The villain, she is a squeamish

Chapter 42 The Palace Master's Favorite Pet
"System, what is the strategy value?"

"It's four o'clock."

Only then did Ning Xiaoyue feel relieved. Fortunately, despite such a big farce, the strategy value still increased.

It's just that now that he's been brought to the Holy Cult of the Netherworld, how can he complete the task in the future!
"What's wrong with Xiaoyue, why is she looking at me like this!" The man smiled charmingly, and his eyes were full of infinite charm.

It's just that she chose to ignore it completely, this Jun Wuxie is just like a fox...

"Then what, is what you said before true? What have we already done?"

"What have we already done?"

He's still pretending to be garlic for her!He obviously said those shameless things in front of everyone!
She only felt that there seemed to be a burst of anger in her heart, so she walked over directly, raised her powder fist and hit it.

Because the speed was so fast, before Jun Wuxie could react at all, Junmei's face had already been punched, and soon turned red.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes were as if he wanted to eat people, his face was sullen, "Who gave you the courage!"

No one in this world dares to beat him!A mere medicine man dared to attack him!

"Uh... don't cry!"

Before he could get angry, the girl in front of him had tears streaming down her face, and there were still some teardrops on her long eyelashes, and her cherry lips, which were always smiling, drooped at this moment.

Ning Xiaoyue said with some sobs: "I didn't do it on purpose... But, but, the hand just hits uncontrollably."

That Yingying gaze was full of hope, as if he had been wronged so much.

Originally, he planned to punish her well, but now Jun Wuxie didn't have that mood anymore.

What made him feel very strange was that if it was other women who were crying, he would definitely feel annoyed, but for her...

"It's good to rest, the hall will come to see you in a few days!"

After saying this, he quickly disappeared into the room.

After several days, as if nothing had happened, Ning Xiaoyue started her life like a rice bug again.

As for what happened to the Zongshan faction, no one told her, as if everything was cut off from her.

"It's so boring!" Ning Xiaoyue, who was lying on the bed, looked at the bed curtain a little listlessly.

The next moment, she appeared in the garden, looking at the bright flowers all over the garden, her mood improved a bit.

It's just that the little maid who took care of her before did not know where she went, and she hasn't seen her since she came back to the Nether Sacred Church.

"Miss Ning is back again. It seems that the Zongshan sect really can't keep people."

A very hearty voice sounded, and Ning Xiaoyue raised her head to look. Standing in front of her was Wei Limo, whom she hadn't seen for many days!
He is still dressed in the elegant manner, wearing a plain white gown, holding a bone fan with pictures of mountains and flowing water.

If it wasn't for what she saw him do before, she might really think that this man is a good person...

It's better not to provoke such a person. Thinking of this, she quickly turned around and prepared to go back.

But Wei Limo's voice came from behind, very gentle, like the spring breeze in March, "Don't Miss Ning want to know how the Zongshan School is doing now?"

Ning Xiaoyue stopped her feet, her eyes were unclear, but she smiled like a flower in the next moment, with a light smile on the corner of her mouth, she said softly, "Will you tell me?"

"of course can."

Wei Limo took a few steps forward, waving his fan in his hand, which seemed to be a bit of a scholar, "Since the battle a few days ago, the Zongshan faction has survived in name only. Although Situ's martial arts are good, it is absolutely It was no match for our three major envoys, so they died on the spot!"

It is obviously the most indifferent tone, but the discussion is about human life and death, as if another life is worthless.

"Then... what about Si Tingxuan?"

"He's fine, but he probably suffered some serious injuries."

Fortunately... as long as the person is fine, Ning Xiaoyue felt relieved. If something happened to her, she would definitely feel guilty!

Zongshan faction.

In the ancestral hall, the man in filial piety looked stern, without any expression on his face, just staring at the memorial tablet in a daze.

And the other people beside him all looked sad, weeping softly from time to time.

Xue Feishuang walked over with some distress, and said in an extremely soft tone: "Young master, let's eat first, you haven't eaten for three days, your body may not be able to bear it."

"Sister, I'm fine."

Si Tingxuan lowered his head slightly, showing a gentle smile, and his eyes were like crescent moons.

It's just that for him like this, in Xue Feishuang's eyes, he feels even more distressed. He has been like this since he was a child, no matter how big the matter is, he will always hold it in his heart.

And all of this...if it wasn't for that woman, it would never have happened!
Si Tingxuan took a deep look at the memorial tablet, there was an unreal thick fog in his eyes, but it exuded a trace of murderous aura.

The hatred of killing one's father, the hatred of seizing one's wife!No matter what it is, he will never let go of the Holy Cult of the Netherworld... Jun Wuxie!

"Now that the suzerain is gone, it's time to elect a new suzerain!" Suddenly, an elderly person said from the crowd.

"Of course I choose the young master!"

"Yes, yes! The young master's martial arts are superb, and he has already made a lot of contributions at a young age!"

"I support the young master!"

……

There were waves of support, and Si Tingxuan looked at them with a stern expression, "Thank you for your trust."

"I object! The young master is still young and vigorous, otherwise, how could he have lured wolves into the house and caused my Zongshan faction to suffer this calamity!"

A man in black clothes stood up and said angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent for a while, and what he said was not unreasonable!
If it wasn't for that Ning Xiaoyue, how could they have let down their vigilance and let the Nether Sect take advantage of it!

"You mean, against me?" Si Tingxuan walked over, his words were very gentle.

"That's right, you are not worthy of... um!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a very sharp knife pierced directly into his chest.

In an instant, the blood stained his clothes red, but he lost his breath after a while.

Looking at the man on the ground, a trace of disgust flashed in Si Tingxuan's eyes, "Everyone, is there anyone who is not convinced? Everyone can raise it."

(End of this chapter)