Fu Wan looked at himself in the mirror with a hint of surprise.

The original temperament is elegant and refined, and it is very cold and abstinent. On weekdays, he is dressed in white, and he is so beautiful that he is not popular. Now she is dressed in a charming dress, which makes her more and more clean and innocent.

It's discordant and exciting...... It's like an immortal falling into the mortal dust, and people can't help but want to defile her.

She felt that she was almost ready to invoke her aura, so she sat there and breathed slowly.

But soon, she was "escorted" by the maid to a stage.

There are private rooms all around, and you can faintly feel the gaze in the boxes.

The woman stood behind the stage and said to her in a low voice, "It's really not okay to show some talent casually, just say a few words." If you don't do anything......"

Dozens of big men snorted with weapons of various colors.

She can't beat it now.

Fu Wan sighed and said, "Give me a guqin." ”

She sat on the platform and quietly played a song of mountains and rivers to everyone. Her piano skills are very good, and her mood is not comparable to ordinary people, and almost everyone is stunned.

When they saw her face, everyone was shocked.

I'm afraid that only immortals can look so good-looking, and their temperament is so clean and elegant.

Fu Wan silently hugged the piano and went down, while trying to invoke spiritual power.

"Five thousand taels!"

The woman was so shocked that she almost broke her voice, "Five thousand taels, Fu Shizi bought it!" ”

Fu Wan put down the guqin and was dragged by the maids to dress up again. Fu Wan ignored them and only silently tried to use spiritual power.

A man was sitting in the room drinking tea, picking her chin with a fan, and was about to speak.

A stream of spiritual power burst out from Fu Wan's palm, and the man flew away with the door and window.

Because it was not easy to break through the drug suppression, her spiritual power was not under her control, and the ordinary clothes in the mortal world could not withstand such an impact, her outer clothes were suddenly tattered, and her sideburns were even more scattered and lazy.

Fu Wan couldn't care about this.

can drug and suppress her for so long, so it is a piece of cake to clean up Song Jing.

She didn't hurry to find Song Jing, and estimated that he would lose his life later.

Anyone can die, but the villain Big Boos and the protagonist can't die.

Fu Wan sensed Song Jing's breath, stretched out his hand to pinch the trick, and appeared in a deep alley in the black market.

The young man was also tied into a rice dumpling, his face was covered with whip marks, and his handsome and cold face was very pale and looked bad.

Fu Wan waved his hand to untie the rope, and with a fingertip pull, he took the person into his arms.

She walked out of the black market, looked at the little villain who had passed out, sighed, went to an inn, put the person in the room and put it aside, and then used her spiritual power to check his body.

He was also given the same medicine as her, but his cultivation was not as good as hers, and he was estimated to be dizzy for a while.

Fu Wan stuffed him with an elixir, and used his spiritual power to heal all the wounds on his body, and then began to breathe himself.

Because of forcibly breaking through the suppression of the medicinal effect, her spiritual power was a little disordered.

It's not a big deal, it's just that it takes some time to breathe.

Fu Wan had just finished breathing when she heard Song Jing cough, and she hurriedly said, "Ah Jing." ”

Song Jing coughed for a while and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Song Wu blankly and said, "Master? What's wrong with me? ”

Fu Wan saw that he was okay, so he put his heart down and said, "I don't know who drugged us." Blame the master for not being aware of it, and you will suffer with it. ”

As soon as Cui Jing opened her eyes, she saw that she was wearing a tattered red dress, her snow-white shoulders and arms were looming, and her clean and dusty face had a serious and peaceful expression, which was particularly weird by the overly bewitching makeup.

But it's such a delicate dress, which makes her look even better, like a flower demon who doesn't know the world, charming, clean and very seductive.

"Don't blame the master, it's the disciple who is not prepared enough." He lowered his eyes a little uncomfortably, his thin lips pursed, and his expression was a little cold.

He remembered that she was dressed in red, sitting in the green building and playing the piano. She seems to be faint at all times, cold and cold, like a bright moon on the horizon, and others can't be surprised by the slightest ripple in her heart.

Song Jing's hands were slightly retracted, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Five years ago, she raised her hand to pick up him who was stealing, her delicate white chin was slightly raised, her eyes were merciful and cold, and she looked down at him from above, looking like a master outside the world.

Later, she took him under the door, and it was the same, high up and carelessly dropped a few books, and even deliberately said that she didn't want him to disturb her quiet, for fear that a dirty and despicable person like him would touch her skirt a little.

But he just couldn't help but miss her.

Her clean and clean appearance is really ...... I wanted to pull her off the high altar.

He just couldn't help it, and wanted to defile her with his filthy self. She didn't know how harmless and vulnerable she was when she fainted.

But he threw her into such a dirty place, and she was embarrassed like this, and she still rushed to save him in such a clear manner.

He thought that she didn't regard him as her apprentice at all, didn't care about him at all, and didn't even give him a look.

But......

Song Jing lowered his eyes.

Fu Wan was unaware of the little villain's distorted mind, and felt that he didn't seem to have lost anything in this experience, so he didn't take it too seriously.

Fu Wan looked at the clothes that were rotten into rags on his body, opened the door directly, raised his hand and pushed Song Jing out directly with spiritual power, and closed the door with a bang.

She changed back into her clothes and tied her long, messy hair with a strap—her hairpin fell off.

After cleaning up, I opened the door.

Song Jing stood in the corridor not far from the door, holding the sword and closing his eyes to recuperate, the young man's side face was crisp and neat, delicate and handsome. His expression was cold and silent, and he became more and more restrained and deep, a kind of old age that did not fit his age.

Fu Wan thought for a while and said, "You have already opened the valley now, so you don't have to eat." ”

What she said was an affirmative sentence, and Song Jing naturally nodded and didn't say anything more.

"Let's go." Fu Wan's expression was faint, and he took Song Jing out of the inn.

The two walked for most of the day.

So when it got dark, the two of them went to the bottom of the mountain where the legendary monsters were made. There was a village here, but the two of them came a little late, and the doors of the people in the village were closed, and there were no lights.

Obviously, it's because I'm afraid of provoking monsters.

Fu Wan was too lazy to trouble the villagers, so he found a big tree, flew up the tree, leaned on the trunk and began to rest.

The little villain silently held his sword, leaned against the tree under the tree and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

I was a little tired during the day, and Fu Wan fell asleep after a while.

Fortunately, when the immortal cultivator was deaf and clear-sighted, and when the big snake came towards her with a bloody mouth, Fu Wan suddenly woke up and took out his Clear Frost Sword and slashed at the big snake!

The snake was the size of a bucket, and with a large mouth, it could swallow five Fu Bang.

But as soon as the sword qi came out, the snake was directly cut into a pulp by the sword qi of the Qingshuang sword and scattered in all directions.

Fu grabbed the trick with his right hand, led the meat puree away, and threw it into the ditch in the distance.

Seeing that the snake was solved, Fu Wan yawned and continued to sleep.

Song Jing, who saw everything below: "......"

He reached out and took a drop of snake blood, the blood was thick on his snow-white fingertips, and he raised his hand to put the blood into his mouth, and a strange look of madness appeared on his face.

Song Jing raised his hand, and a formation isolated him. He ran the aura, but the color of the aura was not the ice blue of the ice spirit root, but the thick blood color.

Moreover, how could a monk in the early stage of Jindan have such a powerful aura fluctuation?