After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

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

Ma Huaizhen looked at Qiao Wan steadily, he was waiting for Qiao Wan to give him a reply.

In the ice field, only the sound of the gust of wind whistling can be heard.

The wind blew Ma Huaizhen's sleeves. His dark eyes, without blinking, stared at Qiao Wan's reaction.

It was clear that the girl's figure swayed violently, and blood oozes from biting her lower lip.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like a hundred years have passed.

Qiao Wan raised her eyes, her eyes were red bloodshot.

She knelt down, silently pulled out the sword on her waist, and made a blood oath in front of everyone.

"I promise."

"I promise that I will never take action when I see Su Buhuo being killed on the spot when there is nothing I can do."

"I promise."

"I promised to kill myself when I fell into the enemy's net."

"Breaking this oath," the girl drew out her sword and made a deep hole in her palm, clenched her palms under the shocking gaze of everyone on the icefield, and said firmly, "Su Buhuo and I are both The spirit and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no transcendence in eternity.”

Before he finished speaking, there was silence all around, and only the crowded cold fire shuddered in the cold wind.

The blood in the palm slipped down, condensed into a drop, was blown by the wind, quickly froze, fell to the ground, and smashed to pieces.

At that moment, in front of the Cultivation Alliance, this tenacious girl took the initiative to make a blood oath. At that moment, the cold old monsters of various sects who were used to seeing all kinds of miserable and moving pictures turned her head unbearably.

Everyone looked at the smashed blood beads on the ground, but the shock in their hearts could not calm down for a long time.

Joe late, won the hearts of the people.

...

There are too few reinforcements available.

The lights in the tent stayed on until dawn. Ma Huaizhen put a scroll of jade slips in front of him, and his face was obscured by the lights.

The man raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows a little tiredly.

There are thousands of sects in the world, but less than a hundred are willing to join the war at this time of crisis.

As for the one from the demon clan, to this day, even if the other side doesn't say anything, Ma Huaizhen probably understands the other side's meaning.

The Demon Emperor Jiaying may have already stood on the side of the Demon Realm.

After all, whether the monk wins or the devil wins, it doesn't make much difference to the demon clan. A Qiao Wan and a weak friendship obviously cannot affect the decision of the master of all demons.

Staring at the lamp in front of him, Ma Huaizhen was speechless.

Now, the only thing that can really come in handy is the Ao family's army.

...

"You said... Ao Yi has decided to form an alliance with Moyu?!!"

Cangwuzhou, thousands of miles away.

In front of a thin cultivator, suddenly stood up and looked at his "head" in disbelief.

Mu Xiaoxiao's hands were cut behind her back, her long eyelashes drooped, casting light shadows on her eyelids, and her lips that were as plump as petals glowed with a touching and ambiguous luster.

The leading cultivator glanced at the thin cultivator angrily: "What are you saying?"

"If I were Ao Yi, I would also choose Demon Domain."

Mu Xiaoxiao's heart moved slightly, obviously he didn't expect that he could hear such secrets all the way.

In this chaotic world, it is not easy to start from Baoyi Prefecture and rush to the southern battlefield, especially when the dantian is broken and there is no self-protection ability, but the appearance is too delicate and ostentatious.

Along the way, she was caught by the group of monks in front of her as soon as she stepped out of the boundaries of Baoyi Mansion.

Although the Ao clan is a dragon clan, there are few dragon clan members, and there are many shrimp soldiers and crab generals under their hands, and the human clan cultivators work for them.

The few in front of them are the Ao family army.

Under the background of this changing situation, everyone is trying their best to survive, trying to find their own place to live in the turmoil.

The cultivators in front of them did the same, stretched out their hands and pointed on the ground, and the leading cultivator exhaled a smoke ring.

"Ao Yi killed his father, and accidentally killed Zhu Enqiu, the messenger of the Cultivation Alliance."

"He couldn't understand Xie Xingzhi's mind, of course he was afraid."

The leading cultivator smiled seriously: "As early as when he went to Xie Xingzhi to ask for forgiveness, he secretly sent someone to the Demon Realm and asked Mei Kangping to help drive Xie Xingzhi and others out of the South China Sea."

"Who doesn't know, this Ao family is actually doing two-way business, wandering between the Cultivation Alliance and the Demon Realm."

"Then..." The skinny cultivator asked hesitantly, "Then what is the recent gathering to go to the Demon Domain?"

