Xie Qingci fought beautifully in this battle with Song Wei, which can be described as playing a level, style, and friendship, which can be said to have gained a lot. After that, Xie Qingci did not encounter such a difficult opponent as Song Wei.

She also rarely took a breather.

In order to ensure the objectivity and fairness of the game, each participant has to play 20 games on average regardless of their strength, and draw lots to play against different people.

Therefore, this is a duel of pure strength, and those who stand in the end are killed by their own strength, there are no lucks, no accidents, and no shady scenes.

Judging from the current situation, the strength of the contestants has been fully demonstrated in the number of matches played so far. If there is no upset, the elite at the forefront can already be seen.

Like the duel with Zhong Ming, Fang Zhiming, who was accidentally defeated in the first game, has only one defeat now, and the rest are all victories; and Song Wei, who lost to Xie Qingci last time, is as strong as ever after that, and there is no defeat; and Zhong Ming, Lin Shuang, and Xie Qingci have perfectly maintained their all-winning record, and they have been advancing all the way.

It is worth mentioning that Fang Zhiming beheaded the head of the former winner, "Poison Blade" Liu Feng. This well-known existence in the outer gate of the Demon Sect finally ended up with blood splattered on the spot and the body and head separated, which is really embarrassing.

The outer gate is more than life and death, there are often deaths and injuries, and the sect does not interfere, this is a place where people "declare personal vendettas", so the death and injury rate is very high.

It's just that Xie Qingci has always adhered to the code of conduct of "if you don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if you offend, I will destroy him", and he doesn't take people's lives easily.

Of course, if someone maliciously attacks and murderously wants to take her life, she will not be merciful and kill her directly.

Just because she's not murderous doesn't mean she's a bully.

It's just that this matter is still a bit unusual.

The fat man walked around her small yard and was amazed:

"Your place doesn't seem easy to me. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, abundant aura, seemingly remote but not outstanding, but comfortable and quiet and rarely disturbed, it is a rare piece of good land. It can be said to be second to none in this group of freshman residences, which really makes the fat man envious. Tsk, it's not simple, it's not simple......"

Xie Qingci naturally didn't believe this guy's nonsense, but when he heard this, his heart moved.

This courtyard was quietly arranged for her by her uncle......

Her heart warmed, looking at this fat man suddenly felt much kinder, and secretly sighed that this guy was really powerful, and her words made her so grateful to him.

She coughed and said, "I just wanted to ask you something, I was a little curious about the other party, how much do you know about him?"

She felt that she and Fang Zhiming were the same kind of people, but Fang Zhiming was far more ruthless than her, and far more unscrupulous than her.

Although Fang Zhiming was smiling all the time, his smile could not reach the bottom of his eyes, only floating on the surface, and there was a lingering depression in his eyes all the year round.

He is cheerful and melancholy, and the two completely different temperaments converge on him like a ghostly axe, not abrupt, but natural.

He has a seven-pronged and exquisite heart that is good at observing words and feelings, doing things without leakage, covering all aspects, and always speaking like a spring breeze, smart and calm. He also has a fatal attraction, which she knows is not only because of his natural charm, but also because of his unique temperament.

She was curious, what kind of environment would raise a complex temperament like his?

The fat man was silent for a moment, looking at Xie Qingci with a melancholy and serious look in his eyes.

Xie Qingci's heart jumped suddenly, and his heart sank.

Don't......

She exhaled deeply and held out a trembling finger.

“......”

"A thousand spirit stones, no more, I'm just listening to a story. ”

Sure enough, the dead fat man immediately changed his face, smiled and stretched out a little fat finger and nodded her finger, and said with a smile: "Deal." ”

"It's easy to say. ”

After taking a sip of tea, the fat man's face suddenly became serious.

"He doesn't belong to himself. To be precise, it's his body, which belongs to another person......"

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The inner gate of the Daoless Demon Sect.

The thin bed swayed, and the huge bed shook violently, followed by muffled gasps and low roars, and low breaking sobs.

The people around him had all retreated, and it seemed that they were used to this scene.

Fang Zhiming stood in the hall expressionlessly, listening to the sound inside, his fists clenched uncontrollably.

I don't know how long it took before the voices inside gradually stopped.

He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but touch the green jade bracelet on his wrist, the cold touch made his consciousness sober up a little, and he decided to move forward.

It was full of the smell of love, and the faint smell of fishy smell and intoxicating incense swirled in it, which seemed unprovoked and ambiguous. And Fang Zhiming only felt that the smell was disgusting.

He endured the discomfort, and the corners of his mouth showed the most perfect smile, that kind of handsomeness with a fragile smile, which made people feel pity when they looked at it.

Everywhere I looked, there was a huge bed, and a handsome young man covered with red marks was lying on the bed like a dead fish, shivering. Next to him lay a naked, somewhat bloated middle-aged man, his eyes still full of contentment, and his thick fingers still lingering under the young man.

Seeing Fang Zhiming come in, his eyes lit up, revealing a look of intoxication.

Seeing that Fang Zhiming's face seemed to be a little melancholy, he hurriedly left the remnants of the flowers and willows on the side, twisted his fat body over, and coaxed: "Baby, what's wrong?"

Fang Zhiming lowered his head and was silent, and only raised his head after a while, his eyes were slightly red, with a hint of heartbreaking stubbornness: "Didn't you say that you should always be good to Zhiming? This has a new love...... If you want to abandon the Underworld, the adult will say it directly, and there is no other thing to say about the Underworld. ”

The man only felt that his heart was about to be broken by this angry look, and he coaxed again and again, for fear that this little baby would be angry, and swore that he would send the young man away on the bed later, and the young man's originally pale face on the bed was a little whiter.

