, you can suddenly half-kneel on the ground with your hands covering your chest, and try to squeeze out a few tears. Then, with a trembling voice, you can tell her pitifully: Senior Sister, Jiji is in pain. Hehehe! Ningning will definitely be moved and her eyes will turn red. 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 get hurt, do you never apply medicine?"
Ningning stood by the door and looked into the room. The candlelight stained her fair face with a few streaks of crimson. The dimples beside her slightly raised mouth were like spring water filled with peach blossoms.
Then she turned her head and pointed to her right cheek: "You are bleeding here. I have some medicine in my room. Do you want to use it?"
Chengying went completely crazy, and the peak divine sword of the generation became 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 of Zhenxiao Sword Master and Me" to you every morning!"
Pei Ji was annoyed by the noise and was about to frown, but when he caught a glimpse of the little girl's beautiful and gentle smiling face in the candlelight, his annoyance somehow disappeared all of a sudden.
He couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment. He pursed his lips in silence for a while, then answered in a very low voice: "...Thank you, Senior Sister."
The layout of the guest rooms is roughly the same. When Pei Ji stepped into Ningning's room, he smelled a faint scent of leaves.
They both took a shower, and inevitably had the same scent from the city of Galan on their bodies. It was a very wonderful feeling, as if the fragrance of the trees connected to the fragrance of the trees, completely eliminating the barriers between the two.
Pei Ji's annoyance quietly dissipated, and he lowered his head and did not look around.
He always knew that it was not appropriate to look directly into a woman's boudoir.
"Sit still in your chair."
Ningning gently touched his cheek with a handkerchief, wiping away the blood that had seeped out after the wound reopened.
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 take medicine, but she never said that she was the one who applied the medicine for him.
"You were so fierce when you cheated Meng Jiaqi before."
Ning Ning said with a smile: "If I were her, I would definitely be scared too."
Chengying hissed, "I told you a long time ago, be gentle!"
Pei Ji laughed to himself, the shadows in his eyes darkened, and he replied nonchalantly: "Senior Sister, I didn't cheat her."
His character was originally terrible and he was never likable.
Chengying: It’s over.
It’s over, it’s over! Does this brat know how to chat? Every sentence you say is leading the topic to a dead end! You should just answer “Uh-huh and ah-ah”, please!
It was full of anxiety and looked at Ningning with great despair.
But the little girl was not angry at all. Instead, she burst into laughter, her almond-shaped eyes curved into small crescent shapes: "Really? That's great."
Chengying fell silent.
As Ningning spoke, she applied ointment to her fingers and looked up at the scratches on his face.
He rarely had such close contact with anyone, and when the girl's soft fingertips fell on his cheek, Pei Ji was reminded of the warm summer breeze for no reason.
Ningning's fingers were warm and soft, and the ointment was cool. When she gently applied it up and down, it caused a slight stinging pain, as if a tiny electric current was flowing through her blood.
...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 mass-produced heroes in the novels, who are all upright and righteous, it wouldn't be so realistic. It's good now, you have flesh and blood, and you're cute."
This is what she really thinks.
In the original novel, he is like a tool man who punishes evil, passes levels and fights bosses. There is no joy, anger, sorrow or happiness in the whole article. He is simply a moving pretentious iceberg, the kind of thief Long Aotian.
Pei Ji is a bit miserable now, a little bit arrogant and sharp-tongued, like a thorn in the side. Compared with the previous one, he is really adorable.
Upon hearing this, Chengying was silent for a long time after a long absence.
When she spoke again, she spoke with a hint of tears in her voice, 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 right 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 only had a few minor wounds on his face. Ning Ning was satisfied after applying the medicine. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard a conversation in the yard outside the house.
She looked out through the window and saw Zheng Weiqi walking in the front, as well as He Zhizhou, Meng Jiaqi and Qin Chuan who were chattering.
He Zhizhou saw her and grinned: "You two are still chatting late at night? Come out quickly, there are many interesting gadgets in Sister Zheng's storage bag!"
Ningning also laughed: "I know!"
After she said that, she stood up and prepared to go out, but when she saw Pei Ji standing motionless, she lowered her head and stopped.
The girl's black hair was wet by the long-burning lamp, and the candlelight climbed up her fair cheeks and black pupils. Ningning hooked her finger at him, and her voice was as brisk as a cat: "Come on."
He sat in a house dimly lit by candlelight, the reflections of the trees outside the window falling straight down, covering a layer of thick shadows.
Ningning stood under the eternal lamp, as if gathering all the hazy yet bright colors in the world, and she waved her finger at him with a smile.
His throat was dry as never before. Pei Ji blinked helplessly and responded to her in a low voice: "Yeah."
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"This is called Flower Scented Lip Balm. It's completely different from the lip balms you've seen before, it's non-toxic and harmless, and you can even eat it. It's definitely a must-have for home and travel, and you'll be making a killing if you buy it."
