Little Red!

Treachery? No! Never!

If you don't have enough benefits, you have no motive, Xiaohong mentioned in the email she sent for herself last time, saying that she had been accepted as a righteous daughter by the lord of Vermilion Bird City and entered the foundation.

Righteous daughter? The so-called righteous girl is estimated to be not far from her relationship with the city lord of Qinglong City, even if it is better, she will never let that girl with seven tricks work for her.

What good will it do her to kill herself?

So, why did she say such things at this moment? Moreover, from beginning to end, this girl with seven tricks has never given herself the slightest warning.

Xiao Ming's heart ached, and his mind, which was not very bright, was even more like a paste at this time, and all kinds of thoughts were crowded together.

Xiaohong is also a cultivator now, can her cultivation bring back to reality?

The price of her choice to practice is also the loss of her rank and the ability to resurrect?

Could it all be Xiaohong's ploy?

But why did she act when she knew I had no resurrection power?

Could it be that she didn't know that she didn't have the ability to resurrect?

Or did she never care about herself at all?

He is a pawn of Qinglong, a pawn of Suzaku, a pawn of the country, and now, he has become Xiaohong's pawn?

Just when the little tomorrow people were fighting and struggling, the little female thief laughed coquettishly, "Sister is really smart!" Unexpectedly, the finch almost fell into the trap of the thief! ”

The little female thief said, her little hand clawed, and the red mangs skyrocketed.

Xiao Ming ignored the oncoming red light and looked straight at the woman in red in front of him.

These eyes are not shocked.

Seeing that the red mangs were about to jump in front of Xiao Ming, suddenly a Buddha horn came, "Amitabha." ”

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the wooden fish sounded, and a white-eyed old monk who knocked on the wooden fish walked out slowly, and the unstoppable red light slowly dissipated in front of Xiao Ming.

The more the wooden fish knocked, the more anxious it became, and the hundreds of women in red covered their ears one after another, bleeding from their seven orifices, and fell to the ground on their knees.

Seeing that the hundred women in red were about to die, suddenly there was a pleasant sound of the piano, which was-for-tat with the sound of the wooden fish.

The sound of the piano is getting closer, but out of a fairy woman who looks like an immortal in a painting.

The woman was dressed in white, holding the guqin, stepping on the void with her bare feet and walking towards everyone without hurrying, with an indifferent expression on her dusty face, as if she did not eat the fireworks of the world.

When the hundreds of women in red heard the sound of the piano, they were like a spring breeze, and they actually stopped the blood and got alive, while the thousands of green dragon guards around everyone were motionless, staring at the fairy woman who came out of the painting, as if the three souls and seven spirits had been taken away.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, the white-eyed old monk sighed slightly, stopped the wooden fish, and the thousands of green dragon guards all turned into a cloud of blood mist, and exploded and died.

The little thief smiled and saluted the fairy woman, "Welcome Sister Lejia." ”

The fairy woman nodded slightly towards the little female thief, her voice pleasant and light, "The princess doesn't have to be polite. ”

In the distance, the white-eyed old monk recited Amitabha Buddha towards the corpses of the thousands of guards in Qinglong City, and walked towards everyone with a shocked expression of anger, "My Buddha is merciful, all things have spirits, this heaven and earth, the cultivation of living beings is not easy, you have a skin bag, but the means are so vicious and ruthless!" ”

The fairy woman frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything, and her ethereal eyes looked at the white-eyed old monk who was walking slowly, as if looking at a dead corpse.

The white-eyed old monk stopped a hundred meters away from the fairy woman, said a Buddha name, and recited the sentence I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. The killing intent skyrocketed in an instant!

The wind suddenly rose, and one after another true qi overflowed from the body, colliding and raging in front of the two, and the air screamed and hissed, as if it was about to break and shatter, a battle for the world, and it was about to break out.

At this time, there was a sudden fluctuation behind the fairy woman, swaying and swaying, and a figure gradually condensed into an entity, becoming the appearance of a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.

This middle-aged man is dressed in green clothes, holding a sword in one hand and wine in the other, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, and fluttering hair, just like a peerless knight.

The merry knight stepped out, pointed at the white-eyed old monk and scolded, "You bald donkey! Why don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? It is the Buddha hell at every turn, which frightened the sister of the Lejia, Lao Tzu has no beauty to see, and you will smash all your Buddha in one go! ”

The merry knight said, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, exhaled happily, his eyes became more and more drunk and confused, but his true qi suddenly came out of his body, turned into a small white sword, and flew around his body.

Between the three of them, the air became more and more overwhelmed, and there was a "creaking" sound, and a series of small swords visible to the naked eye collided and fought in the air, and then crushed towards the white-eyed old monk, but the white-eyed old monk was not afraid at all, and with a Zen sound, the true qi that had rushed to the front was shattered.

Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, a piano sound suddenly sounded, and the long sword in the hand of the merry man was instantly covered by layers of small white swords, turning into a streamer and heading straight for the white-eyed old monk.

The white-eyed old monk did not avoid it, sat in the void and recited Zen, and a thick yellow light shield was propped up, protecting the white-eyed old monk impenetrable.

The fight suddenly started and stopped abruptly, the fairy woman smoothed the qin, the merry knight held the sword, and the white-eyed old monk got up leisurely and recited the Buddha's name.

Suddenly, one figure after another walked out, and on the side of the fairy woman, came an old man in plain clothes with pen and ink, and a middle-aged one-eyed strong man with a knife and a linen cloth.

On the side of the white-eyed old monk, there was an old man with white hair who held a whisk in his hand, a ghost man who wore a black robe and covered his whole body, and a ghostly ghost who couldn't tell his age and gender, and a woman who was playing with a dagger, also red-clothed and red-haired, with a charming body.

The four faced off against the four, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

A breeze blew, and eight people burst out, colorful, the light was scurrying, the true qi was flying, the gods were all together, and the demons were all out.

"Bang bang! Boom! Click! Knock knock! Boom! It's not lively.

Below the eight people, a hundred women in red surrounded the little female thief, looking nervous.

The little female thief stared at the eight-person battlefield, but suddenly remembered something, her expression was solemn, she was really angry, and her black hair suddenly turned red.

The little woman whispered to the hundreds of red-clothed women around her, "Sisters, be careful of that dragon cub!" ”

Hundreds of women in red carried their true qi and gathered together, guarding carefully.

Xiao Ming lay on the ground, staring at a veiled girl, the true qi dancing above splashed out, and the wind blew the veil up.

Xiao Ming's eyes froze, and the lips of this delicate girl moved slightly, and she was finally willing to say a word to herself silently, escape!