After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Resisting the throbbing pain in his head, Qiao Wan immediately asked, "Where's Fang Lingqing?"

A bewildered look appeared on the maid's face.

Qiao Wan described patiently: "Another young man who came with me has scales on his face."

The maid was even more at a loss: "I have never seen such a young man..."

Qiao Wan's heart finally sank a little bit, without saying a word, she picked up the sword on the table, turned around and rushed out of the camp.

As a result, as soon as he rushed out of the camp, he was suddenly stopped by the Xiao family guards outside.

"Fellow Daoist Qiao, forgive me," the Xiao family guard who was guarding the door smiled politely: "Young Master Xiao Huan ordered us to take good care of fellow Daoist. Fellow Daoist is seriously injured, so don't go out and run around."

Qiao Wan stood still: "Have you ever seen a young man with scales on his face?"

"Youth?" The Xiao family guard thought for a while, "This young man was already dead as soon as he was brought back."

dead... dead? !

Qiao Wan's eyes widened, and with a thud in her heart, she immediately took three steps and two steps, rushed forward, and the blade firmly pressed against the neck of the Xiao family guard in front of her.

"Where are the people?! Where are the people?!"

The Xiao family guard was pressed down by her, just about to speak, his eyes touched Qiao Wan's cold and almost crazy look, he suddenly shivered, and his voice stuttered: "I... I don't know, this young man I'm not angry when I bring it back, maybe it was thrown back to the secret realm, maybe..."

Then... the young man was indeed out of breath when he brought it back. Even if Fang Lingqing is still alive, he is useless to the young master, and it is even more impossible for the young master to save his life.

After confirming again and again that the guard really didn't know what was going on, Qiao Wan silently retracted the sword, almost bleeding from his teeth.

died……?

Fang Lingqing is dead? The brain-pitted young man who had been molested by Qi Feidao and Chongde Ancient Garden's brothers and sisters died?

The shackles on his body were loosened, and the guard immediately got up on his hands and feet, carefully persuading the girl in front of him, for fear of angering the girl in front of him: "Friend Qiao, please go back and lie down, here are all our Xiao family disciples, even if you want to go out, come out. not going."

Hearing this, Qiao Wan turned around suddenly, held the sword, and said coldly, word by word, "Tell me everything you know, everything."

The Xiao family guard opposite moved his lips.

The blood stains on the girl's face had become dry brown blood clots, and there was a solemn cold light in her dark eyes.

Just at this moment, the Xiao family guard's heart froze and he made a helpless gesture, but was directly interrupted and threatened by Qiao Wan's expressionless face.

"Speak right here."

"Speak well."

"As long as you hide one more word, I will kill you."

He might be dying.

Fang Lingqing opened his eyes, his lips were thirsty, his whole body was like a fish with shaved scales, and even the slightest breeze made him twitch in pain. What's more, he still has a lot of amputated limbs stacked on his body, including men and women.

These corpses were stacked as high as a hill, and he was stuffed on the bottom layer of the corpse mountain. Through the gaps in the human body, he vaguely glimpsed a spacious and bright palace.

The white jade floor tiles were covered with blood and water, and the people who came and went in the palace were clearly reflected in the pool of blood.

It is not accurate to say that they are people. They are wearing armor and expressionless. They look more like the walking corpses that I have seen in the ghost market before. Yes, all kinds of strange "people".

Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Then a young man in white robe came out from outside the temple gate.

"All shipped?"

He could only hear the young man's gloomy voice and the corners of his white robe.

Fang Lingqing swallowed his saliva, moistened his thirsty throat, and quietly pushed away the front corpse, trying to take a closer look.

"All these 'human sacrifices' are here." These strangely shaped "people" answered.

"Is there anyone alive?" the young man asked. Before waiting for his subordinates to answer, a glistening silk like ice and snow suddenly stretched out from his cuff. "Forget it, let me check it myself."

Lingsi rolled up one of the "corpses" on Fang Lingqing's body, and the closed-eyed corpse trembled slightly imperceptibly.

The young man casually curled his fingers, and the spiritual silk wrapped around his wrist immediately wrapped tightly around the neck of the "corpse".

"Are you alive or dead?" The white-robed youth's voice contained a slight smile, and when he pulled it back gently, Lingsi was deeply drawn into the texture and cut a bright red incision.

"Um... uh... ahhhhh!!"

The severe pain hit, and the "corpse" finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a terrified scream broke out!

The young man suddenly turned cold and tightened his hands: "It's so noisy."

Quickly cut off the head of the "corpse".

He kicked the head under his feet casually, then turned his head to look in the direction of Corpse Mountain: "Who else is alive? Stand up."

Fang Lingqing could clearly feel that there were several "corpses" on his body, but everyone dared to move. Even Fang Lingqing couldn't help shivering, and subconsciously ducked down.

The young man rolled up another male cultivator's corpse, took it into his arms, touched the other's face, and showed a frivolous smile: "Is it you?"

After meeting the young man's face, the male cultivator couldn't help but widened his eyes in horror, "Yes...it's you!!"

"you……!!"

The young man suddenly changed his face, and the strands of spiritual silk on his wrist were centered on the opponent's chest. Under the terrified eyes of the male cultivator, he pinched his still beating heart.

