The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

What happened in the martial arts is not a big deal.

It's nothing more than Ning Yu's infatuation, the disappearance of the demon girl, and she gave up her position as the leader of the Wulin Alliance.

Liu Ming, who was ranked third in the list, could not find a trace either.

A well-prepared martial arts competition ended in absurdity.

Because there is no new leader, the leader will continue to be re-elected.

After Ning Lao was taken back by the Ning family, he reorganized the Ning family and brought out all Ning Yu's people.

At the same time, send someone to look for Ning Yu.

The emperor did not interfere in other matters, but ordered the arrest of Ning Yu and Ling Qingxuan.

As for Ning Yu, it took two days to arrive at the main altar of the Demon Sect and found Feng Ren.

Wearing the black costumes unique to the Demon Sect made Feng Ren more stable and serious.

Seeing Ning Yu coming, he was not surprised.

"Master Feng Ren, I have become what I am now, all thanks to your demon girl, I want you to explain to me!"

She was aggressive, and she casually sucked up a few chivalrous warriors on the way. She didn't look down on her meager internal strength.

But because her inner strength was broken up by Ling Qingxuan, she could only start over.

Blame that woman!

As soon as Ning Yu finished her complaint, she was thrown to the side of the table and chair, and it hurt.

She glared at Feng Ren, but heard Feng Ren's extremely indifferent tone.

"That's my demon saint, how can you slander it?"

Ning Yu mocked, "Feng Ren, you actually crossed the river and demolished the bridge."

At the beginning, she cooperated with Feng Ren and got the magic book. He also promised that he would not find anyone to stop her, but now, there is a Ling Qingxuan who deliberately took the magic book.

Feng Ren stepped down from his seat, came to her, pinched his chin, looked left and right, and pushed him aside, "Ning Yu, you look so ugly now, and sure enough, you can't compare to Ling Qinger."

He originally wanted to cultivate the next Ling Qinger through Ning Yu, but Ning Yu disappointed him.

Not everyone can become Ling Qinger.

Realizing this, Feng Ren was even more sure of what he was thinking.

"Feng Ren, you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!" Ning Yu made a claw-like hand and quickly grabbed at Feng Ren, but just when she touched it, her arm was twisted to the back, her bones were broken, and Ning Yu screamed.

Feng Ren threw her aside like a push of garbage, then got up, put his hands behind his back and said, "Ning Yu, you are vulnerable now, fight against me, it is better for me to use it."

"Magic Sect, you are welcome to join."

Ning Yu's dream of being a hero in the rivers and lakes was shattered.

She trembled as she looked at the man with a broad back and a ruthless mind, biting her lip tightly.

Can't regret it.

There is no turning back.

She can only keep going!

...

When the altar master went to wander over the cliff, he found that the rope was broken, and there were traces of blood on the mountain wall below. He went outside the wooden house and knocked on the door.

"Saint, Shaoyan is dead."

A woman's lazy voice came from the wooden house, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"...Never, but the rope is broken and there are bloodstains." The altar owner was a little flustered.

"Go down and look for it, and confirm with your own eyes."

The altar master bowed his head, "Yes."

Surely you have to be careful.

The cliff was too high, and it would take a long time to go around. He stood by the dead tree and stood against the wind, unaware that Ouyang Xuan was approaching behind him.

"Ha!" Ouyang Xuan shouted suddenly.

The altar master who was in a daze was startled and almost jumped up a tree.

"Ouyang Xuan! You are fat!" the altar master shouted.

Ouyang Xuan was here to deliver the ingredients, after all, the saint's man begged to learn how to cook with him.

I happened to see the altar master in a daze, thinking about his usual serious appearance, so I scare him.

Being yelled at by him, Ouyang Xuan felt a little wronged, "Being fat is not good for your health."

The altar master was angrily laughed, but still looked serious, "What's the matter with your emperor father, how dare you issue an order to hunt down the saint, if you're okay, go back and let him revoke it."

Ouyang Xuan muttered: "If I show up, he will let me inherit the crown prince immediately, I'll just wait."

I don't know what to wait for, I just want to wait.

The altar master felt that he was a typical person who did not practice well outside and had to inherit the throne when he went back.

He didn't have time to envy, so he pulled Ouyang Xuan and said, "Let's go, come with me and have a look."

He decided not to go all the way, so he took Ouyang Xuan down the stone wall.

"Eh? Eh!!!"

Ouyang Xuan was carried, and his whole body was on the altar master. The excitement of falling into a cloud made him scream in the valley.

In the wooden house not far away, Aya Qingxuan listened to the voices outside, and spread out the content on the carrier pigeon with the same expression.

Feng Ren asked her to go back.

"Qing'er, do you want to return to the Demon Sect?" Yun Que hugged her and asked softly in her ear.

Ling Qingxuan was firm and firm, "I won't return."

Go back to die?

She is weak now.

[Host, it's not a solution for you to stay like this. When the leader starts to crusade against the demon sect, the main quest will not be completed. 】

At that time, the host's internal organs will have another colic.

zz's worried tone, Aya Qingxuan listened to her heart.

Gotta go back sometime, but not now.

"Qing'er, what are you thinking about?" Yun Que's clothes were disheveled, and he didn't know why he slept well, why the clothes were scattered.

That magnetic and pleasant voice swept across Ling Qingxuan's ears.

She pressed him directly under her.

After the last communication, Yun Que no longer restrained this matter, he still wrapped around Ling Qingxuan's waist.

"Qing'er, I'm tired every time, why don't I come this time?"

Is Aya Qingxuan willing?

Of course not.

"I am not tired."

"Just let me be there once, okay?"

Ling Qingxuan looked at his tender eyes and asked seriously, "Once?"

For the sake of the little guy who recently learned to cook and feed her, he reluctantly listened to his thoughts.

Yun Que nodded hurriedly, "En."

Ling Qingxuan let out her strength, and the boy covered her body, unbuttoning her shirt lightly.

Looking at the traces on her body, he lowered his eyes and printed it again.

Wherever the inch of the skin passes, it is brought with temperature and pink.

He only belongs to Qing'er.

And Qing'er belongs to him alone.

It turns out that what a man says in bed doesn't do much.

For the fourth time, Aya Qingxuan wrapped him tightly with a quilt.

"Qing'er, I'm not tired yet." Yun Que felt that he must seize today's opportunity, otherwise Qing'er won't have such a good day next time if he doesn't speak well.

Ling Qingxuan frowned, "If you're not tired, go out to practice."

Yun Que: "...I'm a little tired."

Why did Qing'er have to drive him out?

Wouldn't it be good for him to put her on the heated kang head?

Ling Qingxuan pressed the quilt on him, "Really tired?"

Yun Que, who fell into the pit without knowing it, just nodded.

In the next second, the quilt on her body was thrown away, and Ling Qingxuan turned over directly.

"Then I'll come."

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