Qingyan put his hands behind his back, smiled smartly, and moved lightly.

If she publicizes it, her identity will be exposed.

Regardless of whether she sleepwalks or deliberately pretends to be stupid, Nightshade decides to kill people.

It's better to kill with one move, quietly, so as not to attract attention.

She has always had a rainbow mantis hidden in her.

The saint of demonic poison, there is no cure.

Even if this elder is really as Wei Lai said, his strength should not be underestimated, so what.

The same will die in your own hands!

The night diaphragm is extremely fast, and the poison is already hidden under the slender fingernails.

As long as you touch it, you can't go back.

Killing people by default has already made her feel pleasure in her heart.

Qingli's face was flushed with excitement, as if she was slightly drunk.

She has the chance to win, and she is too underestimated.

After a second of delay, Qingyan grabbed her hand.

The hand that hid the poison.

Nightshade frowned, sticking out her sharp nails and preparing to poke her wrist with a backhand.

Qingyan had already seen through her careful thoughts.

Clasp her fingers with skill and flip her palm up, palms facing up.

While taking advantage of the touch, he said with a smile.

"What a little beauty with fine skin and tender meat, I have something good for you."

After speaking, the hand behind his back took out a handful of green grass and put it in the palm of his hand.

She must confirm tonight whether this woman is a demon or not.

A little devil still wants to seduce her disciple, who gave her courage?

Qingyan glanced at the dungeon door behind the two of them.

The dog that stole the dog still doesn't come out?

Don't worry, wait for her to clean up one by one!

Retracting his gaze, Qingyan smiled brightly and harmlessly.

Xu is a bit deliberate, different from her usual style, and looks silly.

For a moment, Ye Yan felt that he was overly worried, and the elder in front of him was a.

Can be a second.

There was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand.

Rotten muscles eat bones.

Her eyes widened in horror only to realize that the grass in her hand was not ordinary grass.

It's a ghost bamboo!

How can there be ghost bamboo cutting in Chengyang Kingdom? No way!

Ghost bamboo cutting is the nemesis of the demon race, and it is precisely because the ghost bamboo cannot grow south of Ze Gengshui, so the main activity area of the demon clan is south of Ze Gengshui.

By this time, the night was too painful to think.

Qingyan was still smiling brightly.

"Hey, hey, like it?"

Seeing this innocent and harmless smiling face, coupled with the constant smell of blood gushing in the throat, and the palm that was almost devoured.

It was only at this time that Ye Yan realized what a terrible existence the person in front of him was.

She resisted as hard as she could, wanting to shake off the terrible thing in her hand.

The survival instinct bursts out with infinite power, and it seems to have the determination to burn jade.

Qingyan didn't fight her hard, and let go of her hand after holding on for a while.

Anyway, her hand is hopeless.

The sharp and unbearable pain could make the demon faint to death almost instantly.

If it weren't for his amazing endurance, I'm afraid he would have already exposed his feet.

Nightshade hurriedly stepped back and threw the leaves behind him.

Qingyan dodged, touched the leaves and fell to the ground, and the night was also escaped.

There was no soul bell when he touched the leaves, and he was beaten into the dungeon and sealed the meridians, which is no different from ordinary people.

Qingyan looked in the direction where the night had disappeared, glanced at the exit of the dungeon, and sneered.

"Xiao Yezi, you're not good, what are you doing running out at night?"

Touching the leaves is very little dressed, and it is still the thin red yarn stained with candle oil.

I don't know if it's too cold or scared, the whole person shiveres.

She snorted, unable to make a sound in fear.

Qingyan's hands itched, and he began to touch up and down again.

"Tell me, why did Nightshade save you?"

Touching the leaves and shaking his head, he refused to speak.

Even if Qingyan placed a row of bottles and cans beside her, she bit her mouth.

This made Qingyan even more sure that the identity of the night was not simple.

Otherwise, with the way she looked so scared of herself, how could she not tell the truth.

Touching the leaves lay on the cold and biting ground, staring at the medicine bottles, his eyes bloodshot.

