Jiang Yan wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he didn't say anything, but chose to go down first to see the situation.

After Jiang Yan left, Mochizuki held on to the railing of the stairs and slowly went downstairs, looking in the direction of the downstairs.

After the boss and the shopkeeper left, the people in the rivers and lakes also felt unlucky, and many people left. Now most of the people downstairs are disciples of Cloud Gate. Looking down from the upper floor, Mochizuki saw Yang Qing at first sight and Yao Fu at second glance.

There were more than a dozen tables set up downstairs, and the two of them sat in front of one of them, and the junior disciples sat on the side. Everyone was talking and laughing, and most of the juniors looked at this Uncle Yao curiously.

Curious, of course.

Yao Fu left Cloud Gate five years ago, and as a captive, he joined the Demon Sect. At that time, she was almost a shame in the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes, and entering the Demon Sect was the hopeless result of this life. Who would have thought that she would have another adventure in the Demon Sect, not only to help Yunmen do internal response, but also five years later, there will be a chance to return to Yunmen.

Mochizuki slowly descended downstairs, staring at the girl in white who was surrounded in the middle.

Yao Fu is thin and thin, with long hair tied high, and black jade on her forehead. She sat straight, her hair and snowy skin, slightly pale and cold. Her expression is light, under the light of the lights, her excellent appearance and excellent light temperament make her look noble and unpredictable.

She is like a spotless cold fairy, even if she has been in the Demon Sect, you will feel a head below her when you talk about it in front of her.

The fairy is always looked up to, and people can't help but want to get closer, but they are afraid of blaspheming her.

Mochizuki's heart pierced - she knew that if she followed Yang Qing, it would be time to see Yao Fu again. In order to wait for Yuan Yingxing to come to the door automatically, she didn't even mind seeing Yao Fu.

But seeing Yao Fu's face, she couldn't help but be jealous and angry.

The disciples of the Cloud Gate were originally under the guidance of Uncle Yao to meet with Uncle Yao. It's embarrassing to say, these newly grown disciples have only heard Yao Fu's name, but they don't know much about this uncle. Even Jiang Yan, he has been by Yang Qing's side for many years, at most when he was a child, he occasionally saw Yao Fu a few times, and he was not impressed.

Everyone is babbling and asking-

"Uncle Shi, are you going back to Yunmen in the future?"

"Hmm." Yao Fu nodded coldly.

"Great! If you go back with us, we will complete most of the tasks we came out of this trip. ”

"Thank you for coming to me." Yao Fu's face softened a little: she had left the Cloud Gate for many years and changed to another righteous sect, and with her such experience, even if she was re-accepted, she would not send these new disciples to recognize people. Yunmen has done a good job, whether it is for her or Yang Qing.

Thinking like this, she looked at Yang Qing opposite. Senior Brother Yang sat opposite, with a brocade robe and jade belt, and his eyebrows were as green as blue. Under the light of the fire, the corners of his lips smiled, his eyes were half lower, elegant and exquisite, upright as if jade bricks, and the rings collided.

He was in the lamplight, gilded with a touch of gold dust, fluttering, and his silhouette was picturesque.

It's so beautiful that it makes people's hearts suffocate, but it doesn't make people feel distant, but they want to be close to him.

But people who are familiar with Yang Qing, like Yao Fu, know how difficult it is to get close to this person. Just like now-

He was still gentle and detached, as if he was listening to them carefully, and no one knew what he was actually thinking.

She was about to say something, when she suddenly felt that the atmosphere around her froze, and the teachers and nephews seemed to be suddenly choked by the throat, and they all silenced in unison, and the unfinished words were held back, and their faces were strange. The young man on the opposite side raised his eyes abruptly and looked behind Yao Fu. At that moment, being illuminated by the brilliance in the young man's black pupils, Yao Fu almost thought that she had seen it wrong: she saw the golden shadow in the eyes of the handsome young man, swaggering like spring, like immersed ice and snow, melting at the beginning.

But only for a moment, the young man's eyes returned to darkness.

At the same time, a slender and weak hand was on Yao Fu's shoulder. Behind him, a girl's voice sounded, "This is Miss Yao, I'm glad to be there." ”

Miss Yao?

The juniors of Yunmen call her "Senior Uncle", and the disciples of other sects, when they see her, most of them will call her like this because of their seniority, even if they are the same generation, they are also "Senior Sister" or "Senior Sister". The sect inheritance is like this, and some people call her "girl"?

Yao Fu turned around and saw a beautiful face.

At the first glance of the other party, her face suddenly changed. The aura of the whole person, which was cold in itself, suddenly became extremely cold and full of vigilance.

At the same time, the smile in the girl's eyes deepened, one hand held her shoulder, and the other hand behind her suddenly appeared, a dagger flew out of the sleeve, the girl's wrist was lifted, and at a very close distance, she stabbed towards Yao Fu.

At such a close distance, the girl was ruthless and did not hesitate, and there was no murderous spirit at all before. If you hadn't been vigilant for a long time, even if your martial arts were world-famous, you wouldn't be able to dodge.

"Miss Yang!"

"Uncle Yao, be careful!"

