Ming Xuan held a speed-up talisman in each hand and cursed as he ran: "If I had known that they were more likely to cause trouble than help, I should have just let me lure the beast."
Now, if we can’t save those monks, they will all be thrown into prison one day and wear limited skins for this season.
Grass.
In mid-air, Ye Qiao fired the half-moon crossbow, knocking away several monsters behind him.
"Ye Qiao."
I don’t know which sharp-eyed monk in the crowd noticed me, his eyes lit up, he thought he saw his savior, and excitedly called out her name on the spot.
"Help, Ye Qiao."
“……”Don’t fucking call me.
Ye Qiao was going crazy. He knew her, and those demon kings from the outside world who hated her to the core must have heard of her name.
She will have to deceive them with her identity as the Demon King later.
If they are recognized at this time, they should stop playing and die together.
"who?"
"Who is Ye Qiao?"
The attention of the demon kings who were hunting the monks was drawn to this question, and they asked immediately.
"The two in red? Which one is it?"
Ye Qiao adhered to the spirit of "a friend's death would rather die than myself" and, while running, he tore off Ming Xuan's hairband and held it in front of himself.
Mingxuan: "???"
The boy is so handsome that it's hard to tell whether he is male or female. With his hair down, he really looks like a man dressed as a woman.
"Ye Qiao is here." Ye Qiao pulled him in front of her, "Did you see it? Chang Mingzong's clothes, it's him, it's him, it's him."
“…”
"?" Mingxuan lowered his voice slightly and gritted his teeth: "You are really my good junior sister. Can't they tell whether it is a boy or a girl? You use me as a shield." You are poisonous.
"It's okay, those monsters are blind."
Ye Qiao had stayed among the demon tribe for some time and knew that they didn't pay much attention to human faces. In their eyes, they were all a group of ugly people anyway.
At this point, Ming Xuan couldn't possibly go to ruin her show. The young man turned around, pinched his throat, and covered most of his face with his folding fan, smiling slightly: "Chang Ming Sect's direct disciple, Ye Qiao, what can I do for you?"
"What connections do these people have?"
A man shook off the dust on his body in embarrassment and smiled bitterly: "Maybe they just found a random place to go crazy.
Old Mu stroked his beard and thought of the magical operations of these people before. He couldn't help but sigh, young people are just good, they kneel down when told to do so. I don't know how the Elder Zhao who was cried at the grave by them before offended them.
"……you're right."
Ye Qiao and his men's actions were too unpredictable, so they didn't dare to make any comments for the time being.
Really, what a weird group of people.
It was the first time they felt that some people could be described as weird.
"Are these people here to die?"
"Not necessarily. They might be disciples of a sect. They must have some abilities...right?"
A demon king narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you Ye Qiao from Changming Sect?"
Song Hansheng heard the voice and felt that something was wrong over there. He turned around and met Mingxuan's bright smile, "Yes, it's me."
"Why don't I remember her looking like this?"
They had seen Ye Qiao before, although they didn't have a strong impression of her, but she definitely didn't look so beautiful.
"You guys figured it out." Ming Xuan said calmly, "I had plastic surgery."
Song Hansheng looked at him seriously: "..."
Oh shit, I can’t take it anymore.
His face was cold and tense, and he didn't dare to look at the two people, for fear that they would laugh in the next second.
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