The Ao Clan has been busy gathering these few days. Hundreds of dragons have stirred up the waves, and the fishermen living by the sea can see the white dragons leaping and roaring among the waves with just a glance.

"What else can I do?" The leading monk sneered, "Mei Kangping, this cunning and cunning thing, probably wants to stab the Cultivation Alliance with the hands of the Ao family."

The so-called taking advantage of your illness to kill you is nothing more than that.

Perhaps Mu Xiaoxiao's delicate and soft appearance was too intimidating. When these monks chatted and decided on the next direction, they did not avoid her at all.

Looking at the bonfire in front of him, Mu Xiaoxiao looked a little dazed.

The entire northern border has collapsed... the decisive battle is imminent...

Everyone is fighting.

She bit her lower lip, and suddenly there was a sense of unwillingness. This unwillingness became stronger when she heard familiar names such as "Ma Huaizhen" and "Zhou Yan".

Master, Hall Master Ma, those familiar or unfamiliar brothers and sisters are now on the front line, but she is trapped here.

On the way from Baoyi House to this place, she met many people like Wang Erya.

No matter how stupid you are and how few things you have in your mind, you will inevitably be infected by this tragic atmosphere and grow a lot after this journey.

Her unwillingness is that Qiao Wan, Xie Xingzhi, Meng Canglang... Before she knew it, Qiao Wan was already on a par with these people, but what about her, what did she do?

Mu Xiaoxiao dazedly lowered her eyelashes, biting her lower lip almost to the point of bleeding.

She was in the Demon Realm, praying for Pei Chunzheng's mercy, she... She was her noble concubine in the Demon Realm, and in those demon eyes, she only became a joke in her head.

How could she be a joke?

Others thought she was soft, sweet and good-natured, but she was the only one who knew in her heart that she was not. She was so strong and self-respecting that she didn't want to lose to others, but she couldn't take off the mask after wearing it for a long time.

Her ridiculousness made Wang Erya die in her arms.

No wonder Ma Huaizhen looked down on her, and no wonder Ma Huaizhen looked down on her.

The girl sat quietly with her eyes down. Even if she didn't speak or say anything, she was still as gentle and sweet as a canary living in a cage.

Tu Yiming was stunned for a moment. To be honest, when he caught a glimpse of Mu Xiaoxiao, he almost thought he was wrong.

In this world, there is actually such a silly white sweet who walks and dances outside.

Seemingly aware of his sight, the girl raised her head, the black hair on her cheek slipped, revealing a pitiful face.

Tu Yiming's throat couldn't help rolling twice.

The skinny cultivator's eyes also fell on Mu Xiaoxiao, "This, what should I do?"

It is inconvenient to carry.

Rape and then kill?

This thought flashed through Tu Yiming's mind, and a sharp look quickly flashed across the man's eyes, eager and murderous.

He had been holding back in this world for too long, but the girl's ragged clothes and her fair and clean skin aroused his desire for **** and sadism.

Tu Yiming raised his lips and smiled, took out a knife from his sleeve and threw it back and forth.

With a knife, he cut off the hemp rope that bound Mu Xiaoxiao, and looked at the weak beauty in front of him with interest, and there were tears in the beauty's eyes.

"Please...let me go."

If it was left in the past, this kind of beauty would definitely not have his share of enjoyment. Good food should be eaten slowly.

He didn't plan to put on his pants right away, how boring it would be.

Withdrew the knife, turned his wrist, and stuck it on the ground. Tu Yiming stared at Mu Xiaoxiao, and the more he saw the tyrannical desire in his heart, the more he kept going.

With a slight movement in his heart, he opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Let you go? How can there be such a good thing?"

She looks pretty and she's pretty, but it's a pity she's stupid.

"Let's do it." After adjusting his posture in a leisurely manner, Tu Yiming looked at Mu Xiaoxiao and said with a smile, "How about playing a game with me?"

"The wager is to let you go."

Knowing that there was no hope of escape, the girl finally couldn't help but sobbed softly.

Mu Xiaoxiao opened her hazy eyes, sniffled, and calmed down for a while: "What... what game, how did you play it?"

The girl's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, softly, with a little grievance. Seeing Tu Yiming's heart fluttering slightly, she couldn't help but react.

Fortunately, he immediately held back and said with a smile, "That's it, draw lots."

