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

This time, Jiang Ying stopped talking and still moved slowly towards the Immortal Sword.

"What a stubborn temper." Liu Wangshu cursed anxiously on the side.

Liu Qing didn't understand, since Liu Wangshu knew that Jiang Ying's identity was not simple, why did he still care about him so much? According to their practices of cultivators, shouldn't they kill him with a sword?

"It's really enviable." Liu Qing murmured.

Under the leadership of Zhang Shanren, Xie An and others also rushed towards the ancient building. Before they got close, everyone felt a strong murderous aura.

Xie An's expression changed slightly. He had only felt such a strong murderous aura from the dead Demon Lord.

Could it be that the Demon Lord is not dead?

Suppressing the horror in his heart, he mobilized his spiritual power, and the sword under his feet moved a little faster.

The rest of the elders also noticed something strange, and they all speeded up to follow.

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On the ground, Jiang Ying's body had already seen faint red marks, but his steps were still firm.

Liu Wangshu knew that it was useless to try to persuade her, so she could only worry on the sidelines.

Liu Qing was indifferent, he wished this kid would die here.

"Not so far," Jiang Ying gritted his teeth as he looked at the Immortal Sword that was close at hand.

This sword, he must get it no matter what.

This strong murderous aura has made him unable to breathe, his legs are already trembling slightly, as long as he pushes back, all of this will disappear.

But he didn't want to, he didn't want to.

The fingertips stretched in mid-air trembled slightly, and it was only a touch away from grasping the hilt of the sword.

Zhan Xianjian seemed to be irritated, and the murderous aura subsided even more. Even Liu Wangshu and Liu Qing, who were standing aside, couldn't help frowning.

Jiang Ying felt that he was between two walls, and the two walls were still approaching, as if they were going to crush him into pieces.

There was already a faint smell of rust in his throat, and his heart seemed to be pinched hard, beating wildly, and it was about to burst in the next second.

"Jiang Ying, come back to me." Liu Wangshu wanted to step forward to pull him back, but was blocked by an invisible wall.

She was so angry that she could only yell, this kid, why is he so stubborn, he is dying for meritorious service.

If he could bring the Immortal Slaying Sword back to the sect, it would be a great contribution.

Apart from this, she really couldn't think of anything else that could make Jiang Ying work so hard.good

She didn't know that Jiang Ying was just doing business with the demons and knowing about his disaster, that's all.

Hearing Liu Wangshu's anxious cry, Jiang Ying's heart moved. He wanted to say a few words to comfort her, but found that he couldn't.

A more intense squeeze came from the chest.

"puff".

Jiang Ying finally couldn't help it, and the bright red blood spattered on the pure white sword of Zhan Xianjian.

Like red plums and falling snow, it is very beautiful.

The red blood was quickly absorbed by the Immortal Sword and disappeared without a trace.

The Immortal Zhanjian that absorbed the blood burst out a strong sword energy, which seemed to be even more manic.

No one knew that he was cheering for the arrival of his master.

Jiang Ying felt the coercion around him disappear, and he easily grasped the magic sword in his hand.

Something in the body seemed to be awakened, and it echoed the murderous aura on the sword of Zhanxian.

"A Ying", the resistance disappeared, Liu Wangshu stepped forward and hugged Jiang Ying.

Looking at Liu Wangshu's slightly trembling shoulders, Jiang Ying hugged her back, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm not fine, I got the sword too."

It's okay not to mention the sword, but Liu Wangshu felt a sense of anger when he talked about the sword, and he broke away from his embrace, "For a sword, I almost gave up my life."

Although she didn't want to admit it, she had a strong desire in her heart just now, and she was afraid that something would happen to Jiang Ying.

And when she saw Jiang Ying was safe, intense joy filled her heart.

Subconsciously, she wanted to hold him in her arms, and she felt a feeling of regaining what was lost.

Knowing that Liu Wangshu was worried about herself, Jiang Ying lowered her head, looked at the angry Liu Wangshu, and tugged at her sleeve, "Sister, I know I was wrong."

But he didn't want to, this time Liu Wangshu would follow him.

Throwing his hand away, he glared at him.

Jiang Ying was at a loss for a while, knowing that she really made Liu Wangshu angry this time, but she didn't know how to coax her.

"Then, how many times do you hit me to relieve your anger?" Jiang Ying asked tentatively.

Liu Wangshu still didn't speak.

Liu Qing, who was standing by the side, couldn't stand it anymore, coughed a few times, "Since you got it, let's go up first."

Hearing this, Liu Wangshu nodded, but still didn't look at Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying knew she was wrong, so she followed Liu Wangshu obediently.

The pit was some distance away from the ground, and Jiang Ying had just been through it so much, so he didn't have the strength to fend off his sword.

He blinked and looked at Liu Wangshu, "Sister, take me with you."

Liu Wangshu glanced at him, but still nodded.

After getting a response, as if afraid of Liu Wangshu's repentance, Jiang Ying quickly jumped onto the Shuanghua Sword.

Smelling the faint smell of blood coming from behind, Liu Wangshu finally softened his heart.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Ying immediately knew what Liu Wangshu meant, and leaned closer to Liu Wangshu, "It hurts, it hurts."

"I know it hurts but I don't have a long memory." Liu Wangshu returned angrily.

"Sister", Jiang Ying's tone was a bit coquettish, "Can you cook me some chicken soup?"

He passed his arm towards Liu Wangshu's eyes, "Look, there is a lot of blood."

Looking at the bloody arm stretched out from his hand, Liu Wangshu felt a little distressed, but he still insisted, "It's better to let it dry."

Jiang Ying persisted, "Then sister won't have a brother like me."

"Hmph," Liu Wangshu said, "Then I'll find someone who is obedient and obedient."

It was an angry remark, but Jiang Ying grabbed Liu Wangshu's wrist, "Sister really thinks so?"

The tone suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Liu Wangshu also sensed what was wrong with him, and knew that the words just now had irritated him, so she hurriedly explained, "How could it be, I was talking nonsense."

The strength on the wrist remained undiminished, "Really?"

Liu Wangshu only felt something sticky on his arm, and hurriedly said, "Let go."

It must be that Jiang Ying was too hard, which made the blood flow faster, and it all flowed into her hands.

"Sister is worried about me?" Jiang Ying didn't let go, but continued to ask.

Liu Wangshu was a little annoyed by his attitude, "Yes, let go."

This time, Jiang Ying obediently let go.

Liu Wangshu looked at the bright red on his hand. There was so much blood, he didn't know how the wound on Jiang Ying's hand was cracked.

What's going on with Jiang Ying, it wasn't like this before.

But he still said angrily: "Use a hemostatic spell to stop the bleeding first, and I will bandage you when I go back."

"it is good."

While speaking, he could already see the faint white light above his head.

Almost to the ground.

As soon as they landed, Liu Qing said to them, "I've already done it, I hope you two will keep your promise."

Liu Wangshu nodded.

"The next thing is up to you two." After speaking, Zhang Sheng tilted his body and fell to the ground.