Just as Ling Zihuan's gaze fell on the woman holding the safflower oil paper umbrella, Ruan Qixue behind him seemed to notice something, and a pair of bright eyes flashed with fine light.

"Humph!"

Ruan Qixue snorted lightly, a little disgusted by Ling Zihuan's reaction at the moment.

She was Bing Bing and icing, and she had a different vision from ordinary women, when she saw Ling Zihuan dumbfounded at the red-haired woman who suddenly appeared, she didn't have too much of an abnormality.

However, when she remembered the sweet words that the silly boy said to herself under the moon last night, the vinegar jar still turned over, and there was a sour taste in her heart.

It's just that Ruan Qixue's figure flashed, and the "Phantom Wave Zhu Aya" in her hand suddenly drew out and attacked the red-haired woman violently.

The woman squeezed out a little smile on her delicate face, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and the safflower oil-paper umbrella in her hand flashed white, and then she waved the oil-paper umbrella as a fan......

"Immortal Law - Wind Fury!"

As soon as she finished reciting the spell, and the movements of her hands were already in place, she saw a void in front of her tremble violently, and a gust of wind driven by true breath suddenly swelled out, blowing towards Ruan Qixue.

Huhuhu......

The formless roar of nature centered on herself, spreading out in all directions, becoming less and less powerful as the distance stretched. But at this moment, Ruan Qixue was not far from the red-haired woman, and this kind of wind anger was enough to force her a lot.

"Ah......h

Ruan Qixue screamed, and the whole person was blown up like a kite with a broken string. The delicate body is like a floating leaf, slowly swaying in the air.

Her white clothes bulged, and her complexion changed suddenly. She couldn't have imagined that this unknown woman would cast such a spell......

Of course, Ling Zihuan was also curious, but he didn't know much about the "immortal method" recited by the red-haired woman, he only remembered that the immortal method was a top-level spell that had been lost for many years, but he didn't expect to see it in a mortal woman's body today.

However, it seems that this woman's cultivation of the immortal method is not at home, the key is that the true breath is not well controlled, so that the effect is greatly reduced.

At this time, Ling Zihuan couldn't think about it too much, his figure flashed, flew into the air, and hugged Ruan Qixue. The glamorous woman is dressed in white, like a light and elegant white swan.

Fortunately, Ling Zihuan caught her!

"Are you alright?" Ling Zihuan asked with concern.

When he met the eyes of the woman in his arms, he unexpectedly found that Qi Xue's face did not show the slightest fear, but was full of comfort that was difficult to hide.

Qi Xue leaned on Ling Zihuan's chest, and the pear vortex on her cheeks appeared, like two blooming orchids, fascinated and intoxicated.

She didn't speak, she didn't complain, let Ling Zihuan hug her tightly, she just looked at his clear eyes, and then listened to this man's heartbeat......

Plop, plop!

Thump!

She felt that this moment was happy and wonderful!

......

However, Ling Zihuan's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes were cold, and there was a hint of coldness!

Ling Zihuan is as smart and wise as the woman in his arms. From Qi Xue's eyes at the moment, and thinking about the situation before and after Qi Xue just now, he seemed to understand something......

She did it on purpose!

Ruan Qixue could have blocked the red-haired woman's immortal rage, but she was still blown very embarrassed, and when Ling Zihuan took her, there was not a trace of emotion on her face, because she expected Ling Zihuan to rush to rescue her.

Thinking of this, Ling Zihuan's face was still awe-inspiring, and he said coldly to the woman in his arms: "That's ...... Interesting?"

Ruan Qixue: "......"

After speaking, Ling Zihuan faintly felt that what he said was wrong, so he planned to add another sentence, and a little warmth reappeared in his eyes.

"Don't joke with your life, okay?"

Ruan Qixue: "......"

She still didn't say anything, Ruan Qixue, who was originally lively and cute, showed a trace of embarrassment on her face at this moment. Because she felt that what Ling Zihuan said was right, she was indeed joking with her own life.

She saw that Ling Zihuan was looking at other women stupidly, and she felt a little uncomfortable, and when she was jealous, she inexplicably came up with this method, probably to brush her sense of existence in front of Ling Zihuan.

Because, she knew that Ling Zihuan must be the first to save herself, so she did not hesitate......

Right now, she found that Ling Zihuan knew well about her thoughts, and put on that cold appearance, feeling a little unreasonable, so she didn't say anything.

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, this is just an inconspicuous trivial matter, not a big deal, but in the cognition of the two of them, it is completely different!

Ling Zihuan naturally felt that Ruan Qixue was very stupid, this was a joke with his own life, and his approach was tantamount to standing on the edge of the cliff and forcing another person to say "I love you" before he would give up.

It's just that he is both puzzled and worried......

What is incomprehensible is that Qixue does not trust herself enough, and what worries is that Ruan Qixue's heart is very tenacious at all times, but she is especially sensitive emotionally, he is worried, he is afraid that one day, this beautiful woman in white in front of him will do something stupid for herself!

Although the matter was not as serious as he thought, Ling Zihuan always felt that something would happen to him and Qi Xue......

What exactly awaits the two of them ahead?

In fact, as a man, Ling Zihuan will never understand, which means that Ling Zihuan doesn't understand the reason why Qi Xue made this move at this moment!

The red-haired woman took two steps forward, and the six strong men from before were all standing respectfully behind her, like the woman's servants. If you guess from the "princess" shouted out of the mouth of a strong man, the identity of this woman is not low.

But no matter how big the background is in the mortal world, there are very few people who can cast spells, not to mention that this is a long-lost immortal method! Seeing this red-haired woman, one can't help but wonder, which worldly master is this woman's master?

