Shang Lingxi looked at his body, his face speechless.

If Shang Lingxi had the same mana as before, then what was she worried about?

Thinking about the method of practicing by himself back then, he walked to a small forest and began to absorb the aura.

But I didn't expect that the aura of the demon clan was really a lot.

Moreover, this place is an excellent place for direct moonlight, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and practicing.

Shang Lingxi was meditating on a stone, and suddenly heard a sound of meditation, and immediately held his breath, more is better than less, it has always been Shang Lingxi's standard of conduct.

But everyone else sits at home, and goods come from heaven. Shang Lingxi: This is a person sitting on a stone, and the goods come from the sky.

A man in red, holding his arm with one hand and refusing to put down the sword in the other, stumbled in front of Shang Lingxi.

Tall and emaciated, red clothes like blood, and the clothes are embroidered with domineering dragon patterns, which complement the hairpin on his head.

This body skillfully highlights the figure of a noble son, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, like Shura coming from hell, his face is pale without a trace of blood.

His chin was raised slightly, even if he was decadent to the limit, he didn't want to look weak, but anyone could feel that he was in great danger now.

He had a birthmark of an iris in the middle of his forehead, and the dark purple birthmark was just proportional to the paleness of his face.

Shang Lingxi had never seen such a birthmark, purple ......

The stars in the sky are brilliant, as if under the hibiscus moon, enchanting and bright.

Shang Lingxi saw him holding a sword in his hand, and said curtly: "I'm scared to death, I thought he was going to use a sword to cut me." ”

"Hurry up, that stinky boy seems to be here." A group of men in black shouted in the back.

Shang Lingxi: "......" does not necessarily have such a hatred if you don't dig people's ancestral graves.

"Help me ......" his sword plunged into the ground and fell to one knee, as if the sword was the only thing he had to rely on now, or he would fall to the ground.

Shang Lingxi is a person who will not be idle, and said disgustedly: "Help you? I'll die to help you. ”

Although he said so, he couldn't bear it after all. Shang Lingxi is such a person who died.

The iris on his head seemed to have magical powers, and it had always attracted Shang Lingxi.

It's just that Shang Lingxi didn't notice that the iris on his forehead happened to be a pair with the Zhu Jinhua on his cheek.

Shang Lingxi took him into the woods and continued to meditate as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Shang Lingxi, these people were naturally disrespectful, "Girl, did you see a bloodstained person coming?" ”

"What are you talking about, I have been meditating here for a long time, and I haven't seen anyone like you said, but ......" Shang Lingxi pointed to a path and said, "I saw a figure walking over just now, but at that time I thought it was a pheasant and duck, and the night was too dark to see clearly." ”

When Shang Lingxi said it, his tone was light but calm, which made people have to believe it.

Sure enough, the man in black found that the ground was full of blood, so he chased after him.

When everyone was gone, Shang Lingxi said disgustedly: "Who have you seen injured and bleeding so much, if there were really so many, there was no need to chase them, they would have died a long time ago." ”

This IQ ...... I'm embarrassed to be a killer, and the killer's face has been disgraced to you.

Shang Lingxi's face was full of helplessness, "Alas, I actually did so much for you, fortunately you are good-looking, otherwise I will directly throw you out to fend for yourself." ”