The Harem Rescue Project

Cannon Fodder A, Cannon Fodder B, Cannon Fodder C.......

After dancing in front of the demon emperor without knowing the so-called, the gorgeous and colorful beauty of the demon race in front of them was dragged down to death in a daze.

Lin Qianshuang listened to those bleak screams unmoved, except for Mu Weiyin who was in the middle who was alive in her eyes, the rest were equivalent to NPCs and had nothing to do with her.

She has no reason to help those insignificant passers-by, cheating once is enough, cheating several times will definitely be discovered.

The law of the quiet soul was released along the sound of the piano, supervising the demon soul who wandered in the air, and the record of the merits recorded by the heavens slowly opened in front of her. A total of three thick pages were all her five. Good deeds accumulated over the years.

Every time she saves a soul, she will write a note in the merit book, and the golden pages give her a sense of pride.

It is a pity that this is not her body, and these merits will be wiped out after her death.

Lin Qianshuang sighed a little, if she was not the body of Demon Xiu, or an outsider, so many merits would be enough for her descendants to be blessed by heaven and earth and enjoy the peace of the three lives.

"After my death, I moved all the merit records that I had accumulated for Ye Linglong into Mu Weiyin's place."

[The host's order has been received, and the host's merits have been temporarily recorded in the target character Mu Weiyin. Heavenly Dao will transfer after the host's death in accordance with the rules of heaven and earth. 】

This merit is useless to her, but it is extremely needed for the city master who will practice ruthless swordsmanship in the future.

Lin Qianshuang felt that her hands were numb, and she was a little numb when she watched the scene of flying flesh and blood. Gradually, she could keep her face unchanged.

After the song was over, the unlucky snake demon was dug out of the inner alchemy, and the **** demon alchemy was placed in front of the piano stage by the guards.

The attendant handed the bowl to Lin Qianshuang's lips, and said, "Girl, Master Feng Yu is considerate of you, and sent this demon pill to make up for you."

The pungent smell of blood overflowed into the tip of the nose, and there was a faint lively demonic air lingering.

Lin Qianshuang glanced at the inner alchemy of the snake demon, smoothed the trembling strings, and looked at Young Master Feng Yu who was sitting on the opposite side and raised his chin provocatively.

Interesting, the next dancer is Mu Weiyin. Could it be that this bird demon knew the inside story for a long time, and at this moment specially presented the snake demon inner alchemy to her to intimidate and deter her.

Lin Qianshuang pinched the demon pill and raised her eyebrows. She was disgusting that the sea of ​​Qi in the dantian was severely exhausted. How could she not accept such a good tonic.

Young Master Feng Yu looked at the white-clothed woman sitting across from playing the piano and inhaled the demon pill, exhaled quite comfortably, his face suddenly unhappy.

This woman really didn't know what was good or bad, and even regarded his warning as a threat to nothing.

As soon as the strings moved, the ten-fingered piano wind bypassed the purple dancers and fell.

A purple light flashed across Lin Qianshuang's eyes, and a faint ray of magical breath overflowed from the piano silk and quietly concealed into the vortex formed by her piano style.

The ink splashed down the wind, and the blank scroll flying around the side was stained with layers of blurred ink.

Mu Weiyin’s black eyes turned to the person who touched the piano. The ribbons of both sleeves were dyed with colorless powdery dye. When she danced, the colorless dye became colorful. It is plated with gorgeous gold powder.

The piano wind envelops her limbs, gliding smoothly across her skin like silk.

Mu Weiyin closed his eyes, as if Lin Qianshuang was right in front of him.

She seemed to wrap her back when she turned, her right hand gently stretched out of her sleeve, and her cool fingertips climbed onto the back of her hand and gently clasped it.

The beating heart seemed to be smoothed in a moment, and she seemed to stand still on a water-colored mirror, silently hugging her in the darkness to keep warm, if the dying Fire Phoenix plunged into the raging fire that burned everything. .

She danced with her face-to-face, as if the phoenix and the phoenix lingering in Nirvana were so tacitly in agreement and provoking the heartstrings.

Leaning back and jumping, Qin Feng passed over her body, as if she was holding her waist lightly, holding her arms in a circle under the gentle spring breeze, as if they were left in this world.

In the vast sea of ​​clouds, there are only two traces of ink left behind, intertwined knowing each other, relying on each other.

The spiritual senses of the two met silently at this moment.

The tips of Lin Qianshuang's ears were slightly blushing, and the magical energy of the piano style was confused for a moment.

At such a moment of crisis, what Mu Weiyin was thinking about was all the mess!

Sitting in the first seat, Xuanluo's charming eyes opened for a moment. This person Xiu got into it, and she didn't pursue it. She wanted to see what tricks that person made. Unexpectedly, she dared to molest her in front of her. people.

She moved her ten fingers lightly, a few silver strings condensed from true energy lightly moved, and the demon energy turned into a sharp blade and pierced towards Mu Weiyin.

