The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

The man in black panicked and quickly headed towards the direction of the sound.

In the hazy night, a beautiful and graceful woman in plain clothes was standing on the porch in front of the house. She was playing with a long flute in her hand casually, with a faint smile on her lips and her eyes were strange and mysterious.

The man in black glanced at the corpse on the ground and looked around quickly. There was no one else around, and the woman in front of him had no spiritual energy at all.

The man in black asked suspiciously, "Are you Nan Xingchen?"

Nan Xingchen smiled and said, "It's me."

The man in black frowned unconsciously when he heard this. It was rumored that Nan Xingchen was timid and cowardly, but she knew he was here to kill her, yet she was not afraid at all?

What's the secret behind this?

He pointed at the body on the ground and asked: "Did you kill him?"

"What do you say?"

As soon as the woman spoke, she suddenly flew to his side, and in a flash she appeared in front of the man in black. The long flute in her hand turned into a long sword and stabbed straight at the man.

The man in black jumped into the air at a very fast speed, but his arm was still cut by the sword.

The black-clothed man's face changed drastically, and he took several steps back as he fell from the air. He felt a sudden pain in his neck, and when he touched it with his hand, it was covered in blood.

There was a bloody mark on his Adam's apple, which was cut by the strong wind from the long sword. If the bloody mark had been deeper, he would have died on the spot.

This, this is impossible? ?

The woman in front of him is definitely not the useless Nan Xingchen. The real Nan Xingchen must be in hiding. The one in front of him must be a demon in disguise.

Qian Yi was watching from a big tree not far away, and was shocked when he saw the scene.

The man in black looked panicked: "Who are you? You are pretending to be Nan Xingchen."

Nan Xingchen sneered: "If I am not Nan Xingchen, then I am your aunt."

After she finished speaking, she flew up from the ground, holding a long sword, and stabbed the man in black fiercely. The man in black was not a good person either.

The two men immediately started fighting each other, and there was a clanging sound in the air.

The southern star soared into the sky, spun in the air, and waved out a brilliant curtain of light, like stars falling from the sky.

Although her spiritual power was low, she was as light as a swallow and became more and more courageous as the battle went on. After several rounds, she did not suffer any loss at all.

The man in black was stabbed several times by her sword.

He was so angry that he launched a sneak attack on Nan Xingchen.

Stab it!

Nan Xingchen's arm was cut and blood was gushing out of her arm. She couldn't help but frown and tighten her clenched sword in her hand.

The man in black relaxed his guard and was about to attack again.

Nan Xingchen jumped into the air and slashed down with a sword. There was no fear on Qingcheng's face, and there was a kind of strength and determination in his eyes.

Killing intent gradually emerged in his eyes.

She raised her hand, and a rune appeared on her palm. With a snap, she placed the rune on her chest. She was like a god of war, full of power.

Nan Xingchen held the long sword in her hand and continued to fight with the man in black lightly and flexibly. The masked man in black was pierced by her like a sieve.

Her white dress was dyed red by blood, blood was hanging from the corners of her mouth, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her temples and forehead.

Without the support of spiritual power, it all depends on the strength of runes, which is extremely physically demanding.

Until the man in black's throat was cut by a sword, he let out a scream, and fell to the ground with a thud.

he died.

Qian Yi's jaw dropped in shock. Is this the useless woman that their master asked her to protect?

This woman is not only not a waste, she is like a professional killer.

She has a kind of power hidden in her body, strong willpower, and decisiveness in killing. She is quite similar to their Demon Lord...

Qian Yi recovered and appeared beside Nan Xingchen in a flash. Nan Xingchen asked, "How about you help me do something?"

"What's the matter?"

Nan Xingchen pointed at the two corpses in the courtyard and said, "Hang these two corpses on the beams in Shi Zhi's boudoir."

Qian Yi was shocked: "This..."

Nan Xingchen smiled faintly: "Go ahead. When I meet Su Muwei in the future, I will definitely praise you for your loyalty to your duty and ask him to reward you."

Qian Yi said: "I obey your command."

