After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Qiao Wan was stunned for a while.

The unexpected olive branch made her a little stunned.

The man in front of him was the Demon King, the master of all demons. Qiao Wan thought silently in his heart that if he could work for the master of ten thousand demons, the reward would definitely be a lot. Walking and jumping on the rivers and lakes, he also had a backer.

My immediate boss is a demon emperor, and he can be so powerful when he speaks out.

However, Qiao Wan was also moved for a moment.

She only left Kunshan not long ago, and being a subordinate of Jiaying means that she must obey the boss's orders, which will be a lot of constraints in the future. Even if you are looking for a job in modern times, you have to carefully examine how the company's working environment, salary, and days off a week.

Jia Ying was not in a hurry to answer, and patiently gave her time to think about it.

Qiao Wan asked, "If I were your subordinate, would I have a spirit stone?"

Jia Ying didn't seem to expect that she would ask such a question: "The spirit stone can be used by you."

Qiao Wan continued to ask: "I will follow you in the future, and I will be on call when you fight?"

Jia Ying didn't think about it, and looked proud: "This is nature."

Qiao Wan shook her head, although she was moved, but when she heard the answer, she could only give up regretfully, "Forgive me, I can't agree."

Jia Ying frowned and stared at the girl in front of her with heavy eyes, but she didn't expect Qiao Wan to refuse so bluntly.

Qiao Wan thought for a moment, then answered sincerely: "If you want to constrain your subordinates too much."

Acting is often involuntary.

What's more, the matter of his demon world has not been settled yet. Is she courting death by practicing her qi and blending into this muddy water?

Don't you see the dog brother is such a vivid example.

Qiao Wan had a hunch that to be the subordinate of the honey badger in front of her, she would have to work overtime every day and be busy wiping the boss's ass.

Being rejected so cleanly by Qiao Wan, Jia Ying's expression froze and seemed a little annoyed. After all, he is the co-owner of all demons, and being rejected like this, his face is somewhat unhinged.

As long as anyone in the demon clan refuses to accept it, he will just do it. Jia Ying glanced at the girl in front of him. Honey Badger, who has always believed in strength, was silent for a moment, and then frowned again.

He would never beat the man in front of him until she was willing to be his subordinate.

He only moved slightly, but it wasn't necessary for her.

After all, it is the demon emperor, Qiao Wan is unwilling, and it is even more impossible to hold back. The frantic thought of "hit her willing to be his subordinate" in his heart turned, but Jia Ying's face didn't change, she gave a noble and cold "um", turned around and returned to the restaurant.

As soon as Qiao Wan entered the restaurant, she met four piercing eyes.

At the sight of Qiao Wan, Xiao Boyang and Xiu Gou tacitly saluted, with sympathy in their eyes.

Jia Ying's temperament came and went quickly. He sat on the floor and asked the boss to serve wine in a deep voice.

Just after a fight, it's a good time to drink.

Qiao Wan was sitting down when a jar of wine fell into his arms.

Jia Ying said in a deep voice, "Drink."

Having rejected this recruitment invitation once before, Qiao Wan said nothing, patted the Kaifeng mud boldly, raised her head and took a sip, and drank it all.

carefree.

The man also raised the wine jar.

The best time to drink is to take a break from the battle.

Before that, Xiao Boyang never dreamed that he could sit and drink in a liquor store with Jia Ying. He glanced at him and felt a little pressure, and suddenly he was inexplicably shy and coy.

After all, the demon emperor Jiaying can be regarded as the idol of the good children in the cultivation world. As long as the gender is male, who doesn't want to be like Jiaying.

Wine is good wine.

Even after Xiu Dog regained some strength, he held the wine jar with bright eyes and took a few more sips.

Outside the restaurant, the storm is blowing.

But inside the wine shop, the aroma of wine is overflowing and hearty.

Cen's house.

Originally, it was surrounded by Zhulou, and the terraces were star-studded. At present, the exotic flowers and plants, the rockery and the Qushui were all burned clean by the fire.

The maids and servants hiding in Xuelang Garden looked tired.

The cowardly cried for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "Will we explain it here today?"