When the juniors of the Cloud Gate on all sides saw the cold light of the dagger, their faces suddenly changed, and they wanted to make a move one by one. It was Yang Qing who also stood up, and with a wave of his sleeves, an awe-inspiring sword aura flew out from his fingers, wanting to stop Mochizuki's sudden attack on Yao Fu. But at such a speed, in the close proximity of Mochizuki and Yao Fu, no matter how much the periphery wanted to interrupt, it was too late.

Mochizuki's eyelashes are flying, and the corners of his mouth are always smiling. Her eyes were smiling, but her hands were moving swiftly - you go to die!

The assassination that should not have been avoided no matter what, Yao Fu leaned down, and the whole person turned into a snake, quickly dodging and walking, standing behind Mochizuki. She can move so fast, obviously, at the first sight of Mochizuki, she was alert, and she didn't think of Mochizuki as an innocent and kind little girl.

Seeing that Uncle Yao was fine, Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He was quickly calculating in his heart, thinking about resolving the enmity between the two girls - isn't it just a senior uncle? It would be nice to make it clear!

"Miss Yang......"

The disciples miscalculated again.

Because Yao Fu, who stood behind Mochizuki, did not have the pride of a disciple of the great faction, and disdained to make a move on a girl who did not know martial arts. Standing behind Mochizuki, Yao Fu held down the sword on her waist, the cold white light was bright, she instantly drew her sword, the cold air seeped through, and without hesitation, she flew forward and stabbed Mochizuki.

Mochizuki has no internal strength, and even if he has martial arts moves, he is not Yao Fu's opponent.

Yao Fu is almost sure to hit.

Even though Mochizuki turned her head, she couldn't dodge it at all in the overwhelming sword light that came at her.

Mochizuki stood still, the corners of her lips still had the previous smile, and her eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was puzzled and relaxed: it turned out that she was destined to die in the hands of Yao Fu?

When the tip of the sword was an inch away from the center of Mochizuki's eyebrows, a slender hand caught the tip of the sword between two fingers, and the other hand pulled the girl behind him.

Mochizuki was surprised, looked up, and looked at the young man who was blocking in front of him. He was as tall as jade, and a sleeve was scattered in her hand. He took her hand, the joints were well-proportioned and the shape was beautiful. But only Mochizuki knew, and a layer of sweat appeared in his palms.

Yang Qing......

Mochizuki's heart softened, and in the flash of light, her pink girl's heart was still overflowing.

And immediately afterwards, Yao Fu and Yang Qing fought on the first floor of the inn. Yao Fuzhi is killing Mochizuki, and Yang Qingzhi is protecting Mochizuki. And Mochizuki is not a white lotus, she is not protected by Yang Qing, so she stands by and watches. She also joins the fray, looking for an opportunity, still wanting to kill Yao Fu.

Yang Qing was very tired - both girls wanted to kill each other, and they were murderous. He was in the middle, resisting most of the killing moves, exhausted.

The juniors of Cloud Gate were already dumbfounded: What is the situation?

"Senior brother, what are you doing?!" Yao Fu's martial arts are not Yang Qing's opponents, the other party is like a shock, and his cultivation is far deeper than her, plus there is also a moon watch, Yao Fu is soon in the lower place. She used to say little, but at this time, she couldn't help but hurry up, "Do you know who the person you are protecting?" She's a Demon Cult ......"

Yang Qing's eyebrows were cold.

Steeply rose up, fingers on the woman's body a few big holes, leaving Yao Fu's unfinished words in his mouth, and nailing the woman stiffly in place.

With the other hand, he pulled Mochizuki tightly, and also prevented Mochizuki from stepping forward again.

The battle was finally over, Yang Qing turned his head sideways, his face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

Mochizuki originally looked at Yao Fu's eyes full of hatred, but when he came back in an instant, his heart was beating rapidly, and he held the young man's arm, "Yang Qing! ”

She was secretly annoyed in her heart, and her hatred for Yao Fu made her forget that Yang Qingzheng was poisoned and should not use martial arts. The more he consumes, the faster the toxicity evaporates.

"Uncle Shi!" The junior disciples finally gathered around.

"It's okay," Yang Qing whispered, instructing Jiang Yan, "Take care of her." He was referring to Yao Fu, who was unable to move after him pointed to the acupoint, and at Mochizuki, he coughed a few more times, the blood between his lips was like Zhu, and he said, "You come with me." ”

Yao Fu looked at the pale young man steadily, and pulled the worried girl away. The junior disciples surrounded her, apologizing, asking, and embarrassed, but Yao Fu couldn't hear them. Her hands and feet were also cold, and her mind was dazed. Because in her brain, the system is coldly reminding her:

[Mochizuki's favorability towards the host; -200。 】

Favorability is not good, she doesn't care about this.

What she cares about is the name "Mochizuki". It was the word "Mochizuki" reminded by the Jinjiang system in my mind when I saw the girl's face.

Demon Cult Saintess Mochizuki.

This man should have died.

Yao Fu was more frightened than anyone else, and she clearly saw that the world had changed. Everyone is becoming self-aware, and the world is automatically correcting its previous mistakes. Her mission, her mission...... Is it going to fail?