The first goddess of pride

"Stop looking for me, am I right in the palm of your hand?" The voice was joking and lazy.

Only then did Mu Xianning remember the existence of the Soul-blood Demon. She suddenly raised her hand. The Soul-blood Demon was still embedded in her palm, like a water drop. On top of the round water drop, there was a small hole for threading a rope.

, at this moment it looks like the eyes of the Soul Blood Demon.

As if in response to her question, the luster of the jade itself surged, and the bloody color inside kept rolling, as if it had a soul.

Only then did Mu Xianning realize why this voice was so familiar. This was the voice that disappeared from her ears when she devoured hundreds of spiritual beasts.

"Who are you? Show up." Mu Xianning's voice was cold without any warmth. She always kept a cold distance from strangers and did not easily break the rules.

"Tsk, tsk, you're talking like that to the benefactor who saved you. You're such an arrogant girl, but I like it." The words just finished.

A trace of red gunpowder smoke ignited in the small hole of the scarlet blood jade in Mu Xianning's palm. As a faint trace of smoke emitted, a trace of blood smell condensed in the air, filling the entire space. As the red smoke spread little by little,

As it rose, it actually condensed the outline of an image, but its lower body was like the genie of Aladdin's lamp, buried in the round hole of the jade like a wisp of gunpowder smoke, as if he were the soul residing in the jade.

The outline became clearer and clearer, and Mu Xianning could clearly see that it was a red-haired man. The red hair was soft and elegant, as soft as red flames, and seemed to be alive. His face was so fair that it made people look...

Almost transparent, the charming face was actually very beautiful, and the eyes were soft and charming. It was as if her soul was taken away the moment she saw it. Mu Xianning's heart suddenly tightened, and she looked at his red eyes warily.

pupils.

Beautiful men and beautiful women are both a scourge.

In this magical continent that is different from modern times, anything can happen, but with Princess Qingyue's common sense and what she has experienced in the past few days, she does not know whether the figure in front of her is a human or a ghost.

As if hearing Mu Xianning's innermost voice, the red-haired man smiled softly, "I am the soul." If he wasn't dressed in a man's attire, it wouldn't be strange to think he was a woman.

"Who are you? Have you always been hiding in the soul-blood demon Luo?" Mu Xianning really couldn't think of when he followed her.

"I've been sleeping in the Soul-Blooded Demon. Can you wake me up?" The man said with a helpless frown.

Mu Xianning raised her eyebrows and glared at him in displeasure, becoming even more wary of the man who came out of the Soul Blood Demon.

"If you hadn't woken me up, I wouldn't have woken up, but I would like to thank you. If it hadn't been for swallowing so many spiritual beasts, I wouldn't have been able to break through the confinement in one go and come to the outside of Soul Blood Demon in the form of my soul.

." The man said, looking around with nostalgia.

"Tsk, tsk, I seem to have been locked up for a long time, and the style of this building has changed so much."

"Guan?" Mu Xianning seemed to understand something and stood up. The red-haired man moved with her movements.

"You already have the Soul-Blooded Demon, and you still don't know why? Haha, that's really strange." The man smiled, his smile so beautiful that it made the flowers blooming in the room lose their color.