Wen Su stood in place, hanging his head and touching the little fox.

To outsiders, this is like being scared silly.

"It's not good for this little girl to provoke anyone, but she provoked the eldest lady, it's miserable."

"A little girl, it's not good to stay at home, you have to come out and run around, who did this bump into, you deserve it."

"It's okay to go somewhere else, this night city is not the place for a little girl......" someone sighed.

......

The crowd spontaneously gathered in a circle, gathered in a distance, and watched what was happening here.

In the crowd, a slightly inconspicuous old man hid behind everyone, his loose hair covered most of his face, and a pair of eyes were exposed, staring straight at Wen Su in the middle.

Although Lin Ruoxue is not a top beauty, she is also good-looking, and she is a monk, and her skin is white and tender, as if she can squeeze out water.

His gaze wandered between Wen Su's exposed hands and slender white neck, and his lips opened and closed silently.

"That's mine, that's mine, my ......"

His hanging hands were tangled together in strange poses, fingers rubbing against the smooth skin.

Looking at Wen Su in his eyes, his expression was even more eager.

The four of them surrounded Wen Su.

The little fox sensed the bad breath, moved around anxiously, and barked hurriedly.

While using his mouth to pick up Wensu's clothes, he tore them forward.

Wen Su smoothed the little fox and raised his eyes.

"Little girl, who let you come to a place where you shouldn't be and provoke people who shouldn't be messed with." The middle-aged man standing in front of Wen Su looked very ugly with a scar on his face from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth.

He looked down at the fragile young man in front of him and smiled compassionately.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

As the words fell, he threw a lightning-fast punch.

The other three stood in place, looking at each other with their fists clenched, laughing.

"Hey, don't slap your face, this face is pretty good-looking, and it can be sold for a lot of money when the time comes."

"That's right, it's not good to have a rotten face."

...

"Bang."

The sound of flesh colliding was clear.

The onlookers fell silent in unison.

Wen Su's right hand was spread out, against the middle-aged man's fist, and his eyes glanced lightly.

"What kind of pain do you like?" The voice was flat and drifting, like a low murmur.

The middle-aged man was still in shock, and when he heard this, he subconsciously asked, "What?" ”

The next second, he stared at Wen Su in front of him, and his pupils shrank.

The black mist spread out from Wen Su's right hand little by little, like a spiritual snake, slowly swimming towards the middle-aged man.

"Demonic energy! You're a demon cultivator?! ”

Sensing the dark aura in these mist, the middle-aged man hurriedly pulled out the hand that was held by Wen Su, picked it open in one step, the aura in his body condensed from the palm of his hand, and reached out to grab the black mist wrapped around his body.

Before one of his hands could touch the mist on his body, his body suddenly stiffened.

The black aura slowly penetrated his body, raging through it, cutting through blood vessels and meridians.

"Ahh

The pain of being cut back and forth by countless sharp blades made him fall into madness in an instant.

He fell to the ground, rolling back and forth, his body twisting wildly, but he couldn't dampen the feeling in any way.

The onlookers retreated in shock.

What kind of cultivation is this girl, the monk of the Yuan Infant Stage was attacked by her demonic energy, and she had no power to resist?!

"Boss!" The other three came back to their senses and looked at Wen Su, who was standing far away, with grim expressions.

"Deal with her!"

The aura of the three of them swept out, and the coercion of the Yuan Infant Stage dropped instantly, and many people present were oppressed and vomited blood, and those who had the ability to act hurriedly escaped with their luck and spiritual power.

Wen Su raised his eyebrows and glanced at the three of them, and raised his right hand.

The black mist condensed into a fine needle-like shape on the fingertips, shot out from the fingertips, and instantly submerged into the bodies of the three people.

The bodies of the three of them froze instantly, falling from mid-air.

A majestic aura swept towards Wen Su.

Not far away, the sight hidden in the darkness is everywhere.

The old man stared at the man standing there.

"Please close your eyes." A bland and indifferent tone came from behind.

The old man wanted to escape in a panic, but a mist shot out.

Accurately pierced through the back of the head and pierced both eyes.

Blood trickled down from his eyes, and the old man covered his eyes and screamed miserably, while indiscriminately hitting around with his spiritual power.

"Mine! It's mine! It's mine! Give me ......."

The hoarse cry stimulated the eardrums, and Wen Su's brows finally furrowed.

Before she could make a move, a black demonic aura pierced the old man's heart and pinned him to the wall.

Wen Su looked sideways.

"You're amazing, little sister." The man in red stood there, holding a folding fan, looking at Wen Su with a smile.

It's the man I met at the auction house just now.

Wen Su glanced at him and turned to leave.

"Hey."

The man in red hooked his lips with interest and followed lazily.

The two drifted apart.

In the same place, the middle-aged man was lying stiff in the middle of the street, his eyes bloodshot. The other three also fell stiffly to the ground after being hit by the black mist.

The smiling waiter who was hiding on the side moved his body that was about to stiffen, and moved slowly to clean up the traces.

He stretched out his hand, and the moment he touched the middle-aged man's body, the smiling waiter lowered his head, and his expression completely shattered.

The body that had just been intact slowly spread out like a particle, and blood flowed out of the body.

Smiling Waiter: "......"