Jiang Qiongju looked at Yu Dao in a daze, only to see that Yu Dao's face was indifferent, and he didn't seem to be affected by the red mist at all. The corners of his mouth were slightly cold, and there was a heavy coldness on his delicate face.

Jiang Qiongju's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized that he liked this person was planted in the first battle of the Dryad, and he was the same at that time.

For the next two months, under the pressure of the burden, she would think of the person standing in front of her every night. There has never been a person who can bear the life and death crisis for her like Yu Dao.

Although Jiang Qiongju wears men's clothes and treats herself as a man, she has developed a man's style in the past 17 years, and has successfully supported the Jiang family, which is only one person left, but she is still a woman, and she hopes that someone can shelter her from the wind and rain.

Or rather, her hopes for it are even stronger.

In this way, she was deeply impressed by Yu Dao, and it could almost be regarded as unforgettable. And she also had an agreement with Yu Dao to be a servant after half a year, so that she knew that her identity had been exposed.

For various reasons, her feelings for Yu Dao became more complicated, and gradually became affectionate. Although the affection here is not strong, it has been deeply rooted, and if it is eroded by time, it may only be buried in the depths of her heart and never sprout.

But what I never expected was that under the urging of the red mist, the two of them had a direct skin-to-skin relationship, and they almost had a human courtesy.

The red mist was originally derived from the peach blossom evil, not an ordinary aphrodisiac, but an evil qi that can tempt people's minds. If the peach blossoms gush out, the induction realm cultivators of the third layer of qi refining will be blinded.

It is rumored that when a monk condensed into a peach blossom, he was accidentally infected by the peach blossom and saw a plum tree, and since then he has taken the plum tree as his wife, known as the "plum wife crane". Although this is a nickname, it can also glimpse the horror of peach blossoms.

If the monk had seen a pig at the time, the rumors might not have been so kind.

The red mist is not a peach blossom, and naturally it will not reach the terrifying state of the peach blossom, but it also has one or two wonderful points of the peach blossom. And Jiang Qiongju already has affection for Yu Dao, and catalyzed by this, the affection is even deeper, as if the two have a covenant in their previous lives.

And Yu Dao is a stranger who was reincarnated in this life, and along the way, all he met were wicked people. coincided with the kindness of the old monk and the little monk, and the chill in his heart faded slightly, and he began to face the people of this world. Now he was stimulated by the red mist and Jiang Qiongju, and his heart vibrated far more than before.

Yu Dao knows what his temperament is, he is a thin and cool person, he may not deliberately be evil, and even occasionally be good, but the most important person and thing in his heart is still himself.

If anyone will take him, he will kill him. If he is responsible for this life, he has nothing to do with this life, it is not his hometown, and it is not impossible to kill all the people in this world.

It is said: It is better for me to bear the sky than for the sky to bear me.

The word love is to hope for love, not love.

Now when he met a person who would rather humiliate himself and save him, he was touched by his heart and accepted as a forbidden. Yu Dao is not in love with Jiang Qiongju, but he is already affectionate.

In his hands, the man did not want to run away again.

Jiang Qiongju stared at Yu Dao, thinking carefully, and a panic rose in his heart for no reason.

Think about how she and Yu Dao have only met twice, and they have only been together for two days, although they have friends of life and death, but she is in this person like this, will it make the other party feel too frivolous, or even prodigal.

Jiang Qiongju bit her lip, and the panic in her heart was even stronger, "But people just like him......"

Yu Dao retracted his gaze and looked down at Jiang Qiongju, he leaned down and hugged Jiang Qiongju in his arms. Jiang Qiongju's thoughts immediately froze, and his mind went blank.

In an instant, Jiang Qiongju felt that his whole world was bright. She wanted to pick up a golden whistle, but the other party gave her daylight.

Yu Dao leaned against her neck, slid slightly, felt the feeling of her hair brushing between her noses, and said slowly, "Qiongju." ”

"Hmm" Jiang Qiongju bowed her head lightly, her eyes warmed, and she leaned on Yu Dao's arms, feeling the warmth.

"I'll take you to kill. ”

In an instant, I felt that my breath was frozen, and my brain was blank, and I didn't know what this life was.

Jiang Qiongju trembled, "...... Good. ”

The waist of the Doom Slash Immortal Hu trembled, and a ray of light suddenly erupted, suspended in the air, slashing the surrounding red mist.

Yu Dao picked up the mask and gently put it on for Jiang Qiongju.

"Squeak!" the wooden door of the thatched hut opened, and the two of them strode out of the house.

The bhikshunis smiled and looked at the white worms wriggling all over the ground in the pool and by the pool, and their eyes were happy. The two men in the vicinity heard the squeak and immediately looked up. Then I saw a dusty boy walking out with a masked man.

Their eyes were slightly stunned, "It's over so soon?" but soon laughed, "I didn't expect both of them to be so good." ”

The two nuns stepped forward with a swaying posture, "Donor, the conference is not over yet, please continue to play tricks, and will enter the next step later." ”

Yu Dao looked up and found that among the bhikshunis all over the ground, only a dozen or so were monks, two of them were in the late stage of fetal movement, and the rest were not worth mentioning.

Seeing the person who was serving him coming over, Yu Dao said, "Poor Dao came out to ask the female Bodhisattva to lend something?"

The two bhikshunis clasped their hands in front of them, making a charming gesture, and looked at Yu Dao with tears in their eyes, "What ......do you want to borrow from the donor?"

Yu Dao turned his head away from them, "Human head." ”

Poof, a line of white light flashed, and the ** color in the eyes of the two bhikshunis had not disappeared, and their faces froze.

With a click, the two sleek heads fell and smashed to the ground, rolling for a long time.

The headless white body fell, and the blood on the neck spurted out of Lao Gao, and he stopped half-breathing.

Yu Dao glanced indifferently.

The sound in the field froze suddenly, but if you listen carefully, those shallow moans and whispers are still as usual, and the people in the audience who are enjoying the obscenity do not notice this scene at all.

When some nuns saw it, their eyes widened, and they reacted, their eyebrows upside down, and they screamed: "There are monks!"

"There's a thief!" the scene suddenly panicked.

When Yu Dao heard it, he sneered, his eyes were red, he squeezed Jiang Qiongju's hand, and while walking, he pinched the magic technique with one hand.

Millilight hovered beside him, spinning and spinning, harvesting a head with each flicker.

The nuns who were a hundred paces away were shocked when they saw this.

"Magic weapons! Thieves have magic weapons!"

"Where is the Dharma Protector?"

"Hurry up!

At this time, it was the time of the "Uncovered Conference", and the red mist was shrouded in it, and the monks were forbidden to set foot in this place. Even if the monk came in, the flesh was mortal, and it was useless to face the monk holding the magic weapon.

The scene is terrifying!

Jiang Qiongju stayed in front of the hut, standing in a daze, she felt the throbbing sensation coming from the talisman money in her palm, and her heart kept trembling.

A person walks in the red mist, as if entering no man's land, the road is elegant, the ink hair is like a promise, there is blood blooming for it, there are screams for rejoicing, and there is death for Saga...... whereas

This person is for himself.