Fang Zhiming knew the truth of accepting it when he saw it, and he didn't dwell on it too much.

Occasionally, others will indulge you, and even make others think you are special and more obsessed with you. But if you are too distracted, you can't recognize your own identity, and you will be disgusted by digging your own grave.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a fragile snowflake, delicate and beautiful. A gentle smile rose at the corner of his mouth, looking a little silly, but very cute, and he said something domineering but not disgusting:

"Then let's say it, adults are not allowed to find other people if they have Zhiming, otherwise Zhiming will be jealous, and they will ignore you. ”

The man was eaten to death by his squeamish little appearance, laughing, playing with his big hand with Fang Zhi's well-defined hand, his eyes were dark, and the atmosphere soon became ambiguous, and his lust was about to explode.

"My lord, let's go bathe first, stop the ...... Stop meditating and tidy up here, I don't want to ...... where others have slept."

After a smile, the man readily responded, turned around and went to the bath. After a while, only Fang Zhiming and the young man on the bed were left in the empty hall.

He glanced at the young man on the bed expressionlessly, lowered his head to clean up the mess, and didn't leave a single look.

The young man bit his lip, looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then made up his mind to speak:

"You...... You're too much, you've climbed into Lord Wudian's bed and profited from it, aren't we allowed to do that?"

Fang Zhiming's hand paused, his face did not fluctuate, and he continued to clean up as if nothing had happened.

The young man covered his body with the quilt, and looked at Fang Zhiming's eyes with resentment and jealousy. is famous above the outer gate, and he naturally knows it, so he is more and more unwilling.

Why, it's just a lowly thing that climbs on the bed, and it can actually make a name for itself in the outer door competition? I'm afraid it's just relying on the care of the Demon Lord of the Void. If he can, why can't he?

"You're just a thing, nothing in the eyes of adults!

"You still have the face to participate in the outer door competition? How many times have you sold yourself in so many victories? And that Liu Feng, I'm afraid you also played for him very well! I am willing to die for you, it is really a peony flower to die and be a ghost!"

"The Demon Lord said that you are just a tool for him to vent his desires. You don't pee and look at yourself, you look nauseous when you look dirty!"

“......”

The more he scolded, the more vicious he became, as if he could pour out all the jealousy in his heart in this way, his face was distorted and his eyes were red, obviously he had lost his mind, and his whole person was as terrible as the devil.

"Shut up, what are you talking about?!"

As soon as the Wudian Demon Lord walked to the front of the hall, his heart was rippling, and when he heard the young man's words, his face instantly became distorted.

In a fit of rage, he threw a huge axe at him, slashed at the young man who was still chattering on the bed, and directly cut the young man into two pieces, killing him before he could even struggle.

"Poof"

Suddenly, a large patch of bright red blood burst out, splashing all over the hall, dripping with blood. The snow-white sheets were also dyed a dark scarlet, which looked a little scary.

The two corpses lay alone on it, with a cold and awe-inspiring giant axe firmly inserted between their broken waists, and their eyes were still frightened before they died, as if they didn't expect to die so easily.

“......”

Fang Zhiming lowered his head and stood quietly in place, making it impossible to see his expression clearly. His thin body remained motionless, as if he would be blown down by the wind in the next moment.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord of Wudian didn't know why he felt a little weak. He quietly approached Fang Zhiming, stopped his slender waist, and said with a smile:

"Are you scared, baby? He is so much that he dares to scold my little darling, and he feels happy to see that I have killed him for you?"

Fang Zhiming still lowered his head, his body motionless like a stone.

Wudian Demon Monarch's heart was broken, he was really angry, and hurriedly coaxed: "Don't you want to enter the inner door?

This time, Fang Zhiming finally reacted and slowly raised his head.

The Demon Lord of Wudian was happy, but he saw that his face was full of tears, the tip of his nose and eyes were flushed, and he looked like he had lost his soul.

He looked at the Demon Lord Wudian with those bloodshot eyes, and asked sentence by sentence, "Is what he said true?"

Wudian Demon Monarch was about to say no, but he could touch the young man's firm eyes, and the denial that had just reached his mouth couldn't help but hesitate.

Fang Zhiming saw him hesitate, showed a painful and relieved smile, and said in a dumb voice: "Zhiming understands." ”

He broke free of the big fan hand placed on his waist by the Demon Lord of Wudian, turned around and left, urging his body to move quickly, and disappeared after a while, leaving only a stumbling and lost soul-losing back, looking a little lonely.

The Demon Lord of Wudian just wanted to chase after him, but remembering what a nephew had said to him, he couldn't help but hesitate, thought about it, and finally gave up.

Let's just let the little things think about it. Let him know that in this Demon Sect, he is his only backer.

......

Fang Zhiming had tears on his cheeks, and stumbled all the way to the cave, looking pitiful and embarrassed, which really attracted the attention of many people.

"Bang!"

The moment he locked the door of the cave, his expression immediately changed, and he was as cold as ice.

"Xiao Langjun, you're back, the slave family has been waiting for you for a long time~"

A woman's coquettish voice came from behind her. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Ziyan lying lazily on his bed, with many small snacks spread out on the bed.

Seeing him coming, she naturally put on a seductive posture towards him, blinking her delicate Danfeng eyes, which were like silk.

He sighed, rubbed his forehead, and said in a somewhat helpless tone:

"Sister, you're still playing. ”

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