My Husband Is the Villain

Lin Qingxu had a dream.

In the dream, she seemed to have returned to the human town she visited at night. In a blink of an eye, she was in a crowd of people.

The crowd pushed her forward, and the hustle and bustle rushed into her ears. She bowed her head in a daze, and saw the lantern with the Chilong drawn on her hand.

"Qing'er."

In the daze, a familiar voice was sent to her ear along the traces of the wind.

She looked up in a hurry, and saw the man at the end of the street in a white shirt and with gentle eyebrows.

"Ayan." The joy that spread from her heart quickly dyed her face. She held the lantern and did her best to shuttle through the crowd, trying to reach him quickly.

Her eyes kept falling on him, daring not to deviate in the slightest, she just looked at him so stubbornly, watching the distance between herself and him shorten a little bit.

When he was close to the ground, she could clearly see the appearance of the lantern in his hand, the lifelike Chilong with its four claws open and coiled up, exactly the same as hers.

His palms suddenly became hot.

In the dream, she lowered her head suddenly, and the candle flame in the lantern she was holding in her hand knocked over at some point. Holding the thin pole of the lantern, she climbed up into her palm.

don't want.

She cried in her heart. She waved her arms to try to put out the fire, but unfortunately the flames became more and more intense, and within seconds, it had climbed into a dazzling fireball on her forearm.

At this time, she suddenly realized that she couldn't keep it.

When the fingertips release the dragon moment, the lanterns together with the crowded people on the street are instantly news.

She raised her head again, and at the end of the street corner that she had not reached, the familiar figure had also disappeared.

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At the moment when the dream was broken, Lin Qingxu also woke up from the dream.

She opened her eyes and saw that the room was engulfed in darkness. The light from the window screen was dim, and I could faintly see the sun leaping out of the horizon from the east. The demonic energy that had washed away in the Zhoutian last night was blown away by the wind, and the gloom in one's heart was a hidden worry but it failed to dissipate.

As usual, I went to the sect cafeteria with Zhou Wen. The aunt in charge was not as happy and kind as usual, and there was a heavy worry on her chubby face.

"Yo, every one of the demons deserves a thousand knives. There are so many innocent and good people in the Mushan faction. It's really a sin to die like this." The aunt put two wowotou dishes in front of Lin Qingxu, and she said smoothly. sigh.

Lin Qingxu's heart seemed to be stabbed by someone with a sharp weapon, the wound was not big, but the inside was already dripping with blood.

She looked up at the aunt, her mouth moved, and suddenly she wanted to say something to refute.

But she was patted on the shoulder by the other party's big thick hand, and the aunt said, "You are all good children, don't be afraid." Seeing Lin Qingxu's pale face, she couldn't help comforting and said, "When the demons are coming, the aunt will protect them first. Yours, don't worry, those who do bad things will be punished one day!"

The aunt's eyes were fiery and pure, and when she looked at her with hatred and hatred, Lin Qingxu suddenly felt like a hard rock was choked in her throat, which made her unable to swallow. If she wanted to refute, she could only hold it in her chest, making it difficult to spit it out.

After eating breakfast with the same taste, Lin Qingxu and Zhou Wen said goodbye to the aunt. On the way they met many disciples of the sect, all of them were as preoccupied and listless as they were.

What happened last night, they were equivalent to rubbing shoulders with death. Even so, no one dared to rejoice in such luck.

Danger without warning is the real danger, and the lurking enemy is the most frightening.

The Dusk Mountain faction was quietly wiped out, who knows where the next goal of the Demon Race is?

Lin Qingxu returned to the familiar medicine field, and performed the Rain Transformation Art and Wind Thunder Art for the spiritual plants in a straight-forward manner. He cast the spells to separate the entangled herbs and took care of the spiritual plants that were about to be advanced.

After everything was done, she calmed down and meditated as usual.

At this juncture, no matter how much she thought about it, it was in vain. It was better to put aside distracting thoughts and settle down, keep a good attitude and face all the possibilities that happened next.

At the end of the third small weekday, Lin Qingxu relaxed slightly and was about to run the next weekday when Zhou Wen's voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, why are you still cultivating?" Zhou Wen opened her eyes wide, not believing what she saw.

The fire of the Demon Race is about to burn up, why does Qingqing still have the leisure to meditate and practice?

Lin Qingxu let out a sigh of relief and withdrew his spiritual power, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Zhou Wen trotted to her side, pulled her by the arm and pulled her up, her voice impatient: "A senior brother came to send a message, let all our disciples gather in the disciple hall, the head will arrange follow-up matters, Qingqing, shall we hurry up? "

Lin Qingxu frowned: "Did senior brother have any specific news?"

According to Zhou Wen's character of knowing and breaking the casserole and asking to the end, it should be more than this information.

Sure enough, while Zhou Wen dragged her and hurried out, she lowered her volume and said quickly, "Qingqing, I heard from my senior brother that it wasn't just the Mushan faction who were attacked by the demons last night."

Lin Qingxu's heart skipped a beat, and he heard her say: "There are also Zhuofeng sect adjacent to the East China Sea, the sub-you sect of Nanshu, the Pushu sect in the northern region of Xiuxianjie, and the Mushan sect here, the Demon Race is just right From east, west, north and south, they are besieged from all directions."

"However, the attack of the demons was not successful everywhere. Although the Zhuofeng faction and the Pushu faction in the northern region were suddenly attacked by the demons, because there were elders guarding the sect, although the casualties were heavy, they were also given to those who came to fight. The demons have caused a lot of damage!"

Zhou Wen clenched her fists and spoke with the enemy.

Lin Qingxu's tight brows could not be loosened. She listened blankly, and suddenly asked a silly question: "Is this really what the demons did?"

