Rescue Little White Flower

In front of many people, Shen Qingwei, who stabbed Li Peijun to death, didn't think there was anything wrong.

She even kicked and kicked the body of the person who fell on the ground directly from upstairs to downstairs.

Someone recognized Li Peijun's identity, and the surrounding environment suddenly became silent.

I don't know who stood up first, and walked out of the inn, followed by the second and the third.

In the end, even the innkeeper and the shopkeeper didn't know where they went.

Shen Qingwei sat down in front of Zhao Xingyue, with a smile on her face, "Senior, what shall we eat tonight? I heard that the roast duck in Chengnan is very delicious. Would you like to try it?"

Zhao Xingyue took a sip of tea, "I'm afraid we won't have dinner today."

Even if she didn't understand Li Peijun's identity, seeing the reactions of everyone present, she also realized what level of person Shen Qingwei had killed.

The Devil Realm is no better than the Comprehension Realm. Killing people at will can easily attract the help of other monks. In this place, death is dead. It is already considered to have a very high moral bottom line if you die.

If only ordinary people died, what happened at this time should be that the boss silently dragged away the corpse, everyone should eat and drink, and talk and laugh so as not to delay.

Now that the people in the inn are walking so clean, it can only be said that they will probably have to wait for a round of retaliation next.

Shen Qingwei was about to say something when someone suddenly kicked the door of the inn, hit the pillar, and spattered fragments.

At the same time, a murderous aura surged in.

"It's here, it's here!" With a dog-legged voice, a middle-aged man with half black and half white hair walked in. His face was not irritable, and his cold gaze swept across the lobby, and quickly settled down. The two women who were sitting on the second floor with sloppy gestures.

"Elder One Sword, these two women, the young master was stabbed to death by the woman in black clothes."

Sweeping his gaze over Shen Qingwei, the pupil of Elder Knife shrank after seeing Shen Qingwei's blood dripping sword.

He clasped his fist and said, "Dare to ask two fellow daoists, but who is the real person, why do you take the initiative to me less?"

It's not to blame for him to lower his posture, Shen Qingwei's sword that is still dripping blood, in addition to the blood of her own insignificant young master, there is obviously the **** smell of the real Yuan Ying.

Zhao Xingyue looked on coldly, without saying a word, Shen Qingwei sneered, "It's just a dog barking at people. Kill it and kill it. Do you need a reason?"

"you--"

Without waiting for a knife to finish, Shen Qingwei's sword had already pierced in his direction.

Zhao Xingyue raised the tea cup, frowning indistinctly.

Shen Qingwei's patience is getting less and less.

She brought Shen Qingwei to the Demon Realm, her original intention was to use the monks here to improve Shen Qingwei's combat effectiveness, but she did not intend to cultivate Shen Qingwei into a bloodthirsty person.

Even when Shen Qingwei came to pick up the hill, she would deliberately emphasize that before the Golden Core period, unless she is involved, she should not be indiscriminately killed.

It’s not that there are good people in the Demon Realm. It’s just that monks below the Golden Alchemy stage have low cultivation bases and do not do much evil. Killing is due to their own cause and effect. However, the cultivation of the magical cultivation above the Golden Alchemy stage will be practiced. The avenues are almost paved with bones. Killing such a person is equivalent to walking the road for the sky and eliminating harm for the people. The benefits are always more than the disadvantages.

Naturally, the battle between the two Nascent Soul monks could not be in the city. I am afraid that if a move is issued, a city will be cut off by half.

Shen Qingwei did not regret her act of killing Li Peijun in anger, but she was not stupid, and would not rashly offend a city and the lord of a city in the devil world.

After all, the Demon Realm is not like the cultivation realm. The cultivation base of the foundation period can be a good city lord. Without sufficient strength to support, it can't stabilize this group of lawless people in the city.

This is also the reason why there are few cities in the Demon Realm, but each one is huge, and a city is often as big as ten in the cultivation world.

The power of the monks belonging to the Yuan Ying period was like ocean waves, layered on top of each other, and the people who originally wanted to watch the show turned their cheeks instantly. Even if Zhao Xingyue and Yidao continued to rise, the majestic power still suppressed everyone’s breathing. Hurry, the one with a little weaker strength was pressed to the ground. There was an intimate contact between the knee and the slate ground, and blood gurgled out from the broken knee.

The battle between the real Yuan Ying ended with a sword stabbed by Shen Qingwei through the heart, and Yuan Ying floated out of the body leisurely.

A knife is not a magic repair.

At least not pure magic repair.

As a Taoist cultivator, Shen Qingwei is still very sensitive to magic cultivators. Except for real people like Yongan who don’t know what method they used to hide the magic and hostility in her body strictly, half of the fox’s tail is not leaking. No matter how you control most demonic cultivators, the aura that doesn't belong to the right way will naturally be revealed.

A knife is different.

"Are you Dao Xiu?" Shen Qingwei retracted the sword, letting the corpse of a sword fall to the ground, her eyes fell on the Yuan Ying villain in the air.

A knife said: "Thank you fellow Daoist for not killing."

Shen Qingwei: "It's you who didn't act murderously."

