The Villainess Won’t Let the Main Leads Break Up!

Xie Wuyan didn't simply talk nonsense with Shen Wanqing. He put one end of his arm and looked at her with a look of "Is it a problem for you to hear what you said?"

Under the gaze of this kind of caring and mentally retarded eyes, Shen Wanqing was even seen by him as a little vain, and his little head was getting lower and lower as if he was eating food from a hamster.

She thought about it, and finally decided to detour a little bit.

According to reason, Xie Wuyan should now feel pity for the rumors, and the atmosphere of the two in the backyard just now looked pretty good. So stimulate him with the heroine, maybe he can really tell the Buddha.

"Look, this painter has a lot of tricks. Although it was seriously injured, Ji Feichen was also overdrawn too much, so it didn't have the upper hand." Shen Wanqing said, "If it really does fight, I am afraid that sister Feng will be a girl. What's the accident?"

"Really?" Xie Wuyan raised his eyebrows.

Shen Wanqing nodded: "Yes, yeah."

Xie Wuyan: "Well, that's really pitiful."

After one sentence, there is no more text.

Shen Wanqing waited for a while, and after confirming that Xie Wuyan was not panting, he began to wonder if the novel he was reading was pirated.

That's it?

You just sigh?

Why do you react so little to the paranoid male partner that the heroine can't ask for?

Shen Wanqing, who was frustrated one after another, felt a little lost, and simply wrapped the quilt around her body, twisting herself into a ball like a sullen cat.

But I didn't expect that the action was too intense, and I couldn't help rubbing against the wound on his body, and suddenly curled up into a piece of pain, and the grievance became a bitter gourd.

Xie Wuyan leaned on the chair and put his hands on the tabletop, knocking one after another.

Maybe she thought that Shen Wanqing's bulging look was interesting, so she opened her mouth like a joke: "Want me to help?"

Hearing these words, Shen Wanqing's vitality greatly increased, and a carp immediately stood up and nodded vigorously.

"It's not impossible." Xie Wuyan spit out two words slowly, "Please."

"Please." Shen Wanqing blinked his eyes and responded quickly, without even a second pause. By the way, he also included three combos, "Please, please."

"..."

Now Xie Wuyan's turn was speechless.

A hundred years ago, when he was idle, he would always catch a few demon masters to the demon realm to have fun. Most of the time, those who claim to be righteous and righteous would stalk their necks and said sternly, "Bah, you demon, if I Saying half a word to you will be ashamed of the people of Li people in the world."

Although in the end these hard-hearted young heroes would confess their mistakes with tears and tears, and even be their own little brothers conscientiously, at least they would walk away when they were first arrested.

It's the first time Xie Wuyan has seen you even if you don't even bother to take the form like this.

So looking at Shen Wanqing, he was really silent. He didn't understand how the Ji clan, who was a family of exterminating demons, taught his daughter on weekdays. It is even reasonable to suspect that she is the undercover agent who planted in Ji's family to destroy their family's reputation.

Shen Wanqing looked at him with a weird expression, stretched out his hand to pull at his sleeve, and proficiently used his tenth-level coquettish skill: "Big Brother Xie wants to speak and count."

Thank you brother if you have something.

Nothing Xie Wuyan.

Xie Wuyan felt that he had lost no matter how much he thought about it.

He bowed his head and took away Shen Wanqing's hand, stood up without a word, shook his robe, as if he was about to turn and leave.

Looking at the back of Xie Wuyan's decision, Shen Wanqing lowered his head and finally closed his heart.

Forget it, it's really embarrassing to let the Great Demon King go to kill the demons.

In fact, she doesn't worry that Ji Feichen can't catch the painter, but then, Zeng Ziyun, who is full of "Big Brother Ji", must be moved by Hongluan and started to work with a vicious female certificate.

It's done.

Shen Wanqing sighed.

There is no way, let's work harder in the future.

"Do you want to stay here alone?"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a cool voice.

Shen Wanqing was startled when he heard the sound, and looked up.

Xie Wuyan stood in front of the window, his robes fluttered, without wind. The expression on his face was indifferent, the moonlight draped over his brocade robe, and there was some cold air all over his body.

He looked at her sideways, his tone couldn't hear any ups and downs, and he was very light: "Come here."

Speaking of this, Shen Wanqing immediately understood what Xie Wuyan meant. She also ignored the injuries on her body, turned over and got out of the bed, rubbing against him.

Then, the two fell into a new round of silence.

There is no doubt that it takes light work to catch up with the two of Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing.

But Shen Wanqing's current physical condition, coupled with her three-legged cat-like kung fu, is not even as fast as a child's trot.

So she rubbed her hands nervously, decided to break the silence tactfully, and handed over the initiative to Xie Wuyan: "Otherwise, you can pick the posture? I can accept it."

Xie Wuyan: "..."

Not far away from the inn, Shen Wanqing saw a fire all over the sky. The demon qi scattered into thousands of strands and continuously hovered upwards, forming a perfect circle. Immediately afterwards, golden light flashed, wrapped in a huge roar, abruptly tore these monster auras apart.

