I just planted a demon on the saint, how can I become a villain?

When Yi Haoran heard this voice, his spirit was shocked.

Although the saint ruthlessly rejected his invitation last time, she turned to find other men instead.

But Yi Haoran asked himself, he still deeply likes the saint in his heart.

And he will not give up just because of this blow!

He must persevere, so that the saint can see his determination and dedication!

Yi Haoran lowered his head and straightened his clothes, and put on the iconic gentle smile on his face again.

He decided to use his generosity to impress the saint later.

He wanted the saint to know that even if he was rejected again and again, even if the saint already wanted her, he would still choose to forgive her!

I, Yi Haoran, will let the saint know who is her true son today!

Thinking of this, Yi Haoran couldn't help feeling overwhelmed, his eyes were slightly moist, he was already moved by himself.

Infatuation... Really infatuated... How can there be such an infatuated person in the world!

Yi Haoran felt that his love would definitely be able to move the saint.

He looked up, ready to welcome the arrival of the saint with this tolerant and tearful attitude.

The gate of the temple gate was opened.

A woman with a peerless celestial appearance came slowly, wearing a plain sword suit of the same color as Mount Dai, cool and gorgeous, the momentary beauty made the light in the hall seem a little brighter.

There are also quite a few female inner sect disciples with bright eyes and bright teeth and good looks around them, but compared with this cold fairy, they are like stars under the shining sun, bleak and eclipsed.

This is the saint of the Holy Land in the beginning.

Mu Qingyin.

Many male disciples looked at it with dull eyes, as if in a dream, and their souls flew to nowhere.

Even Yi Haoran is no exception.

The last time he saw the saint was at the last Wanbao Pavilion auction.

And seeing the saint this time, she was still so amazing and perfect.

Yi Haoran stared straight at the dreamlike figure, and a fiery look flashed in his eyes.

If he could become a Taoist couple with a fairy-like saint, he would be willing to live 100 years less.

As soon as he thought that the saint had already belonged to him, Yi Haoran felt a painful depression in his heart.

That damn guy!I must step on him!Then take the saint back in front of him!

Yi Haoran secretly swears in his heart.

But the next moment,

The saint who pushed open the door with white jade-like catkins did not continue to move forward, but stood at the door, looking back, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, and a slight smile appeared on her snowy face.

Yi Haoran thumped in his heart, and a bad thought quickly came to his mind.

He had a feeling of déjà vu at this scene...

then,

A tall and familiar figure appeared in his sight.

Yi Haoran was stunned for a moment.

Qin Mu walked quietly towards the main meeting hall, his black eyes were calm, and he acted as if nothing had happened under the gaze of everyone.

That handsome and earth-shattering face completely caught Yi Haoran's eyes.

Yi Haoran's whole body was stiff and his eyes were dull.

It's him...it's him, it's him!

Mu Qingyin turned around lightly, a movement that couldn't be more ordinary, but outlined a perfect arc that swayed the mind.

She and Qin Mu met each other's eyes, her black eyebrows were slightly curved, the smile on the corner of her mouth was warm and soft, and her twinkling eyes fell on Qin Mu's face, full of tenderness and sweetness.

A touch of rosiness bloomed on the cool and gorgeous pretty face, brightly expressing affection, and the shy and timid look added a touch of moving posture.

In the astonishment of everyone's eyes,

Mu Qingyin didn't hold back at all, stretched out her jade-like wrist, and gently took Qin Mu's arm.

The two walked side by side, and anyone who saw it couldn't help admiring, what a couple of gods and gods.

All the disciples, including the elders, stared and opened their mouths in astonishment.

Among them, Yi Haoran is even more serious.

The smile completely disappeared on his face, those thoughts just now seemed so ridiculous at this moment.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained, his legs went limp, and he slumped on the ground again.

The world became extremely dark again, and the icy snowflakes beat Yi Haoran mercilessly again, completely burying him in the biting north wind.

"No!!~~~~"

"Saint!~~~"

"Ah!!~~~"

Yi Haoran suddenly wailed in pain, startling Diao Teng next to him.

"What are you crying about?!" He reprimanded loudly.

Fortunately, the soundproof cover he used just now has not disappeared, otherwise these few voices alone would be enough to attract the attention of the entire hall.

"No! Ahhh!!"

Yi Haoran hammered his chest, crying and writhing, his expression extremely distressed.

Diao Teng was completely dumbfounded, but he didn't care about it at this moment, he quickly pulled Yi Haoran up, and then cast a spell to gag his mouth.

"This is in the meeting hall! There are so many elders here, don't let me lose my temper!"

"Our Yun Haifeng's face has been completely humiliated by you!"

Diao Teng said with a look of hatred.

He just cast a soundproof cover, and didn't hide the figures of the two of them, so others could still see their movements.

Fortunately, all the eyes of the audience were attracted by the saint and the man, and no one noticed them.

Otherwise, it would be a big shame.

Thinking of this, Diao Teng was suddenly taken aback.

He seems to know why Yi Haoran lost his composure...

Diao Teng looked at Yi Haoran who was in a daze, like a dead mother, and said angrily: "I will remove the spell for you now, and you are not allowed to yell anymore, do you hear me?"

Yi Haoran nodded weakly.

After Diao Teng lifted the silence spell on his mouth, Yi Haoran panted heavily: "Master...it's him...it's him..."

"What is him?" Diao Teng frowned slightly, his eyes puzzled.

Yi Haoran swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty, and said weakly, "He is..."

Not finished yet.

At this time,

Qin Mu deliberately walked past Yi Haoran, his footsteps paused slightly, and his voice was full of doubts: "Eh? Brother, have we met before?"

Seeing Qin Mu's harmless appearance, pretending to be ignorant, Yi Haoran instantly felt his blood boil.

The eye sockets quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and hideous bloodshot eyes covered the whites of the eyes.

"Oh, what is this for? Want to touch porcelain? Hurry up and rest, don't die in front of me."

Qin Mu shook his head and sighed, then walked straight over with Mu Qingyin on his arm, followed by Bai Muyao.

Yi Haoran couldn't bear it anymore.

The reverse blood rushed to the throat, like a fountain, jetting out.

"puff!--"