Zheng Weiqi spoke eloquently, making the two demons' eyes light up: "And this! A mithril hairpin. There is a poisonous needle hidden in the hairpin. Wear it and you can be a charming and charming beauty who brings disaster to the country, or a femme fatale who walks 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 just randomly stuffed a bunch of things into their hands before. Now Qin Chuan looked through them left and right and picked out a book with a goose yellow cover.
On the cover was a string of large characters: "365 Days with Zhenxiao Sword Master".
Qin Chuan has already opened it and started reading.
He also used a very standard, childlike broadcasting voice:
[Zhen Xiao pushed with all his strength, and the long dragon suddenly went in three inches. He used his strength to control and release it freely, thrusting forward and backward, moving left and right, like a violent storm, and the jade core swayed unsteadily, as if being hit by rain and blown away by the wind. ］
Ningning:! ! !
Senior sister! What kind of book is this! ! !
Zheng Weiqi felt her scalp tingling and her skull rising to the sky. She hurriedly took a few steps forward and tried to snatch the book from his hand.
But Qin Chuan was tall and strong, and he just raised his hand and put the book out of her reach.
"Sister Qi, what does this mean?"
He found the words awkward and difficult to pronounce, and he didn't know many human characters, so he turned to another page with a bit of curiosity.
[Zhen Xiao exerted great force, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood. The self-control he was so proud of collapsed in front of this woman, and he murmured with bloodshot eyes: "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 hero of a romance novel, he is just an electric motor that keeps making the sound of "hmmmm".
"It's over, it's over."
Meng Jiaqi's body was stiff, and she lowered her voice: "Qin Chuan was only a child of seven or eight years old before he fell asleep. I didn't expect him to become like this after waking up - he is still just a child, you must not lead him astray!"
It turns out this is a mirror image version of Detective Conan, his body has aged but his mind remains the same.
——This is too miserable! No wonder his words and actions always seem strange!
Zheng Weiqi is indeed a sales expert. She went up to explain, "This is sword training! Aren't we sword practitioners? Look at that 'Long Dragon', it's the name of the sword of Zhenxiao Sword Master."
Danger, Zhenxiao Sword Master, danger.
He knew that his beloved sword was called "Changlong". Senior sister, you are gone, senior sister!
“Yes, yes, yes!”
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. Look at that 'forward thrust and backward advance', it is a sword move of the Xuanxu Sword School, called, called——"
Ning Ning continued, "It's called 'Rain Beating and Wind Blowing Sword Technique'."
Qin Chuan nodded.
He turned another page and read aloud:
[Zhen Xiao was furious and pulled out several dark brown beards as thick as children's arms from behind, and tied her up so that she could not move.
The long beard is tangled and its roots penetrate into the flesh. The long dragon rolled in and out repeatedly, experiencing pain and joy at the same time, with the sound of orioles chirping and nectar overflowing on its side. ］
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
Ningning was stunned and secretly lit a stick of incense for Zhenxiao Sword Master in her heart.
——Help! Why even use props! And that "the orioles are singing and the nectar is overflowing"...
This author is no longer a genius, she is a ghost!
Zheng Weiqi tried hard to control her expression and explained softly, "This is about Zhenxiao Sword Master being possessed by an octopus, which grew tentacles from his back, tied up the heroine, and did this and that..."
hateful.
She really can’t continue making up stories!
"After tying up the heroine, use the tentacles and the sword to stab her in the belly!"
He Zhizhou quickly interrupted, raising his voice and speaking firmly: "Why do you say pain and joy go hand in hand? The pain is the piercing pain, and the joy is to die in the hands of the one you love. Look at the chirping sound behind, it's actually the hallucination of a poor woman before she dies!"
Qin Chuan suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!"
It is hard to imagine what the Zhenxiao Sword Master is like in his mind.
He has tentacles as thick as a child's arm, and holds a sword called "Changlong". His biggest hobby is stabbing his beloved woman with the sword.
Terror, the ultimate and invincible terror.
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 things 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-Wind-blowing Sword Technique?"
Ningning was stunned.
That's right.
Pei Ji grew up with his abusive mother and had little contact with other people. All 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, madness and coldness? How did you become a primary school kid... No, an eggshell, male protagonist?
He Zhizhou on the side looked at him with horror, as if he was looking at an alien who came to the fairy world for friendly and peaceful exchanges.
Ning Ning endured the rising heat in her ears and answered with a straight face: "Really? Maybe you started late and didn't have the chance to try it. In fact, it's not a very powerful move. Whether you can do it or not won't have much impact."
Pei Ji rarely took the initiative to talk to others. After getting a response, he felt more confident. There was even a hint of 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 discuss with Senior Sister."
Zheng Weiqi's expression could no longer be described with earthly words. Her face turned red and she seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Ning Ning forced a smile: "Yes, it's fate... Let's spar again if we're destined to do so."
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