Fusang wine didn't wake up and was completely powerless to dodge, his eyes were scattered, his body swayed slightly, and when he saw Cen Duxiao, he frowned and said angrily: "Cen Duxiao...... Where did you go...... I've been looking for you for a long time......"

Cen Duxiao saw him bleeding and was about to suffocate, she withdrew the hibiscus flower in her hand and said to him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone, do you hurt?"

Fusang blinked slowly, leaned forward, and was pulled back by the monk with brute force, the wound on his neck deepened a few centimeters, and blood dripped on his shoulders like a few budding plum blossoms.

Fuso seemed so confused that he couldn't sense what was happening, and he muttered, "What does it hurt? I don't know what you're talking about...... What are these people doing? Are you...... Isn't it again, what's the trouble, you, don't let people worry, hurry up, solve it, let's go back to sleep, sleep, okay?"

His tone was gentle and gentle, as if no matter how big a mistake his family made, it was a small problem in his eyes.

But Cen Duxiao is a demon god who kills people and arsonists and does all kinds of evil in the eyes of these people! As soon as they heard Fusang's pampered attitude, they became angry.

Someone in the crowd sneered: "She killed someone, and you said it so lightly!"

"A demon god, a demon venerable! not a family, not a family!"

"None of them are good birds! There are so many people who have died at the hands of the two of you! Don't even think of escaping today!"

"Do you still want to leave, today is your time of death!"

"What?!Killed??," Fusang's body shook in shock, he closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, but he was still weak and unable to muster his spirits.

He's not in the right state! It's not like he's drunk, it's like he's poisoned!

As soon as Fusang moved, the sword around his neck went deeper, and Cen Duxiao was so angry that she wanted to kill them all, but she had to figure out what happened to him first.

Cen Duxiao's eyes darkened with red glow, and he said sharply, "What did you do to him?!"

Cen Duxiao's eyes were blood-red, and the black qi lingering on his body was gathering more and more, so evil that he looked like a hungry ghost, and he could only be happy by dismantling these people who hurt Fusang into his abdomen.

The monks present were majestic at first, but now they were a little frightened.

The monk who had held Fuso straight straight, adjusted his sword, and made sure that Fusang was under his control, before he spoke, "As long as you ...... You put down the butcher's knife and apologize for your sins, I, I will give you the antidote, otherwise he will die through his intestines!"

The monk's voice trembled uncontrollably, and Fuso twisted his body, tickling like a worm crawling behind him, and he caught a glimpse of the monk's hand trembling and touching him.

He couldn't help laughing and moved to the side: "Hahaha, what are you shaking...... Don't shake...... I'm afraid of itching......"

The monks looked at Fusang with complicated expressions and incredulity, the legendary Demon Venerable was such a child's heart?

They heard that the Demon Venerable was decisive in killing, commanding the long-scattered Jiuli tribes, and recovering a lot of lost territory of the Demon Clan.

The young man in front of him who was dressed in white and had a fairy wind was really the former demon god and the demon venerable who dominated Jiuli?

After only a moment of suspicion, the monks even more thought that Cen Duxiao and Fusang should be killed!

A demon who is simple and harmless on the surface, evil and cruel in the heart, and inconsistent on the outside! If the two of them are allowed to leave today, I don't know how many people will be victimized and die in vain because of their gullibility!

All the people in this inn are bloody lessons! Before the two of them arrived, everyone was alive and well, and when they came, the corpses were all over the field, and the souls were not scattered!

Damn!

The monk slapped Fusang's back in annoyance, and said angrily, "Are you afraid of itching, aren't you?

Fusang was unconscious, and the monks guessed that he must have lost his cultivation to end up in such a mess, otherwise with his previous strength, it would be impossible for them to be next to the corner of his clothes, let alone catch and control him, so the monks relaxed their vigilance against him.

Fuso stumbled and spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest and frowning in pain.

He pressed the corner of his forehead, as if struggling to pull back his consciousness, he gasped and said, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm only afraid of Twilight, I'm afraid that Twilight will leave after knowing the truth...... Leave me ......."

"...... Zhizhi" Cen Duxiao's eyes widened, her eyes cracked, and her whole body flowed backwards, as if she was in pain with a blow on her head.

She screamed, and the sky cracked!

"How dare you hurt him!!"

"What are you! dare to threaten me?!"

Cen Duxiao looked up to the sky and laughed, staring at the monk who was holding Fusang hostage with mocking eyes.

Slippery world!

She even thought that after explaining it clearly, she would let these people live!

As she approached Fusang step by step, her surroundings were like black clouds, making it difficult for people to see clearly, and the monks could only see her blood-soaked pupils and cruel and cold smile.

Perhaps the husband who holds an ordinary woman hostage can force him to comply.

But, she is a demon god, she is not an ordinary woman!

Instead of crying when she saw her husband hurt, she was laughing!

That terrible smile finally pierced the courage of the monks, and made them feel a wave of fear in their hearts.

Who in the crowd shouted: "Kill, kill the Demon Venerable, can kill one!"

The monk holding Fusang could hardly hold his sword, and he trembled to wipe Fusang's neck.

Soon, he realized that it wasn't just that he wasn't just shaking with fear, but that his wrist wasn't his own.

His hands and wrists were cut off by a thin black gas in an instant, the cut was smooth, and the blood was soaring! And his blood hung beside him, not a drop splashed on Fusang's body.

"Ahh

Silence!

This person was arguing with Fusang, and Cen Duxiao used a silence technique to gag his mouth.

The monk couldn't open his mouth, the pain of his skin almost crushing his teeth, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.

Fusang was pulled in front of them by the monks and retreated together, his expression was confused, and he said intermittently, "Ah Yan...... You...... I'm fine, don't be angry......"

Cen Duxiao only faced him, the whole person was tender like water, she coaxed him, and her voice softened: "Okay, I won't hurt him." ”

She looked at the monk, and with a movement of her fingertips, she moved the monk's hand in front of him, and she said, "You hurt my husband with this hand, and if you eat it, I will let you go, how about it?"

She looked at the monks with provocative prey-like eyes, at this moment she didn't just want to rescue Fusang, she wanted these people to pay a terrible price!

The monks were shocked, and they could only cover up their horror with a scolding—

"Demon girl, we didn't think we could go back alive when we came here to do justice, we want to kill or chop us off, let people eat their own hands, you are not disgusting!"