What does her business have to do with this seat?

But what are you?

The terrifying fluctuations suddenly erupted, accompanied by the moment when some of the tables and chairs in the restaurant turned into crumbs, and the few people who wanted to approach Jiang Wanqing turned into a pool of blood mist in an instant.

Hua Ting was soaked in blood in an instant, and Jiang Wanqing's shallow eyes were slightly raised to catch the blood-colored figure that disappeared in an instant.

Of course, she knew that someone was approaching her with bad intentions, and she had been waiting for the opportunity to kill, which was the deepest darkness in her heart.

But someone did it for her.

The officers and soldiers came quickly, and with the accusations of many people, they soon surrounded her, because her white dress had been soaked in blood just now.

Now she didn't choose to suppress the demonic anger in her heart, silently pulling her lips and quietly looking at the officers and soldiers who had surrounded her, but still no one dared to approach her.

At this moment, she finally fully understood that only strength can decide everything on this continent, and all the sorrows in the world are caused by the lack of ability of the people involved.

Even if she knew that Qiu Yan might encounter accidents, what was the use, she couldn't change anything.

If you want to get rid of the pain of frustration, you can only completely change yourself, and finally release the strange emotions that you have suppressed in the deepest part of your heart.

Jiang Wanqing laughed at herself, and under the cautious gaze of many people, she took out a spirit stone that was enough to compensate for everything and gently placed it on the table.

I have to admit that the monk is really generous, and he has lifted the roof of this restaurant in that outbreak, and now there is a vacuum all around.

However, compensation is compensation, and Jiang Wanqing is still very grateful to him.

Because a cultivator pays the most attention to cause and effect, whether it is good or evil, as long as a mortal kills it, it will more or less sow the seeds of ups and downs on the future path of cultivating immortals.

"People, I didn't kill them."

Seeing that the people surrounding her had no intention of leaving, Jiang Wanqing smiled coldly at the coercion release from the monks, and in an instant, all the officers and soldiers fell to the ground due to unsteady standing.

Suppressing the bloodthirsty killing intent floating in her heart, Jiang Wanqing finally summoned Yuyu and left directly.

Not far away, a man in a blood-colored black robe stared at this scene with interest and couldn't help but nod slightly.

Jiang Wanqing did not choose to return to the sect, but simply came to the Qinglou where Qiu Yan's sister was located to fulfill Qiu Yan's wish before her death.

"What do you say? She ......"

Feeling like a dream, Momohime followed Jiang Wanqing to the place where she bought the mansion, and couldn't help but burst into tears when she heard the news that her sister had died.

Jiang Wanqing slightly tilted her eyes to look at the boundless night, as if she remembered her first mission with Qiu Yan.

At that time, she still comforted her and said that cultivating immortals was to change her fate, and she couldn't say what the future would be.

I never thought this was her future.

"Very unwilling? But you can't change anything. ”

The cold and frivolous voice pulled back her gradually drifting thoughts, and a blood-colored figure fell into her eyes involuntarily at some point.

The man under the moonlight was dressed in red like blood, and the powerful aura of his body was spread over his handsome face through the innate dignity and uninhibited, pale moonlight, and he was as beautiful as a demon.

That is, the words spoken are extremely unpleasant.

Jiang Wanqing recognized this man in a blood-colored black robe with a super temperament, who was an extremely dangerous existence for her that she had seen in the Misty Forest.

But so what, I couldn't do anything to her last time.

"Although I don't know what my predecessors meant, I still have to thank my seniors for their help just now."

Jiang Wanqing slowly held the bronze sword in front of her, her eyes did not show the slightest fear, and the grateful smile that gradually bloomed in her slightly closed eyes was revealed.

It's just that there is a strange black aura that seems to be around her.

Seeing the calmness and calmness on her little flowery face, and even the extreme killing intent revealed from the inside out, Jun Xuanjue was a little surprised by her growth speed, the moonlight was very beautiful, but she could only become her foil.

A faint smile slowly drew on his lips, and his golden eyes reflected the pale moonlight like translucent glass, but there was only cold indifference in the depths of his eyes.

"What seems to you to be help will be reduced to a pile of dry bones in a hundred years."