Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

In this world!How could there be such a person who couldn't understand the situation!

The angry Emperor Song immediately threw the case plate in his hand and pointed at the two people on the execution platform: "Take this man of unknown origin and this witch into a fiery furnace together!"

As soon as the sound was over, the whole place was in an uproar, but it couldn't attract the two of them in the slightest.

Bai Nuannuan hugged the arm of Fu Xianzhi, the demon king, and looked at all the fierce-looking officials in the circle.

In just one night, the nagging and annoying spirit yesterday turned into a half-human, half-demon puppet today.

If there is a demonic aura that seems to be nothing, it seems that He Qinghan is really confident today?

Fu Xianzhi glanced down at her, and his voice unconsciously slowed down when facing her, but the words he spoke made people unavoidably frightened.

"When I came here, I took a clear look at this place. I used the Noon Gate as the center of the formation. He Qinghan wanted to sacrifice the lives of all the people today as a guarantee."

To Fu Xianzhi, it was just a trivial matter.

He Qinghan spent so much thought just for one woman.

Bai Nuannuan looked back.

The desperate people don't know how many lives will be lost here today.

Just as the group of puppet officials were about to step onto the execution platform, a smiling voice suddenly came from a high position.

——"Senior sister, do you still want to protect this devil now?"

He Qinghan was like a savior, and landed on the execution platform lightly, the distance between him and them was only an inch.

There was a smile in his eyes, and even the spells he had given to his face in the past were not burdened at this moment, and he directly showed his true face.

"Master He!"

After Tu Zeng's unexpected incident, Emperor Song's expression changed drastically. He immediately slapped the case and shouted, looking at He Qinghan's back as if he was worried about something.

He Qinghan waved his sleeves, and his clothes suddenly changed into the plain white clothes of a Tiandao Palace disciple. But in the eyes of Bai Nuannuan, who knew what he had done in the past, this move seemed particularly obvious.

The sword dropped from the palm of his hand and pointed directly at Fu Xianzhi. The smile on his lips became brighter and brighter, and it was a bit weird: "Elder brother, oh no, now I should call you Demon Lord."

Mozun!

When these two words fell, they seemed to punch everyone in the heart.

The blood-soaked death many years ago still lingers in their minds.

Like a drop of cold water falling into a frying pan, the entire official road was bombarded.

The people who had nothing to do just now seemed to be facing their own heavenly hatred, and they kept making noises.

"He is actually the Demon Lord? People in the Demon Realm have always burned, killed, and looted. They are extremely cruel. Why don't you burn him quickly!"

"National Preceptor! National Preceptor, please kill him!"

"..."

Sounds like this kept coming, and Bai Nuannuan turned her head and glanced at Fu Xianzhi as if she was feeling something.

But in his eyes, these sounds were not as important as looking at her.

Seeing her looking towards him, Fu Xianzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the corners of his lips: "But are you tired here?"

Bai Nuannuan winked at him, and whispered to him with a secret voice.

The latter paused slightly, as if he didn't understand Bai Nuannuan's intention, but he didn't refuse and nodded to her: "Okay."

But He Qinghan lost his patience: "Senior sister, have you forgotten what you said when you became the master's disciple?"

"I didn't forget."

Tired of He Qinghan's aggressive attitude, Bai Nuannuan turned sideways and glanced at him: "Even if Fu Xianzhi is the Demon Lord, what next?"

He Qinghan was choked by her upright attitude: "Sacred fire hurts people, shouldn't Senior Sister join me in killing this devil with the sword!"

"Oh."

Lifting up the cumbersome skirt, she walked to He Qinghan's side. Looking at the latter's shocked eyes, Bai Nuannuan showed she was very calm: "What next?"

Her sincere question was met with He Qinghan's silence.

Silently looking at Fu Xianzhi, he realized that the latter was only looking at Bai Nuannuan with an indifferent expression, not even sharing half of his peripheral vision with others.

The scene of being betrayed as expected did not happen at all, and even the people below who were excited and wanted to kill the legend gradually calmed down.

A thought inevitably comes to mind: That's it?

Getting closer to He Qinghan, Bai Nuannuan asked him perfunctorily: "How do you want me to cooperate? You say it, and I do it."

He Qinghan's face turned dark, and he clenched his back molars: "Did you feed him the elixir that can make him lose his cultivation?"

"There is such a thing?" Bai Nuannuan was surprised at first, and then calmly shook his head under He Qinghan's cannibalistic gaze, "Oh, no feeding."

He Qinghan took a deep breath.

Gritting his teeth, he turned the long sword in his hand and grabbed the back of Bai Nuannuan's neck with his big hand, pointing the sword's edge at her delicate skin.

Fu Xianzhi's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously used his spiritual power to take action.

"If you want her life, take this elixir!"

As if afraid, He Qinghan hurriedly spoke out.

Seeing that the latter didn't move at all, he panicked a little and said in a louder voice, "She is my second senior sister after all. If you obediently take the elixir, I will not hurt my senior sister's life!"

"presumptuous!"

He never expected that He Qinghan would be so impulsive and reckless. Emperor Song slapped the case hard, and his hand pointing at He Qinghan was trembling with excitement: "Put down Anqing quickly!"

The Zhao prison officials were like a bunch of puppets, showing their long knives one after another and facing the Imperial Guards and the people.

The white knife went in and the red knife came out without even blinking.

The people who died tragically for no reason roared with resentment after their deaths.

The sky turned gloomy in the blink of an eye. Meng Qingrong's heart pounded as he looked at it, and secretly said, "Not good."

Feng Qingyao, who was always paying attention to him, quickly stood up and immediately took action to put him to sleep before he flew under him.

"you--"

After placing Meng Qingrong on a bed, Feng Qingyao looked at him and whispered an apology in a very low voice.

At the same time, the cold mechanical sound of the system kept ringing in her mind.

【warn!warn!The system has noticed that the plot on the plane is gradually deviating, and the host is requested to kill Song Qingnuan immediately! 】

Feng Qingyao walked out of the room and cast the spell. With the blessing of the system, her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

She turned around, looked at Wu Qinglan standing in front of her with a sullen face, and smiled slightly: "Fourth Senior Brother."

Wu Qinglan clenched the sword in her hand, her eyes and brows filled with vigilance: "What happened to your senior brother?"

"Just let him sleep for a while. Fourth senior brother, don't be nervous."

Looking around her, Wu Qinglan became even more angry when she heard the howling wind not far away: "Are you and He Qinghan together?"

Feng Qingyao looked hurt: "How can senior brother miss me so much? I'm doing this all for the sake of the two senior brothers."