When the sword came, he was aggressive, and when the real sword came with a real gun, he didn't lose the murderous aura he had before.

Shen Qingwei was puzzled, but there was no water in her hand. She should be beaten and beaten to death, until she took the initiative to send her heart to the tip of her sword, and she remembered it.

Shen Qingwei didn't ask why the other party was such a fool as Dao Xiu.

There are not a few people who practice Taoism into demons. There is even a special genre called Taoism in the realm of Taoism. Of course, these people are not referring to the group of fools who are unable to transform into the cultivation of demons. The big brothers, all of them have strong power values. After being enchanted, the three moral values ​​are unstable and online. When the Buddha is online, they will be violent when they are offline.

"You go."

After being let go, a smile of joy flashed across the face of the knife, and the little Yuan Ying clasped his fist and said: "Friends of Taoism, the person you killed today is the son of Li Xuanqu, the master of the Crazy Sword. Although not the only son, you have fallen to him. Face, I'm afraid he won't let you go."

Shen Qingwei nodded, "Thank you very much."

Yidao's body was shredded into meat when it landed, and Shen Qingwei followed and burned it clean before everyone gathered around.

The monk's flesh and blood contains energy. If she is left there, it is estimated that the people nearby will eat it cleanly as soon as she leaves.

Only Yuan Ying’s cultivation base is not restricted by the forbidden air in the city. When Shen Qingwei fell, the faces of the surrounding people changed, for fear that she would give herself a sword.

Zhao Xingyue walked out of the inn, glanced at the black gray on the ground, squinted his eyes, turned to look at Shen Qingwei, and whispered to her: "Let's go."

Everyone discovered that another woman, who looked weak and weak, had been sitting firmly in the inn from start to finish, without ever shifting her position.

On the other hand, the monks who are still kneeling on the ground holding their broken knees wailing because they got too close, their foreheads are in cold sweat. Compared with the powerful Shen Qingwei, Zhao Xingyue, who is not exposed to mountains and water, feels even more jealous. .

In front of Zhao Xingyue, Shen Qingwei instantly reduced her hostility.

She obediently leaned forward, stood side by side with her, and asked in a low voice: "I have solved all the people who find faults. Should we still go to Chengnan to eat roast duck?"

Zhao Xingyue glanced at her with a smile, "Let's go."

The name of the restaurant in the south of the city is Roast Duck. As soon as Zhao Xingyue and Shen Qingwei entered, the owner politely led people into the box.

This is the real Yuan Ying!

Just slaughtered Li Kuangdao's son and his subordinate Yuan Ying directly on the street!

Zhao Xingyue captured the boss's expression in his eyes. In this world, news is always the fastest.

Shen Qingwei looked pleased in front of her, she pretended not to know anything, and followed into the box.

The dishes and people come at the same time.

An invitation card with a black background and red stripes. It is gorgeous and bloody. Put it on the tip of your nose and sniff it gently, as if you can smell a **** smell.

"My host invites two real people to come and sit down."

Shen Qingwei accepted the invitation, buttoned it to the side of the table, didn't look at it again, and put a chopsticks dish to Zhao Xingyue, and said diligently: "Senior, you taste this?"

The hostess didn't panic, and when his eyes fell, he pretended that he hadn't seen anything.

Zhao Xingyue, who was used as a gun, raised her brows and shook her finger at Shen Qingwei. The latter leaned forward and was gently pinched by her chin.

"What did I say?"

"Be obedient."

"Um?"

The woman's voice was cold, but the corners of her lips were slightly upturned, and there was a smile that couldn't be hidden between her eyebrows and eyes.

The evening glow illuminates half of her cheek, the red glow is reflected in her eyes, and the gorgeous colors flow with this smile.

Shen Qingwei's heart started beating wildly without warning.

She swallowed her saliva, as if bewitched, and put a small kiss on the soft lips.

The person who had been blushing before took the initiative to kiss, his expression was very calm, his face was pious, as if he was kissing a god.

Zhao Xingyue was stunned at first, and then a smile widened on her face.

She took the initiative to kiss Shen Qingwei: "Good."

Shen Qingwei, who was still very calm the last moment, instantly turned red like a hot water bottle, just two smoke coming out of her ears.

The real Jindan monk Yuan Ying has all turned into a fart, only the face is red and the ears are red.

Zhao Xingyue was not at all unhappy about being used as a gun by Shen Qingwei, but the strange feeling that arose in her heart because Shen Qingwei had killed Li Peijun, on the contrary, it faded a lot.

There was a feeling in her heart, oh, that's how it was.

Although she doesn't know exactly what Shen Qingwei intends to do, she can't help but feel a sense of relief that my family has just grown up.

Following the people who came to present the invitations all the way to the city lord's mansion, Zhao Xingyue knew what Shen Qingwei's picture was.

"The battle of the Devil City once every ten years is about to begin. I wonder if the two of you are willing to go to the Mad City for me?"

"As long as the two are willing, what happened today is not a matter. Hall Master Crazy Blade has my own explanation for the two of them. Presumably, Hall Master Crazy Blade is more willing to meet two talents than a son who is not a good son."

"I don't know how the two are called?"