The Villainess Won’t Let the Main Leads Break Up!

In order to avoid as much as possible that the painting ghost would hurt the innocent when fighting, the group changed to a remote inn.

This inn is very characteristic.

The lights are dim, and the stairs will make creaking noises when stepping on them, because the location is remote and there is no firework around, it looks gloomy.

Typically suitable for haunting.

In fact, Shen Wanqing has always felt that this method is not feasible, because in this position, isn't it clear to tell the painter that he is waiting for the rabbit?

Unexpectedly, until the sky was completely dark, there was nothing unusual around him.

Some guests came in scatteredly in the inn. Those who should drink alcohol, and those who should change to eat food, seemed to be quite lively.

Xie Wuyan was not present when he went downstairs to dine.

"I called him." Feng Ruoqing's tone was a little worried, "Master Xie seems to be unwell due to the residual effect of the Heart Locking Curse, so he rested upstairs."

Hearing these words, Shen Wanqing fell silent.

No matter how unwell, the word doesn't match Xie Wuyan.

When villains say this, 80% of them are secretly making trouble.

Zeng Ziyun went downstairs violently, raising his eyes and seeing the guests sitting around him, his nervous mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

After a meal, perhaps because the atmosphere was too comfortable, she narrowed her mouth and grumbled: "What's the matter, there is no movement at all."

However, no one answered.

Only Feng Ruoqing gave her a chopstick dish: "Eat dishes."

Shen Wanqing also felt a little strange.

It's not because of the ghost painting, but the state of Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing.

This young couple of you and me, Ji Feichen will always ask her if the food is delicious when eating on weekdays, and then habitually pick up dishes for her, and by the way, will call in Xiao Er to warm up the cold wine for her.

But now, the two are too quiet.

They didn't say a word to each other, there was no emotion on their faces, but they appeared to be eating the contents of the bowl without any abnormality.

Shen Wanqing frowned and looked up at the guests at the tables beside him.

The voice is full of people, everyone is eating, no one has their eyes on their side.

But I don't know why, Shen Wanqing vaguely felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It's as if everyone around is a piece of paper in a layer of skin, playing their own role, without any thoughts or souls.

With this idea, Shen Wanqing's hand holding chopsticks stopped.

"Here, here is the wine requested by a few guest officials." The shop Xiaoer leaned over with the wine jar.

When he bent over to drink, his broad body obscured the light from her head.

Shen Wanqing keenly discovered that Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing's body were tightened at the same time.

"Guest, do you have any more orders?" The shop Xiaoer turned his head and pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Well," Shen Wanqing nodded, "add some dishes."

"What kind of dish?"

"Let me think about it--" Shen Wanqing thought as he raised his hand to touch his bun.

In the next second, he quickly pulled out his hairpin, took a turn to hold it tightly, and lifted the hairpin up and down. The hairpin plunged into the back of Xiao Er's hand, penetrated and nailed it on the table.

A heart-piercing scream caused all the guests to stop their movements at the same time, turning their heads like a puppet, and looking in their direction.

At this moment, Shen Wanqing's cultivation base has been diligent, deliberately using some spiritual power in the chai, Xiao Er screamed again and again, unable to break free from the chai, and the whole person could not move.

Zeng Ziyun didn't react, and froze for a while.

Ji Feichen stood up, pulled the two to the side of Feng Ruoqing, and said sharply: "Stay back."

"How to reply..." Zeng Ziyun stopped abruptly before he finished asking.

All the guests stood up almost at the same time, enclosing them in a circle, and approaching them like walking corpses.

Including Dian Xiaoer, layers of wrinkles appeared on the faces of everyone around them, like a layer of skin covering them, falling off.

Not a painter.

It's a group.

Sure enough, he was just waiting for him, but the role was completely reversed. There was not a single living person in this entire inn. Eighty percent of them were killed a day ago, and their skins were stripped off as a disguise.

Ji Feichen and his party are the prey of these painted ghosts.

However, apart from the one that really wanted to attack Shen Wanqing, it did not appear at the moment.

Although I don't know why, but sure enough, the plot began to deviate.

Upstairs in the guest room.

Xie Wuyan sat loosely on the window sill, with one hand resting loosely on his knees, and the other hand repeatedly tossing the apple to catch, watching the big scene downstairs with interest.

