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

Song Xi, who was focusing on replying to the message, suddenly heard the sound of uniform footsteps.

Looked up.

A group of evil cultivators suddenly rushed over, and the leader of the captain turned out to be a female prostitute.

Song Xi: "???"

Even if her identity is exposed, it shouldn't be the lewd cultivator who came to arrest her, right? !

Song Xi was thinking whether to run or run faster, when the group of people walked past her without looking away, stopped in front of the devil's bedroom, and picked up a dozen beauties who came out one after another.

Yan thin ring fat, each has its own characteristics.

They all looked like ordinary people, but their faces were all pale and haggard, as if their vitality had been sucked dry by harvesting yin and nourishing yang.

Compared with the looks of the beauties that An Yuzhi raised in captivity back then, it was a world of difference.

Song Xi frowned indistinctly, and had some consideration in his heart.

She suddenly wanted to understand why the villagers who asked Xie Yue for help were so panicked.

It turns out that there are really not a few demon cultivators who use these evil spirits to cultivate in ways that hurt and harm others.

The leading Yinxiu turned sideways to block Song Xi's line of sight, politely bowed to Song Xi, and winked, "Captain Song~ You can go in and offer treasures now."

Song Xi touched the goosebump on his arm and nodded politely.

"Captain Song is now a popular person in the eyes of the evil envoy, and now he has presented the secret treasure that the lord has been looking for for many years. When one day develops, don't forget about Jiaojiao~" Yinxiu laughed softly, and turned towards Song Xi Lean over.

"Ah-"

Song Xi sneezed, stimulated by the strong scent of aromatherapy on Yinxiu's body.

Xunxiu's face froze, how could a man resist her obscene fragrance? !

Just at this time, the voice of the demon lord came from the bedroom, "Song Xi come in."

Song Xi had never thought that the voice of the demon lord was so pleasant, so he took the Xuanqing Blade and slipped into the demon lord's bedroom in three steps and two steps.

Damn, lewdness is horrible.

Even scarier than Qin Ya of the Hehuan Sect.

In the dormitory, the demon lord was sitting alone in the center of the couch, surrounded by black mist-like demonic energy, obviously practicing his skills.

Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes to stare at Song Xi, and his eyes fell on the black fire stick in Song Xi's hand, and he became a little more obviously sullen in an instant, "This seat is not easy to fool, you don't want to be fooled." In order to compete for meritorious deeds, I wasted my time... huh?"

Before he finished speaking, the Demon Lord's eyes fell on the pattern on the thinner side of the unknown black stick.

He subconsciously frowned.

Compared with the long knife in his painting, this black stick is obviously different.

If it is said that the black knife on the painting hides its sharpness in its simplicity, then the black knife in Song Xi's hand looks like a [-] cents craft, and it would be disgusting if used as a shit stirrer in the evil alliance.

But the pattern on the handle of the knife is exactly the same.

"Submit it to me for a look."

Song Xi handed it up as he said.

The demon master held it in his hand and observed carefully, his expression gradually became ecstatic.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, and the pattern didn't seem fake. He even felt the faint excitement of this knife.

According to common sense, swords have souls, swords have souls, and the famous artifacts on the list all choose their own masters. So excited, it can only show that this magical weapon recognizes him!

He took a deep breath, tried hard to control his ecstasy, touched the gap of the scabbard, and pulled it lightly, but the scabbard remained motionless.

The demon lord was stunned, what was the meaning of this?

He has clearly read the records that all spiritual weapons such as swords and swords are recognized and contracted by unsheathing them.

Being able to pull out a knife, either means that the knife already has an owner, and it doesn't matter whether others open it, or it means that the knife is willing to recognize the person who drew the knife as the master and form a contract with it.

"Can you pull out this knife?" the demon lord asked Song Xi suspiciously.

Song Xi ground his back molars and gritted his teeth: "No, Mr. Evil Envoy, maybe there is a delay?"

If Xuan Qingren dares to spoil her good deeds, she will starve to death!

The devil lowered his head hesitantly: "???"

Can this thing be delayed?

Being held in the hands of the demon master, Xuan Qingren, who was sulking, clearly felt the anger of his master through the contract, the whole knife trembled almost invisible, and quickly flicked off the scabbard by himself——

"Click" sound.

Xuan Qingren used too much force, and the scabbard flew far away with a "whoosh".

The demon master couldn't pay attention to this weird scene, and his whole body was attracted by the vigorous and powerful word "Xuanqing" on the sharp knife.

After a while, he burst out laughing, his whole face was radiant, and he ignored the strange feeling in his heart.

The demon lord's gloomy eyes fell on Song Xi, stood up maliciously, and approached Song Xi step by step.

"Captain Song is really good. You can easily find the Xuan Qingren that I have been looking for for so long."

"Since this is the case, then I will use the treasure you found to give you a death sentence! It is also your honor to use your life to kill such a precious sword!"

"???"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Xi retreated quickly.

hiss.

Is she out of date or the times in this scroll are too perverted?

Fortunately, she is a well-known psychiatrist and the biggest villain of this book.

She didn't keep up with the thinking of this villain colleague.

She originally thought of procrastinating for a while, and let the three of Yun Jingcheng go to the side hall to explore the way first, but now it seems that this demon lord is more damned and worse than she thought.

Damn, then compare who is worse!

Song Xi said without any hesitation, "Xuan Qing! Stop looking after excitement, suck him dry!"

The Demon Lord was startled, but before he had time to react, he felt that the black long knife that had just been held in his hand was suddenly extremely hot.

The Xuanqing blade shook slightly, and a beautiful water ripple slowly swayed away. The winding black mist was as thick as ink, ethereal but tangible, climbing up along the hand holding the sword.

The demon lord didn't have time to react, his eyes turned black for an instant, and even the whites of his eyes disappeared. He knelt down on the ground in pain with his hands on his chest, curled up and twitched constantly, but his face showed a strange expression of satisfaction.

Song Xi was slightly awe-inspiring.

This is the first time she has seen Xuan Qingren devouring desire.

Soon, the Demon Lord was engulfed by the black mist on the ground, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

Song Xi rubbed her chin, the Xuanqing Blade was much stronger than she thought, a Nascent Soul master, the big boss in the inheritance scroll, was sucked dry by it so easily.

So why is she okay?

"Master Evil Envoy! It's not good!"

A panicked voice suddenly came from outside the bedroom, interrupting Song Xi's thinking, "The evil alliance has infiltrated spies! They broke into the side hall and tried to rescue Yao Lao! Two people were caught by his subordinates, and one escaped! "

Song Xi was silent for a while.

Although she didn't know who was unreliable and caused the three people to be discovered, she blindly guessed that it was Xiao Lin who ran out.

Song Xi pursed his lips, picked up the Xuanqing Blade on the ground, and was about to summon the little flying chair, when an unspeakable force majeure suddenly engulfed her, and the scene in front of him was distorted.

Open your eyes again.

She returned to the medicine fields and thatched huts when she first entered the scroll a few days and nights ago.

Song Xi was sitting on the ground, and when he raised his head, he happened to have his hands behind his back, and the old Medicine King met his gaze.

For a moment, it seemed like a lifetime away.

But soon, her filter for Li Yin was shattered.

The old Yao Wang raised his eyebrows high, and his kind face was somewhat sad. He walked around Song Xi with his hands behind his back.

"I let you arrange it yourself, but you really did it yourself?!"