Zhou Wen thought she was frightened by the sudden change: "Of course it's all the work of the demons. They are simply inhumane. There shouldn't be a race like them in this world." Zhou Wen held her arm tightly. After tensing up, he said, "Evil does not oppose the righteous, Qingqing, don't be afraid, no matter how mad the demons are, they will not be able to resist the choice of God in the end!"

Hearing the words "Tian Dao" suddenly, Lin Qingxu's thoughts were shaken by something.

She pressed her lips tightly, and didn't answer any more, digesting the news she had just received little by little in her heart.

In the disciple hall, thousands of disciples gathered. Lin Qingxu was pulled by Zhou Wen to the position belonging to the disciples of the Herbal Pavilion, and he quietly waited for the head Li Huanying, who was standing at the top, to speak.

The hall was silent and silent, no disciple dared to speak lightly, only the sound of light breathing could be heard in the air.

"Everyone must be aware of the tragic situation of the Mushan faction yesterday." Li Huanying looked at the disciples, his throat tightened, "I and several elders have communicated with the heads of several sects overnight and learned that the demons attacked last night. It's not just the Twilight Mountain faction."

Li Huanying introduced the situation that the other three small sects were attacked last night in cadence. The disciples in the audience were shocked and sighed.

Li Huanying said: "What the Demon Race has done this time is not only against the Musang Sect, but openly declared war with our entire Cultivation Sect!"

"Then we'll fight them!"

One of the disciples in the crowd roared loudly, and everyone's emotions were aroused, and they all waved their fists and shouted loudly that they wanted to duel with the demons.

Li Huanying, who was standing on the stage, had a cold face, but in her heart she was almost crying because of the ignorance and fearlessness of her disciples.

"Cough." He coughed twice.

The person whose reason was overturned by the impulse immediately quieted down.

"We are not afraid of death, but there is no need to bear unnecessary sacrifices." After saying a simple sentence, a bucket of ice was poured into the brain of the young disciple who had just been beaten with chicken blood, and he was completely silent.

Li Huanying looked at the immature faces under the stage, and suddenly there was more support in his heart. He said: "Since the demons want to be enemies in our immortal world, we can't be slaughtered by others, we have to make a decision. This morning I I have received the decision after consultation from the three major sects. My Qishan sect continues to live in this corner and can only be slaughtered by the demons. The disciples of the sect need to pack up quickly in the past two days. The day after tomorrow, we will move the sect to one of the three major sects. Chengxianzong."

After the headmaster finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

After a while, a disciple spoke in a low voice: "Master, moving to the Inheritance Sect, does it mean that our Qishan faction will cease to exist?"

The Chengxian Sect, the Xuanqian Sect, and the Mo Zhu Sect are the three most powerful sects in the Xiu Xian world. Many disciples may have had the idea of ​​entering the three major sects after improving their strength.

It is one thing to enter the three major factions with glory, but it is another thing to enter the Inheritance Sect in such a forced way.

Immortal cultivators focus on the foundation and step-by-step into the field to grow, and gain for nothing, which is contrary to their xinxing.

Li Huanying looked in the direction of the disciple's words, his eyes were firm and calm, and his body was as straight as a lighthouse standing on the sea. We entered the Inheritance Sect, and only stood side by side with the entire world of immortality and defended against the demons together."

"Yes, let's fight against the demons together, defend against the demons!!"

The words startled thousands of waves, and the emotions of all the disciples in the audience lingered for a long time. Rao is Lin Qingxu who was in it, and he was not consciously affected by this atmosphere.

She looked at Zhou Wen who was following the impassioned shouts of the crowd, her eyelashes trembling, and finally she slowly lowered her eyes.

When it was decided to move to the Chengxian Sect, the gloomy atmosphere in the sect was swept away, and the disciples were all busy, packing up and ordering, and all useful things that could be taken away were packed away.

The disciples of the medicinal herb pavilion carried the pill furnace and loaded the medicinal pills; the disciples who cultivated magic organized their belongings and put on the magic tools; and Lin Qingxu and others of the medicinal herb pavilion had an arduous task. Pack up and leave alive.

By the evening of the second day, Lin Qingxu, who had tossed in the spiritual field for two consecutive days, finally dug out the last fourth-order vine with the roots intact and connected to the surrounding spiritual soil.

She wiped off the fine sweat on her forehead, just breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to cover it with a protective barrier, but Qi Genteng suddenly acted as a demon!

As a mad fighter, Siegenteng Chad left the vast spiritual field where it was warmed and nurtured, and very unhappily, a dense root flew out.

Hey, it plunges down happily, showing the true meaning of not doing nothing with actions!

"Snapped!"

A loud slap slapped its strength.

Lin Qingxu reluctantly stuffed back the last root of Qigenteng that fell in the air. She looked at Qigenteng, who was drooping with large blue leaves, begging for comfort and touching, and smiled.

Moving his fingers, Lin Qingxu used his spiritual power to gently touch the tip of its blade.

Shigenteng's leaves shook, and it rose from the ground. While regaining its strength, it regained the arrogance of a mad fighter - it was going to return to the earth!

"Boom!" The branches and roots hit the invisible barrier.

Lin Qingxu, who took back the hand that set the barrier, sneered.

On the last night of staying at Qishan School, Lin Qingxu thought she would not be able to sleep, but with the recent events circulating in her mind, she gradually became sleepy.

She closed her eyes and slowly sank into the dream.

As soon as I fell asleep, there was a faint knock on the door.

She returned her consciousness step by step, slowly opened her eyes, and heard Zhou Wen's probing voice outside the door.

"Qingqing? Are you asleep?"

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