"You... Are you..."Meng Xiang looked this female battle spirit up and down, a little unable to believe his eyes.

This battle spirit is actually Ling Yueyue?!

Meng Xiang remembered that just now, Iron Fox said that two months ago, he killed Ling Yueyue in this burial place, and the Sword Emperor died in the burial ground and became a war spirit, and it was naturally not uncommon for this Ling Yueyue to become a war spirit.

However, even if she became a war spirit, probably because it didn't take long, Ling Yueyue obviously hadn't been corrupted yet, and her beauty was still there.

This beauty made Meng Xiang a little confused: "Are you Ling Yueyue?"

"Young man. Ling Yueyue bowed slightly: "The little woman was originally the chief of the Zixuanmen, how did she expect to be buried in the bone-buried place, the little woman saw the young man wearing the gray shirt of my master, and she must also be a person from the Zixuanmen." ”

Meng Xiang's eyebrows twitched as if they had been electrocuted by Wang Yongxin when he heard this: "That... I don't like to play Wenqing, please talk to people, thank you. ”

Ling Yueyue continued: "The poor little woman has been cultivating for so many years, and the bamboo basket is still empty, Shaoxia, I see that your cultivation is extraordinary, please help the little girl." ”

"Hey, I'm telling you to speak plainly, are you listening to me, do you hear me talking to you?" Meng Xiang felt that his facial muscles seemed to be shaking a little uncontrollably.

What's going on, this girl is pretty and beautiful, but why do I feel this irritability in my heart?

Ling Yueyue was still looking at herself and said: "It's a pity that the little girl only knew that someone harmed me, but she didn't know who did the harm, and as far as I know, in this Purple Xuanmen, many forces are surging at this time, so you must be more careful." ”

Ling Yueyue's words aroused Meng Xiang's curiosity: "What do you mean by multiple forces?"

"Therefore, when the young man investigates the real murderer of the little girl, he must be more careful. ”

"Beauty, could you please listen to what I said!!?"

Meng Xiang leaned in and yelled next to her ear with all his might, and Ling Yueyue's hair was blown to the other side.

Ling Yueyue was stunned for a moment: "Hmm, what did you just say to the little girl?"

"You... I'm ¥@%*+~..."Ling Yueyue's answer almost didn't make Meng Xiang spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

Ahh

I see, she must be behind the ear!

Since she is behind her ear, let's shorten the content of her speech as much as possible, and ask her if she knows where the butcher's village is.

Meng Xiang took a deep breath and shouted at her delicate ears without pity: "Beautiful, female, I, say, want, I, help, you, sue, me, do you know, butcher's village! in! where?... Whew, damn me tired. ”

Ling Yueyue turned her face sideways, and her beautiful phoenix eyes blinked: "Shaoxia, you don't have to shout so loudly, the little woman's ears are normal, of course I know where the butcher's village is." ”

Meng Xiang was stunned for a moment.

Can you hear me?

Can she hear me?

Can you hear that you were ignoring me just now?

You [beep], I'm [beep] you [beep], you're kidding me, aren't you?

Quack, quack, quack.

With the crackling of his fists, Meng Xiang raised his head and took three sharp breaths, and the capillaries on his forehead were about to explode.

Calm down, I can't hit a woman, I'm a successful person... Damn, I can't help it, so just slap her?

"Do you know where the butcher's village is?" Meng Xiang finally suppressed his anger and asked calmly.

Ling Yueyue nodded: "Shaoxia, you mean, as long as I tell you where the butcher's village is, you will help me find out the real murderer who killed me, right?"

"Yes. ”

Too lazy to talk to her, Meng Xiang rolled his eyes and replied to her simply.

Originally, I promised Xue'er to bring a message to Ling Yueyue, but now...

If you bring a fart, she will ignore what Lao Tzu says, and I still have words?

Ling Yueyue thought about it, and seemed to be a little distrustful of Meng Xiang, but then it occurred to her that Meng Xiang might be the only person who could help her.

After all, the true yuan that Meng Xiang showed just now was something she had never heard of, and that strength was probably completely above the strongest sword god of the human race.

The promise made by such a strong man should be kept, right?

Ling Yueyue pondered for a moment and finally made a decision.

"Come with me, I'll take you to the butcher's village. With that, she floated leisurely in front of Meng Xiang and led the way for Meng Xiang.

This Ling Yueyue drifted very slowly, and Meng Xiang was not in a hurry.

The butcher's village should not have the intention of harming Ah Chou, otherwise he would not have sent someone to abduct Ah Chou, so there is no need to rush, it is better to understand this Ling Yueyue first.

Xue'er looked for her sister Ling Yueyue for four years, but she didn't expect that Ling Yueyue was actually dead in the end.

Looking at Ling Yueyue's back, and thinking of the girl who picked up the dung, Meng Xiang was a little emotional.

