Travel through time and become a villain: Heroine, don’t come over!

Lu Jiao deserved to be beaten.

Not long after Shi Gua left, the eldest lady of the Deer Clan swaggered to the prison where Liu Wuwu and others were staying.

At that time, Liu Wuwu and others were eating hot pot. Seeing this, Lu Jiao seemed to be stimulated and kicked the hot pot over.

Fortunately, everyone was a monk and had quick reactions, otherwise they would have been splashed all over by the scalding hot oil.

Liu Wuwu didn't take action immediately.

He still understood why people had to lower their heads when they were under the roof, so he could only look at the other person with a depressed expression.

"Miss Lu, what do you want to do?"

Lu Jiaobai asked condescendingly:

"It's just a human race, why do you eat such good food? It's both vegetables and meat, do you deserve it?"

Liu Wuwen was extremely speechless.

No, is this doe sick?

This meat, this dish, even the black charcoal under the stove were all made by Liu Wuyue himself.

What's the relationship between me eating my own food and fucking her?

Liu Wuyou didn't want to deal with such a brainless idiot, and said coldly:

"Miss Lu, if you have nothing to do, you can go outside the city to eat more grass to replenish your brain. We are in jail here quietly, but we have never offended you."

Lu Jiao didn't realize what she had done wrong at all, and looked at the little donkey in the corner arrogantly.

"It's a joke, I'm not here for you despicable humans. I'm here to challenge Ma Hu."

"???"

The little donkey who was eating carrots looked confused: "Why do you want to challenge me? I have offended you before?"

In the dark cell, Lu Jiao's face turned a little ugly.

"Well... although your talent is slightly better than mine, your strength must not be as good as mine. I must let you know that the geniuses of Hundred Demon City are not as unbearable as you think."

Xiaolu gave Lu Jiao a pair of big white eyes, feeling very depressed:

"Miss Lu. First of all, let me declare that I have never underestimated the talent of the City of Hundred Demons. Secondly, I do not want to accept your challenge. Why should I fight with you for no reason?"

The little donkey's helpless look angered Lu Jiao, and she angrily stomped the prison floor several times with her hoofs.

"Nonsense! If you have never underestimated me, the genius of Hundred Demon City, why did you call me a waste in public?"

Xiaolu looked serious and explained word for word: "It is a fact that you are a waste. I have not underestimated you. Also, your qualifications are really not worthy of being called a genius."

"you!!!"

Lu Jiao was almost furious.

The deer-hair quilt was standing on end with anger, and white air was coming out of both nostrils.

"In a duel, I must challenge you in a duel. If I don't beat you to the point where you kneel down and beg for mercy today, my surname will not be Lu!"

According to human standards, Lu Jiao's achievement of Nascent Soul in 500 years is not slow, but it is definitely not fast.

Generally speaking, the standard for a human monk to reach the level of genius is to achieve the golden elixir at the age of [-], and to become the Nascent Soul at the age of [-].

In Xiaolu's mind, Liu Wuwu and Ye Ming are the two most talented people.The lowest standard is Zi Yueqing, the goddess of the Taixuan Saint Sect, the original super sect in the Eastern Continent.

But even Zi Yueqing is fully confident that she will break through to the Nascent Soul stage before she turns [-].

It’s not that Xiaolu’s vision is too high, but that Liu Wuyuan and his team have played high-end games since their debut.

Either fight across the ranks, or beat up the Son of God of other super sects.

Therefore, in Xiaolu's eyes, Lu Jiao is not a genius in any aspect.

But in Lu Jiao's eyes, this stupid donkey was nakedly humiliating her.

I am one of the top three geniuses in Hundred Demon City, and you actually call me a waste.Isn't this a pure insult?

The contradictions caused by different cognitions cannot be explained clearly in words, we can only do it with hands.

Seeing that Lu Jiao was about to take action, Xiaolu quickly shook his head and refused: "I don't want to fight you."

Lu Jiao's nostrils turned upward: "Why, are you scared now? Don't worry, I know the severity and won't beat you to death."

The little donkey was speechless, but this woman was quite confident.

"Miss Lu Jiao, you have to understand one thing. It was you who challenged me. If you win, you can laugh at me and satisfy your own vanity. But if I win, there will be no benefit at all."

"Putting it on my own, why should I accept this challenge that means nothing to me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Er looked at Liu Wuwu meaningfully.

tsk...

It is true that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.The innocent little donkey who had been following Liu Wuwu for a long time actually turned into this ghostly appearance.

Liu Wuwu didn't notice Zhang Er's stupid look, otherwise he would never be able to escape from this beating.

Lu Jiao's head was a little confused at the moment.

She instinctively felt that there was something wrong with what Little Donkey said, but after careful analysis, she felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with what he said.

After some hesitation, Lu Jiao painfully took out a wooden box from her storage bag. Inside the box lay quietly ten spiritual stones of different sizes.

"If you can defeat me, these ten spiritual stones will be yours."

The little donkey frowned: "Sister, are you here to beg for food? With this little spiritual stone, I don't even bother to bend down to pick it up if you throw it on the street."

Lu Jiao was a little annoyed and said angrily:

"Our demon race is not as wealthy as your human race. Why do you humiliate me like this? Otherwise. If you win, how about I marry you?"

What Lu Jiao said was not an angry comment. The demon tribe had a tradition of admiring the strong, and marrying a strong man was by no means a shameful thing.As for love, in their eyes it is no different than shit.

Little Donkey didn't say anything, but looked Lu Jiao up and down with a look of disdain:

"Girl, we don't bring threats like this. If you want to do this, I don't dare to win."

"Push!"

"Hahaha......"

Before Lu Jiao could get angry, Qing Lin and Ji Diyue, who understood animal language, couldn't help laughing.

This smile made Lu Jiao so embarrassed that she wanted to find a mouse hole and crawl into it.

Qing Lin still knows a little about the world, and he lowers his head when he smiles.But his shoulders were shaking as if he was suffering from schizophrenia.

Emperor Ji said that these two idiots were laughing and holding their stomachs: "Hahaha... You doe is so shameless, you actually want to marry my master in public. You monster clan are poor and can't afford a mirror. Don’t you know how to take a picture of yourself by peeing? Hahaha..."

The weasel clan has been together with the human race for a long time, and their aesthetics are almost the same as those of the human race.How could he possibly like Lu Jiao, who had the head of a deer and the body of a deer?

Lu Jiao didn't care about this. She only knew that she had been greatly humiliated.Angry and angry, she made a decision that she regretted for more than ten years.

Lu Jiao rushed forward and kicked Ji Diyue fiercely in the abdomen.

Bang!

Ji Di's laughter stopped suddenly, and his whole body slammed into the stone wall of the prison.

Lu Jiao was truly in the middle Nascent Soul stage, while Ji Diyue was just a little weasel in the Foundation Establishment stage.

This kick narrowly missed him to death.

After the kick, a deathly silence fell in the cell.

Lu Jiao was horrified to find that the way the others looked at her changed.These eyes were as cold as ice, making people's hair stand on end.

After a long time, the little donkey made a sound.

"This time, it's my turn to challenge you."