Although she readily agreed, she was worried in her heart. It was rumored in the demon world that Li Hu and Yu Long were punished and sent to Longji Mountain because they gossiped about the Demon Lord.

Could it be that the woman in front of them really had an affair with their master?

Just as Qian Yi's face was filled with shock, Nan Xingchen suddenly squatted down, took away the storage bags and all the valuables from the two black-clad killers, and finally tore off the gold medals from their waists.

“It’s really poor.”

Nan Xingchen looked at the storage bag and sneered in dissatisfaction: "Is my life worth only these few spirit stones?"

Qian Yi: ...

She felt that the seemingly weak woman in front of her really had the potential to become their queen of demons.

After grabbing the things, Nan Xingchen staggered into the house in a disheveled state. With a bang, the door was closed from the inside.

Qian Yihei, who was outside the house, looked at the two bodies on the ground with a sullen face.

At this moment, she was still unwilling to believe that the two people on the ground were really killed by Nan Xingchen.

Suddenly, a familiar black shadow appeared in the yard.

Qian Yi was horrified: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, aren't you in seclusion?"

Qian Yi met his cold eyes, and his body shuddered unconsciously. He bowed and said, "It was my fault. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

A cold voice came: "No need to be polite!"

Qian Yi pointed at the corpses on the ground and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, they were..."

Before she finished her sentence, Sikong Wuyue said coldly: "I know, dispose of the body."

"Yes, sir!" Qian Yi nodded in response.

I thought to myself: Just as Li Hu said, their Demon Lord is really weird. When did he start liking to peep?

Qian Yi activated his spiritual power, and the corpse on the ground was shrouded in a black mist. In the blink of an eye, the corpse and Qian Yi disappeared in the yard at the same time.

Sikong Wu Yue stood in the yard. He raised his slender jade-like fingers to stimulate spiritual power. All traces of fighting in the yard disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

Inside the house, Nan Xingchen had changed into clean clothes and was treating the wounds on her arms and body. She took out the medicine box and bandaged the wounds carefully.

She had no magic medicine, so these wounds could only heal slowly.

She muttered to herself, "This little body is so weak, I need to cultivate my spiritual power quickly."

Because there is no spiritual power blessing, it is entirely supported by the power of thoughts and runes.

At this moment, Nan Xingchen could no longer hold on. She closed her eyes, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.

Her breathing became regular, and the tall dark figure appeared beside her bed.

A faint smile appeared on his cold and handsome face, and even he himself did not notice the subtle change.

The woman in front of him really shocked him tonight. She always acted too weak in front of him. He never thought that she would be so fearless when facing a strong enemy?

He began to admire her a little.

Su Muwei just stood there quietly, looking at her delicate and soft little face for a long time, with an inexplicable emotion overflowing from his deep eyes.

He muttered quietly, "You are still so overestimating your own abilities and showing off. Look how you hurt yourself again?"

Although his tone was accusatory, there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to condense his spiritual power, and a stream of spiritual power slowly flowed into Nan Xingchen's body.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand, pinched a brown pill between his warm fingertips, and sat down beside the bed to feed her.

He raised his hand to pry open Nan Xingchen's mouth. Nan Xingchen let out a soft sound and actually held his finger in her mouth?

Her true form was an ice daffodil. The slightly cool and soft touch made Su Muwei's eyes slightly widen, and he was suddenly panicked.

His heart was fluttering with excitement, and the throbbing at this moment was like a budding flower blooming on a branch.

Wonderful, joyful, and indescribable happiness.

He took the opportunity to stuff the medicine into her mouth and hastily pulled his hand back.

Nan Xingchen's pale little face instantly turned much redder, the wounds were slowly healing, and the pain in his body gradually disappeared.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously formed a crescent shape.

Seeing her smile, Su Muwei raised his hand unconsciously and wanted to touch her little face.

His hand was suspended in the air, and the words of the Red Flame Ancestor rang in his ears. Hongluan's heart was moved, and he fell into the calamity of love...

Could it be that he really had feelings for the woman in front of him?

No, it's not possible...

He stood up suddenly, and disappeared into the house in a flash.

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