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

When Shen Wanqing rushed to the village, the flames spread to the sky.

Even if it is not far away, you can still see the evil spirit entrenched above the village. However, the lights are brightly lit from house to house, and many villagers hold torches and look like sparks from a distance.

The person who surrounded the center in this group of flames was Ji Feichen.

He knelt down on one knee, holding the sword and struggling to support it, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. There was a huge cut on his arm, and blood was dripping down the hilt.

According to the truth, even if Ji Feichen lost his skill, relying on his cultivation base, he should not be so strenuous to deal with this mountain demon. But no matter how these villagers came out, swarming forward to intercept and attack him.

Even if he knew that there were some hints, he still cared about these villagers for fear of hurting their lives.

In this way, he was frustrated, and under distraction, he was hit hard by the mountain demon.

"Brother Ji!"

Shen Wanqing pushed aside the crowd surrounding him, ran to him, squatted down and supported his shoulders, so that he could straighten his body: "Are you okay?"

There were blood stains on Ji Feichen's eyelashes. He turned to look at Shen Wanqing in front of him, he was relieved, raised his hand to hold her wrist tightly, and snapped her into his arms: "Fortunately, you are fine."

Being embraced so unexpectedly, Shen Wanqing's pupils shrank slightly, and he did not react, but he could clearly feel a cold gaze passing behind him.

She turned her head stiffly--

Xie Wuyan watched the warm and affectionate scene between the "brother and sister" with cold eyes, smiling somewhat mockingly.

Shen Wanqing: "..."

How can you see the originally good socialist brother-sister relationship is so guilty.

Shen Wanqing comforted Ji Feichen with a few words and glanced around.

The expressions of the villagers next to him looked fierce, and they could hear something whispering:

"The sacrifice team hasn't returned yet. This group must have angered Lord Shanshen."

"These monks who deserve a thousand swords."

"..."

Hearing these words, Ji Feichen almost scratched his palm with bleeding marks.

Shen Wanqing frowned, looked around, and noticed something was wrong.

This demon was obviously seriously injured by Xie Wuyan, but at this moment, the demon's energy did not continue to diminish, on the contrary, it seemed to be slowly recovering.

and many more……

"Brother Ji," Shen Wanqing asked hurriedly, "Where is Sister Feng?"

At the same time, Luo Geng shook frantically, pointing in one direction.

That is the direction of the rumors.

[Female Matching System:

warn! warn! It is detected that the heroine is about to be threatened with her life. ]

Hearing this, Ji Feichen raised his eyebrows, and there was a rare coldness in his two-way warm eyes. He picked up his sword and got up and said, "Take care of yourself."

Having said that, he was ready to rush in the direction of rumors.

"boom"

At this moment, an old woman knelt down in front of Ji Feichen and grabbed his trouser legs: "You can't go, you can't go. If the mountain **** is gone, our entire village will be over."

As if opening a mouth, countless people swarmed up to surround them.

"You clearly know that it is not a mountain god, but a demon who **** human blood for a living." Ji Feichen's eyes were cracked.

People are selfish in the final analysis.

"Whether it is a **** or a demon, three years ago, when most of our village starved to death due to drought, how did you monks take care of our lives? Those temples ate our incense and offerings, so how could they care about us? Life and death? It’s the Lord Mountain God who saved our village from fire and water, gave us gold, silver and money, and blessed us with good weather."

Ji Feichen could not tame the mob, but with his ability, these ordinary people couldn't stop him.

His wrist shook, as if he was about to break through the crowded crowd forcibly.

She seemed to be aware of what Ji Feichen wanted to do, and the old woman became more excited: "Cut the demon? I yeah! You monks only care about becoming immortal. How can we benefit? Only the mountain **** can save me from being seriously ill and stupid. Son. If you dare to take a step forward today, the old slave will smash to death on this stone pillar, and let the people of the world see how your benevolent monks forced us to death."

This sentence successfully stopped Ji Feichen.

He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, his veins violent, and the pain between his eyebrows was full.

The Ji family taught since childhood that the knight was kind, so that he could not go to watch these villagers die in front of him.

"boom"

Not far away, he split a sword gas and broke through the dense fog.

It's just that the sword aura looked too weak, and it was soon swallowed by the black mist again. But a few light spots can be seen sporadically, struggling to support it.

"Ayao!" Ji Feichen shouted hoarsely.

Shen Wanqing glanced at the old woman who was trying to look desperately, then at Xie Wuyan who was watching the play, and then stretched out his hand to him: "Can you lend me your sword."

Without asking why, Xie Wuyan handed the sword to her hand.

Shen Wanqing drew out his sword, walked through the crowd to the old woman, examined her for a long time, and then said to Ji Feichen who was on the side: "Brother Ji, you go and save Sister Feng, give it to me here."

Ji Feichen's eyes were red, and only a little reason was left to force him not to get angry. He turned his head and looked at Shen Wanqing: "You?"

"Yeah." Shen Wanqing said, "you can rest assured."

The demon mist not far away formed a huge whirlpool, and the rumor was struggling to support it. In the end, it was difficult to resist.

Upon seeing this, Ji Feichen no longer had any worries, so he stood up and ran in the direction of the rumors.

"Stop him..."

