The Third Master of the Fairy is a Girl

However, this bizarre record was completely beyond the expectations of the two of them, as if no one else should know about it at all.

It was very unusual, but the contrast was so sharp that her eyes circled around the three grandfathers, and then locked onto the saintess.

The Holy Maiden also did not answer their shocking questions, but just looked at them like that, stretched out her hand and flicked the water in the pool, dripping bright red blood beads, slowly peeling out of the pool water, and suspended to the Holy Maiden's hand.

She stretched out her hand and waved, and the blood beads turned into sharp needles and thorns, aiming at them.

"Old money!"

Fat Xuehai's face changed instantly, and his voice trembled.

Qian Fu's expression also changed. He grabbed the side, Jin Buhuan and Shu Qianluo, who looked abruptly tight, stood in front of them, closed their eyes, slowly exhaled, and then spoke deeply.

"You tell me how you learned about Qixinglu, and I'll tell you who wrote it."

Perhaps it was the attitude of money and wealth, which was too shattering. There was a sense of 'if you don't say it, our group of people can't beat you, and we can commit suicide', which made the saintess move her eyes to Jin Buchang, who is protecting him. body.

Those eyes made several people stunned, and Jin Buhuan was even more stunned. Seeing what he was doing, it wasn't him who said—

Suddenly, Jin Buhuan suddenly widened his eyes.

"You, you shouldn't, won't—"

What?

His inexplicable attitude made Qian Fu and Pang Xuehai frown.

However, Shu Qianluo reacted instantly and narrowed his eyes.

"You know everything about this Peacock City?"

If that's the case, then it's understandable why this woman knows about Qixinglu, but doesn't know who wrote it.

After all, she had only heard about it, but had never seen it.

It can explain the unexpected shock of Grandpa Jin and Grandpa Qian.

These words made Qian Fu and Pang Xuehai startled and looked at Jin Buhuan.

Jin Buhuan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, full of remorse.

"—Previously, Wazi asked me—"

… Qian Fu opened his mouth and gritted his teeth.

"You are confused!"

Why did he just tell Xiao Baibai about something like Qixinglu?

What they are desperately trying to cover up, how can they hide it if it goes on like this?

"I-"

Jin Bu opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain it. After all, he was forced to say it because of the situation at the time. How did he know that this saint could monitor every move of the ghost town?

…money is rich to breathe.

He felt that Lao Jin, who has always been reliable, became unreliable as he got older, but now was not the time to settle accounts.

"We really don't know who wrote the Qixinglu, but there is a signature on it, Jing, one word Wang Jing, Jing."

I don't know if Shu Qianluo is too sensitive.

I always feel that Grandpa Qian's 'one-word Wang Jing, Jing' is backward, and the calm pool of blood behind the female ghost caused waves, but it turned into silence as soon as it opened, making people misunderstood. thought it was an illusion.

But she darkened her eyes, silently thinking.

What's so special about this female ghost?

Such a cold-hearted, dead-hearted thing, will suddenly have ripples on a name that has no origin?

I'm afraid it's not funny!

"Where?"

The Holy Maiden looked at the rich and the inexchangeable.

Of the four, only these two were very familiar with the twelve weapons and Qixinglu, and the remaining two were useless.

With a flick of his finger, the **** needles and blood stabbings that stagnated at the Holy Maiden's hand suddenly appeared around Fat Xuehai and Shu Qianluo in two ways. Like a blood hole.

Let Qian Fu and Jin Buhuan suffocate their expressions, and the corners of their lips move.

"In the-"

The two tensed their bodies and clenched their weapons, terrified, tangled, painful and resentful, but they did not dare to act rashly.

However, their hesitation caused the saintess to wave her fingers without pity, and took the lead in penetrating the blood needles and blood thorns floating around Fat Xuehai into his body.

"what!!!"

"Old fat!"

"Old fat!"

"Fat grandpa!"

Four voices suddenly startled.

But, Fat Xuehai had turned into a **** man, and fell to the ground twitching.

Countless, a large amount of blood gushed out from his body, rolled into a stream in an instant, meandering on the ground covered with black lines.

"Stop! Stop it!!"

Jin Buhuan and Qian Fu rushed to Pang Xuehai's side, desperately trying to block the blood, but they didn't know where to stop the blood.

However, Shu Qianluo, who was surrounded by countless blood needles and blood thorns, only took a step and was stabbed with blood.

The icy sting, the piercing breath of the soul, and the pain of the tsunami that swept through her whole body made her face as cold as frost and snow, and the veins and blood vessels in her hands clenched tightly against the short stick burst out. To burst out from under the skin.

Just looking at it, it seems like the pain is unbearable, not to mention Shu Qianluo and Fat Xuehai who feel the pain personally.

"Stop! Stop it!!"

Jin Buhuan and Qian Fu burst into tears, their voices roaring with despair and heart-rending helplessness.

Of course, the saintess who looked at them indifferently in pain and despair pushed the blood needles and blood thorns floating around Shu Qianluo a little further, and even peeled off countless blood beads from the blood pool and turned them into blood needles. Bloodthorn, pointing at them, spoke slowly:

"Where are the Qixinglu and the twelve weapons?"

The two were crying uncontrollably.

They can't say it!

Really can't say!

But don't say-

The fat man will die!

Fallen girl will die!

How to do?

How to do?

Who will save them!

It's good to save the innocent old fat and Luo girl!

"Su Gu Bai!!"

The pain was so intense that he fainted, his eyes darkened, and he couldn't stand up. He heard the **** ho sound of the fat grandfather almost disappearing, and the wailing of Grandpa Jin and Grandpa Qian, which made Shu Qianluo's heart rise. Uncontrollable anger and hatred.

Make her red-eyed and growl.

"Dog man! Where have you gone! Never show up again! We're all going to die!"

However, just as she finished shouting.

A pair of thin white hands with well-defined joints silently stretched out from the blood pool, touched the saint's neck, and stuck her throat.

At the same time, a thin figure slowly floated up from the pool of blood, bearing a face that was so beautiful that the world was overturned, but was splattered by blood, and leaned into the saint's ear, warm and gentle. Slow and deep.

But it is strange and sinister, and it is cruel and ruthless in a low voice.

"Master is reluctant to be hurt. At most, I can scold Xiao Luoluo, who is purging fire. What kind of thing are you worthy of hurting her? Dare to hurt her? Huh?"

click.

Accompanied by this sentence, it completely overwhelmed the ghost town's yin qi, and the words that were more cold and ruthless than the saint's fall were a crisp, neck-burning voice.