Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

An old man with gray hair stood in the courtyard, sneered at the Demon Lord in the shadow stone, and scolded: "Is your idea useful? If you can imitate Mo Xiaosheng's handwriting, can you deceive people?"

Half a day passed, and there was no reply from Xie Xingchen, which showed that he had been exposed.

If he couldn't deceive Xie Xingchen, how could he threaten Qi Hanzhi to come to Hungling Mountain?

The Demon Lord was sitting in the Demon Palace, and a maidservant brought a glass of wine in front of him. He and the maidservant flirted with each other, and the maidservant made secret glances at him. After a while, he took the glass and drank it.

As the wine entered his throat, the Demon Lord smiled and said calmly:

"It seems that I have ignored the fact that my master and my junior brother are inseparable. There is a high probability that the letter will be intercepted by Qi Hanzhi. But it doesn't matter, just think of a solution."

"You are too impatient as an old man. You should learn to settle down more when you get older."

After saying that, in the blink of an eye he hooked up with a graceful maid and snuggled into his arms.

The head of Xuanxuanzong wanted to scold him angrily, but after careful consideration, he couldn't break up with him yet.

Feeling resentful in his heart, he swung his sword, severed the connection between the shadow stones, and walked into the palace.

This guy's attitude is so negligent, I really don't know if he really wants to cooperate or if he is pretending to cooperate!

The hall was dark, with no lights.

He was about to push open the palace door, but as soon as his old hand touched the cold palace door, he suddenly felt something was wrong and stopped.

When he left, the lights were still on in the temple!

He slapped it away with a palm, and the wind from his palm shook the palace door open, and a snowstorm blew in the palace. He raised his left hand to cover it, and at the same time, he used his right hand to cut through the sudden wind and snow.

"Shuzi kid! Get out!" There was an angry shout, and after the wind and snow dissipated, a person walked out.

The man was tall and handsome, dressed in a flamboyant red dress that made his skin as white as snow. His hair was half pulled up with ebony, and he stared at him with a smile.

"Master, does this disciple look good?"

Wen Shuyu looked directly at the tip of Zhenghua's sword with her usual meek smile. The tip of the sword was pointed directly between his eyebrows, but he didn't even blink.

But when his eyes touched Zhenghua, his eyes darkened.

Zhenghua should have been in the hands of an upright person from Tsinghua University, but it fell into the hands of someone like his master.

Zhenghua sword trembled.

The head of Xuanxuanzong frowned, and the anger originally started in his heart, but when he saw Wen Shuyu in red, the fire was completely extinguished.

"Shuyu, I am not interested in being a teacher today. You can wear red clothes and serve me some other time."

Although Wen Shuyu was really stunning in this outfit, he was not interested in the failure of seducing Xie Xingchen. In addition, as he got older, that matter was no longer as urgent as he originally wanted.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?"

The head of Xuanxuanzong rubbed his eyebrows, put down the Zhenghua Sword, sat on the soft couch, and looked up to see that Wen Shuyu hadn't left yet.

"Master, you think Shuyu is here to serve you?" Wen Shuyu slowly walked towards him.

"What do you want to do?" The head of Xuanxuanzong immediately straightened up, his eyes flashing with vigilance, and Zhenghua Sword flew back into his hand.

"Master has done so many evil things, but he can still live happily as the head of a sect. Shuyu is really dissatisfied. Of course, he came to take Master's life."

Wen Shuyu smiled softly, as if she was crazy.

The head of Xuanxuanzong shouted angrily, "Traitor!"

At the same time, he drew his sword and stood up. The blue sword light flashed straight into Wen Shuyu's heart. With one sword pass, "Wen Shuyu" disappeared in front of him.

But his chest actually hurt as if he had been stabbed.

He was stunned and lowered his head.

The sword passed through the chest, making a hole, and sticky blood gurgled out.

Wen Shuyu withdrew the sword, and the head of Xuanxuanzong spat out a large mouthful of blood. He fell down with his eyes wide open, and blood was still dripping from his mouth. He said in a hoarse voice, "Are you using a barrier?"

The "Wen Shuyu" just now is not a real person at all, but a barrier he has created to deceive people and make people believe that everything in front of them is true.

Wen Shuyu held the sword in her hand and nodded with a smile, "Master is really old, and he can't even see through the obstacles created by Shuyu."

With that said, the sword went down, aimed at a certain place, and struck hard!

The head of Xuanxuanzong screamed in pain, but his scream was blocked. He could only cover the broken area and roll back and forth on the ground in embarrassment.

"Master, this is just the beginning. We haven't seen much blood yet. Shuyu will take good care of you."