Demon Phoenix Evil Emperor: Killer Crazy Concubine

Chapter 22 It Turned Out to be a Devil "The most useless thing about a man is not that he can't beat others, but that he has to pull out his backers after he can't beat others. This kind of man is too wasteful to stay in the world," Jing Yirong dismissed, then continued Turning to Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "The methods you just mentioned are too light, and they don't look like my apprentices at all."

"Then what are you going to do, Master?" Nalan Zhijin asked.

Jing Yirong laughed, "Recite the gate rules once."

"If someone slaps you in the face, you must return the knife." Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin followed their words.

All the spectators couldn't help but let out a long breath, this heroic man was so cruel.

Jing Yirong looked at the two of them, "It seems that you can only memorize but not practice. I will tell you how to deal with this man." After finishing speaking, Jing Yirong suddenly stood up and kicked the man down, and picked up the The bench slammed down hard on the man's feet.

"Ah." The man's tragic roar sounded in the hall of Xiuxiang Pavilion, and everyone looked at the man with cold eyes in horror.

Jing Yirong stepped on the man's leg, looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "The best way is to break his legs, so that he will never be able to lift his feet to kick women."

"Young master, you are doing this to avoid being too vicious. How are you different from this man?" Yang Feng couldn't help but speak.

Jing Yirong turned around, "Who are you?"

"Under Mu Yifeng," Yang Feng raised his hands to show his courtesy. Mu Yifeng was the name he used to keep his identity secret.

"Midget your own business," Jing Yirong squinted at Yang Feng and then looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "Today I will teach you four words, the first sentence: The most noble person in this world is not the prince, but the self-reliant person ;The second sentence: the most despicable is not a woman, but a man who beats a woman. Even if the king beats a helpless prostitute, it is also despicable; the third sentence: in the most shameful situation, only One way out is to live, live and then kill all those who have humiliated you; the fourth sentence: You are nothing."

Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin listened silently. Maybe they don't understand it at all now, but it will be useful to them all their lives.

After hearing Jing Yirong's words, Yang Feng couldn't help but look at her with admiration, but seeing that he didn't care about him at all, and seeing the man hugging his legs and panting, he wanted to speak again.

"Master Mu," Xiao Yan said suddenly, "I advise Mr. Mu not to meddle in other people's business. My master has his own rules for doing things. If you talk too much, I'm afraid I will anger my master and cause trouble that shouldn't be caused."

Xiao Yan felt that Mu Yifeng grabbed the table with her, which also showed that he was a righteous person and didn't want him to cause trouble.

Yang Feng looked at Xiao Yan, and his sincere eyes made him have no intention of refuting. If he heard correctly just now, his surname should be Xiao. He has never seen a man whose eyes are as bright and beautiful as crescent moons.

"Xiao Yan, let's go." Jing Yirong's cold voice interrupted Xiao Yan's and Yang Feng's staring at each other, and suddenly felt that he had lost his composure, and immediately walked towards Jing Yirong.

When Jing Yirong went out, he saw Si Niang, the owner of Xiuxiang Pavilion, and casually threw her a piece of gold, "You are so clever to lend this place out for a while, this is your reward."

"Thank you, young master." Si Niang accepted it with a smile, trying to think about how the world-famous Xiuxiang Pavilion could cause a rude man to make trouble, the only explanation is of course that this Si Niang is smart enough.

Jing Yirong and his party walked out of the Xiuxiang Pavilion in a mighty way, but they felt a gaze behind them. Jing Yirong turned around and looked up to meet Yu Ying's smiling eyes. He was standing on the second floor where they were sitting just now, With one hand behind his back, he smiled lightly, as if he had seen everything that happened just now.As for the one standing behind him was the dancer Zimo who performed on Xinyu's birthday that day.

Looking back, Xiumei couldn't help frowning, what did he mean after watching for so long but didn't show up, not to mention Zi Mo behind him, isn't Zi Mo someone from the prime minister?Why are you standing so close to Yu Yingxuan?

"Master, someone is behind." Xiao Yan interrupted Jing Yirong's thinking with a serious face.

Jing Yirong opened the curtain on the carriage, and indeed a black figure stood on the top of the tree. As the carriage moved forward, his figure kept changing forward, not walking like a light work, but changing directly from the top of a tree to the top of the tree. Another tree top, who can use this illusion without even thinking about it.

Suddenly the figure disappeared, and the horse in front of the carriage suddenly screamed wildly, and the bodies of the several people in the carriage were crooked and their faces were solemn.

The groom gripped the stiff rope vigorously and took all his strength to calm the horse, but when the horse calmed down, he found a dark figure standing in front of the carriage, and called out, "Who are you?"

The black shadow moved in front of the groom the next moment, and was thrown out without waiting for the groom to react.

