I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Today, Feng Xiaoliu, unfortunately, encountered two peerless evildoers who had insight into the hearts of the people and the end of life.

The two predicted that Feng Xiaoliu would threaten Zhang Heng's life with the life of the purple-clothed girl, forcing Zhang Heng to lay down his Yuan soldiers and other things, so that Zhang Heng would be arrested and completely lost.

And Zhang Heng himself cannot refuse.

So the two talented people a moment in advance, before Feng Xiaoliu spoke, they thought of a way, a way to make the Feng Xiaoliu plan difficult to proceed, and prevent this from happening.

Of course the two could not communicate and confirm their own methods in front of Feng Xiaoliu.

But the so-called heroes saw the same thing. The two had only a slight conversation, and they had already determined the other's thoughts, which were exactly the same as their own plans.

Time is rushed, and the two have no careful plan at all. What they roughly thought was that as long as the two conflicted, they would become a hostile relationship.

Then Feng Xiaoliu naturally had no choice but to threaten Zhang Heng to surrender Yuan Bing under the threat of the purple-clothed girl, and surrendered.

With this as the goal, the two immediately started a dialogue.

Halfway through what the purple-clothed girl said, she suddenly stopped speaking. Zhang Heng couldn't help but cried out that the other party couldn't make up anymore. It wouldn't be great if it was revealed. After all, Feng Xiaoliu is not one of those gates in the academy. In the ivory tower, there are people who have not experienced severe beatings in the society, and do not know the people who are warm and cold, and the world is cold.

The plan of the two was not thorough. Now it was because of the rush of the incident that Lin Feng Xiaoliu was not suspected. As long as Xiaoliu Feng was given a little time to think about it, he would surely be able to discover the flaws and loopholes in the crude plan of the two.

Therefore, the core of this plan is to make soldiers fast and to reverse the situation before Feng Xiaoliu thinks about everything.

Otherwise, all previous efforts will be lost.

The purple-clothed girl died only once.

The purple-clothed girl didn't speak, and Zhang Heng had to go on by herself, and could not let the plan be interrupted: "Why didn't you speak anymore?"

"You won't forget it?"

"In last winter, my parents couldn't stand the ice, snow and cold wind, and both passed away. You actually threatened me with both of them?"

"And my sister, she was your personal maid."

"But just a month ago, the housekeeper of the family suddenly came to tell me that my sister was missing."

"You said, where did you hide her? What did you do to her!"

"If you don't make it clear today, huh, I will fight to death, and I will never forgive you!"

Feng Xiaoliu saw that the two were filled with righteous indignation, and the anger grew stronger and stronger, making him want to come forward and persuade him, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

At this moment, the purple-clothed girl heard Zhang Heng's words, her face first showed a trace of contemplation, as if she was carefully reminiscing about her personal maid who Zhang Heng was talking about.

After a moment of contemplation, the purple-clothed girl's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had already thought of who the other party was.

However, immediately, her face became extremely weird, and finally the purple-clothed girl suddenly turned up to the sky and laughed in spite of her image, as if she had forgotten the existence of this ghostly claw around her neck.

As a result, Feng Xiaoliusheng was afraid that the purple-clothed girl would be too reckless, and took the initiative to bump into his own Nether Claw. He died, he had to take the initiative to relax the control of Nether Claw on the opponent's neck, so that he did not scratch the other's neck.

The laughter stopped, and the purple-clothed girl looked at Zhang Heng again, with a strange expression on her face. She only heard her cold and arrogant voice and said, "I think who you are talking about, it's her!"

"If you say other people, I don't necessarily remember it. After all, I change the maid every few days. Where can I remember to come over!"

"It's your sister, I have some impressions, is she called Hong Qilai?"

"If it is her, I want to tell you, you still die, you will never see her again in your whole life."

After hearing the words of the purple-clothed girl, Zhang Heng couldn't wait to ask: "Why? Why can't I see her again? What did you do to her?"

"You tell me!"

The purple-clothed girl sneered coldly, and continued with her beautiful and elegant voice: "Because, when she was helping me pour tea, she spilled tea on my sleeves and soiled the corners of my clothes, so... …"

"So what about you?" Zhang Heng asked hurriedly, showing his concern, as if he really had a younger sister named Hong Qi who was working as a close-knit maid for the purple-clothed girl.

"So, I had someone cut off her hands for pouring tea, and then threw your sister into a monster prison that was hungry for seven days and seven nights."

"Guess how she is now? Guess if she is still alive? Can you guess you can see him now?"

The purple-clothed girl followed this question, her face was triumphant and domineering, and it was absolutely invisible that he was actually acting.

Zhang Heng's face has become iron blue, and his iron-blue face is covered with a hostility called anger. His eruption seems to be close at hand. He stared at the purple-clothed girl coldly, gritted his teeth and said: "Just Because when my sister was pouring tea, you got a piece of your clothes dirty, so you had her hands beheaded and she was thrown into a monster prison?"

"You—you are not a human being!"

The purple-clothed girl immediately sneered: "She is just a humble servant. Nowhere is she qualified to be compared with my clothes. My clothes are the latest styles just listed by Dajin Shendu Xiu Yifang. The price of each piece is comparable to one. A top grade yellow soldier!"

