Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

The rain and miasma intertwined together in the hazy sky and earth. A group of Jindan-stage city defenders emerged from the depths of the mist like a group of ghosts, carrying two people with them.

A little girl and a woman in plain clothes.

Lily and Su Huan.

After Zhu Jiu saw clearly, his expression suddenly turned as cold as ice, and a brutal murderous intent swept through his body.

The former was already unconscious, her face and nose were bruised, her limbs were covered in blood, her tendons were severed, and she was dragged backwards in the mud by her hair.

The latter... was wearing a torn robe.

She was held tenderly by a burly man in the Jindan stage and sat on his broad shoulders.

Zhan Yu's fingers tightly grasped the torn collar.

Half of the robe barely covered her thighs. Her slender white legs were trembling because of the rain and the man's rough hands reaching into her clothes, but were also entangled tightly together because of being exposed.

The raindrops streaked across the purple spots on her skin, ran down her slender leg bones, and dripped from her taut toes.

Those city guards were also Zhang Jiji's personal soldiers who followed him on the top floor of Chunyan Tower all day long. They had obscene expressions and satisfied eyes.

Everyone knows what happened.

Everyone was stunned.

How dare they? That person is under Zhu Jiu's protection!

Even Zhang Jiji's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw it.

He knew that he would not survive.

At that moment, his mind raced like lightning. The first thing he did was not to question his men why they disobeyed orders, but to put his two swords against Su Huan and Baihe's necks before Zhu Jiu slashed at them with his sword.

His cold gaze swept across the stunned crowd and fixed on Zhu Jiu, who no longer had a smile on his face.

Everyone knows that Zhu Jiu, who sealed thousands of throats with an umbrella that day, smiled like a jade-like Shura, but the first time he realized the true horror was when he didn't smile.

Zhang Jiji, who was used to the ups and downs of life, looked away after just one glance, and the knife in his hand, which was as steady as a rock, trembled.

Zhang Jiji licked the cold rain water on his lips and spoke to Zhu Jiu in a low voice.

"Fairy Zhu Jiu, I don't know whether your sword is faster or my knife is faster, but I am sure that a Yuanying cultivator can drag these two girls to their deaths together, don't you think?"

Feng Qingjue was extremely angry, "Zhang Jiji, what on earth do you want to do? You actually attacked an innocent person!"

The others also came to their senses, and their eyes towards Zhang Jiji had changed. This commotion did not seem to be just for Ying Qingmei's cenotaph.

What is his purpose?

Zhu Jiu lowered his eyelashes, and countless ways of killing the opponent before he could react flashed through his mind, but none of them required the assistance of spiritual awareness or soul power.

But these two points are what she lacks now.

The sound of rain was loud and the voices of people were silent. Zhu Jiu was silent for a moment, looking at Su Huan's lifeless blind eyes.

The wet hair lay gently against her neck. She was also silent and gentle, as if she was calmly waiting for some irresistible fate to come.

Men, knife tips, heavy rain, or something else.

So Zhu Jiu suppressed the murderous intent and violence in his fingertips, relaxed his brows, and said in a half-mouthed voice, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

He deliberately led her away, and while Feng Zhiyi was trapped in the barrier by Feng Qingjue, he kidnapped Baihe and Su Huan. Wasn't he just trying to threaten her?

Feng Qingjue's face suddenly changed when he heard this. He wanted to do something with his hand hidden in his sleeve, but finally put it down and looked at Zhang Jiji fiercely.

The latter's tense heart relaxed. Fortunately, his guess was correct. Zhu Jiu really cared about their life and death.

Then things will be easier to handle.

Zhang Jiji's face was wrinkled and after a moment of thought, he showed a hidden and floating smile. The scar squeezed the wrinkles, and the wrinkles extended the scar.

He said, "I have said that the person I am marrying today is as noble as Fairy Zhu Jiu."

"Then why not...it's you, Fairy Zhu Jiu?"

Zhang Jiji looked at Zhu Jiu with a flattering look and spoke in an extremely arrogant manner.

"To die under the peony flowers is like being a romantic ghost. I invite Fairy Zhu Jiu to step down from the altar and worship heaven and earth with me."

"how?"

Everyone: "!!!"

Zhang Jiji, you really don't want to live tonight!