"boom!"

The door on the side was slammed open.

A cannon fodder painted skin ghost came out from the inside. The skin on his face was mostly broken, with a hideous appearance.

It seems that it should be a desperate guest.

The Cannon Fodder Painted Skin Ghost turned his head and happened to look at Xie Wuyan.

It immediately turned on its demon power, and walked over arrogantly.

"..."

Xie Wuyan took a bite of the apple, didn't bother to move it, just glanced at it eagerly, then curled his eyes and smiled.

Coercion.

Very powerful coercion.

The Cannon Fodder Painted Skin Ghost was taken aback, and immediately put away his demon power obediently, turned his head as if he hadn't seen it, and rushed downstairs with a "Woo" and attacked Ji Feichen.

Then he was burned to death by a spell.

The Xuanniao stopped on Xie Wuyan's shoulder and whispered a rainbow fart: "As expected, your highness, I have long seen that there are no living people in this inn. I can actually see through the monsters like Painted Ghosts who can hide their breath at a glance, not to mention that they are wearing them. It’s the freshest human skin."

Xie Wuyan ignored it.

He watched the scuffle downstairs and slowly took another bite of the apple.

Although the number of these painted ghosts is large and difficult to deal with, after all, the cultivation base is not too high. Ji Feichen and Fengruo can work together to deal with them, but it is only a matter of time.

Oh, yes, there are two more oil bottles.

It is estimated that it will take longer.

Speaking of dragging oil bottles.

Subconsciously, Xie Wuyan set his sights on Shen Wanqing's body.

Then she witnessed her raising her hand unbearably, knocking a hand knife on Zeng Ziyun's neck, knocking her fainted, and hummingly stuffed it under the table to hide.

Xie Wuyan: "..."

In fact, this is really not to blame Shen Wanqing.

Although Zeng Ziyun is the daughter of Elder Xuantian Pavilion, she said she was out for training, but every time she was well guarded by various senior brothers and sisters, the first time she encountered this scene in person, she was obviously shocked.

Frightened, he started calling Brother Ji.

Shen Wanqing felt that this person was just like a flea. After a while, he started to "Brother Ji Ji" without paying attention, and then burst into tears on his body.

Usually, it doesn't matter. At this juncture, any accident will easily cause Ji Feichen, who is already a little difficult, to mess up his mind.

Shen Wanqing persuaded for a while, but found it was useless.

Then he tugged, and found that it was too hard, and he had to work hard to avoid the attacks of some painters, which was very exhausting.

As a result, he simply knocked people out.

save time and energy.

Upstairs, Xuanniao was a little puzzled: "His Royal Highness, why don't you help? If you want to gain the trust of these two people, now is a great time to clean up these painters for them."

Xie Wuyan: "I'm so tired, I don't want to move. Let's talk about it after they have played almost."

"..."

Very capricious reason.

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a flash of black mist downstairs.

Under the cover, a painter teleported behind Shen Wanqing, the demon power gathered into a huge demon claw, and it drew straight toward her heart.

"Escape!" Ji Feichen yelled, aware of the movement here.

But because he was entangled by many monsters, he couldn't rush to Shen Wanqing quickly for a while.

Without any protective treasures, this blow may not be able to withstand her cultivation base.

However, as soon as the voice fell, a beam of golden light flew past, splitting the demon energy that gathered into claws like a sharp blade.

A figure pierced through the layers of black mist and fell in front of Shen Wanqing's eyes. Xie Wuyan raised his hand, clasped her back, and tugged in front of him.

Surrounded by evil spirits in the room, they gathered into countless groups of black shadows, circling up and surging continuously in the small room. However, the square inch of the land centered on Xie Wuyan seemed to be shrouded by a powerful force, and it was not corroded by the slightest evil spirit.

Xie Wuyan looked down at the Shen Wanqing in his arms, then slowly raised his eyes.

Mofa flew with the red and black robe, and the powerful spiritual power formed a barrier in an instant, and abruptly shattered the black mist lingering in the inn.

The circling black demon spirit seemed to be cut into millions of pieces in an instant, bursting open suddenly.

As soon as he turned his head, he found that his Royal Highness had already flown down the mysterious bird: "??"

I remember someone said just now that he was tired?