"There are two in total, one to go, one to stay, which one is caught, what do you think?"

He likes to see hope and the joy of destroying it with his own hands. After rolling and crawling on this battlefield for so many years, if he doesn't find some fun, he may one day cut himself with a knife.

So, as it should be, Tu Yiming has changed.

Although what he said was nice, Tu Yiming knew clearly in his heart, what to leave and stay, he would only write two words "stay" for this little beauty to catch.

The girl in front of her really didn't believe it, and she refused to give up her hope of life.

Mu Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, then squeezed the hem of her clothes, as if she could feel at ease only by holding something in her hand.

12345, there are a total of 5 people in front of her, 2 in the front, 2 in the back, and 1 on the left and right, surrounded by a circle.

The most common, but also the most difficult to break through, she has no other way but to bet with this person.

"I don't agree, unless you sign... a blood contract."

Tu Yiming wasn't annoyed at all, on the contrary, he thought it was more interesting, the kind that didn't resist, tasteless.

"Okay, then you say."

Mu Xiaoxiao thought for a while, then summoned up the courage to raise his eyes: "If I choose one and leave the 'stay', you will not only let me go, but also keep your own cultivation."

Tu Yiming was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that this little beauty was so greedy and wanted to take a big bet on their cultivation. But when his eyes fell on Mu Xiaoxiao's broken dantian, it became clear again.

In this way, he found it more interesting, and smiled: "Okay, then I also have a request."

"Then if you choose the wrong little beauty, you will have to let me grab your limbs and cut off your flesh piece by piece."

This sentence Tu Yiming deliberately slowed down the speed of his speech, just to see Mu Xiaoxiao's terrified expression, as expected, the girl in front of him turned pale with a "swipe".

Sign a blood contract, and if you violate it, your soul will be destroyed.

Tu Yiming smiled happily and instructed the skinny cultivator to make arrangements.

The thin cultivator gave a "tsk" and glanced at Mu Xiaoxiao with a little sympathy.

What is he... sympathizing with?

Mu Xiaoxiao thought suspiciously.

Sympathy for her predetermined fate? Casting lots, there is a half-to-half probability, why is this skinny cultivator so determined, with pity and sympathy in his eyes.

When the two paper **** were presented, Tu Yiming hugged his chest and smiled: "Come on, choose one."

Under the firelight, these two paper **** represented her two completely different destinies.

Mu Xiaoxiao lowered her wet eyelashes, stretched out her hand, hesitated in mid-air, and then, under everyone's eyes, picked up a piece of paper and threw it directly into the bonfire! !

"I made a choice, and it burned." The girl raised her eyelashes and smiled softly and sweetly.

Reaching out to her remaining note: "I'll bet the rest is 'stay'."

In an instant, Tu Yiming's face changed drastically! !

The next second I immediately realized that I was being played! ! Played by this little girl! !

This little girl played word games with him.

[If I choose one and leave 'stay']

From beginning to end, she never said that she would choose to "go"! !

The girl smiled softly, and stood up slowly from the shadows, her long black and supple hair fell behind her waist, and when the wind blew it, it turned out to be like a braid of a flamboyant snake demon.

"The blood contract has been formed. If you don't leave your cultivation to me, your soul will be destroyed."

Mu Xiaoxiao touched the knife stuck on the ground in a trance, raised his face, and smiled sweetly.

Her dantian was shattered, and even if she had a cultivation base, she wouldn't be able to survive for too long.

But yes, it's better than nothing.

Compared to "destroy all souls", Tu Yiming wanted his life even more. His face was blue and white, and he stared at Mu Xiaoxiao as if he was about to pounce on him and take a piece of meat down.

The girl blinked her wet eyelashes, her lips were as delicate as roses, and her expression was innocent.

The girls, like banshees, incorporated their cultivation into their dantian.

The moment the teleportation ended, Tu Yiming raised his eyes, but suddenly bumped into Mu Xiaoxiao and showed a sweet smile. The wine vortex on his cheek seemed to be filled with delicious wine under the light of the fire.

Tu Yiming only felt a chill in his neck, and his eyes darkened.

Immediately after, he was cut into more than 3,000 pieces by the sword formation transformed by his spiritual power. Together with the four strikers beside him, there were five people in total, more than 15,000 pieces.

