I just want to make alchemy, not to fall in love

Chapter 15
In the evening, the stars are dotted.

In the woods not far from Moshui Village.

A [-]-year-old girl with a bit of baby fat is sitting lazily on the tree branch, with her hands behind her head, one leg resting on the branch, and the other dangling naturally.

He took out a small dried fish from nowhere, threw it high, and caught it with his cherry-like mouth.

"Food, Lejing, um... and... hiccup~"

She burps.

"And...my beauty."

So unhappy.

"My little ancestor, come down quickly."

"If you have something good or bad, how can I ask the late prince for business?"

The middle-aged man was a little anxious under the tree. His straight body and solid muscles all showed that he was a trainer.

Zhao Qinghe didn't come down, but waved his hand towards the bottom, changed into a comfortable position and continued to lie flat, there was aura flowing out of his comfortable eyes against the starlight.

"Ah, ah, ah, Uncle Zhong, don't worry."

"No matter how bad I am, I am still an eighth-rank practitioner. Even if I fall, it will be fine."

"Little ancestor, that's not what I meant."

Under the tree, Uncle Zhong was still earnestly saying: "Recently, the Demon Sect has been rampant in the territory of Da Zhou, and many villages have been looted by the Demon Sect. Stay outside, in case the people from the Demon Sect come to you..."

"That's not right." Zhao Qinghe didn't feel sleepy at all, and he became interested: "The princess's mansion is so boring, I finally came out, and I just happened to practice my hands with them."

"Dare to bully the people of my Great Zhou in my territory. As the royal family of Great Zhou, I must give them some color."

Uncle Zhong still wanted to speak, but the girl on the tree branch was like a little white fox, dexterously jumping down from the tree.

"Princess..." Uncle Zhong didn't react, Zhao Qinghe took off the purse from his waist flexibly.

The eccentric girl gave him a clever smile, returned to the tree, took out the small dried fish in her purse, and continued to taste.

Uncle Zhong shook his head helplessly: "Okay, at most until tomorrow, and go back to the princess mansion."

He is a seventh-rank martial artist protecting the princess, so there shouldn't be any major incidents.

The night is dark.

Gusts of wind swept over.

Like a little fox, Zhao Qinghe, pretending to be asleep, pricked up his ears to listen to the message in the wind.

Opening her eyes, she jumped to the top of the tree and looked into the distance.

A group of furtive figures prowled the night.

Looking at the clothes, it should be a disciple of the Demon Sect.

A sly gleam flashed in his eyes.

Hey!

Thieves, here I come!
Uncle Zhong, who was resting under the tree, was not awakened, so she rushed towards the village nimbly through the night.

outside the village.

About ten people sneaked around and rushed to the vicinity of the village.

The elder of the Demon Sect who took the lead gave an order:
"Seal all exits from the village."

"Teach the main living people, set a fire, wake up these untouchables, and take them all away."

The dark night sky was suddenly illuminated.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!"

"Put out the fire, put out the fire!"

The villagers were suddenly awakened by the fire, and they ran and shouted to each other. Fortunately, the fire was not big and the flames were quickly extinguished.

The next moment, I saw a group of people standing at the entrance of the village.

They all looked like monks, all dressed in night clothes, they looked like villains.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in Moshui Village?"

The vigilant villagers immediately realized that something was wrong, picked up farm tools and confronted the group of people.

"Don't panic, our leader wants to invite you to be a guest at the Demon Gate."

Magic door?

The hearts of the villagers were half chilled.

Recently, I heard that many villagers were forcibly taken away, and none of them came back.

Has the unforeseen misfortune that fell upon them today?

"Everyone, please."

The villagers didn't move, and confronted these demonic people on both sides.

"Not going? Bring the middle girl here."

The village chief's heart sank.

The girl came to the village only two days ago, and she was accompanied by an old man. Both of them were very kind and helped them build the canal together.

People in their village already regard these two as their own family.

But is such an innocent little girl about to die tragically at the hands of the Demon Sect today?
The elder of Momen has already planned to make an example to others.

"Don't go?"

The cold light of a long sword slashed at the girl.

"Wait! Let's go!" The village chief said urgently, trying to stop him, but it was too late.

"This is the fate!"

"You talk too much, do you still want to fight?"

The slashing sword was easily caught by Zhao Qinghe, and the sharp edge of the sword did not leave a trace of blood on her delicate palm.

The sword cultivator's breathing was slightly condensed.

Eighth-rank forging body, in such a small village, this delicate little girl is actually an eighth-rank martial artist?

Zhao Qinghe held the sword edge tightly with one hand, restrained it with the absolute strength of a martial artist, without any gorgeous movements, and attacked Jianxiu's lower body with his right leg.

collapse!
It's violent!
The people around felt a wave of Dandan's sadness.

No, we can't go on like this.

Ten to one, the advantage is mine!
Except for the person who performed the crotch-holding skill after being raped.

The other Demon Sect disciples came up from the chrysalis.

At this moment, Zhao Qinghe was a bit outnumbered by two fists (crossed out)...twenty hands.

Elder Momen secretly observed from the side.

Eighth-rank martial arts, such a person must have more vigorous blood essence.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

A trace of evil spirit is attached to the palm.

Killed out like a poisonous snake.

Although the sword's edge scraped on her body was neither painful nor itchy, but she couldn't stand the crowd, and she was already a little bit overwhelmed.

The next moment, she felt boundless killing intent.

Turning around suddenly, the black palm in her pupils was continuously enlarged, and she had no time to react.

Blowing her long hair up with biting energy.

"The princess!"

Anxious shouts came along the palm wind.

fucked up,

Uncle Zhong,

This time I played off...

……

Uncle Zhong was awakened by the sound of crackling flames.

dangerous? !

Looking up at the tree, people walk away and the tree is empty.

"The princess?"

Little ancestor, where did you go? !

"That's not right, it's just a good time to practice with them."

What Zhao Qinghe said before suddenly echoed in his ears.

This little ancestor would not really go to the people of the Demon Sect.

The sound of fighting in the distance caught his attention.

Inexplicably let his heart hang for a moment.

When he arrived at Moshui Village, he saw Zhao Qinghe.

She is confronting a group of demon disciples.

The elder of the Demon Sect behind him exuded black air from his palm, and attacked Zhao Qinghe directly behind him.

"The princess!"

His eyes were wide open, and he shouted anxiously, rushing towards the besieged Zhao Qinghe.

But the time was too short for him to catch up.

He could only watch helplessly as the vigorous palms attacked Zhao Qinghe.

call out--

A long sword volleyed out from a distance, and the night sky shone with light, like a thunderbolt.

The long sword blocked the palm emitting black energy, and the electric arc around him was instantly emitted.

A bolt of lightning struck straight down.

While splashing black dust,
It also emitted black billowing smoke.

[You use Duyun Sword (Flash Pill, Mist Pill plus) to cause 217 points of basic damage to the elder of the Demon Gate, add 150 points of energy, causing the same amount of damage, and add "paralysis" and "energy loss effects" to it, lasting Attach until the smoke dissipates]

[Paralysis: Reduce 50% agility value]

[Energy loss: 2 points of energy loss per second]

Beyond the smoke, a young man walked up and pulled out the long sword that was still emitting arcs on the ground.

"Old friend, the cooperation is good."

(End of this chapter)