Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The stories told by the storyteller at Nan Ke Teahouse were wonderful and full of twists and turns. Nan Xiang enjoyed listening to them and eating them. Su Chen enjoyed watching them. The lively and lively appearance of the little girl made his heart feel sweet and warm.

The gambling house on the other side is a different story.

Qianjin Casino, as the largest casino in the City of No Return, is also very lively, but its liveliness is at two extremes compared to that of a teahouse. One is gradually becoming noisy in elegance, while the other is roaring with excitement filled with money.

But deep inside the Qianjin Casino in Bugui City, it was unusually quiet.

Different from the hustle and bustle of the teahouse, the most secret top-floor box of Qianjin Casino is filled with a lazy and dangerous atmosphere.

The demon king Bai Li was reclining on a soft couch covered with snow-white animal skins. The collar of his dark purple brocade robe was slightly open, revealing his graceful collarbone.

He was casually playing with a bracelet between his slender fingers.

The bracelet was made up of eighteen blood-red, round and plump beans. The surface of the beans had a warm luster, as if condensed with endless love and sorrow.

It was the token of love that belonged to the fox demon Qinghe, the Love Beads Bracelet, that Lu Mingxuan cut off two hundred years ago.

At this moment, several of the beans were emitting an extremely faint, almost imperceptible light, as if a sleeping soul was touched by a distant and familiar breath.

Bai Li's narrow and long phoenix eyes were half-closed, and her fingertips gently stroked the glowing beans. The natural bright red at the corners of her eyes looked even more enchanting in the dim light.

The silver crescent mark on his forehead flashed a cold light.

"Tsk... your reaction has become stronger."

He sneered softly, his voice full of amusement, "It seems that I have met an 'old friend'?"

The old friend he was referring to was naturally Lu Mingxuan.

Acacia bean sensed Lu Mingxuan's aura.

At this moment, a demon general dressed in black and with a strong aura appeared silently at the door of the box, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully:

"My Lord, the spy reported back. The Buddhist disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, along with a little demon, entered the city an hour ago and is now listening to a story in Nan Ke Teahouse."

Bai Li's fingers that were playing with the acacia seeds paused slightly, and a glimmer of interest flashed across his narrow eyes for a moment, as if he had discovered a new and interesting prey.

"Oh?"

The corners of his lips curled up in an evil arc.

"The little ginkgo fairy and her holy monk lover? Oh, they really know how to choose a place. This mixed city of No Return is much more interesting than his lifeless temple."

He sat up lazily, his brocade robe slipped off like water, and he casually put the glowing acacia bracelet into his sleeve.

"Prepare the car...oh no,"

He seemed to have thought of something and changed his mind. His smile became wider, with a hint of mischievous anticipation.

"It's more interesting to walk there. I want to see what new things the 'protagonist' of the story fifty years from now can sing if he comes to the stage in advance."

The "fifty years later" he mentioned obviously refers to his prediction as a person from the future about the ending of Su Chen Nanxiang fifty years later.

Bai Li stood up and walked out of the box with lazy steps but with invisible pressure.

The silver moon mark flowed across his forehead, foreshadowing that the City of No Return was about to be in turmoil because of the arrival of these uninvited guests.

Bai Li had just stepped out of the heavy threshold of the Qianjin Casino, where the hustle and bustle and the smell of money were intertwined, and stepped into the air unique to the City of No Return at dusk, mixed with cooking smoke, spices, and a barely perceptible strange scent, when an unparalleled sword intent had already locked onto him like a maggot on the heel!

The sword intent was not a sneak attack, but a dignified declaration, with a sense of loneliness and coldness that severed the past and wiped out all feelings. It was "Forget the Sword"!

Lu Mingxuan!

Bai Li's narrow and long phoenix eyes narrowed instantly, and the natural red in his eyes seemed to be ignited, turning into two dangerous flames.

He didn't even turn his head completely, but his figure swayed slightly in an extremely strange way, like a reflection in the water disturbed by a stone, and became blurry in an instant.

"Tsk-!"

A ray of azure sword energy as condensed as a substance, carrying a chill that could freeze the soul, almost brushed the edge of Bai Li's blurry afterimage, and chopped down fiercely.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the two ferocious stone lion statues in front of the Qianjin Casino had half of their heads chopped off silently. The broken ends were as smooth as a mirror, and were then frozen and cracked by the extreme coldness contained in the sword energy, turning into ice slag and powder on the ground.

The hard bluestone slabs on the ground were plowed into a gully several feet deep that emitted a chilling cold air!

The aftermath of the sword energy spread, raising a cloud of dust. Several thugs and well-dressed gamblers who were guarding the gambling house and unable to dodge in time were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, and then shattered under the fierce sword energy and wind pressure, without even being able to scream.

"hiss--!"

The crowds on the surrounding streets burst into screams of terror, and like a school of fish thrown into boiling water, they instantly exploded and fled madly in all directions.

The sounds of pushing, trampling, and crying were endless, and the whole street suddenly became a mess.

Amid the smoke and dust, Lu Mingxuan's figure gradually became clear.

He was still wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, carrying an ancient long sword on his back. His face was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and his eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts.

He stood at the end of the sword mark, with sword energy around him still undispersed, like a sharp sword unsheathed, pointing straight at Bai Li.

"Demon King Bai Li."

Lu Mingxuan's voice was colder than his sword energy. "Hand over what you have in your hand."