"Do you think your sister's value can be compared to a high-grade Yuan soldier of the Yellow Sword?"

"She didn't even condense the sea of ​​air, not even the lowest level brave, she..."

Seeing Feng Xiaoliu, the purple-clothed girl wanted to continue, but at this moment, Zhang Heng's whole body began to tremble violently.

Then, suddenly, Zhang Heng said coldly: "In this case, do you still want me to save you?"

"Do you think I will rescue an enemy of my sister?"

The purple-clothed girl didn't get annoyed when she heard it. Instead, she smiled coldly, and went on to say, "You're just a dog in my family, and I'm a master in my family, and you're not just a dog."

"Your dog is disobedient. If you kill it, naturally there will be new dogs, more obedient dogs, come to rescue me."

"Do you think no one will rescue me without you?"

The purple-clothed girl just said, she listened to Zhang Heng's cold voice and said: "Yes, your family is powerful and masters are like clouds! I am in it, but a nameless person!"

"But so what?"

"I'm afraid this time, they will be too late! I think even if they have high strength, no matter how incredible they are, they can't save a dead person, right?"

Zhang Heng's voice just fell, his feet were motionless, but in his right hand, there was already a swarthy iron crossbow.

Feng Xiaoliu saw that the standard military crossbow in Zhang Heng's hand instantly aimed at the purple-clothed girl who was tied to the stone pillar and could not move a minute, and the standard military crossbow with his left index finger pulled.

An ear-piercing sound flashed across the air in an instant, and a black light had already shot the purple-clothed girl tied to the stone pillar before that.

Zhang Heng's arrow actually aimed straight at the left chest of the purple-clothed girl. If this arrow hits, the purple-clothed girl will inevitably burst her heart and die without a place to bury her.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoliu was finally able to determine that Zhang Heng was not acting together with the girl in purple, to show him.

Otherwise, the risk the two will take is too great.

What he didn't know was that Zhang Heng's arrow seemed treacherous and inexplicable. Without Feng Xiaoliu's blocking, the purple-clothed girl would inevitably buy a new one and die on the spot.

But that was just an illusion caused by his own anger and not as strong as Zhang Heng, so that the corresponding six senses were not sharp enough.

In fact, Zhang Heng had already determined the precise position of her heart pulse through the beating of the purple-clothed girl's heart before shooting an arrow.

His arrow seemed dangerous, but it was aimed at the heart of the girl, even if it was shot on the girl in purple, it would not hurt the heart of the girl in purple!

Feng Xiaoliu had no knowledge of all this.

Therefore, at this moment, in order to prevent the purple-clothed girl in his hands from losing value, he can only make a shot.

Of course the girl in purple can't die yet.

He hasn't got what he wants from the purple-clothed girl, he hasn't handed the purple-clothed girl to the client, and exchanged what he wants from the client.

So the girl in purple must not die now.

Fortunately, he is not far from the girl in purple. He is standing on the left side of the stone pillar where the girl in purple is. His ghostly claws are held around the neck of the girl in purple.

The moment Zhang Heng spoke, he had already judged that Zhang Heng might have done something radical.

Therefore, when Zhang Heng took out the standard military crossbow from the storage bag, he was already prepared.

He was originally to guard against Zhang Heng's acting, and then suddenly gave himself an arrow.

He also worried that Zhang Heng would deliberately shoot arrows, but attacked the non-lethal parts of the purple-clothed girl to confuse him.

Feng Xiaoliu has made up his mind. If the opponent shoots the deadly parts, he will ignore it, let them be smart instead of being mistaken, and lift a rock to hit himself in the foot.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Heng actually inspired the military crossbow in his hand to shoot the purple-clothed girl, and in his opinion, the part he designed was still one of the three most important points of the human body.

Even if a brave man has his heart veins destroyed, he will inevitably die.

So this time, Feng Xiaoliu had to save it.

His left arm shook, and the imaginary yellow high-grade Yuan soldier Nether Claw had already left the purple-clothed girl's neck at this moment.

The vitality in Feng Xiaoliu's left arm was energized to the extreme, and suddenly appeared in front of the purple-clothed girl's left chest like a teleportation at an incredible speed.

At this moment, the crossbow arrows of the standard military crossbow inspired by Zhang Heng also flew.

There was a clear ding sound.

A black light slammed against the ghost claw worn by Feng Xiaoliu's right hand.

Immediately there was a creak, which was extremely harsh, as if the hideous claws of two ancient monster beasts collided together.

In the end, the black light finally stopped and turned into a dark and sharp arrow, which stopped in the palm of Feng Xiaoliu's left palm with Nether Claws.

With a flick of Feng Xiaoliu's hand, he threw the arrow that had lost its power. With a puff, the arrow had already been thrown by Feng Xiaoliu's vitality and immediately sank into the solid and dense mountain Qizhang away. In the wall.

Seeing Feng Xiaoliu's hand, Zhang Heng seemed to be shocked by him. Instead of making another move, he stared at the opponent closely, and said in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

"Are you going to stop me from killing her?"

"Didn't you just say you want to kill her?"

"Why do you want to save her now?"