Mu Xiaoxiao's body was soaked with blood, strands of jet-black hair stuck to the side of the snow-white cheeks, and the girl stared at the rising, crystal-clear human flesh, like an untimely snow.

It's over, Mu Xiaoxiao told himself.

She could move on again.

Thinking of the message Tu Yiming left before, Mu Xiaoxiao tightened the cuff of the knife in his hand, and walked towards the southern battlefield without looking back.

She had to get this message to the front.

For Wang Erya, for the master in the north, for the big brother, for herself? Or for the various people she saw along the way?

Mu Xiaoxiao hesitated and wiped away the blood in front of him little by little.

Along the way, I saw that she was a monk, and I heard that she was going to the front line. Many ordinary people took the initiative to stuff some food into her, just half a cake, a cake, or a pot of water.

Holding the dirty half cake in his hand, Mu Xiaoxiao's tears immediately fell.

She is indeed not a good person, she is jealous, and always makes some bad tricks. She knows how to betray her pity just right and win other people's attention on Qiao Wan.

But she does cry and is squeamish.

But now, Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly understood where the gap between her and Qiao Wan was.

Along the way, I have seen so many life and death, and so many human tragedies. After a few years, only 10 simple words are left in the history books.

In a certain year in XX, there was a severe drought, and people ate each other.

In this kind of environment, if she still thinks about Qiao Wan, if she still thinks about competing for favor, and if she thinks about the eyes of men, she is really helpless.

She also wanted to do something.

Mu Xiaoxiao took a bite of the pancake and swallowed it whole.

The people in front of them said with concern: "Is the little girl going to the front line?"

"It's too dangerous ahead, or go with us."

"How long is this fight going to be?"

The pancake was very hard, and Mu Xiaoxiao had to swallow hard to swallow it. She wiped her tears indiscriminately.

Along the way, Fengfan sleeps in the open, and she has no time to take care of herself.

The only belief that supports her going forward is to hurry up, hurry up and spread the news to the front line, hurry up and find Wang Erya's eldest brother, Wang Yutian.

If they don't hurry up, they will lose and Wang Yutian will die.

Master, Big Brother, they will all die.

Along the way, she could only walk on two legs, there was no entertainment, and she could only turn a few thoughts over and over in her mind.

Mu Xiaoxiao inevitably thought of Qiao Wan, and finally understood the gap between her and Qiao Wan.

The difference between her and Qiao Wan is that Qiao Wan came out of the war and blood. She has a courage and executive power similar to Ma Huaizhen. Even in this adversity, she can adapt very well. You can also gather other lost monks and make a big vote.

And she, she can't.

Qiao Wan had no one to protect her, so she could only grow out of the war by herself, trying to get up even if her bones were broken.

When Mu Xiaoxiao felt that she couldn't hold it anymore, she thought of Qiao Wan.

What she got came from Zhou Yan, from Lu Bihan, and from the protection of others, much later than Qiao.

It turned out that without Zhou Yan's protection, the girl in pink clothes had survived like this.

At this point, she couldn't do worse than Qiao Wan.

The cultivation base in her dantian was quickly used up, and without the support of her cultivation base, she became an ordinary mortal again.

Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't tell what she was thinking, but there was a belief that supported her all the way.

The morning light was faint, the sky was still dark, and a dim line of golden-red light appeared in the sky, illuminating the faces of the people beside the mound blurred.

The dry thorns lie on the ground, shivering from the wind. The night is in a time of fading and not fading, and the sky is in an ambiguous time when it will be bright or not.

The girl raised her head, the drop of water slid down the slender neck into the shoulder socket, and she drank the last drop of water.

The southern battlefield is still a hundred miles away.

On the north side, everything is ready.

In front of the map, Venerable Miaofa was discussing with Ma Huaizhen and others about the marching route to enter the Demon Territory in three days.

After the meeting, Ma Huaizhen asked Qiao Wan, are you afraid?

Qiao Wan shook her head, the wound in her palm had scabbed over, and she clenched it a little.

Ma Huaizhen pondered for half a second: "The evacuation requires the help of the Ao family's army. When the time comes, Ao Yi will send someone here, you can hand over to them."

Without the cultivation base, Mu Xiaoxiao could only walk over step by step.

But time waits for no one, she is running out of time, and it will not be long before the Cultivation Alliance led by Ma Huaizhen will enter the Demon Realm, and at that time, the Ao Jiabing will turn against the water at a critical moment.

