Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

After spending two days enjoying themselves in Kyoto, the country of Dongwen, Song Qiao's men controlled by bees sent news that the canyon where she had left the country welcomed the Dao Lord of Zhongzhou.

The Kingdom of Dongwen sent a national advisor to greet him, and Song Qiao blended in with the advancing team, making him inconspicuous.

At the canyon, the corpses had been disposed of, and when the group arrived, the Dao Lord of Zhongzhou was already there.

Song Qiao saw the Tao Lord at a glance. Only the Golden Immortal was qualified to call the Tao Lord. The person who came was a rather handsome young man. There was no need to look at age for those above the Immortal level, which was meaningless to them.

Behind Mr. Dao were four juniors who had not yet ascended, three men and one woman, all wearing uniforms and looking a little ugly. Obviously, the previous tragedy in the canyon stimulated them.

"I've seen the Taoist Lord of Siam!" The national master took the lead and bowed down to pay homage.

Song Qiao followed the crowd and bowed down, guessing in his mind which sect this Siamese Taoist Lord belonged to. Central Continent is too big. Putting aside the forces under the top lords of the throne, there are so many local Immortal Cultivating Sects. In addition to the Xuantian Sect, there are two or three super-grade sects, and none of them lacks Golden Immortal-level Taoists. Jun.

"Tell me what you know about the situation." Siam Taoist Lord asked, his attitude could not be said to be arrogant, just a little cold.

The Imperial Master did not dare to hide anything and told everything in detail.

After listening, Taojun Siam did not directly answer his opinion, but asked a few people behind him.

"Wen Tao, what do you think?"

The man standing first behind Siam Taoist Master respectfully replied: "Returning to Master, I think it must be the evil magic of the devil's sect."

"Ning'an, what do you think?" Siam continued to ask without comment.

The only woman was pretty and pretty, with a delicate little mole on the bridge of her nose. She was not as respectful as her senior brother, but very lively. "I think she should be from the demon clan. There is Yue Guang in the demon clan who is good at illusions." Die, they may have fallen into an illusion and killed each other.”

Song Qiao raised her eyebrows. This little girl is quite sensitive.

Siamese Taoist Lord smiled slightly, and there was a Bagua Mirror in the palm of his hand. He threw it casually, and the Bagua Mirror flew into the air, emitting a dazzling beam of light, shining towards the cracks in the canyon, and then along the cracks, shining through the cracks bit by bit. The whole audience.

"There is no demonic energy, and there is no demonic energy." Siam Taoist Lord murmured, stretched out his hand, and the Bagua Mirror flew back.

"This case is a bit bizarre. Perhaps only Monk Xumi of Daleiyin Temple can look back in time and space to see the truth." Siam Taoist Master's expression became much colder. He came here in person, but could not find the murderer. He couldn't help feeling suffocated.

The Imperial Master lowered his head in fear, "How dare I bother you, Master? This case involves the Kuimu Sect. I hope Dao Lord can tell them the truth and not vent his anger on the small country."

The girl who was called Ning'an frowned when she heard this, "You don't have to tell me! My master will definitely not sit idly by and ignore it. Kuimu Sect is nothing. In front of our Qingxu Temple, he..."

"Ning'an, please don't say a few words. I have collected the situation here into the image stone. After returning to the Immortal Alliance, I will naturally make arrangements." Siam Daojun said calmly.

He glanced at the people behind the Imperial Master, and felt vaguely strange in his heart. He had clearly felt a kind of peeping just now, but he still couldn't find a clue.

"Master?" Wen Tao asked in a low voice, noticing something was wrong in his master's expression.

"Let's go." Siam Taoist Lord lowered his eyes, waved his sleeves, rolled up the four people, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the sky.

Song Qiao narrowed his eyes, still lowering his head cautiously, standing in the crowd, feeling a little emotional about the sensitivity of this Siamese Taoist. He is worthy of being a Golden Immortal-level figure, much better than that True Lord Mu Hai.

Perhaps, among the immortals, that True Lord Mu Hai is also a parallel importer.

Following the Imperial Master's departure, the group embarked on the flying boat back to Kyoto.

No one noticed that after the flying boat, the True King of Siam, who had already left, was hiding his figure and following closely behind.

Back in Kyoto, the Imperial Preceptor went to resume his duties with the emperor, while the others dispersed.

"Master, what are we going to do?" Hidden in the sky, Ning An curiously asked the True Lord of Siam.

"My feeling is not wrong. Someone is spying on me here, and he may be the murderer behind the scenes." The True Lord of Siam said coldly.

Under his spiritual thoughts, everyone present was 'watched' by him. And right under his nose, from dawn to dusk, he didn't see anything unusual.

Once again, nothing was found. The true king of Siam's face was as black as carbon, but he could not stay here forever, so he handed over the task of keeping an eye on these people to his two apprentices, and left East Brunei with his two other apprentice nephews.

But Song Qiao, who had once again embarrassed Siam, had already returned to the inn where he lived without anyone noticing.

What a joke, is her illusion so easy to see through? In addition, the person she replaced was a subordinate of the swarm control, so it was even more foolproof.

Leaning by the window, Song Qiao looked at the bustling streets under the moonlight and took a lonely sip of wine.

But soon, she saw an interesting scene.

During the day, the pretty girl in blue, the young apprentice of Siamese Taoist Lord, was wandering on the street with her senior brother named Wen Tao.

She ate while walking, wanting to touch some and see others. Wen Tao followed her, completely reduced to a humanoid hanging machine.

Looking at that scene, Song Qiao thought of Haili who was far away in another dimension. She wondered how that little potato was doing now. Did she find out that she actually liked Nineteen, and did she have the courage to confess to Nineteen?

While she was lost in thought, a purple butterfly crossed the window sill, fluttered and landed on her ear.

Her men have found out the Demon Realm's power on Huaishang Island.

The most powerful country on Huaishang Island is Zhongshan State.

Song Qiao put down the wine bottle, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned into a butterfly, and disappeared gracefully.

Ning An looked up at the moon and happened to see a purple butterfly flying under the moon. She stayed where she was and grabbed Wen Tao's arm, "Brother!!! Butterfly!! Butterfly!!!"

Wen Tao rolled his eyes, "What's so great about butterflies, haven't you seen them?"

Ning An was so anxious that he had no time to explain. He made a hand seal and the next second, he flew up in the wind and chased the butterfly.

"Hey! Wait for me!!"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone in Kyoto, the two flew away from the capital one after the other.

It's a pity that their strength couldn't catch up with the butterfly at all, and they finally landed on a mountain. Ning An jumped up and down in anger, "It's all your fault! I reminded you and you still ask! Ask!! That might be the Moonlight Butterfly. !murderer!!"

Wen Tao frowned, "If it is really the Moonlight Butterfly, we will die if we catch it. Don't forget that it can kill True Lord Mu Hai!"

Ning An put away his excitement and said, "You are right, you should report it to Master first."

Not paying attention to those two people at all, Song Qiao quickly arrived at Zhongshan Kingdom. One of the largest forces in the Demon Realm, the Demon Palace's branch on Huaishang Island is located here.

Transformed into a human form, Song Qiao looked at the domineering building located on the top of the mountain and slightly curled his lips.