The world is really impermanent, how should I tell Ling Xue'er about this?

It was this Ling Yueyue, who followed her all the way, and Meng Xiang became a little curious about her.

Curious about what, and why curious?

Because she's got a good temperament, because she feels something, because she's hiding something, it's not...

Because she's beautiful, be curious about her, it's as simple as that.

That's right, I just want to pick up girls! I'm a man, isn't it normal to want to pick up beautiful girls? Why do you have to have excuses like reasons or interests when it's clear that I'm a pickling girl?

Mature men don't care too much about men and women? Um? Did I say that?

Moreover, if the Ling Yueyue was fake when I signed up, then my confession of intellectual disability was equivalent to never happening, doesn't that mean...

One more chance to soak her?

And she's a war spirit, not a real person...

Wow, people and ghosts are not over, it's exciting to think about it, wait a minute, I seem to have exposed something?

Thinking of this, Meng Xiang cleared his throat and took the initiative to talk: "That... Ling Yueyue, right?"

"Hmm, what's wrong, young man. Ling Yueyue looked back and smiled politely.

With this smile, looking back at Bai Meisheng, I have to say that this Ling Yueyue is indeed a rare beauty.

Although the Ling Yueyue pretended to be the Iron Fox looked the same, it did not have the otherworldly heroism of the real Ling Yueyue in front of him at all.

"By the way, how did you get killed?" Meng Xiang asked.

When Ling Yueyue heard this, her eyebrows leaned closer slightly: "Didn't the little girl say it to you when she talked to you just now?

"Ahem... I..."

Meng Xiang's chest was so tight that he almost vomited blood.

Just now, because Ling Yueyue didn't listen to anyone at all, Meng Xiang didn't listen to what she said at all.

I... Behind my ears? Ah, less foul language.

Forget it, I'm still not going to talk to her.

Meng Xiang simply shut up, lest she blow up her kidneys alive.

That being said, along the way, Meng Xiang realized that not to mention her beauty, in fact, she has personal shortcomings.

Ling Yueyue's biggest drawback is that she is verbose!

The boot item of 361 is not as verbose as her.

Forget it when she speaks, what can be explained in one sentence has to be said in her mouth like a long story at the end of the story.

Not only that, but once Ling Yueyue said something, she would completely ignore what others said, just like when they first met.

Along the way, Ling Yueyue said a lot to Meng Xiang, and Meng Xiang wanted to avoid not hearing clearly, so she could only listen to it again from beginning to end.

Ling Yueyue talked for a whole hour, and she could fill the entire book with a lot of words, to put it simply, it probably meant a few things.

Zixuanmen's orc exchange conference this time is a bit strange, it seems that there is some treasure in the trial illusion realm recently, and even the Sect Master Sword God of Zixuanzong and the Roaring Ridge King Axe King are here.

That's right, what can be summed up in such a sentence, she said for a whole hour.

Wait, the Sword God is the Sect Master of the Zixuan Sect? Ugly, he said that his father is the Sword God, that's not... I'll go, ugly, you're really a big guy, huh?

Then, although Ling Yueyue was killed by the Iron Fox's sneak attack, she only knew that the person who killed her was the Iron Fox, but she didn't know who was behind the Iron Fox.

Ling Yueyue's request was to hope that Meng Xiang could help her find out the truth!

Because after Ling Yueyue's death, the iron fox dug out her heart, although she didn't know why, Ling Yueyue felt that someone in this Purple Xuanmen was probably going to do something.

And Meng Xiang... Naturally, I agreed.

Why did you agree to help her? The reason is simple.

Because she is beautiful, I want to help her.

Is there a more convincing reason in the world?

Finally, after an hour's journey, Meng Xiang followed Ling Yueyue and arrived at the boundary line of the burial place.

Along the way, almost all the battle spirits took the initiative to make way for Meng Xiang, which was also convenient.

But at the border line, Ling Yueyue stopped.

"Shaoxia, two kilometers west from here is the butcher's village, and the little woman can only help you get here. Saying that, Ling Yueyue's soul was slightly gloomy.

Meng Xiang glanced at her, and then at the boundary line.

The breeze ruffled her beautiful long hair, and the tips of her hair only brushed the boundary line, and the small section that crossed the line instantly turned into ashes.

I see, can't the war spirit leave the burial ground?

It is also said that each of these battle souls is in the golden body stage, and if they could leave the burial ground, the Nine Continents would have been stirred into the northeast and stewed.

Ling Yueyue raised her head and looked beyond the boundary line, her boundless starry eyes were full of longing.

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PS: There's something I forgot to say.

I said it in the group, but I forgot to say it to wild readers.

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If there is more than 15,000, needless to say, live broadcast Band-Aid.

Needless to say, my letter (xing) reputation, old readers remember it vividly.