Junior sister of the whole department, what's wrong with being a little arrogant

Feng Yuetong only felt that the cold touch was like a poisonous snake coiling around her neck, which would take her life if she was not careful.

Fortunately, his spiritual power had been replenished, so at this moment he easily took out a few silver needles from his Qiankun bag.

Niu Honghong, lurking in the dark, is always ready to fight.

"Killing you can save thousands of lives. Sacrificing her can be considered her good fortune!" Ji Huan's voice was as cold as jade, yet chilling to the bone.

The emotionless words coming out of his mouth didn't seem that annoying.

On the contrary, it is a pleasant experience.

But Feng Yuetong is not like that.

Following a flash of dazzling silver light, Chi Hong let out a dull cry.

The moment the silver needle pierced the back of his hand, Niu Honghong had already rushed out, and Chi Hong swung the sickle in his hand quickly.

"careful!"

Feng Yuetong let out a heart-wrenching roar, then immediately drew out his butcher knife and chopped towards Chi Hong.

Chi Hong teleported backward, thus increasing the distance between the two.

The butcher knife may look crude, but it actually emits a dim glow, indicating that it is a high-level spiritual weapon.

With just a bang, Niu Honghong's strong body was knocked to the ground by Chi Hong's kick.

"Niu Honghong..." Feng Yuetong rushed over in horror and saw blood flowing out of the corners of Niu Honghong's mouth.

Ji Huan's deep eyes shone with amber light, and he still looked at Feng Yuetong with a cold expression.

He seemed a little surprised, but he didn't act too shocked.

That cold gaze fell on the dark butcher knife in Feng Yuetong's hand.

The seemingly ugly butcher knife seemed so out of place in the hands of the thin girl, yet it had a faint glow.

The butcher knife had already left the girl's hand and was spinning rapidly towards Chi Hong.

Chi Hong raised the ghost-head serrated sickle in his hand with disdain and chopped it down at the butcher knife.

Bang!

The sound of sharp weapons colliding was somewhat deafening.

With Feng Yuetong's control, the butcher knife has returned to Feng Yuetong's hands.

Feng Yuetong felt her entire arm was numb with pain, and she could hardly hold the butcher knife in her hand.

The man was also knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.

Feng Yuetong rolled over and quickly stood up.

Looking at Chi Hong again, his brows were slightly furrowed.

There was a dark light of surprise in his deep eyes.

The ghost-head sawtooth sickle was glowing darkly and surrounded by demonic energy. Chi Hong's hands were also shaking slightly.

Ji Huan's gaze fell on Feng Yuetong again, and finally fell on the butcher knife.

A girl with no cultivation at all could actually use a butcher knife to strike the young master of the Demon Sect.

"You little thing has no cultivation at all, but you do have some skills. Why don't you come back to the Demon Sect with me and have some fun!"

As he spoke, Chi Hong flashed and moved directly towards Feng Yuetong.

The ghost-headed sawtooth sickle with powerful demonic energy also hooked towards Feng Yuetong at the same time.

Feng Yuetong only felt the powerful pressure that made her chest blood boil. When she almost vomited blood, the bone-toothed sickle hit her face directly.

Feng Yuetong also hurriedly retreated, but how could her speed catch up with the Demon Sect's young master Chi Hong.

Niu Honghong on the ground was also struggling hard, trying to get up and save his master.

At the critical moment, a scent of grass and trees wafted through my body, and a sudden warmth came over my slightly cold waist.

Her skinny back was leaning against a muscular chest. Si Tianming, a handsome man, had already held her in his arms and was taking her to avoid Chi Hong's attack.

Feng Yuetong looked up in surprise and shock and looked at the person behind her.

I used to think Si Tianming was very good-looking, but he had a weird personality and no sympathy.

But at this moment, when she looked at this face again under the Guitou Sawtooth Scythe, her heart trembled suddenly.

"Jihuan, this little thing is mine, give it back to me, otherwise..."

Ji Huan looked stern and said in a deep voice: "What else? Chi Hong, you can't escape today."

"If I want to run away, there's no way I can't." Chi Hong looked at Feng Yuetong again.

"Before I leave, I want to take this little thing with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic aura of the ghost head with a sawtooth sickle was seen attacking Ji Huan with great force.

Chi Hong approached and stretched out his hand to Feng Yuetong, and it was obvious that he had other intentions.

How could Ji Huan give him this chance? He hugged Feng Yuetong and dodged again, and slapped Chi Hong.

Chi Hong took the palm strike reflexively and was forced to take several steps back.

He frowned and swallowed the blood in his mouth with great effort.

"Little one, we will meet again."

Chi Hong gritted his teeth, gave Feng Yuetong a malicious smile, and then used a teleportation talisman to escape.

Ji Huan was about to chase after him, but just as he let go of Feng Yuetong, he fell down.

The tall body pressed directly towards Feng Yuetong. Feng Yuetong did not expect that things would turn out like this. She was caught off guard and was pressed under Ji Huan in a very ambiguous posture.

"Get up..."

Feng Yuetong pulled her hand out with great effort and pushed Ji Huan.

Ji Huan's face turned pale and transparent. "Don't move. I just need to rest for a while."

There was a faint floral scent on the girl, which made Ji Huan feel that his breathing was instantly smoother.

No one knew where Feng Yuetong got the strength from, but this time she successfully pushed Ji Huan away.

Feng Yuetong was about to get angry and wanted to scold Si Tianming for being a hooligan, but when she saw Ji Huan's expression, she understood instantly.

"You are poisoned."

"If it weren't for the poison, do you think I would have let him escape?"

Ji Huan lay there looking somewhat exhausted, but he still spoke in a domineering manner.

The cow came to Feng Yuetong in a crooked manner. Its body had shrunk and it walked with a limp, obviously seriously injured.

Feng Yuetong took out some pills from her Qiankun bag and fed them to Niu Honghong as if they were free.

"You little fool, why are you rushing in without even looking at who your opponent is?"

Niu Honghong obediently licked the back of Feng Yuetong's hand and said, "Master, the baby is fine. It's just a superficial wound. I was careless just now, so that guy took advantage of me."

"Next time I see that guy, I will bite his leg off."

Feng Yuetong rubbed Niu Honghong's head and said, "Why don't you just bite off his neck?"

Niu Honghong nodded seriously, "Master is right, we should bite his neck off."

Feng Yuetong then looked at Ji Huan, "Although this trouble was forced upon me by you, you saved me just now, so I will detoxify you, so we are even now."

Feng Yuetong was about to detoxify Ji Huan, and Ji Huan asked in surprise: "Are you an alchemist?"

"I know a little bit." Feng Yuetong replied, and without paying attention to Ji Huan's eyes, she began to detoxify him.