An Qi Niang didn't get an answer immediately, and the back slowly turned around.

There was no light, but it didn't prevent An Qiniang from seeing the face of the person in front of her clearly.

What kind of face is that, cold and profound, under the eyebrows, a pair of unwavering phoenix eyes, slightly raised.

The thin lips are like knives, revealing a chill, even the darkness can't hide it, and the domineering and ruthlessness exuded by his body.

It was a man who made people's souls tremble at the first sight.

And at this moment, this man is looking at An Qiniang with a creepy look, what is he pinching in the man's hand.

An Qi Niang fixed her eyes and saw that it was a pair of flowers that bloomed strangely and bewitchingly.

The flower, the color of the flower, the golden body, as dazzling as the scorching sun, burned An Qiniang's eyes, that flower, more beautiful than any kind of flower she had seen in her life,.

Such a flower, such a man, met in such a night, An Qiniang only felt a chill in her heart.

"Who are you?"

An Qiniang didn't realize that her voice trembled slightly.

That's a kind of unprovoked, the fear of the inferior to the superior.

"The person who hurt me still wants to get out of the way, you say, how should you die?"

In the dark night, the man sneered, and the voice, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, made people cold from the skin to the bones.

The moment his words fell, the stamen of the flower in his hand turned red in an instant, as red as blood.

An Qi Niang knew that it was not good, and she just wanted to make a move.

She could only hear a "poof" sound, and her eardrums vibrate.

Several shadows swept in front of her eyes, like a hurricane rolling in her face, An Qi Niang only felt that her body, like a fallen leaf, flew up.

There was a whistling sound in her ears, and she couldn't tell whether the sound was sword wind or gangqi.

Her throat rolled, trying to make a sound, but when she tried to make a sound, the breath in her body couldn't be spit out.

Eight swift sword qi pierced her limbs, body, and skull, nailing her to the wall.

An Qi Niang's eyes gradually stopped moving, turning into a dead gray.

Tick-tock, that's the sound of blood falling to the ground.

"It's a pity that the monk from Nan Wushan is not here, otherwise, he can recite a mantra for you. ”

Wu Chong snorted coldly.

An Qi Niang should have died a long time ago.

It's a pity that the appearance of Nanjiu allowed her to live for an extra hour.

After cleaning up An Qiniang, the remnants of the Mixed Yuan Sect and the Yaochi Immortal Pavilion should also be cleaned up.

Wu Zhong flicked his sleeves and was about to chase Chen Mu and the Great Elder Changluo.

Stomp

The sound of hurried footsteps, accompanied by the sound of clothes blowing, came from outside the courtyard.

The inn where the Great Elder Changluo lived was the largest inn in the city, and in order to make it easier, the Great Elder Changluo had a separate courtyard.

On weekdays, the people in the inn don't dare to break in rashly.

Could it be that Chen Mu's gang went and returned?

It's okay to save him one more trip.

Wu Chong's sleeves moved, his five fingers turned into palms, and his body was like a ghost bullying the closed door.

As soon as the man outside the door stepped in, he could shatter his head with a single palm.

Just when Wu Chong's hand was only a few inches away from the door.

He heard a short breath, and a faint aroma that seemed to be unfamiliar, familiar to him, and which spread in the night and contrasted sharply with the heavy smell of blood in the courtyard.

Wu Chong's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and his heart stopped beating as if he had been hit by something.

They withdrew.

At the moment when the courtyard door was pushed open, Wu Zhong dodged and hid behind a pillar.

The door creaked open.

Outside the door, Ye Lingyue gasped, and her dark eyes looked at the dark courtyard fixedly.

Her pupils shrank fiercely, and she saw An Qiniang's corpse on the wall.

An Qi Niang's blood was not cold yet, and it flowed all over the place.

The eight heavenly ques, like eight pillars, nailed An Qiniang to the wall, and blood splattered all over the wall.

Her eyes bulged out, and she couldn't blink.

He's dead.

Ye Lingyue swallowed hard, and then looked at the courtyard.

The door was open, and on the way here, she saw Chen Mu and Great Elder Changluo leaving Sifang City.

That man, shortly after they left, killed An Qiniang.

Wu Chong ...... It was killed by witches.

The eight Tianque obtained from the Taiyi Secret Realm are still there.

Just now, just as she was about to push open the door, she obviously felt a rapid killing force.

At that moment, she hesitated briefly.

At the moment when she hesitated, the killing force quickly collapsed like a levee, and there was no trace of it.

In my ears, I heard a shallow breathing.

Ye Lingyue's gaze moved to a pillar.

She struggled to move her steps to the pillar.

Behind the pillar, Wu Chong's body was stiff and terrible.

He had heard that familiar breathing, getting closer.

In this life, Wu Zhong has never been so nervous as tonight.

He didn't even dare to take his own golden ghost face, because he was still wearing Feng Xin's clothes.

How did he explain to Ye Lingyue that he was wearing a ghost face and wearing Feng Xin's clothes to kill An Qi Niang, a half-step Divine Ability Realm powerhouse.

She finally wanted to know.

Wu Zhong is Feng Xin, and Feng Xin is Wu Chong...... How would she react when she found out?

One is the Feng Xin she loves, and the other is Wu Chong, who she hates.

And these two people are one person.

Wu Zhong leaned against the pillar, and his heart sank little by little.

She would get angry, she would turn around and leave, and she would never pay attention to him again.

Just when Wu Zhong turned a thousand times, Ye Lingyue's footsteps stopped moving forward.

She suddenly turned around and ran out of the courtyard quickly.

Wu Zhong's body went limp, and he sat on the ground embarrassed by the pillar.

He smiled wryly and walked out.

In the courtyard, An Qiniang's body was still there, Wu Chong waved his hand, and he took back the eight Tianque.

The deserted moonlight in the courtyard, Ye Lingyue's rash intrusion, disrupted Wu Chong's plan, he groaned, and did not chase after Chen Mu and the others, but immediately rushed back to the inn.

Ye Lingyue ran out of the inn together.

In my mind, the scene of Fang Cai kept echoing.

Although she didn't see who was behind the pillar, she did see a familiar corner of clothes.

It was Feng Xin's clothes, and that was the one he wore during the day.

Ye Lingyue's mind was in chaos.

There was an answer, shouted wildly in her head.

"No, no, how could Feng Xin be ......" Ye Lingyue shook her head violently, as if to drive out the increasingly ingrained thoughts in her mind.

But there was a voice in her heart, which kept saying it over and over again.

"Actually, you have long doubted, why deceive yourself. ”

The two voices with completely different brains and hearts were engaged in the battle between heaven and man, and after standing for half an hour, Ye Lingyue calmed down a little.

She walked back to the inn where she was staying, and as soon as she reached the inn, she saw a familiar figure wandering there.