No one answered.

The road to the backyard has been blocked.

There are demons in the front and back, and more than a dozen of them have been subordinated, and they have been trapped to death in this Xuelang Garden, unable to advance or retreat.

The previous wave of attacks had just stopped, and the formation in this Xuelang Courtyard could hardly hold up.

When the next wave of attacks comes, who knows if they will be able to live to see the sun tomorrow.

Guiqi Mumu sat blankly in the corner, staring at the large scarlet on the wall, only to feel the cry in his ears getting further and further away.

The large red on the wall belonged to a little girl just now.

This little girl had bad luck and was dragged out by the demon outside, and ten fingers were deeply smashed on the ground, almost torn to pieces.

There were sixteen people in Xuelang Garden, and no one dared to help.

Mainly because of fear.

Gui Qi couldn't help shivering when he thought of the picture just now.

Everyone was thinking in their hearts, they didn't know each other well, why should they sacrifice their lives for this one in vain.

No one helped, and the little girl was still not worth the strength of the demon, so she was torn apart in front of a dozen of them.

The hot and humid blood rain poured over their faces.

Now, it was finally their turn to go down with her. .

At this moment, no one saw a human skin sneaking into Cen's house.

In the Hanshan courtyard.

Mrs. Cen said coldly, "Where is Xuelang Garden? Has anyone seen it in Xuelang Garden?"

"As soon as the fight starts, the maids and servants in front must hide in the Xuelang Garden, where is there no nursing home?"

Mu Fang pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "This time the Lin family is aggressive, and they are determined to pacify our Cen family."

"The second young master hasn't returned to the mansion for a long time, and the mansion has lost so many people. Madam, we can't afford to pay."

"This... this is also what the head of the family means."

"Abandon the line of defense of Xuelang Garden and stick to Shichun Hall."

Mrs. Cen immediately understood the meaning of Mu Fang's words, her face turned pale, she held the corner of the table, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, "Aren't these ten servants not human? There must be someone. go save them."

"No one's going, so I'll go."

Mu Fang hurriedly said, "Madam!"

Mrs. Cen's health is not good. She hasn't held a sword for more than ten years. What should I do?

Mrs. Cen shook her head, "Mu Fang, I'm a medical practitioner."

No one values ​​the lives of others more than medical repairs. As long as there is one person who can be saved, it is impossible to give up. Xuelang Garden cost more than ten lives and should not be given up.

"Bring me my sword."

This sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, with a blade like autumn water, with an apricot-red sword glow. Been with her for many years.

It's a pity that since she married Cen Xiangnan, she didn't use the sword very much.

As soon as Lin Li died, the sword hung on the wall. Although he could see it every day when he looked up, he still allowed it to fall into ashes.

She abandoned her sword to become a doctor in order to save people, and now she is taking a sword again to save people.

Mrs. Cen made up her mind to go out of the Hanshan Courtyard to save people, Mu Fang was so anxious that she couldn't hold back.

"lady!"

As soon as she ran out of the Hanshan Courtyard, Mu Fang paused and stared blankly at the woman who suddenly stopped in front of the Hanshan Courtyard.

Mrs. Cen stood in front of the gate of Hanshan Courtyard, her eyes fixed on the front.

A fluffy human skin fell to his feet.

Madam Cen's face changed immediately.

The human skin was slowly propped up from the ground, fleshy and fleshy, and slowly transformed into an extremely beautiful young man.

The young man smiled slightly, sticky as if it was fished out of blood, his words were affectionate, but his eyes were bitter, "Mother, it's been a long time since I saw you."

Mrs. Cen's eyes were complicated for a moment, but she was not surprised at all: "It's you."

She is not stupid.

The matter of the dozen or so pieces of bacon last night easily matched the boy in front of him.

Such a sinister and evil method is exactly Lin Li's natal practice, the skin painting technique.

The young man in front of him was Lin Qingzhi. Lin Li's son is also her adopted son.

At first, Mrs. Cen really wanted to raise him well.

Raising your husband and his lover's son, of course, has a sour heart.