The flying spirit sword buzzed and vibrated, and the whole body exuded a red sword aura.

The two forces produced a huge aura and competed against each other.

Zeng Ziyun was between these two forces, clutching her chest and coughing up blood constantly. There were blood stains all over his body, and he couldn't stop shivering, and he didn't even have the strength to shout.

She knew that as long as Ji Feichen slackened, she would lose her life.

Rumors and rumors prop up an enchantment, protecting Ji Feichen from being corroded by evil spirits. But no matter how tacitly the two are, their physical strength is obviously consumed almost.

Countless little demons rushed forward, howling, and the human sea tactics are still very useful. As long as two people are distracted, the barrier will be gaped.

Ji Feichen had to be distracted and freed up a hand to reinforce the barrier for the rumors.

The Painted Skin Ghost keenly caught the gap, and a wisp of demonic energy rushed in from under the aura, tightly locking Zeng Ziyun's neck, strangling her almost out of breath, and could only subconsciously struggle hard.

"Xiao Yun!"

Caring is chaotic, the rumor and emotion coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the enchantment was abruptly shattered.

In an instant, the huge demonic energy woven into a net and rushed in the direction of Zeng Ziyun.

Zeng Ziyun's pupils shrank and opened her mouth, but the demon power that strangled her neck made her unable to make a sound, and she could only watch death approaching weakly.

"careful!"

Ji Feichen stood up, his wrist shook, and recalled the Fei Ling Sword, and stood up to block it.

But someone is faster than him.

Down from the sky, with a sharp sword aura, he forcibly split the net of heaven and earth.

Zeng Ziyun looked up.

It was an ink-colored figure, standing against the light, the corners of his clothes fluttered, and he was awe-inspiring.

The moonlight was so cold that it gathered into a spot on the sharp sword end, but it was so burning that people couldn't look away.

Xie Wuyan turned his head and looked at her, there was no wave in his eyes.

But it can pierce the weakness in people's hearts more than any hot eyes.

The picture is very harmonious.

The only discordant thing is—

"Have you landed yet?" Shen Wanqing shrank into a ball, lying on his arm. He leaned his head on his shoulder, closed his eyes and did not dare to look up, "To be honest, I think I am a little afraid of heights."

This is the second time she has experienced being carried away with ease.

The experience is extremely poor.

If it is placed in modern times, Xie Wuyan is at the speed of being stopped and fined and detained on the highway.

Xie Wuyan looked at the Shen Wanqing that was curled up in fear on his shoulders, showing an expression of disgust: "The fight is over."

Hearing these words, Shen Wanqing finally opened one eye and looked around.

Zeng Ziyun stared at her with scorching eyes.

Rumors with a worried look on his face.

And Ji Feichen who is on alert.

And not far away the half-dead painter lying on the ground vomiting blood.

It seems that the fight is really over.

She carefully got off Xie Wuyan, patted the corner of her skirt, and thanked him very politely. Then turned his head and looked at Zeng Ziyun who was a little embarrassed behind him, thought for a moment, and reached out to help her.

Zeng Ziyun turned her head stubbornly and snorted: "Humph."

…Although I don’t know the reason, I can see that I am lost in thought by the Shen Evidence that she hates.

"I know, I know who you are..."

The Painted Skin Demon who was vomiting blood took a sigh of relief, with a bit of hatred in his eyes, and looked in the direction of Xie Wuyan. She panted with every word, and she seemed to be exhausted.

She stared at Xie Wuyan, but suddenly burst into laughter, laughing wildly and terribly, making people shudder, "The people of Xuantian Pavilion actually mixed with him, do you know who he is?"

When Xie Wuyan heard the words, his eyes sank.

Ji Feichen stepped forward to the ground, approached the Painted Skin Ghost, frowned and said: "Xiu is going to talk nonsense and is dying to be struggling."

"Am I talking nonsense?" Painted Ghost's smile gradually became hideous.

Shen Wanqing realized that something was wrong, and she suddenly remembered that when Xie Wuyan fought with Painted Skin Ghost before, he had used demon power without any pretense.

In this way, the Painted Skin Ghost is likely to guess something and expose Xie Wuyan in front of Ji Feichen early.

Shen Wanqing turned his head and glanced at Xie Wuyan.

It's tricky.

Xie Wuyan could not rashly kill the Painted Skin Ghost at this time.

Both men and women are wise men, and it is easy to see Ni Duan.

Painted Skin Ghost: "I'll tell you, what are you staying with—"

Shen Wanqing lowered his eyes, touched the dagger on his waist, and unsheathed it with a move of his wrist.

Although I don't know if it works, maybe, you can give it a try.

In the next second, she squeezed the blade abruptly with her left hand, and clenched it tightly.

The sharp edge cut the flesh and blood, and the blood dripped all the way down the tip of the knife.

Shen Wanqing closed his eyes, as he remembered, manipulating his spiritual power to converge to the wound.

Tearing pain.

The flames ignited out of thin air, as if to burn her entire palm.

The blood was torn into a line, pulling this force towards the painter.

Before the Painter had even had time to finish a sentence, his entire body was entangled and burned by the flame, leaving only a heart-piercing scream.