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

Mo Xiaosheng relieved the salty taste in her mouth and sighed twice, "This ghost master really spreads salt without paying for it. He will kill this young master."

"Then you are still stupid." Xiao Yihe was still unforgiving.

"You!" Mo Xiaosheng muttered to herself that Xiao Yihe had just given him tea and suppressed her anger.

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, if you become angry and get sick, there will be no one to take care of you.

At this moment, "Whoops——"

A ray of snow-white sword light passed through the hall, carrying a flickering cold light, which was cold and cold.

Inside the hall, frost crawled up the corners of the walls, covering the entire wall like whitewash. The dome above the head, studded with luminous pearls, was also frozen.

Suddenly it became dim, only the cold light reflected by the sword light revealed a vicious killing intent.

"what happened?!"

Those drunken monks were sobered up instantly by the cold wind of sword energy.

After looking around for a moment and catching a glimpse of an awe-inspiring sword light, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground with his tongue tied in knots. "Don't mess around with this, this, this sword!"

The scene suddenly changed. Xiao Yihe was well trained and subconsciously stood in front of Mo Xiaosheng.

He quickly picked up the sword on the table and drew the sharp sword with his left hand. Seeing that Mo Xiaosheng was about to pass him behind him, he frowned and warned: "Senior brother, don't walk around."

"Okay, okay, I listen to you, young master." Mo Xiaosheng paused when he heard this, rarely obedient.

Although Xiao Yihe is usually not serious, once this person calls him senior brother, it means that the situation is serious and he will not cause trouble.

Xiao Yihe straightened his lips, held his sword in a solemn manner, and stared closely at the sword flying in the hall.

I saw that the sword was extremely purposeful and very fast. It quickly turned into an afterimage, passed everyone present, and went straight to Wen in the high seat!

Everyone stared, holding their breath as they watched the sword rush towards the gentle Ghost Lord sitting on the seat.

Wen Liansheng's reaction was only half a beat too slow, and the sword was as ruthless as its owner, piercing Wen Liansheng's palm fiercely.

In an instant, the bones of the hand made a clicking sound, the bones were broken, and blood dripped.

Everyone present was surprised.

This sword is so powerful!

Even the Ghost Lord can't escape!

People were in panic, and some people were screaming and wanted to leave, because the strength of the people who came to steal the bride was really terrifying!

Wen Liansheng ignored the restlessness below. He frowned lightly and stared down at the broken bones of his hand. There was still a cold air in the middle of winter, and his eyes were deep.

It's time to come.

He should have expected that the damn Dragon Clan wouldn't let him go so easily.

He recalled that many years ago, when he and the dragon were fighting to the death, the dragon said viciously: "You can never take away my things."

Thinking of this, Wen repeatedly raised his other hand and pressed the bulging veins on his forehead, and his gentle expression was replaced by a ferocious one.

Why is it like this every time!

Why is it that he is snatched away by the dragon every time even though he is his?

Why! ! !

He is not willing!

This unwilling jealousy was like a huge poisonous snake that had entangled him for nearly a hundred years, strangled his neck so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Wen Liansheng put down his hand.

He looked at the two figures walking in outside the hall, and suddenly let out a strange laugh, with a terrifying smile.

When Wen Liansheng saw Qi Han again, he was a little surprised. The other person actually put on ice scarf and blindfolded his eyes.

Wen said continuously: "Should I say, long time no see?"

Qi Hanzhi almost instantly remembered who this man was.

His former enemy, Qi Hanzhi, when he was still in Longcheng, wished he could be crushed to pieces.

I studied how to poison and kill this person all day long, but "that person" wouldn't let me do it at that time.

Qi Hanzhi has always felt that it is unnecessary to reminisce about the past. After all, such a hypocritical thing is just nonsense no matter how much it is said.

It would be enough for him to kill this ghost himself.

"I think it's best not to see him again." After saying this, Qi Hanzhi drew his sword to attack Wen Liansheng.

His sword carries overwhelming killing intent, and every move is fatal. If you are not careful, you will become a dead soul under the sword, and your soul will be scattered.

When gods fight, it is inevitable that the fish in the pond will suffer.

There was chaos in the palace, and people were trampling on each other.

The weaker ones are very self-aware and pack up their things early, wishing they could step on the wind and fly back to their hometown immediately.

Xie Xingchen, on the other hand, sat calmly on the table.

Under Qi Hanzhi's coercion and inducement, he had already changed his clothes, but the clothes were a little too big and he had to roll up his sleeves to reveal his hands.

Really hungry, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and prepared to eat something to fill his stomach.

Before he could pick up a piece of meat, someone soon slapped his hand away. The monk from unknown sect said anxiously: "Fellow Taoist, are you still in the mood to eat? The bride-stealers are all fighting with the Ghost Lord."

Xie Xingchen said calmly, "So?"

The fellow Taoist was angry at him for being stupid, "Aren't you afraid that the sword light has no eyes and will swing it at your neck in the next second?"

"If it weren't for your good looks, I wouldn't be so kind as to tell you."

Xie Xingchen: "Thank you for your kind reminder, but I'm hungry now. The sky is huge and filling my stomach is the most important thing."

"You!!" The fellow Taoist was furious. He didn't expect that this man was good-looking but mentally ill!

Xie Xingchen finally picked up a chopstick of food and stuffed it into his mouth, which was bulging.

Seeing that fellow Taoist was angry, he pointed at the snow-white figure and said in a vague voice, "Do you know who that is?"

Seeing the murderous look on his face, the fellow Taoist was so frightened that he didn't know who it was, so he asked, "Who?"

Xie Xingchen swallowed the food in his mouth. It was too salty. He drank another cup of tea, wiped his mouth and said slowly: "My master."

Fellow Taoist looked like he didn't believe it.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xie Xingchen said, "Really, the person who stole the bride is my master, the Venerable Yulun Sect, Qi Hanzhi."

Taoist friends have heard of the Yulun Sect, a large sect that once enjoyed a short period of glory, but is now in decline.

Fellow Taoist was dubious, but more out of curiosity, he asked: "Then why is your master so confused and trying to steal the bride? Could it be that the bride is your master's wife?"

Hearing the word "Master's Wife", Xie Xingchen choked twice on his tea and almost choked himself to death.

Xie Xingchen found it difficult to answer this question. He was quite embarrassed: "No, the bride is not the master's wife. If I say, then the bride is me... do you believe it?"

The fellow Taoist rolled his eyes when he heard his crazy speech, thinking that he was indeed a beautiful fool.

Xie Xingchen: "..."

These days, why is it that no one believes the truth?

I feel so wronged and want to cry.

Before Xie Xingchen could burst into tears, Mo Xiaosheng waved to him across the crowded crowd and said excitedly: "Thank you, junior brother!"

"Brother Mo!"

Xie Xingchen also cried with joy when he saw Mo Xiaosheng.

Sure enough, a close relationship is not as good as a close relationship, and a close relationship is not as good as a superficial relationship.

Even though Senior Brother Jiang is his own senior brother, he still thinks that Senior Brother Mo is a nicer person. Not only is he kind, but most importantly, he has a lot of money.

As soon as he saw Xie Xingchen, Mo Xiaosheng behind him couldn't hold it any longer and jumped to Xie Xingchen's side like a mouse, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Yihe was so angry that his teeth itched and he looked at Xie Xingchen with murderous eyes.

Xie Xingchen: "..."

No, how come this can also be shot?