Genius Demon Empress

"Xiaoqi, you live and you live, and you die and I die," the tall and handsome man, with tenderness in his eyes, made a lifetime promise.

The king of spies, Liao, Yue Xiaoqi's eternal backing and guardian.

Liao's face overlapped with the man's face a hundred meters away, almost 99% similar, and Yue Jinghua's heart felt a little astringent.

It has been a month since he came to Canglong Continent, and Yue Jinghua also knows that he will never go back.

The crisis-ridden continent and the uncertain future made her adjust her mood as quickly as possible, forcing herself to adapt to the role of Yue Jinghua.

She must forget her identity as "Yue Xiaoqi".

The fetters of the past will only hinder her progress on the Canglong Continent.

However, at this moment, when she saw that familiar face, she realized that there are some people that she is destined to never forget in her lifetime.

But immediately, Yue Jinghua noticed some differences between the two, and there was obvious disgust in the man's eyes.

The disgusted gaze fell on his face impartially, although he quickly looked away, as if she was a pool of filth.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, forcing Yue Jinghua to withdraw her attention.

Seeing Yuechen's humiliation, the children of the aristocratic families in Boluo City became even more arrogant.

One of them pressed Yuechen's head down and ordered him to pretend to be a dog and slip through his crotch.

Yue Chen's body, which had always been pale and feeble, suddenly stiffened.

"If you don't climb, then we will clean up the door of Liejiabao, so as not to raise any useless garbage. One is useless and the other is dumb." Amidst the jeers of the dandies, Yuechen's immature fists were tightly clenched. At the same time, a strange light flashed on the red mole between the eyebrows.

"Where is the dog blocking the way, blocking my aunt's way?" The stone pavement on the street exploded like a firecracker that was suddenly lit.

Immediately, everyone on the street exclaimed, avoiding the broken stones shot like random arrows, and the dust was flying.

The young man from the aristocratic family who took the lead in insulting the Yue family was coughing, his eyes hadn't opened yet, his body was short, and his feet were stepped on his head.

The owner of that foot exerted a little force, and it was as if an electric pile driver had been pushed against it. First the feet, then the knees, and finally the shoulders, most of the person fell into the rock.

The boy still wanted to speak, but he swung a knife in front of his eyes, and his cry got stuck in his throat.

A half enchanting half ugly face dazzled his eyes.

The group of students from Xuanji Academy lost their voices as if they had seen a ghost: "Yue Jinghua, you are Yue Jinghua."

"It's not your aunt and me, good grandchildren, you don't kneel down and kowtow when you see your aunt," she talked and laughed, and her figure fell.

He patted the back of the boy who had hit the ground with his hand, and the boy shot out with a "poof" like an arrow that had left the string.

Before he could stand still on his feet, there were two crisp "chacha" sounds on his knees, comminuted fractures.

After hearing three loud bangs of "dong dong dong", the forehead of the celebrity Xuan Wuzhong hit the ground, and the three bangs followed, like a ripe tomato, bursting out bright red.

Except for the two people standing on the Qianbin Tower and the onlookers on the street, they only felt that there was a blur in front of them, as if they were juggling.

One moment earlier, the young master of the Yue family was still beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face. The next moment, the person who took the lead in bullying Yuechen was out of shape, lying on the ground, and the marks on his face that had been stepped on by two huge shoehorns had long since disappeared. Humanoid.

Yue Jinghua squinted, and glanced lightly or heavily at the faces of those dandies.

Swept by the corner of her eyes, the group of dandies became cold and smart, as if they had been stripped naked in the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month and thrown into the snow, their arrogance completely gone.

Oh my god, this is not a waste woman from Liejiabao, it is clearly a goddess of death.

"I can see each one clearly. There are some people you can't even move a hair on. Next time you see us, sister and brother, remember to take a detour. Otherwise, he will be your best example. Get out," Zhong said angrily. Roar, like thunder falling to the ground.

The playboys, who had never seen such a brutal and purely violent fight, fled away.

Patting the front of her clothes, Yue Jinghua walked past the crowd, the aura she exuded from her body forced the crowd to scatter.

In front of the Qianbin Building, the two people standing next to the building have disappeared.

Yue Chen prostrated himself on the ground, his eyes were covered by his loose hair, and he couldn't tell what his expression was. After hearing Yue Jinghua's voice, he moved slowly, trying to stand up against the wall.

Through the broken hair, Yue Jinghua caught a glimpse of the stubbornness in the child's eyes.

She shrugged, picked up Yuechen and put it on her shoulders.

Seeing Yuechen, he was taken aback, but he was injured, and he was half shorter than Yue Jinghua, how could he stop Yue Jinghua's "poisonous hand".

On the milky white skin, an extra layer of blush quickly climbed up to the base of the ear, Yuechen resisted with all his strength, but Yue Jinghua used some trick to hold his wrist, making him unable to move.

Yuechen was forcibly carried on his back, and a burst of warmth came from the girl's soft shoulders.

A comfortable and gentle force passed against her skin.

The unprecedented peace of mind was conveyed into Yuechen's body, as if he had found a companion, and also as if... the restlessness in his body, the hostility that was scurrying around, and the nerves in his brain that were about to collapse suddenly let go, Yue Chen unknowingly stopped struggling, his hand hangs stiffly beside his side, no longer moving.

A good show is over, and a bigger good show is in full swing.

"Yue Jinghua seems to be different." In the Qianbin Building, Mr. Xieyu took off an agate grape and threw it into his mouth. Reminiscing about the scene on the street just now, there was a hint of fascination in his peach blossom eyes. Come with an attitude of not being drunk.

"Ugly and vulgar, it's even more unbearable than before," Fa Xiaoyi frowned. He has a noble personality and dislikes flaws the most.

The previous "Yue Jinghua" was ugly and ugly, but he still had a bit of female obedience. Every time he saw him, he always lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, unlike today, his behavior is no different from that of a street ruffian.

And just now, in full view of the public, she directly carried Yuechen on her back, regardless of the people in the street.

Although they are siblings, there are differences between men and women, not to mention that they are not real siblings. Such an act is simply dishonorable.

Fa Xiaoyi's handsome face turned dark like a pot, and he felt an inexplicable unhappiness in his heart.

Yue Jinghua's words and deeds today can only further confirm that she was robbed by someone, and what she has experienced, resulting in a drastic change in her temperament.

"I said it differently. I meant her cultivation. Didn't the lord just notice that her attack just now, tsk tsk, the combination of strength and beauty, pure aesthetics of violence, complete basic martial skills. I have never seen it before. Someone can repair a mysterious person so quickly without using profound strength. My lord, this son's talent is probably better than that female genius rumored to be in Liejiabao. Right now, Liejiabao is going to be lively ," Xie Yu stroked her chin with an inscrutable expression on her face.

"The light of the firefly is comparable to the bright pearl, and the choice of my favorite concubine is a hundred times better than her," Fa Xiaoyi said disdainfully.