The old woman's voice stopped abruptly before she could finish her sentence.

Shen Wanqing’s Jianfeng pressed against her throat, her eyes were always smiling, and her voice was calm, but she quieted the noise of the surrounding people: "If you hit the stone, you can take a breath. It's painful to live. It's better to hit my sword and die more securely."

There was no sound around.

After a long silence, someone finally reacted and started clamoring.

"Sure enough, the cultivators are all insidious people, and they still promise to exterminate demons and defend the way, don't they take the lives of ordinary people?"

"It's ridiculous, you know that there is a dying child in this old man's family who is still waiting for the mountain god's relief? The immortal cultivator has no mercy."

"If this matter is announced to the world, it will definitely make you face..."

"Shen Wanqing."

Shen Wanqing didn't blink his eyes, and reported his name every word: "Don't you want to tell the world? Then remember my name anyway. Those people may be unbearable just now, but I won't. I am not a demon master, I am a spoiled eldest lady who grew up spoiled, and my personality is not very good. Walking on the road and being dragged by you as a sacrifice, it's also unpleasant."

As she said, she looked at the woman's eyes, and the sword edge approached a little bit, and cut a blood stain: "So you understand? I have the heart to kill you."

Shen Wanqing's tone was too calm.

But often such a tone without emotional ups and downs is the easiest to make people feel scared. Almost everyone can be sure that she can really kill this woman without blinking.

Shen Wanqing could tell.

This group of poppers looks plausible, but in fact they are all motivated by profit. Being so aggressive, it was nothing more than seeing Ji Feichen not daring to act on them.

The more selfish people are, the more often they cherish their lives.

Ji Feichen couldn't understand the true thoughts of these people, and he didn't dare to really bet on their lives.

Sure enough, the old woman staggered a few steps back, and was helped by someone to limp on the ground, touching her neck, hiding her face and crying bitterly. He thumped his chest, slapped the ground and said, "My hard-failed little son..."

Shen Wanqing ignored them, put the sword in the sheath and handed it back to Xie Wuyan.

Since both sides have torn their faces, the villagers are not hesitating.

Insults and verbal abuse continued one after another, buzzing around Shen Wanqing like flies.

Shen Wanqing turned a deaf ear, looking in the direction of the rumors.

The Fei Ling Sword stood in the air. Ji Feichen closed his eyes tightly, and the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth slowly dripped. His wrist vibrated, dozens of spells came out, and the dense fog was burnt with a golden light.

He jumped up, his pale blue figure swept across the night sky, hugged the rumors, and protected her in front of him.

It seems that the man has been saved.

Shen Wanqing finally let go, and just as she turned around to look for them, she suddenly felt that the back of her head was hit by a small stone.

She stepped.

Immediately afterwards, stones were thrown at her one after another.

Shen Wanqing turned around.

A little boy who looked six or seven years old was covered with muddy hands. Seeing that she was looking at him, he quickly hid behind the adult, stuck his head out, and "bah bah bah" at her.

Shen Wanqing felt tired for the first time.

She didn't want to care about these people too much.

Because I knew that with my eyes closed, Feng Ruoqing would not bear to blame these people after he was rescued. Even the monks of Xuantian Pavilion will be used to help the village to recover and to treat the so-called seriously ill children.

Use love to influence ghosts and evil people.

This is the only way for the protagonist to grow.

However, just as Shen Wanqing was about to leave, he suddenly heard a sorrowful scream behind him——

Xie Wuyan pinched the boy's neck tightly, raised his arms, and let his legs hang in the air.

He struggled desperately, but couldn't make a sound, he could only struggle desperately.

The villagers on the side opened their eyes wide, but no one dared to stop him as a bird, except that the child's mother was pulling Xie Wuyan's arm, her eyes full of horror.

There was no emotion in Xie Wuyan's eyes, as if what he was pinching in his hand was not a living person, but a dead thing.

Finally, when the child was only breathing, he released his hand, shook his wrist in disgust, and then turned to look at the villagers beside him.

The voice that was still cursing just now stopped for a moment.

"Coincidentally, I am not in a good mood today."

Xie Wuyan's expression looked like a smile instead of a smile, his eyes flicked over the faces of the group of people one by one, "I'll count--"

As he said, he raised his index finger and began to light up the people around him one by one, reading the number of people lightly. Everyone who was spotted would shake his whole body, and his face was full of horror.

"Okay." Xie Wuyan laughed and said slowly, "I have always had a good memory."

threat.

An undisguised threat.

After Xie Wuyan finished speaking, he walked in the direction of Shen Wanqing, but halfway through, he seemed to think of something again, turned his head and turned back.

The little boy was being held to follow his breath, and was caught off guard by Xie Wuyan and brought him to Shen Wanqing.

The next second, the back of his neck was pinched, and he knelt down abruptly with his forehead knocked on the ground.

"Apologize." Xie Wuyan's voice was as cold as ice.

Shen Wanqing was stunned, and then reacted.

…hapiness! She has so much face!

Suddenly I feel less tired.

The boy was so frightened, how dare he continue to apologize with red eyes trembling and trembling.

Shen Wanqing: "Not enough, you give me three more knocks."

Cheap does not account for the big fool.

You have to kowtow to me if you are a child.

Pissed off.

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