Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 691 Senior Brother He Wants to Force Me to Jump off a Cliff 12
...that's not okay.

If you do something wrong, you should be punished instead of being sent to reincarnation painlessly in a coma.

And she crushed his flower...Of course she should pay him back.

Wu Jiangye's eyes moved slightly, feeling that there was nothing wrong with the logic.

Sanlu was tense all over, hiding beside him to observe secretly.

However, before it could figure out how to persuade Wu Jiangye to keep that person alive, the leader of the Demon Cult suddenly let go of his hand thoughtfully, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared instantly.

Sanliu: "...=-=" Good luck.

Under the complicated gaze of his own monster, Wu Jiangye walked back to Bai Ling's side slowly, looking at her with lowered eyelashes.

After his eyes touched the blood and mud all over her body, the man's exquisite and demonic face showed undisguised disgust.

It's so dirty, maybe it's better to die here.

But even though I thought so in my heart, those murderous hands just twisted the formula, and the ice water condensed out of thin air, splashing on the woman's face, washing away the blood stains.

The magic weapon used for disguise couldn't withstand the scour of the chaotic air, and it lost its effectiveness as early as in mid-air, revealing her original soft and delicate face - not much worse than the flower just now.

This clean appearance is quite different from the beauties dangling around in the Demon Cult.

The leader who loves the new and dislikes the old quickly forgot about Xiao Hua just now.

He took out the folding fan from his sleeve, lifted the unconscious man's chin lightly, looked at it for a moment, was satisfied, most of the anger in his heart dissipated, and felt that this time it was not too bad.

Moreover, this woman was dressed uprightly, but he liked the aura on her body, he just wanted to tie a chain to his side so that she could not go anywhere except around him.

Her face was washed clean, but her body was still covered in blood.

Wu Jiangye turned his head and glanced, his brows furrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to wash her body clean.

However, just by moving her hand, the woman who was unconscious on the ground just happened to have her eyelashes trembling, and slowly opened her eyes.

Wu Jiangye couldn't help but paused, stopped what he was doing, and looked down at her quietly.

Due to the frequent intrusion of the chaotic atmosphere above, there are few people on weekdays, so Bai Ling never expected that when she opened her eyes, there would be a figure in front of her eyes.

She frowned, and raised her head to stay away from this person, but her body had just been washed by the air of chaos, so it didn't take much effort.

Fortunately, her consciousness was not affected, so she resolutely separated a ray of consciousness, gushed out under the cover of weak spiritual power, and stabbed at the man's brain.

But just approaching the opponent's Sea of ​​Consciousness, and before she had time to attack, the extremely familiar feeling made Bai Ling startled suddenly. She stopped and looked at Wu Jiangye intently, with a trace of surprise in her eyes.

Although people on this plane can vaguely perceive the existence of divine consciousness, they do not have the concept of actively cultivating divine consciousness.

However, Wu Jiangye noticed Bai Linggang's vigilance and rejection after opening his eyes.

He flicked away the weak spiritual power casually, frowned in displeasure, his tone became a little dangerous, and said slowly with a sense of oppression, "Taoxiu?"

Spiritual power and demonic energy are incompatible with each other, Taoist cultivators and their demonic cultivators are also natural enemies.

...Thousands of years ago, Wu Jiangye would kill Daoxiu one at a time, but he didn't expect that after a few days of leaving the customs, he would pick up a species that he was most unaccustomed to.

His eyes were dim, and a ray of red flashed across his eyes. The delicate bone fan pressed against the opponent's neck, and slid down inch by inch, and finally stopped on the fragile throat.

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　　Wu Jiangye: The hero?If it does not exist, this seat of this plane is the hero.

　　666: ...secret observation

　　
　
(End of this chapter)