After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

"Little Junior Sister!"

"Xixi."

When Geng Xun was shocked by Song Xi's shamelessness, Qin Ya and Shen Xiaobai had already proactively come out to find someone when they saw Patriarch Changyi coming back.

"Everyone is back, why are you still in a daze?"

"Geng Xun is here too?" Qin Ya rubbed her chin. Facing someone she didn't know very well, she subconsciously smiled charmingly, and instantly switched to the appearance of the amorous Elder Sister of Hehuan Sect.

She blinked and stretched out her hand to invite Geng Xun: "We have prepared a grilled fish bonfire in the back mountain, and we are waiting for you. Do you want to come together?"

Geng Xun subconsciously looked at Song Xi, and he pointed at himself, a little surprised: "Don't I have to be locked up?"

This doesn't look like the treatment of prisoners, does it? !

"Why are you locked up? Leifeng Prison is very expensive."

Song Xi took out the storage bag on Geng Xun's waist very naturally, turned up and down the not-so-small spirit fruit, and stuffed it into his mouth with a very unceremonious click, "Heaven's Judgment Board will judge you Not guilty."

"Geng Xun, welcome to Leifeng."

Geng Xun subconsciously pulled back the storage bag, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

The autistic appearance looks like An Yuzhi who was just getting started.

"Let's go, Geng Xun."

Song Xi happily walked towards the back mountain with Qin Ya and Shen Xiaobai, not forgetting to turn his head to greet Geng Xun.

The cold and pretty girl wore a high ponytail, and when she turned her head, there was a bright smile on her face, "If you resent me for sending the silver clothes to the judgment stand."

"Leifeng's dueling platform, you are welcome to challenge me at any time."

"Is it possible now?!" Geng Xun was silent for a moment, then shouted from a distance.

"No."

Song Xi's face collapsed, "Are you making people beat you while they're hungry?!"

"But if you can really get rid of your grievances." Song Xi waved openly, "I'll wait for you at the back mountain."

"After the fight, let's roast the spirit fish together."

Geng Xun became even more silent, but the girl's open-minded and bright attitude made him caressing and disgusting.

But Geng Xun followed suit.

He's actually quite awkward right now.

In fact, Geng Xun thinks that he and Song Xi have no enmity to count.

He didn't hate Song Xi at all.

not at all.

Geng Xun knew that his brother had been wrong all along, and had gradually turned into a devil who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

What he and Daisy have been trying to do is to help Yinyi get back on track.

Song Xi did the right thing.

He didn't even retaliate privately because of his personal position, because he was once hostile to Silver Clothes.

But that was also his brother.

Right and wrong in his heart collided with personal feelings, and he couldn't help but take sides.

He is not right or wrong today, not for resentment.

He just wanted to fight Song Xi.

He wanted to see what kind of abilities a person who both Sister Daisy and Brother were willing to entrust with their last wishes had.

***

Back Mountain.

It was getting late, and the flickering flames reflected the faces of all the disciples.

Jingchen Buddha changed his attitude of avoiding the last time when he grilled fish in Leifeng, he carried a jug of wine and stared at the grilled fish in his hand seriously.

Whenever grilled fish killers such as Qin Ya and Ye Wangyou approached, he would strictly prohibit them.

The dusty Buddha's brows were cold, and he put one hand on his chest and chanted a mantra, and said in a neutral voice, "Stop roasting."

He looked serious and sincere: "I really don't want to save the spirit fish anymore."

Ye Wangyou, who was trying to help, suddenly withdrew his hand: "..."

This friend is useless.

"Why is it suddenly so lively today?"

As soon as Song Xi arrived at the back mountain, Ding Yilan, an obedient and well-behaved lady, blushed slightly and was a little embarrassed, but he still handed Song Xi a jar of wine.

Still holding a small pot in her hand, she clinked a glass with Song Xi lightly.

As soon as Ding Yilan took a sip, Chu Changheng put on a cold face and snatched the jug from Ding Yilan's hand.

"..."

"We actually formed a group to fight with you."

"Now is the time to go."

Tu Weiwei watched Xie Yue's talisman masters twirling their Langhao pens while drinking and chatting, feeling very comfortable.

She always felt that something was missing in her hand.

She simply took off her swing and turned it back and forth in her hands.

Song Xi nodded clearly: "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"The Zongmen qualifying competition has been advanced, and it will start in a week." Tu Weiwei clinked a cup, not without feeling sad, "We have to start building momentum."

The so-called building momentum is nothing more than setting up a persona and starting to create a facade of disciples.

Qin Ya is the leading disciple of the participating team of the Hehuan Sect, and she is one of the three front disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

The farewell banquet tonight is the last indulgence before the game.

Although Lei Feng and everyone are noisy and noisy together, it is very interesting, but the business is imminent, and we have to go back to prepare.

Qin Ya was also carrying a jar of wine, so she came over to join in the fun.

She pressed her head on the shoulder of her junior sister Tu Weiwei as if she had no bones, and said with regret, "I must successfully roast a spirit fish today!"

"Qin Ya."

Song Xi raised his eyebrows, and said softly, "It's not your fault that your hand is disabled, but it must be."

Qin Ya took a sip of wine angrily: "..."

She was powerless to refute.

"Where's Geng Xun?" Song Xi asked strangely.

Don't you still want to fight with her?

"Here." Qin Ya pursed her lips, smiled knowingly, and casually pointed at the wine jar, "Then."

When Song Xi turned his head, the young man who had vowed to fight her like a little wolf cub just now had already been drinking and guessing with Shen Xiaobai, stumbling around and getting drunk very quickly.

Holding a wine jar, muttering nonsense.

Song Xi supported his forehead: "???"

Gee.

Fortunately, she still wanted to take it seriously.