Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 599
If someone appeared, he would still be able to wake up and avoid accidents.

It's just that Lingjiu doesn't know that after four years of loneliness and longing for her, he has long been obsessed with her and cherishes every moment.

Any movement from her would wake him up.

Especially in this sensitive situation.

The breeze is blowing, and the white mist covers the body.

The beautiful shadow Xu Xu flashed by, and those who happened to see it accidentally thought it was just an illusion.

This is a cliff, and in front of the cliff, apart from the Flame Tree, there are only a group of monks watching.

After Lingjiu arrived at the destination, she stood on the top of a tree, watching the farce in front of her with cold eyes.

The man who was forced to the edge of the cliff by the monks was the man who got the flaming red sword before.

At this time, he who had escaped for a day had already been bruised and bruised, describing himself as a mess.

Facing this group of men and women who are also monks, and his fellow disciples in the crowd, the resentment on the man's face is so strong that his facial features have been distorted, and his eyes are bloodshot.

"Leng Yixuan, put down the sword, you can still save your life."

"Brother, give me the sword, so that we can be brothers again."

"Hahaha, that's funny! This sword must belong to my Crazy Blood Sect."

Seeing that the man had nowhere to escape, everyone was no longer in a hurry to persecute him, and started to reject him.

However, standing on the edge of the cliff, the man named Leng Yixuan only became more unwilling when he heard their words.

It's just... Are treasures more important than life?
I'm afraid, even if he throws the sword to them, they will not spare his life.

What's more, this sword has already been recognized by his own blood, unless he dies, no one else will be able to become the new owner of the sword.

Thinking about it this way, there is still no escape.

Lingjiu watched the development of the situation, she did not want such a result.

A wisp of sweet fragrance radiated from her fingertips, filling the air soundlessly.

The monks who originally had evil intentions smelled the fragrance, but they didn't notice anything strange, and their eyes turned red unconsciously.

One person couldn't hold back at first, and rushed towards Leng Yixuan.

Leng Yixuan was already prepared to be attacked by someone, and he was also on guard against this person's sneak attack.

It's just that he didn't expect that this person was just the beginning, and there would be monks coming to kill him one by one.

"Are you really disregarding fellowship?" Leng Yixuan cried out in pain.

"I wish you were dead a long time ago. Why do master love you the most, and good things will always be yours? Talent is better than mine? A genius who is rare in a century? I will let you fall here today. Let's see how you can get along with me." I compare!" The person who yelled this was his fellow disciple.

Leng Yixuan's face changed drastically, he didn't expect the other party to have such thoughts.

His face was ashen, his eyes dimmed for a while, and then flashed with burning light in an instant.

"If I survive by luck, I will be rewarded for today's humiliation." After shouting these words in a low voice, Leng Yixuan was hit by several spells in succession, turned around and jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

The howling wind made Leng Yixuan's eyes dazzle, but he was still desperately looking for life.

It's just that the people above obviously refused to let him go, and several monks, including his fellow disciples, jumped off the cliff and chased after him.

The wind at the cliff was very strong, but it couldn't stop the monk from walking against the wind.

"go to hell!"

Leng Yixuan's eyes widened to the extreme, and the last scene he saw was the ferocious face of his senior brother in his memory, and the aura that wanted to take his life.

A faint fragrance comes from nowhere, and after inhaling the tip of the nose, it makes people feel peaceful.

Leng Yixuan, who thought he was doomed, saw that deadly spirit technique being swept away by a hand, and disappeared without a trace.

He looked sideways, and a smile caught his eye, making him think for a moment that he was living in a dream and illusion.

Everything turned into darkness with powerless eyes closed.

When Leng Yixuan woke up again, he found himself in a cave.

He got up quickly, looked around and saw that there was no danger, and the injury on his body was already mostly healed.

"This is?" The first thing that came to his mind was that face that looked like a demon.

"Are you feeling better?" A soft voice came out of nowhere.

Leng Yixuan turned his head to look, and the face imprinted in his sight overlapped with the one in his memory.

Although he was used to seeing many stunning women in the monk world, the appearance and temperament of the woman in front of him still made him stunned for a moment.

This seems to be an exquisite beauty that shouldn't appear in the world, and it is easy to seduce people's hearts with every frown and smile.

"It was you... who saved me?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice had become hoarse.

Leng Yixuan showed some embarrassment.

A gleam flashed in Lingjiu's eyes: "That's right, I saw a lot of people chasing and killing you, and there is someone called your younger brother."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yixuan's face stiffened instantly, and suppressed anger appeared in his eyes.

Lingjiu didn't seem to notice, and sat aside: "Since you are brothers, why did he kill you?"

The woman's voice is so soft that people can't help letting go of their guard.

Leng Yixuan glanced at her, and quickly retracted his gaze, not only because he was in a complicated mood, but also because he didn't dare to look too much to affect his mood.

"For this." He pointed to the fiery red sword beside him.

"This is a treasure I got by chance. If he wants to seize the treasure, he will kill me."

Lingjiu was surprised: "Are you going to kill you for something external to you?"

Leng Yixuan was speechless, because for him, this was really a wound that was hard to heal.

Lingjiu tilted her head and asked after a while, "What are you going to do?"

Leng Yixuan said nothing.

"When I saved you, I didn't kill anyone." Lingjiu said softly: "Grandpa said that if you have a grudge, you must avenge a true gentleman. Those people are your enemies, so you should take revenge yourself."

"Grandpa?" Leng Yixuan asked tentatively.

In fact, he was curious about the identity of the woman.

If the woman is a disciple of a foreign sect, with her appearance and temperament, it is impossible to be silent.

"Yeah." Lingjiu laughed: "Grandpa and I have been living here, but grandpa suddenly disappeared more than half a month ago."

The woman's smile was not hazy, but it made Leng Yixuan, who was tempted, feel ashamed. He couldn't help but turn from the tentativeness at the beginning to sincere concern.

The short conversation between the two was very well timed and relaxed, and they got each other's bottom out without knowing it.

Of course, this also depends on whether the truth revealed is true or not.

According to what Leng Yixuan said, he is a disciple of Wei Daomen and one of the direct disciples of the head of the sect. Naturally, he came to Qianqian Illusion this time to compete for the first place, but he did not expect to encounter such a catastrophe.

(End of this chapter)