Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Uncle Lu, I haven't had time to apologize to you. I had many misunderstandings about you in the past."

Bi Zhi invited Lu Ke to meet alone, then handed him the things she had investigated, lowered her eyes, and concealed her extremely complicated mood.

"And this...about Jiaoyang."

Lu Ke took it, looked down for a while, and suddenly his fingers trembled: "I can't live to be eighteen years old. Is this the price that needs to be paid for the blood-sucking demon skill?" All things in the world are mutually reinforcing, and there is no way to be invincible. If you secretly practice forbidden techniques, you will surely suffer the consequences. But why, he.

The scroll in Lu Ke's hand fell to the ground, his face extremely pale.

"Even Uncle Lu is like this, is there no other way? There is really no other way." Bi Zhi lowered her head, tears falling down like uncontrollable tears.

Although the world said that Jiaoyang was evil, she didn't want her to die, she really didn't.

Everything finally came to this point.

Chu Lianjue turned around from the door, his face calm, and his heart felt numb and dead.

He walked step by step, his eyes dark, his footsteps on the road, his face expressionless.

He should be happy. That woman finally got her comeuppance. Without him taking action, that woman would undoubtedly die, and the lives of his entire clan would be avenged. Isn’t this the punishment of heaven for extremely evil people?

Chu Lianjue suddenly stopped in his steps, clutched his chest tightly, frowned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

He fainted and fell to the ground.

Jiaoyang arranged for her father and sister to be buried in style. She was dressed in red clothes and stood with one hand on her back. She looked at the fire burning the corpse in front of her, her eyes gleaming.

"Report to the master."

Fu Sheng knelt down on one knee to report something. He glanced at the corpse over there, feeling a little confused.

The master's thoughts have become increasingly unpredictable recently, and even he can't understand them anymore. He didn't understand what his master meant by this move, whether it was towards the former leader or the former leader.

If it was towards the former leader, why did the master need to cremate the body without even leaving a body? And why did she bother to pursue the whereabouts of the former leader? Or, the master just wanted to get rid of him after getting information about him, and never have to worry about it. ? But if it was really for the former leader, why did the master disobey the former leader, take the body out of his secret room, and then organize the funeral in such a grand manner.

But he knew that his master must not be in a good mood now.

Jiaoyang turned her gaze slightly.

Fu Sheng continued to bury her head: "Master, the group of Jianghu disciples captured in the last battle at Tea Guest Villa, my subordinates have been ordered to bring them to the palace."

"very good."

Jiaoyang fluttered her sleeves, stepped up the steps, and finally sat on the carved and gilded leader's chair. Her red dress flowed down the steps and spread on the ground.

The corners of her mouth deepened slightly: "Bring them up."

Now that I have sat on this chair and sat in the position where that man once sat, of course I have to experience the feeling he once had.

"Yes." Fu Sheng looked back and gave instructions, and several Shenyue Sect members brought the prisoners up. They were all tied up with hemp ropes and kicked several times from behind, forcing them to kneel on the ground.

Jiaoyang stroked her chin, leaned her head towards them, supported her knees with her hands, and looked down at them with a half-smile.

"Demon girl!" The prisoners kneeling on the ground were furious when they saw her. They rushed up on the spot, as if they wanted to kill her, but they were controlled by the demon cult members behind them and could not move.

"be honest!"

The group of prisoners became more and more indignant, and their bodies continued to struggle: "You are such a vicious girl. As the daughter of the former leader, you would rather associate with the devil's sect. Today we are prisoners, but tomorrow I will turn into a ghost. I will never let you go!"

"Yes!" All the knights agreed, regardless of life or death.

Baiye Liufeng appeared at this moment and landed lightly behind Jiaoyang. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked at them coldly.

"Very good." A clear sound of clapping suddenly appeared, and Jiaoyang stood up and looked at them with a smile. At the same time, there was also the sinister aura on her body.

Everyone below was stunned.

She is really becoming more and more like that man.

Baiye Liufeng looked at her with complicated emotions in his eyes. Thinking of yesterday again

He tightened his fingers and his eyes dimmed.

"What tricks do you want to play again? Let me tell you, the people of our seven major sects can be killed without humiliation!"

"Yes, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

The crowd below was excited. In contrast, Jiaoyang was extremely calm at the moment, even looking a little cold. However, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised in amusement.

"You are all so upright and upright, how about we play a game. It is also my test for you. If you pass the game, I will naturally let you go without lifting a finger from you. How about that?" She twitched the corner of her mouth and said, A huge smile.

Everyone looked at each other and started talking for a while. In contrast, the Demon Cult members stood on both sides extremely quietly.

Due to the previous intervention of the Shenyue Sect, only two of the seven major sects were left in the arena. The people below are mainly divided into three groups, one is the Muxu sect, the other is the Kunshan sect, and the third group is the Jianghu wanderer like Lu Ke who has no family or sect. They were temporarily staying at Tea Guest Villa. A group of its own.

A man who seemed to be the leader who had been temporarily negotiated stood up.

"What do you want?"

"What you have to do is very simple. You all know that no matter what you want in this world, you need to exchange something of equal value."

Jiaoyang sat back on the leader's chair, supporting her chin with her fingers and folding her legs, as if she was going to watch a show: "So, since you want to survive, then follow my rules, Shenyue."

She waved her hand and ordered people to bring incense burners and a sign on the wrist of each prisoner with numbers written on it.

Jiaoyang lowered her head and clasped her fingers as if to count: "From now on, based on the amount of incense burned in this incense burner, every time you kill someone, you can get a glimmer of life for yourself. As long as you kill If it’s enough for ten people, I’ll let that person go.”

As if she had finally finished counting, she raised her head and smiled brightly: "How about, the lives of a group of people who are destined to die can be exchanged for the survival of a few people inside. Isn't this game very interesting?"

"You're dreaming! Do you think we will be fooled? Don't think we don't know what your plan is. You want us to kill each other. It's absolutely impossible!"

"Of course I will not set such bloody and cruel rules," Jiaoyang laughed in vain and rubbed her sleeves, "I have just taken up the position of leader, and I don't want this temple to be stained with blood. So... this is God's There were rules in the Yue Sect, but now that I am the leader, there are naturally other rules."

Two chapters in one.