Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The five fingers covering her hand had already been pulled away, and she looked back at the man who suddenly took her out.

"Article 48 of the Shenyue Sect's canon, traitors, including those who have two hearts, will be killed without mercy."

All the believers were stunned for a moment, and a smile of unknown meaning was drawn from the corner of their mouths.

The boy stretched out his slender fingers, and the blood-red butterfly flapped its wings on his fingertips.

"If you want to join the Shenyue Sect, you have to forget everything about the past and dedicate all of yourself to the Shenyue Sect. Can you do that?" The boy who had been standing on the branch and seemed not very talkative turned his head to ask at this moment. .

"It can be done," Jiao Yang turned her head to him, with the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, "I have already betrayed the Sheng family and my father, and even dedicated to him the secret books that the family has guarded for generations, so there is nothing I can do."

"Isn't it because you're afraid of death?" There was a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

Do you really think you've found sanctuary? Shenyue Sect is a place where the weak eat the strong and cannibalize people without spitting out their bones. If this weak little thing really joins the Shenyue Sect, he probably won't survive half a day.

"Of course I am afraid of death, no one is not afraid of death, but I am more afraid of dying alone. And I understand that from the moment I joined the Shenyue Sect, my life no longer belongs to me, but belongs to the Shenyue Sect. "

Her eyes looked at the man who was like quenching snow.

Baiye Liufeng was slightly stunned, frowned, touched her chin, and began to re-examine this little girl.

Her performance and expression are not quite right.

"Since you have made up your mind to join Shenyue, the name Sheng Jiaoyang is enough to cause an uproar, so it must not be used anymore."

The man suddenly made a faint sound, Jiao Yang looked over, he was lowering his head and wiping his blood-stained fingers.

"Then me." Jiao Yang was stunned, looking at his back as he was walking away, the snow-white fox fur dragged on the ground.

"I have a subordinate by my side, named Yi Fuling, who is about the same age as you, and has a similar figure. You used her identity name, so it's easier to remember."

"Yi Fuling" Jiao Yang lowered his head, thinking for a moment, "What about her?"

"killed."

He was so understated, Jiao Yang looked over, suddenly at that moment, an inexplicable emotion surged up in his heart.

It is said in the original book that Yi Fuling is very mysterious in the Jianghu, her identity is a mystery, no one knows her origin, only know that she is now a demon girl.

No one knows and no one cares about her past, but there are rumors that she was born in a famous family, but after being massacred and displaced, she joined the Demon Cult.

Jiao Yang seemed to understand something, and suddenly understood.

Now it seems

All the believers had already dispersed and destroyed the leader's mansion. Naturally, there were still many follow-up things to do. For example, check if there are still alive; look for the first half of the Shaxue Demon Art; and carry the golden treasure.

Boxes of supplies are being transported continuously, and corpses on the ground are being trampled on at will.

There are only two of them left here.

The man's cool hand fell on her shoulder, and his long eyelashes lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes were cold and firm.

"Follow me, from now on, I will change your life."

Jiao Yang smiled, as bright as spring flowers in March.

Yi Fuling.

It turns out that she is Yi Fuling.

She really likes the role of Yi Fuling, so she will not let this role disappear.

Jiao Yang put her hand on it.

Four years later.

A girl in a red dress wearing a bamboo hat led the disciples of the Demon Cult to massacre the entire sect of the Akiyama sect. This was another shocking tragedy in the martial arts world after the previous lord. Blood soaked the door lintel, and corpses piled up into mountains.

Her boots were light, and she stood alone on the horse, threatening her life every step of the way, and her moves were vicious. She rushed out several kilometers away and killed the head of the Qiushan faction with one blow.

The corner of her mouth curled up, and she withdrew her palm, with malice in the corner of her mouth. A folding fan carved in red lacquered wood was removed, revealing a flirtatious and eye-catching face.

"The leader of the Qiushan School, Wu Wuzi, is nothing more than that."