A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

A look of hatred and shock.

The moment Bei Wan noticed this gaze, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of his gaze.

The crowd was mixed, and Zhiyou and the two had just taken the elixir, so their breath was disordered, and they couldn't be accurately identified by their breath alone.

Bei Wan didn't find out who it was for a while.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

The young boy immediately noticed something strange about her and asked aloud.

"Someone is looking at me with murderous intent."

When Bei Wan said the first half of the sentence, the young man's expression remained the same. When he heard the second sentence, his expression instantly became serious.

No one in this tribe has ever seen my sister.

What's more, my sister is still wearing a veil and her clothes have changed drastically. Who would recognize her? She still has murderous intent.

Bei Wan was talking while his eyes were still searching the position just now.

Zheli also looked over, and then saw three somewhat familiar figures in the mixed crowd.

Didn't these three people go to escort the two monk women?

and many more!

Monk woman.

A flash of killing intent flashed in Zheli's eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

He stood up slowly.

Bei Wan, who was sitting next to him, looked up at him and didn't know why he suddenly stood up.

With a harmless smile on his face, the young boy raised his finger behind him and said a little apologetically: "Sister, someone asked me to go and deal with the matter."

"Sister, just rest here for a while. I'll be back soon."

After saying that, the young boy left quickly.

It seems like something is really urgent.

Bei Wan watched the young boy leave, pursed his thin lips, and finally sat quietly in his position without moving.

It's just that she had such murderous intent just now. Could it be that it was really her illusion?

……

"Stop."

A cold and murderous voice sounded. Although it was still a little immature, it made the three guards escorting the female cultivator stop.

Zhiyou, who had not yet completely recovered her cultivation, felt a terrifying coldness coming from her, making her shiver.

"Little, little Master!"

"I've met the young master!"

The three guards quickly saluted the young boy walking in front of them.

Zhi Yao secretly raised his eyes and saw a silver-haired young man with an exquisite face and a silver-white dress embroidered with gold tangled branches slowly walking towards him.

The little boy is very handsome, especially his ice-blue eyes, which are unforgettable once you take a look at him.

It was also at this time that the young boy turned his eyes slightly and met Zhiyao's eyes.

At that moment, Zhi Yao felt a chill spreading down her back. The young boy looked at her as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Don't give it away, kill him."

Zheli's eyes retracted, and his voice was as cold as his face.

The three guards did not react for a moment.

No, just now the young master asked them not to kill these two monks and let them send them away.

Now, why did he suddenly appear and ask them to kill these two people?

"Yes!"

The leading guard responded quickly.

It doesn’t matter what the young master’s reasons are, just do it.

"No! Don't kill me! I have very important news to tell the young master! It's very important to the tribe!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the figure he saw just now flashed through Zhi Yao's mind.

Why, she is from the immortal world and will die when she comes to the demon world, but Bei Wan from the Cangyan Sect will be a guest of honor when she comes.

Why are you looking for a 15-year-old female cultivator who is in the middle stage of foundation building? Why are you looking for her instead of Bei Wan, who is younger and has better talent?

Why!

Don't you want to kill the monk?

Someone like her who poses no threat can be killed, so why should Bei Wan, who sneaked onto the high platform with ulterior motives, deserve to be killed even more?

Zheli stopped.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, his eyes were lowered and indifferent, and his voice was full of interest.

"Okay, tell me."

Zhi Yao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he suddenly had the possibility of survival again.

Not daring to delay, he said everything he wanted to say in one quick breath.

Zhiyao: "The person sitting next to the young master just now is a disciple of the Cangyan Sect in the world of immortality. He is young but has a very high level of cultivation. He will be a powerful enemy in the demon world in the future."

Zheli: Sister is indeed very powerful!

Zhi Yao: "Now that she appears here and hides her identity as a monk, she must have some plot against the tribe!"

Zheli: My sister might be interested in me now!

"Young Master, we need to execute her quickly! To prevent greater harm from happening."

Zheli nodded, seeming to think that what Zhiyao said made sense: "Well, it's time to solve it quickly. It's not much different from what I guessed."

Zhi Yao's eyes lit up and he felt that he might survive.

The next second, an ice blade ruthlessly penetrated her neck.

The pain suddenly came, and Zhi Yao looked at the young boy in front of him who was as delicate as a fairy child in disbelief.

Obviously just a moment ago, he said that Bei Wan should be dealt with.

The young boy seemed to have understood what she was thinking before she died, his voice was like frost, light and cold.

"No, who said that I want to deal with my sister? I'm talking about you..."

Her first step was wrong.

Zhi Yao's eyes revealed despair, but after seeing clearly the figure appearing behind the young boy, hysterical hatred broke out on his face.

"Zheli."

A familiar voice came behind him.

The young boy who had been calm and indifferent just now turned his head in a panic.

Then he saw Bei Wan, who should be sitting in the seat at this time, standing behind him, looking calmly at him and Zhi Yao and others next to him.

"Is this what you want to deal with?" she asked.

"elder sister……"

Zheli lowered his head slightly, feeling a little at a loss.

He thought it might be someone from the world of immortality, but he just didn't want to dirty his sister's hands.

Besides, what if my sister is kind-hearted and doesn't want to kill them.

After all, it was his sister who made the decision to let them go.

Otherwise, how could he take the initiative to pay attention to those monks who should have been executed?

Don't say anything to him, a monk's life is also his life.

If the demon race is caught in the human race, it will also suffer the same fate. This is almost an agreement.

Bei Wan looked at Zhi Yao, who had his neck pierced by the ice blade but had not died immediately.

"Zheli, you shouldn't have done anything."

The young boy's expression froze, a little uneasy, and he murmured softly: "But, she wants you to die, sister..."

"I know."

Bei Wan walked up to Zhi Yao and looked at Zhi Yao who could not speak but was still breathing.

"I've asked him to let you go, but why do you still see things you shouldn't see?"

Zhi Yao's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe that Bei Wan Club was so kind.