Wear the villain and act coquettish again

Chapter 137 My idol is the leader of the Demon Cult 11
And Lei Jiang belonged to the imperial guards who belonged to the opposite camp to Fang Qimo.

Could it be that there are some things that he doesn't know, or that he knows and doesn't want to tell her?

Thinking of this, Meng Xian shook his head.

It cannot be the latter.

The Five Parts of Huangquan is not a place where any soul can go.

Only those souls who are good-hearted and will be reborn as human beings in the next life but are unwilling to drink Mengpo soup for various reasons will be transferred to the fifth part of Huangquan.

Let them help the deceased counterattack.

If Lei Jiang really knew that Fang Qimo had done good deeds, then he would not insist that Fang Qimo was a big devil.

To be honest, it is the first rule to stay in the five parts of Huangquan.

Today, if she hadn't happened to meet the old man and chased him with her sword, she wouldn't have met this small vendor who stole jewelry and sold it.

It is even more impossible to know that Fang Qimo also has a good side.

While Meng Xian was thinking, the woman whose jewelry had been stolen saw that the vendor had so many accomplices, so she could only swallow her dissatisfaction and prepared to leave.

Maybe it was because she really liked the jewelry so much that she was still muttering something when she left.

"What are you talking about!" A strong man stretched out his hand and pushed the woman.

The strength of a man is different from that of a woman. He may feel that he is not exerting any strength, but when the woman exclaims, she falls forward.

A person in front of her was holding a food box in his hand, and he fell down when he was hit by her like this.

The food box fell to the ground, and a bowl of soup inside spilled out.

Seeing this scene, Meng Xian didn't know what happened, and an unknown fire slowly burned from the bottom of his heart.

"Help them up." An abrupt low female voice sounded.

The big man who just pushed the man heard the sound and looked over.

Seeing that the speaker was a beautiful girl, he couldn't help laughing: "Little girl, I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

There was no unnecessary expression on Meng Xian's face, and his clear eyes gradually darkened.

As the eyes flashed, there seemed to be a faint purple streamer lingering in them.

"I said, lift them up."

The big man realized that Meng Xian was not joking, so he restrained his smile, "What if I don't help?"

Meng Xian said coldly, "Then lick up all the soup spilled on the ground."

"Hahahaha!" The big man laughed again, but this smile was much scarier than before.

"You little girl, your fist is not big, but your tone is big."

"I don't help them, and I don't lick the soup. But I'd be more than happy to change the soup to you!"

As he said that, the big man exchanged a smile with his brother beside him, and looked at Meng Xian with an obscene look in his eyes.

Meng Xian raised his lips and sneered, "Oh."

Between lightning and flint, a figure walked back and forth among the group of big men.

In just a few breaths, the big men who were laughing obscenely just now all lay down on the ground.

Only the small vendor was left staring at Meng Xian with wide-eyed eyes.

Meng Xian was a short distance away from him, and looked at him coldly with purple eyes:
"Return all the things to the owner. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

The small vendor nodded repeatedly, too scared to even speak.

The woman's eyes were actually glowing with a strange purple light!
terrible!

Can't mess with!
After dealing with the group of big men, Meng Xian felt a little dizzy, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly keep them open.

She closed her eyes and walked forward.

The inexplicable fire in my heart is also dissipating.

After the flame was completely extinguished, Meng Xian also staggered and passed out in the alley.

(End of this chapter)