In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

Without Ningshuang's torment, Jiang Ying felt that she had gained a new life.

He half leaned on the pillar, listening to the sound of thunder and rain outside the ruined temple with great interest.

His eyes swept across the ruined temple, and suddenly fell on the somewhat worn-out statue.

"Hehe", Jiang Ying looked at the merciful goddess in front of him with contempt in his eyes.

Somehow, he thought of Liu Wangshu under the pear tree that day.

A fairy should be warm and soft like her, not as cold as this stone statue.

Jiang Ying stood up from the ground, clenched his fists, and slammed hard at the stone statue.

He was still muttering, "You deserve it too?"

"You are also worthy to stand high and look down on all living beings."

The originally holy and kind goddess statue was stained red by his blood. Jiang Yingying couldn't feel the pain in his hand, so he continued to smash it.

He wants to smash this stone statue, and he wants to set up a statue for Liu Wangshu here, and he, as her most loyal believer, will make offerings to her.

Finally, several cracks were cracked on the stone statue, and the cracks widened under Jiang Ying's fierce attack.

The arm of the Goddess finally couldn't take it anymore, and fell down first, breaking into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, there was the head and body of the statue...

Jiang Ying was very satisfied looking at the statue that he had smashed, "This unsightly thing is finally gone."

He bent his mouth, closed his eyes in a good mood, and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, he left the ruined temple in a hurry.

He wanted to find a painter to paint a portrait of Liu Wangshu and hang it in the temple.

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The scholar was shaking his head and reciting books at home, when his neck suddenly felt cold.

A small dagger was pressed against his neck, but the sound behind him was cooler than the dagger on his neck.

"As I said, draw a portrait." Jiang Ying ordered.

The scholar didn't dare to refuse, and nodded repeatedly.

Xu Shi was too frightened, his hand holding the brush kept shaking, a drop of black ink fell on the white rice paper, but he didn't finish writing.

Jiang Ying's eyes darkened, "It's really useless."

In the next second, the dagger cut through the scholar's neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Jiang Ying crumpled the contaminated rice paper and re-laid the white paper.

Do it yourself, how can others draw her beauty.

He hesitated in the air with the hand holding the wolf hair, and reached for the wound on the scholar's neck.

With this fresh blood, he completed the first work in his life.

The scenery and people in the painting are integrated, which is a rare masterpiece, but the color difference between red and white makes the whole picture look beautiful and strange.

Jiang Ying was very satisfied with her painting, put it into her sleeve, and returned to the ruined temple.

He hung these words on the original statue, and nodded in satisfaction.

This time, it looks much more pleasing to the eye.

He looked at the person in this painting every day, and his eyes gradually changed from liking at the beginning to morbid possession.

The person in this painting is cold and doesn't know how to smile at him, nor does it smell fragrant, not good at all.

He stood up abruptly, tore off the painting, and tore it to pieces.

One day, he will catch her and trap her.

Make her smile to herself every day.

Before his idea was realized, the ruined temple was surrounded by officers and soldiers.

It turned out that the scholar's family had reported the crime, and the people from the Yamen followed the clues and quickly found him.

Seeing the scene in the ruined temple, the people in the yamen were also taken aback.

The ground was full of dried blood, the corpses of those beggars had begun to rot, and the original statue of the goddess was smashed to pieces.

And Jiang Ying, who was sitting in this horrible and messy background, smiled at them.

"Are you also here to die?" Jiang Ying tilted her head and looked at the arresters harmlessly.

There was a huge gap between the expression on his face and the scene behind him, which made everyone feel tense.

The detectives tightened their grip on the knife in the book, they knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Seeing that they hadn't drawn their swords for a long time, Jiang Ying couldn't help but take the lead.

Anyway, they are going to die sooner or later, it is better to take the time to send them a ride, go to see Hades earlier, and vote for a good family.

With a slight smile on the corner of Jiang Ying's mouth, he rushed towards the group of arresters.

His movement was so fast that everyone fell down before they could clearly see his movements.

Jiang Ying stuck out the tip of her tongue, licked the blood on her hands, and frowned, "Why isn't it sweet?"

So many arresters died in the yamen at once, they had to take it seriously, and they also realized that this matter might not be something ordinary people could do, so they asked the sect for help.

Xuanfengmen got their request and rushed to the temple without stopping, but there was no one there.

They searched around, but found nothing unusual, so they could only leave angrily.

After Jiang Ying came back from foraging, he smelled the smell of monks in the air.

He was overjoyed, could it be that Liu Wangshu came to look for him.

But the bloodstains and bones all over the floor chilled him a bit.

She has seen these, so does she know that she is not a normal person.

Then she will definitely not smile at herself so gently and hug herself again.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ying's ink-like eyes were slightly red.

No, he cannot accept it.

He rushed out like crazy, this night was destined to be a nightmare for the searchers in Xuzhou City.

Jiang Ying shuttled through Xuzhou City covered in blood, and no one survived wherever he went.

Looking at the fear and fear in these people's eyes, Jiang Ying felt very happy in her heart.

Overnight, Xuzhou City became a dead city, and there was no one alive except Jiang Ying.

When the major sects heard the bad news, they couldn't sit still any longer, and sent people to Xuzhou City one after another.

Jiang Ying was sitting in the government office of Xuzhou City at this time, drinking with her legs crossed.

The death and resentment that filled the city made him feel very comfortable, and he felt as if a force in his body was slowly waking up.

He likes this feeling very much, as long as he is strong enough, he can do whatever he wants. One day, he will go to Xiaoyaozong and snatch Liu Wangshu over.

He didn't know why he had such a deep obsession with Liu Wangshu. Jiang Ying thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand it, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

If you want something, what reason do you need?

Therefore, when she learned that the immortal sects were coming to encircle and suppress her, Jiang Ying felt a little joy in her heart.

I don't know if she will come back.

Jiang Ying threw the wine jar in his hand to the ground, and swaggered out of the city gate.

There are many monks gathered outside Xuzhou city, but they are all disciples of some sects.

Jiang Ying glanced at him, but he didn't see the figure he was thinking about, and suddenly lost interest.

Seeing him like this, these little disciples thought he was looking down on them.

One by one, they rushed up with their swords in hand, wanting to teach this ignorant brat a lesson.

They completely forgot the advice given to them by their masters before going down the mountain.

Do not underestimate the enemy.