"Stay inside and don't move, who dares to come out and try." Jing Yirong said in a cold voice, then stepped out of the carriage, looking indifferently at the sinister man in black robe standing in front of him, "I haven't seen you for a while. Thought you were dead."

"Haha," Ye Xieming raised his head and laughed, "Are you worried about me?"

"Pretending to be passionate," Jing Yirong replied coldly.

Ye Xieming suppressed his smile, and his deliberately low voice appeared eerie in the empty official road, "Don't worry, if I die, I will definitely drag you down to be buried with me."

"I'm afraid it's just you dreaming." Jing Yirong retorted bluntly.

"So I'm really curious." As soon as Ye Xieming finished speaking, he attacked Jing Yirong, as fast as a gust of wind.The vigilance in Jing Yirong's body was raised instantly, and he dodged as quickly as possible.

The smile in Ye Xieming's eyes deepened, he pursued Jing Yirong relentlessly, every move was aimed at the door of life, Jing Yirong did not sloppy and cautiously dodged.Ye Xieming's martial arts are definitely superior to his own, but he has long forgotten to type and write by himself.

In the dark night, the cold wind suddenly blew up. In the middle of a forest, two black shadows flickered rapidly. It was impossible to know whether they were playing or fighting, because they were so fast that it was impossible to see their moves. You can only hear the rattling and rattling of the leaves, until the branches are cut off when the leaves are flying.

In the end, Jing Yirong was defeated, traces of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, only the expression of indifference remained on his face.

Ye Xieming pressed Jing Yirong close to the thick tree trunk, while he clung to her tightly, his slender fingers wiped the blood from the corner of Jing Yirong's mouth, and then when he let his mouth go, his bloodthirsty face It made people feel terrified, and murmured deeply, "Your blood is really good."

Jing Yirong looked at each other coldly, "One day I will drink your blood too."

"Haha, I really love you more and more." The corners of Ye Xieming's mouth curled up, and the silver mask shook with the smiling face, saying love in his mouth, but his eyes were like the joy of a hunter when he saw his prey.

Jing Yirong also raised the corners of her lips slowly, "Your appearance makes me also have some interest in this world."

In the charming pupils, there was actually the surprise of facing the prey just like Ye Xieming.

"I like how fierce your interest in me is in your eyes." Ye Xieming slowly caressed Jing Yirong's tied hair with his hands playfully, "but I love your long hair more."

After the words fell, the brocade belt was taken away.The long black hair was scattered like a storm cloth, falling on the shoulders and draping around the waist, against a charming face that seduces all living beings, it only makes people lose their souls and hearts.The wind blew gently, and the long hair was blown up. Ye Xieming stretched out his hand to hold the hair in his hand and held it gently, making people feel no pain.The soft light emitted by the silver mask shone on the hair, reflecting a strange light.

"You are indeed destined to be my woman." Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yirong, and lifted her chin, "You know? I like you now more than you before."

"You know me from before?" Jing Yirong was surprised.

Ye Xieming smiled, "It's so easy for me to come and go from the Imperial Palace of the Underworld, but how difficult it is to just take a look at my woman. But the way you looked before was really disgusting to me, but the beauty is so beautiful. If you are not worthy of being my woman, even if it is my destiny, I will go against the sky once."

"Destined?" Jing Yirong was completely confused, "What do you mean?"

"Even if the woman I don't like is sent to me by God, I will never accept it." Ye Xieming laughed like a devil, "I wanted to give you a ride so that you could leave early, but who would have thought that you would be in great trouble?" The undead survived, you must know that I, Ye Xieming, have never missed a murder, but you are becoming more and more cute now, so cute that I can't put it down."

"You were the one who poisoned me!" Jing Yirong's eyes were cold, and hatred came from the bottom of his heart, "Ye Xieming, you'd better kill him now or I will kill you sooner or later."

Ye Xieming raised his head and laughed, "Haha, I just love your arrogance and viciousness. I should have poisoned you if I knew that resurrection could make you look like this."

"You only make me feel sick." Jing Yirong stared at Ye Xieming, only then did he know that Ye Xieming was a demon.

Ye Xieming suppressed his smile, and said coldly, "Don't use the word disgusting."

"Do you still have words to be afraid of?" Jing Yirong smiled, and said slowly, "You, really, evil, heart."

A murderous air rose from the surroundings, and Ye Xieming suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed Jing Yirong's neck tightly, "If I kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

"No matter how many times you kill me, you're disgusting." Jing Yirong said provocatively, and deliberately slowed down.

"Let Master go." The voices of Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin came from behind, Jing Yirong looked through Ye Xieming's shoulder, Xiao Yan, Nalan Zhenqi, and Nalan Zhijin were all Looking angry, as if they had touched their most precious person, the three of them stood in the cold wind, ready to fight from top to bottom.

Ye Xieming let go of Jing Yirong and turned around, "Just because you three want to save people?"