The sky gradually got brighter, the carrion by the road was tanned by the sun, giving off a foul smell, and countless maggots of white flowers gathered in the chest cavity of the corpse.

If it was in the past, the rice on both sides of this road should have grown flush, and the young seedlings would be brushed obliquely by swallows, and there were rhododendrons calling in the green hills in the distance.

There was an old man who was driving a cow, smiling and swinging a whip, walking in the paddy field, singing loudly accompanied by the moo of the cow.

Singing about apricot blossoms, peach blossoms, and mulberry leaves.

Mu Xiaoxiao licked the corners of her dry lips, and continued to move forward staggeringly. The sun dangled brightly on her head, making her dizzy, and she would fall to the ground in the next second.

She couldn't walk anymore, and the delicate soles of her feet were rubbed out with countless blisters, which were broken and long, and pus and blood stuck in the shoes.

At first, she was quite fast, but later, she could only walk reluctantly, and then Mu Xiaoxiao could only crawl on the ground.

She felt that she had never been so embarrassed in her life. Her skirt was dragged on the ground in tatters, and she was scratched by thorns and stones. She was just like tattered cloth strips, and her white legs were all crawling on the ground. It was blood that came out, and ten fingers were all rotten because they were crawling on the ground.

A female voice came from the passing sedan chair, like an oriole coming out of the valley. The pampered girl opened the curtains of the car and caught a glimpse of the "beggar" crawling on the ground with difficulty. She suddenly felt a little sympathetic and told the servant to lose some white-faced steamed buns. down.

"Well, for you."

Looking at the steamed bun on the ground, Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment.

Kunshan's little junior sister, Zhou Yan's apprentice, had never been so embarrassed, but silently picked up the steamed buns on the ground, shoved them into his arms, and continued to climb forward.

Finally, she finally heard some waves and saw the coastline in the distance.

Mu Xiaoxiao was woken up by someone, and the other party kicked her body very rudely and poked her with a stick.

Seeing that the other party was dressed as a monk, Mu Xiaoxiao was shocked, and immediately reached out and grabbed it, but was kicked to the ground again.

The male monk snorted impatiently: "Be honest!! Asking you! What are you doing here?!"

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and opened his dry and cracked mouth, trying to speak, but his throat was on fire, but he couldn't say a word.

The cultivator thought for a moment, then impatiently took off a water bladder and threw it in front of her.

Looking at this mortal who can barely tell that the gender is female, like a dog seeing a bone, he hugged the water bag tightly, and gulped it in, because he drank too quickly, tears and saliva all flowed down his jaw. down.

Mu Xiaoxiao covered his throat, coughed a few times, and said in a hoarse voice, "I...I want to see your coach."

"Xie Xingzhi, Chen Xuanling, anyone will do."

"I have something to say to your manager."

She climbed thousands of miles just to deliver a message.

This information reached Chen Xuanling's ears, and then quickly reached the ears of Ma Huaizhen, who was far away in the north.

Xie Xingzhi was standing in front of the photo ball on one side, and Ma Huaizhen was standing on the other side.

"It's too late." Ma Huaizhen looked at Xie Xingzhi on the other side of the photo ball in a deep voice, made a "stop" gesture, and said, "It's too late to change the previously set deployment in these two days."

The plan to enter the Demon Realm has already been arranged for people and things. If any link goes wrong, Qiao Wan and Meng Guangze will die in Demon Realm.

That day, Qiao Wan swore an oath in front of everyone, not only shocked the disciples of various sects, but also shocked him, and shocked a lot of old monsters.

Not even withdrawing troops, they have been preparing for the past few days on the basis that the reinforcements from the Ao family will come.

As soon as the army withdraws, there is no Ao family's dragon to carry, and Qiao Wan and the others will not be able to leave the Demon Realm.

Could it be that we can only watch Qiao Wan and the others die in Demon Domain?

Xie Xing stopped talking.

"There is another way." Venerable Miaofa, who was side by side with Ma Huaizhen, who had been dispatching all parties, always frowned and turned to look at Ma Huaizhen and Xie Xingzhi.

"What way?" Xie Xingzhi asked.

Ma Huaizhen raised his eyes, and the silent Buddha answered directly on his face. When he opened his mouth, his words were low and decisive, ruthless and stern: "Instigate that little white dragon to kill his eldest brother and take the throne."

Xie Xingzhi was taken aback.