"If you want to live, just hand over all the magic weapons on your body, and this princess can consider letting you live!"

As soon as the woman's words fell, Jiang Yun snorted and said with a smile: "Hehe, what a big tone, I said little girl, before you plan to blackmail us, you'd better ask us about our identity, otherwise...... Hey, hey, hey!"

The fat man crossed his arms around his chest, looking like he didn't care, but he was still a little disgusted by Jiang Yun's words, why ask us clearly, it seems that the identity of the disciple of the Xuanqing Sect seems to be very honorable to him Jiang Yun.

After Ling Zihuan on the side put down Ruan Qixue, he looked at the red-haired woman not far away, her immature face was like porcelain, without the slightest flaw, and the temperament she exuded was indescribable in any words.

What she exudes in her eyes is the nobility and pride that comes from the soul, a unique charm that sees through everything in the world, and every pore exudes a fairy aura......

It's just that Ling Zihuan could hear that in the words that this woman said when she blackmailed them just now, her tone seemed to be a little trembling, as if she was lacking in confidence, but her ethereal voice still completely covered up the slightest timidity.

But in those high-profile eyes, there was still a melancholy light, and this light, like a lone star in the night sky, was so cold and desolate.

When the red-haired woman saw Jiang Yun's sarcastic words, she raised her voice a few points, and her ethereal voice was even more crisp and sharp in this dense rainforest, "This princess will speak one last time, if you want to live, you must hand over all the magic weapons on your body, otherwise, don't blame this princess for being polite!"

"Oh hey, what a great look......"

Jiang Yun said as he took a few steps forward, and when the rest of the people didn't speak, Jiang Yun seemed to be very interested in this unknown princess.

But when he walked to Ling Zihuan's side, he saw Ling Zihuan stretching out his hand and signaling him to stop.

Ling Zihuan looked at the red-haired woman not far away again, only to see that she was dressed in a gorgeous princess dress, and the glass slippers under her feet were flashing with ghostly light, but such a tall dress appeared in this kind of tropical rainforest, not in the palace courtyard, it was really puzzling.

Just this one, and her powerful safflower oil paper umbrella makes people feel that she is still a monk!

"Hey, since you are the princess of a country, you should stay at home, but you actually took a few of your subordinates to do such a thing...... However, I see that you have an extraordinary aura and a radiant spirit, and you are definitely not an ordinary person. It's a little curious that an unusual person does something unusual! This girl, it seems that something has happened to you, right?"

After Ling Zihuan finished speaking lightly, the red-haired woman couldn't help but glance at him, with a hint of surprise in her thin and cool eyes.

She felt in a trance that the young man in front of her seemed to be different from others, not only speaking indifferently, but also analyzing every sentence very thoroughly.

However, when she came to her senses, her eyes were piercing, and a cold light emanated, "You don't need to care, if you know each other, hurry up and hand over all the magic weapons!"

Ling Zihuan sighed and said hesitantly: "For us martial artists, the magic weapons on our bodies are more important than our lives, so we can't hand them over to you!"

With that, the red-haired woman's jade hand reached out, put the safflower oil paper umbrella across her chest, and put on a posture.

"I advise you to forget it, not to mention how our cultivation is, just in terms of quantity, you alone can't beat the six of us! Moreover, I can see that your immortal method doesn't seem to be at home!"

"You ......" she wanted to refute something, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know what to say.

To be honest, Ling Zihuan didn't want to do anything with her, after all, she was a woman, and she had this unique temperament, which was really unbearable.

At this time, a strong man standing behind the red-haired woman whispered: "Princess, forget it, these few of them are very powerful, I'm afraid ......"

"Get out, useless thing!" before he could finish speaking, he was scolded by her words.

Ling Zihuan said indifferently: "Girl, if you encounter any difficulties and need help, you might as well say it......

The red-haired woman looked at Ling Zihuan, and when she saw that his face was gentle, she felt a "chuckle" in her heart, but remembering her identity, she still needed a passer-by to lend a hand, which was indeed a little ridiculous.

Because, she is so unearthly and noble!

She suddenly remembered the past, but her brows tightened, her eyes showed sadness, she looked at Ling Zihuan with those proud and desolate eyes, and whispered: "Help? Hmph, you are so powerful! Can that turn back time and bring the dead back to life?"

Ling Zihuan was stunned for a moment, vaguely guessed something, and said slowly: "Time cannot be reversed, and the dead will not be resurrected, but fate can be changed, and it is always in your hands to determine your next direction...... I believe that what you are doing now is definitely not your original intention! The dead are gone, and the living are like this, since there are scars, why should you add new wounds, and why force yourself?"

Why bother adding new injuries, why force yourself?

The red-haired woman snorted lightly, a trace of grief flashed in her contact lenses, and she hurriedly turned her back to Ling Zihuan and paused for a while.

"Hmph, self-righteous guy, you know what!"

Her voice was cold, but there was a hint of trembling, and after she finished speaking, she gave her subordinates a look and prepared to leave.

"Eh, girl, can you leave a name? Maybe we'll see you next time......"

The red-haired woman hesitated for a moment, her back to Ling Zihuan, the wind in the forest stirring her beautiful red hair, and her gorgeous clothes swayed in the air. Her nobility, her beauty, and the immortal aura exuded from her body are all so ethereal and unattainable.

It's just that what kind of grief and tenderness should such a woman have?

"Princess of Chu, Xia Shixiao!"

Ling Zihuan looked at the woman's distant back, with a smile on his face, thinking that there must be a story in this Xia Shixiao!

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