Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

How many people were terrified and sweated for her. I'm afraid that the leader, in a fit of anger, will directly shoot this ignorant little girl to death.

And she blinked and looked up at him, still oblivious to it.

The system was also at a loss: [Host, are you really planning to help Yuan Mingqi? This man has killed you all over the house, are you planning to recognize the thief as your father? 】

"There are so many rules in the rivers and lakes, no matter how deep the water is, I only recognize my own rules."

The corners of Jiao Yang's lips curved slightly, "You don't care what I plan to do, as long as I'm happy. As for the exercises."

The corner of her mouth curled up slightly: "Anyway, I have already memorized it by heart, and I will never allow anyone to compete with me for that position. I think it is better than him being invisible and intangible and thinking about it all his life."

It's more interesting to let him clearly grasp the exercises in his hands, but he can't practice them all his life. "

Is it possible to share the things that fell into Sheng Jiaoyang's hands with others? Stop daydreaming.

Jiao Yang remembered that it was written on the scroll that if he didn't practice this exercise from the beginning, or even skipped the first half and started to practice the second half, he would go mad, bleeding from seven orifices and cut off his meridian, and he would die.

She wants to let the Shaxue Demon Art, other than her, there are ancients in the past, but there will be no one in the future, so that it will disappear from the rivers and lakes.

The system twitched the corner of its mouth: [Tall, you are really tall. 】

Jiao Yang blinked lightly: "Can you accept me now, brother-in-law?"

The man looked at her for a long time, then bowed down under everyone's gaze, "You, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Huh?" She looked at him more and more blankly.

But he turned his eyes away, accepted the ancient book, and said in a cold voice, "Don't call me that in the future. Also, since you want to join the Shenyue Sect, you have to do one thing first like everyone else before joining the Sect."

"What's the matter?" Jiao Yang's eyes followed him, but after what he said just now, that is, he had already agreed to let her stay by his side.

"You come and tell him."

The man didn't look at anyone, but it was the young man who looked like a butterfly spirit who spoke. He had his chest folded, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his eyes were full of arrogance, and he looked sideways at him, but the corners of his mouth were full of jokes: " You need to kill someone first."

"Who?" The child tilted his head blankly.

Yuan Mingqi pointed his finger at one person: "She—"

Jiao Yang followed his fingers to look over, Bi Ling's face turned pale instantly, but she lowered her head and didn't make a sound.

Baiye Liufeng was stunned for a while, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Interesting. This woman has a feud with this little girl, and the Yuan and Ming Dynasties have obviously let go.

It stands to reason that to enter the Shenyue Sect, one needs to forget all goodwill, conscience, and even one's own life and death. The only thing left is blood and loyalty.

Only in this way can we survive.

The canons and precepts are almost harsh, but if you touch them, you will die.

But Jiao Yang still froze in place, as if at a loss as to what to do. But it was normal, she was still a child, and she was weak since she was a child, let alone killing people, she might not even be able to hold a sword.

Yuan Mingqi stared at her closely and frowned. He watched the child hesitate for a while, picked up a bloody long sword from the ground, and walked towards the woman step by step.

Bi Ling closed her eyes, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Kill me, kill me, miss, I betrayed you first, only by killing me can you live."

Jiao Yang looked at her for a while, but couldn't see any emotion clearly in her eyes.

She raised the long sword and stopped in front of her for a while, but before doing anything, she suddenly felt her hand being held by cold five fingers, exerting force.

There was only a sound of "噗嗤", the sword even hilt sank into the flesh in front of him, and blood spattered.

Jiao Yang opened her eyes wide, and the long sword was pulled out suddenly, she looked at her blood-stained hands, and the hole in the corpse.

The light tulle was also stained with mottled blood.