Lin Qianshuang's eyes condensed, and the palm wind pushed back, the sharp blade shattered into plumes of smoke, and clusters of stains appeared on the scroll.

She bit her lower lip, thought deeply, and changed the stain into a cluster of flowers as expected.

Xuan Luoqing originally wanted to make that person ugly, but Lin Qianshuang's intentional protection of that person's cultivation prevented her from making trips many times. There was a jealous feeling in her heart, and the foxtail tilted up and slapped the ground irritably, and the black stripes gradually faded from half of her cheek, showing her demon.

These small movements did not affect Mu Weiyin in the slightest.

She seemed to be dancing a god-sacrifice dance, and she had already formed a heavy formation in her hand, and when she stretched her waist, the knot fell.

The demon emperor's threatening Lin Qianshuang's action fell in her eyes long ago.

Mu Weiyin has long been impatient with the existence of the demon emperor, even if the old host did not give an order, one day, she will always think of trying to gather and disperse the soul of the eye-catching fox demon.

The purple-clothed dancers are full of slender hands and float like a cloud sail, and the ink leaps on their toes. The blossoming black and white buds are floating on the canvas. In an instant, the peony blooming in the allure color, the long-painted cuckoo sheds The tears of blood seemed to be condensed on the flower leaf, and the two complemented each other as vividly as possible.

If the piano silk ripples, the illusion of the mirror disappears in a moment.

The corners of Mu Weiyin’s lips raised slightly, and she opened the dreamlike peach blossom eyes, her cheeks were reddened with sweat, her forehead was oozing, and the hair was softly draped on her shoulders, and the painted cuckoo The Weeping Blood Figure floated behind her.

She turned and glanced at Lin Qianshuang, Leng Ao stood upright and looked at the Demon Emperor and the people around her, squinting slightly uncomfortably at those unclear gazes.

Anyone in this world who can watch her dance, except sister Qianyu, deserves to die.

Even if he didn't die, he should poke his eyes blind, pull out his tongue, and be a living dead.

Her arrogance does not allow anyone to see her embarrassed appearance.

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Peony still has the color of the city, but was crushed by the cuckoo cuckoo, which defiled the beauty of the country.

The patriarch of the Fengyu clan and the son of Fengyu both saw the meaning of this painting, and their faces were extremely ugly.

Xuan Luoqing was originally dissatisfied with the Feng Yu clan. Seeing that Lin Qianshuang had such ingenious thoughts, which made this person's cultivation turn into a breeze, and also pleased her, he felt a bit resentful, but there was still a hint of sweetness.

The dance of the girl in purple was exquisite and exquisite, and everyone on the table applauded.

Lin Qianshuang put away the picture scroll, walked to Xuan Luoqing's body and knelt down, lowered his head and offered the picture scroll, "This girl has completed the cuckoo's blood cry, how does your Royal Highness feel?"

"Linglong, I love your piano very much. I'm tired after playing for so long. Go back to my seat."

Xuan Luoqing did not take the picture scroll, but directly cast his gaze on the patriarch Feng Yu's body, and said, "Since it is the question raised by the Feng Yu patriarch, how does the patriarch feel?"

Patriarch Feng Yu glanced at Mu Weiyin sternly, rather reluctantly said: "It is not easy to draw this picture of cuckoo weeping blood with the phoenix returning to the nest. Now that the beauty sent by the snake clans has achieved it, Then stay."

Xuan Luoqing grabbed Lin Qianshuang’s wrist and threw her in her arms. She pinched her chin, her red eyes curled into her ears and whispered, “The woman underneath, you’re right. She cares too much. Her life and death are between your thoughts. If you want her to live, even the old man of the Feng Yu clan who insists on killing him will keep her. But if she would flirt with you again , This seat will never forgive."

"..." She was flirting, and once the dance went wrong, she was joking with Mu Weiyin's life.

Lin Qianshuang laughed dumbly, staggered the subject, raised his eyes and asked: "Patriarch Feng Yu was unsure of his heart. I only tried a little bit, and the father and son were confused. Your Royal Highness is so safe, has you already seen the clues?"

Xuan Luo Qing's fingertips slid her hair around her cheeks, and hid the knife in her smile, saying: "This seat is waiting for the opportunity, this seat of Hongmen banquet, this seat has been prepared."

A dazzling blue light came from the front, and the cold spiritual power caused everyone to look sideways.

The South Sea Shark Pearl was surrounded by four or five people and sent each other with demon power. The pearl body was gleaming and revolving by spiritual power, dazzling and dazzling.

The two smelly birds of the Fengyu clan finally sent the South China Sea Shark Pearl.

At this moment, the light pierced the eyes, it was a good time to stab.

As Lin Qianshuang was thinking, a poisoned silver needle flew towards her eyebrow.

Come on! But why is it aimed at her?

Lin Qianshuang was puzzled, but before the sword in his hand was released, he was pulled to his side.

Xuan Luoqing protected Lin Qianshuang and formed a formation in her palms to resist the silver needle's surprise attack. When she turned her hand over, the silver needle lost its mana and fell to the ground.