A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

The girl was dressed in a dark blue bunt, with a high ponytail with a silver thread button hanging down to her waist. She was slender and handsome. She looked about eighteen or nineteen years old.

She didn't notice the situation here at all, she pulled the soft whip from her waist and whipped it towards the strong man.

"If you dare to tease your aunt, even if Zuo Wuyin comes, he won't be able to save your grandson!" The woman's eyebrows were raised, and she ruthlessly hit the disciple's lifeblood.

Gathering crowds to fight is commonplace in Wuling Moxiu, and almost no one pays attention to this side.

Feng Ye hissed unconsciously following the howling of the strong man, and exclaimed, "What a heroine!"

Mo Qingyu: "A member of your Demon Cult? Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Moxiu shook his head, "But it seems that she has a deep resentment with Zuo Wuyin."

Feng Ye flicked the short knife inserted into the table with his fingertips, and the sharp blade trembled.

The inscription "Shangxue" on the sword.

Mo Qingai frowned suddenly, grasped the handle of the knife with her fingers and pulled it out from the table lightly.

This knife is clear and flowing, and its aura is compelling, it is not something in the devil's religion.

Feng Ye gasped, "You know him?"

"I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"people?"

"Knife." Mo Qingai pinched the blade as thin as a cicada's wing and pondered for a moment, "It's a thing of the meditation school."

Feng Ye looked at this girl: "This is actually a disciple of your sect? What is she doing here? If her identity is discovered, won't she be surrounded and suppressed on the spot?"

"The skill is good. Jindan is about to be promoted to Nascent Soul. This qualification should be an inner disciple." Mo Qingai said, "I have seen a knife in the Treasure Pavilion before, but the inscription on the knife has not been engraved at that time."

"This kind of treasure can be thrown around. It seems that he is a well-established disciple in your school." Feng Ye took the short knife and twirled it around his fingertips, clamped it, and swung his wrist.

bass--

The woman turned her head suddenly, the long whip blocked the flying dagger.

"Good skill!" Feng Ye applauded, and was glared at by the woman.

"Where did the despicable person come from, how dare to sneak attack!" She stepped on the strong man's chest with one foot, and pointed the whip in her hand at Fengye's table.

"Return it to its original owner." Feng Ye clicked on the crack on the table, "The knife is not bad."

The woman came back to her senses and realized that she almost hurt someone by mistake, and she was wrong first, so she nodded stiffly.

"...Sorry." She snorted awkwardly, turned around and kicked the man on the ground in the chest to vent her anger, put away her long whip and prepared to leave.

"Wait." The shopkeeper who had disappeared for a long time finally appeared, and twisted the woman's sleeve with his hips on his hips, "Miss, lose money."

"Pay me..." The woman was halfway through talking, when she suddenly saw the young man who threw the knife just now holding another man's hand. The place where the knuckles intertwined happened to be a big hole, which was indeed stabbed by her Shang Xue.

"I'll just pay." The woman felt in her bosom, only to find a kit containing medicine. She suddenly remembered that she was cheated out of all her money yesterday by a god who claimed to be able to find Zuo Wuyin. After cheating into this wilderness, she disappeared!

"Hey, girl, money!" The shopkeeper coughed, pointed to the signboard behind him, and wrote: Fighting in this shop is prohibited, and offenders will be compensated in full.

The woman recovered from her anger, her face flushed suddenly, "I...I have no money."

"No money?" The shopkeeper was very straightforward, "Jewelry and weapons can be mortgaged—I think your knife is good——"

"No! My father gave it to me when I was a child!" The woman covered Shang Xue.

The shopkeeper said: "This whip is also fine."

The woman clasped the soft whip around her waist and stared, "This is a thousand-year-old dragon skin whip! It can buy you a hundred noodle shops!"

The shopkeeper stared at the jade pendant coiled by the woman: "This jade can also be delivered."

"No! This is our quiet..." The woman almost announced her family's identity, and quickly turned a corner, "Our family's heirloom must not be left behind!"

"Hey, what do you mean?" The shopkeeper was angry, and he patted the rotten wood table behind him, "I'm still golden nanmu! Lose money quickly! Otherwise, you don't want to leave!"

"Huh?" Mo Qingxi paused for a moment.

When the woman turned around, a section of pure white snow jade peach blossom buckle was exposed, and the pink tassels swayed in the wind.

"What?" Feng Ye raised his eyes, saw Mo Qingai's expression changed, and followed his gaze.

"I know who she is now." Mo Qingai thought of the jade pendant, "Zhong Xue, my brother's only daughter."

When the word Zhong Xue was mentioned, Feng Ye gradually had some impressions. Isn't this the woman who put the cuckold on him in the original script?

Now it should be that handsome fiancee, why come here alone?

Feng Ye was a little surprised, "What is the eldest princess doing here? Is it to personally arrest you and bring me to justice?"

"I'm afraid it has nothing to do with you and me." Mo Qingai withdrew her gaze, not interested in this niece and niece whom she hadn't seen a few times.