But the kindness and grievances of the previous generation should not be involved in the next generation. She pity him for losing his mother since childhood, and took him to the Hanshan Academy to take care of him personally.

It's a pity that he always felt that it was her who killed her mother, and he was not close to her since he was a child, and even hated her for it.

I haven't seen him for so many years, he has grown up.

The gloomy little boy at the time has grown into a beautiful boy today.

Madam Cen clenched her sword: "Are you here to avenge your mother?"

Lin Qingzhi asked: "Don't you have anything to say?"

Mrs. Cen: "Yes, there are."

"Your mother's death has nothing to do with me. I also wanted to save her, but I couldn't save her."

The young man seemed to be suddenly provoked, his face changed, and he shouted angrily: "Bitch! You lied to me!"

"It's obvious that you are jealous of my mother for being favored by that old man Cen Xiangnan, and you just watch her die in front of you! You don't want to save her even after she bleeds!"

"Today, I will let you taste the pain that my mother suffered that day." Lin Qingzhi gritted her teeth and said each word, "In other words, the pain that my mother suffered, today, I want you, a bitch, to pay it back a hundredfold. ."

Madam Cen clenched her sword calmly.

Glancing at the apricot-red blade in the woman's hand, Lin Qingzhi sneered, "Do you really think you can beat me?"

"The body is so weak that I haven't used a sword for more than ten years. I want to see what else you can do."

The human skin showed, and in an instant, the smell of blood rushed to the face!

Mrs. Cen jumped back half a step, the sound of the sword was clear and clear, a sword as thin as a cicada's wings, light and agile, the blade of the sword slashed in mid-air, like a rippling apricot-red autumn water.

Very beautiful, very quiet.

The human skin was wrapped in monstrous resentment, unfolding and retracting, flying up and down, and tightly entangled with the sword in mid-air.

The young man was born beautiful, but his expression was as sinister as a poisonous snake. He showed no mercy, and did not see the slightest pity.

After a few moves, the human skin suddenly changed and came straight towards Mu Fang! In the blink of an eye, the woman was wrapped and thrown to the ground.

"Don't you say that Mrs. Cen is pure and kind? This servant girl has served you for so many years. She has no credit or hard work. What are you going to do now?"

"Did he lose the sword, or watch me strangle her?"

The human skin tightened a little, and in the blink of an eye, Mu Fang's face turned red from being strangled, and she stared at Madam Cen closely, trying to speak but couldn't.

No, don't promise.

Mrs. Cen lowered her eyes: "Let her go."

With a clang, the sword fell to the ground.

Mu Fang's eyelashes trembled, tears streaming down her face.

Madam, she is just too soft and supple.

Mrs. Cen took a breath, a blood line running down the corner of her mouth.

When the move was just over, Lin Qingzhi didn't hesitate and greeted her at the gate of life everywhere.

She was already weak, and now she has no strength to resist, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered.

Lin Qingzhi walked slowly in front of her, squatted down, and sneered, "How is it? Isn't it bad?"

The boy's eyelashes drooped and landed on the woman's pale jade fingers, with a bit of resentment and hatred flashing in his eyes.

"Madam is really pure and kind. At the beginning, even if the husband took a concubine, he didn't care, and even because the concubine died in front of her, she abandoned her sword to become a doctor, and learned a hand of 'spinning needle'."

"Then start with the hands that hold the needle?" Lin Qingzhi raised her eyes, smiled again, and slowly took out a knife from her arms, and put the woman's hand on her knee.

tick-

It was the movement of blood falling to the ground.

The woman was lying on the ground, and five of her ten fingernails had been peeled off neatly.

The hands that were once soft, fair and slender have now had their fingernails peeled off, leaving a piece of blood blurred.

The fingers are connected to the heart, the woman's face is pale in pain, cold sweat is dripping, and she gritted her teeth and did not say a word.

Even so it's not over.

The boy lowered his head, and the blade lightly cut a line on the woman's fair fingertips.

When he bowed his head, he looked extraordinarily well-behaved and docile, and slowly began to peel from his fingertips little by little, slowly peeling the skin from the flesh.