Witnessing the young man kill two people in a row, and the smell of the corpse rotting in his nose, Fang Lingqing's stomach was surging for a while, and he tried his best to hold it back, but he didn't spit it out.

"The heartbeat is getting faster." The young man raised his eyes expressionlessly, his eyes swept around the mountain of corpses, and several "corpses" were dragged out by the strands of spirit on his wrists and threw them on the ground.

Without exception, Fang Lingqing heard the movements of these cultivators so frightened that their teeth chattered.

This time, the young man did not delay any longer, and the Lingsi on his wrist neatly dealt with more than ten corpses on the ground.

Finally, he put his eyes down on Fang Lingqing's direction.

"there's still one."

Without a knife, without a sword, his spiritual power was exhausted, and his body was seriously injured. The despair that was more profound than when he faced the tumbleweed with a human head rushed into his heart. Fang Lingqing gritted his teeth, knowing in his heart that he might not be able to survive this. closed.

Even if he had a magic weapon in his hand, he might not be able to deal with this young man, and he was not Meng Canglang. Fang Lingqing smiled bitterly.

A Scroll of Spirit Silk—

Just when Fang Lingqing closed his eyes and was about to die, this Lingsi was not aimed at him! Instead, he swept away the other "corpse" that was pressing on him. The other party couldn't even struggle, his trachea was cut open, and he was thrown aside.

At this point, the young man took Lingsi back to his wrist.

Another footstep sounded, the young man walked out of the hall door, and other "people" rushed up one after another, silently cleaning up the mess on the ground.

Fang Lingqing only felt that his heart was beating wildly and violently.

He...he still has a chance! !

Quietly pushed the corpse that was on his body away again, taking advantage of the moment when the "people" in front of him didn't look at him, Fang Lingqing's heart almost jumped out of his throat, he pushed the corpse in front of him away, and got out. After reaching the mountain of corpses, he stumbled to hide behind the white jade pillars in the main hall!

His hands and feet were stiff, and his throat was dry, bit by bit, he moved to the outside of the temple gate under the cover of the pillars.

Finally, he stepped out of the hall door with half his foot, and a gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"I forgot one."

At the same time, several spiritual threads penetrated deeply into the chest, firmly locking the position of the heart.

Looking at a big hole that suddenly appeared in his chest, Fang Lingqing turned his head blankly and looked at the person behind him.

"you……"

This young man is! !

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden sharp pain in his heart, Fang Lingqing lowered his eyes silently, and through the dark hole, he saw the young man's Lingsi pinching his still beating heart.

The young man showed a gentle and polite smile, and the blood-stained spiritual silk came out of his chest, then climbed up his neck and cut off the young man's head.

Copying the head of the young Junxiu in the palm of his hand, the young man played with interest for a while, and a faint sigh overflowed from his lips.

"So lovely."

And in the Xiao family camp.

Qiao Wan paused for a while, "You mean, Xiao Huan wants Senior Brother to use Zhu Xie Sword Manual in exchange to save me?"

The Xiao family guard frowned: "So, Qiao Daoyou, don't run around, wait with peace of mind, and when the swordsmanship arrives, this matter will be revealed by then."

impossible.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips, and she was very clear in her heart.

It was impossible for Xiao Huan to let her go like this. Maybe if he let her go now, he turned his head and killed her directly. Even if the consciousness is tampered with, there is a hidden danger, Xiao Huan can't be relieved after all.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the door. It was Xiao Huan's personal guard.

"Friend Qiao, Young Master has a request."

The Xiao family guard had a look on his face, "Look, it's coming".

Qiao Wan glanced at the other party, did not resist, silently picked up the sword and left with these people.

When he reached the tent, his footsteps paused for a while, and then he opened the tent.

As soon as I walked into the tent, I saw a man standing in the tent.

Lu Bi gave her a cold look and led her out of the tent.

After a while of silence, Lu Bihan finally spoke, without asking either Xiao Jingzhou or Xiao Huan.

"I'll take you back to Yuqing Peak first."

Qiao Wan clenched her sword: "I want to go back to the secret realm."

Lu Bihan glanced at her lightly, and said coldly in an almost indifference, indifference and arrogance: "Go back with me now."

"If this happened, are you still thinking about joining the fellowship?"

Qiao Wan stood still and bowed politely: "Eldest brother, thank you for saving me."

But Fang Lingqing's whereabouts are unknown, she must go back.

After speaking, he stopped looking at Lu Bihan's reaction, turned around and left.

Halfway through, he was suddenly blocked by the Xiao family guards.

The other side showed guilt: "Offended, fellow Daoist Qiao."

As soon as the voice fell, the ultimate move appeared! !

A shot stabbed in the chest!

Already prepared, Qiao Wan took a few steps back, turned her bones into a shield, raised her arms, and resisted the gun abruptly, stepped out with subtle footwork, and ran wildly! !

Xiao Huan really couldn't let her go!

The news that Fang Lingqing was thrown into the secret realm was really just a bait to lure her back to the secret realm!

The Xiao family guards behind him were chasing after him.

Knowing that after stepping in this step, it will be a lot of murder. Without thinking about it, Qiao Wan jumped directly into the teleportation array, and then returned to the secret realm of Asgard!

"Run?" The Xiao family guards who were chasing looked at each other, stopped, and then silently took out the arrow: "In this way, the hunting begins."