"Uncle Master, don't you care?" Feng Ye looked at Zhong Xue blushing at the innkeeper's embarrassment, almost crying, probably he had never been wronged like this for many years.

He lightly kicked the man's calf, "Master, please relieve me."

Seeing Feng Ye's smiling face, Mo Qingai sighed, took off the wedding gown from her waist and the pair of jade pendants and patted them on the table.

"Shopkeeper, I'll pay it back for her." The cold voice was like spring water, Zhong Xue turned around, and it was one of the broken sleeves just now.

The man turned his head to the side before, and she didn't see his face clearly, but now she saw the extraordinary posture of a celestial being, which was extremely beautiful.

"Thank you." Zhong Xue thanked embarrassingly.

The shopkeeper took Yu and muttered, "The clothes are rotten like this and you still pretend to be a good person..."

Feng Ye beckoned to the girl.

"What's the matter, young man?" Zhong Xue approached and sat down on the stool, "My name is Zhong Xue, thank you just now."

"It's nothing." Feng Ye said, "I just heard you mention Zuo Wuyin, do you have any grudge against him?"

"Of course there is a grudge!" Zhong Xue frowned, "He hurt my beloved." If Cheng Yu's dantian hadn't been seriously injured and she couldn't be more diligent, she wouldn't have been forced to have sex with that pink-faced sissy surnamed Qing got engaged!

What kind of shit is a great achievement in subduing demons?Zhong Xue's face was terribly ugly, and some people would believe that Qing Jun could be an undercover agent who endured humiliation for a hundred years!

Zhong Xue thinks that it is more likely that he will serve the devil with color!

It is better to let her die than to marry the kind of guy who has no responsibility and only glib.

Feng Ye's teeth ached when he heard the word "loved one", remembering Qingjun's weak and unable to take care of himself, he felt a little more sympathy for the blind girl in front of him, and was about to enlighten her.

"Do you know about the collusion between Zuo Wuyin and Qingjun, the demon hero in the cultivation world?" Zhong Xue still didn't know whether the two people in front of him were right or wrong, so he made half-truths and half-false nonsense, "Zuo Wuyin used the information of the former demon master and Weakness traded with Qingjun, Qingjun wanted reputation, Zuo Wuyin wanted status, and the two hit it off and made things like this."

Feng Ye and Mo Qingai looked at each other, he hesitated, "Isn't the person you love Qingjun?"

"How could it be that kind of dog!" Zhong Xue's eyes widened, "I'm not blind!"

Feng Ye knew that he had misunderstood, and the girl knew people accurately, and then he heard her say, "Qingjun must have had an affair with the former Demon Lord, I..." She was suddenly speechless.

Mo Qingai pinched a sect trick, "I am also a member of the Jingxin sect, Miss Zhong Xue."

Zhong Xue breathed a sigh of relief, "It turns out that you have already seen my identity."

"You mean Qingjun and the former Mozun?" Mo Qingai raised her eyebrows, ignoring Feng Ye kicking him dishonestly under the table.

"Ah, that." Zhong Xue finally spit out the secret that Zhong Xue had been holding back for a long time, "The night before the demon king asked the crime, I saw Qingjun go to the dungeon and followed secretly, only to find out! They have that kind of shady relationship !” She remembered that day when she hid behind the wall and heard Qingjun's sticky voice, she felt a chill.

"I told me... I told the head, he doesn't believe me!" He also scolded her not to always try to cancel the engagement.Zhong Xue rolled her eyes, "So I came to find Zuo Wuyin in person, as long as I can catch the evidence of the collusion between the two, that treacherous and vicious person will be able to reveal his true colors!"

Feng Ye secretly sent a voice to Mo Qingai, "I didn't have sex with that white lotus! In the script, he has always seduced me and used me! I have never even held his hand!"

"You still want to hold his hand?" Mo Qingai narrowed her eyes and gave Feng Ye a dangerous look.

Feng Ye couldn't argue with his words, and scratched the man's palm aggrievedly.

Zhong Xue was halfway through talking, when she suddenly saw that the two people in front of her had different expressions, and they all fell silent in unison. She showed a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Feng Ye kicked Mo Qingai lightly again, "Miss Zhong, we also have a grudge against Zuo Wuyin, why don't we go and avenge it together?"

Zhong Xueying raised her brows with pride, and said excitedly: "What kind of hatred?"

"Enmity between life and death." Feng Ye raised his lips and pointed at the person next to him, "Let me introduce you."

"His surname is inexplicable Qing Ai, your uncle."

Feng Ye saw the girl's instantly stiff face, and then pointed to himself, "Feng Mingye, the former Demon Lord who was framed."

The amount of information exploded in Zhong Xue's mind like a thunderbolt, and the scene of the two men clasping their fingers suddenly flashed out just now.

Her whole body trembled, her eyes were full of shock and fear, and the hand holding the flood dragon whip at her waist was slipping a bit.

"By the way." Feng Ye showed a threatening smile, "Your uncle, Mo Qingai, is my lover. I have nothing to do with Qingjun, so stop making up such gossip, my niece."