The mental and physical torture she never wanted to feel again.

Not the slightest.

But the night, she is the night.

He will be sad and angry when something happens to the night.

He was angry, worse than the sky falling.

Therefore, she must not betray the Nightshade.

You can't die!

If it falls into the hands of this yin owl woman, she will definitely not be able to escape.

Anyway, she was seriously injured and ran out of oil.

Die tonight, maybe he'll remember himself.

Remember that I died for the night.

Qingyan sat on the stone bench, his elbows supported his knees, his palms supported his little face, and he looked at her with a smile, "Have you thought about it?" ”

I didn't have the strength to touch the leaves and glared at her, "You kill me." ”

"Death?" Qingyan took a slow step, holding a candle and approaching her face.

The candle is crooked, and the candle oil is dripping on the face of the touching leaf.

It's easy to kill with a sword.

Drop by drop, it made her feel pain and despair.

It's like bloodletting, the wound is not big, it's drained little by little.

"It's not that easy." Red lips spit lightly.

Qingyan took out a pill and stuffed it into her mouth.

When I touched the leaves, I felt a warm power surging in my body.

Why did she save herself?

"Why don't you let me die, what the hell do you want to do?" Hysteria when touching the leaves.

She would rather die a hundred times than fall into her hands again.

"I said, it's not so easy to die."

Qingyan smiled and grabbed the red veil on her body and dragged the person into the dungeon.

The prisoner of the piano painting, how troublesome it is to die at his own hands.

The most important thing is that it's not fun to die.

Anyway, why hasn't the dog who stole the dog yet appeared?

The Feng Chujing assessment is over.

The next morning, a grand commendation ceremony was held in front of the main hall.

The inter-college exchange is to promote the common development of the major immortal cultivation colleges, exchange and learn from each other, and promote the spirit of cultivating immortals with the responsibility of protecting the common people.

As a fellow Elder Wu Xian Xiaolinshan, Qingyan must participate.

Wei Lai had sent his little disciple to urge him early.

How dare the little disciple directly urge the elders, so he went to knock on the door of Congfeng.

No one responded, and only after hesitation did he go to find Lan Shen.

Lan Shen saw that it was still early, so he sent the little disciple away.

I didn't expect the former one to just leave, and the latter one to come.

It was about fifty paces and a hundred paces apart, and the two little disciples were still nodding to each other in the courtyard.

Lan Shen felt strange when he heard that the master was also urging the master to attend the conference.

Elder Zhongyi clearly said that he only needed to arrive at the main hall at the end of the hour, so how could he be in advance.

He didn't know what the piano painting meant, so he didn't dare to delay the business, so he knocked on Qingyan's door.

"It must be Old Man Wei who wants to plant grass roots early, leave him alone!"

In the inner room, the person who was disturbed from his dream was a little irritable.

After that, Lan Shen didn't let anyone in, but every little disciple had to go to her door to convey it.

She's not dead, where can she sleep.

Under wave after wave of offensive, she could only get up.

Today is a big day, and Xiaohong is already ready to freshen up for her.

Qingyan picked out the overly gorgeous clothes on the side.

"Is this what our academy has prepared, or is it prepared by your old master?"

Xiaohong thought she was blaming herself, and subconsciously wanted to kneel, but suddenly thought that the new master didn't like the rules of being kneeled by, and didn't dare to move with her knees half-bent.

Standing is neither kneeling.

"It was sent by the landlord, and the elder saw that the slave did not take the initiative to make a contract...... Contact over there. ”

Wuxian Academy and Qikuo Building, one good and one evil, are incompatible.

The maidservant was worried that the elder would misunderstand that she was in Cao Ying, and her heart was in Han, so she hurriedly explained.

Qingyan sighed, playing with the rouge gouache on the table.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over him.

When I looked up, it turned out that someone had walked to the window and blocked the skylight.

A crescent-colored coat with a long and straight head.

The appearance is handsome and noble, and the instrument is magnificent.

The most is the pair of dark eyes, just like the stars in the night.