Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

Shen Qingwei, who stabbed Li Peijun to death in front of many people, didn't think there was anything wrong.

She even kicked the body of the person who fell on the ground from upstairs to downstairs.

Someone recognized Li Peijun's identity, and the surrounding environment suddenly became very silent.

I don't know who was the first to stand up and tiptoe out of the inn, then the second, and the third.

In the end, even the innkeeper and the waiter didn't know where they went.

Shen Qingwei sat down in front of Zhao Xingyue, she still had a smile on her face, "Senior, what shall we have for dinner tonight? I heard that the roast duck in Chengnan is very delicious, do you want to try it?"

Zhao Xingyue took a sip of tea, "I'm afraid we won't be able to have dinner today."

Even if she didn't know Li Peijun's identity, she still realized what level of person Shen Qingwei had killed from the reactions of everyone present.

The Demon Realm is no different than the Realm of Cultivation. Killing people at will is easy to attract the help of other monks. In this place, death is dead, and it is already a very high moral bottom line if you don't fall into a well and touch the corpse and pick up your clothes.

If only ordinary people died, what happened at this time should be that the boss silently dragged away the corpse, and everyone should eat and drink, chatting and laughing so as not to delay.

Now that the people in the inn have left so cleanly, it can only be said that they may have to wait for a round of not-so-low revenge.

Shen Qingwei was about to say something, when the door of the inn was kicked in suddenly, smashed on the pillar, and the debris was scattered everywhere.

At the same time, a murderous aura surged in.

"It's here, it's here!" With a doggy voice, a middle-aged man with half black and half white hair came in. He sat on the two women sitting on the second floor with a loose posture.

"Elder Yidao, it was these two women, the young master was stabbed to death by that woman in black."

Sweeping across Shen Qingwei, Elder Yidao's pupils shrank after seeing Shen Qingwei's blood-dripping sword.

He clasped his fists and said: "Dare to ask the two fellow Taoists, but the real He Fang, why do you seldom take the initiative to me?"

No wonder he lowered his posture, Shen Qingwei's sword was still dripping with blood, besides the blood of her ineffective dandy young master, there was obviously the bloody smell of Daoist Yuan Ying.

Zhao Xingyue watched coldly, without saying a word. Shen Qingwei sneered, "It's just a dog that barks at people. If you kill it, you will kill it. Do you need a reason?"

"you--"

Before she finished speaking, Shen Qingwei's sword had already stabbed in his direction.

Zhao Xingyue picked up the teacup, her eyebrows furrowed undetectably.

Shen Qingwei's patience dwindled.

She brought Shen Qingwei to the Devil Realm with the intention of using the monks here to improve Shen Qingwei's combat effectiveness, but it was not to train Shen Qingwei to become a bloodthirsty person.

Even when Shen Qingwei came to pick a mountain, she would deliberately emphasize that below the golden core stage, unless she was attacked, she was not allowed to kill indiscriminately.

It's not that there are any good people in the Demon Realm, it's just that monks below the golden core stage often have low cultivation bases and do not do much evil, and killing themselves will cause damage to their own karma. The avenues are almost all paved with bones. Killing such a person is equivalent to doing justice for the sky and eliminating harm for the people. The benefits always outweigh the disadvantages.

Naturally, the battle between two Nascent Soul stage monks could not be in a city. I am afraid that with one move, half of a city will be cut off.

Shen Qingwei did not regret that she killed Li Peijun in a fit of rage, but she was not stupid, she would not rashly offend a city or the lord of a city in the Demon Realm.

After all, the Demon Realm is not like the Realm of Cultivation. One can be a good city lord with a foundation-building stage cultivation base. Without enough strength to support it, it is impossible to stabilize the gang of lawless people in the city.

This is also the reason why there are few cities in the Demon Realm, but each of them is very large, often one city is as big as a dozen or so in the Cultivation Realm.

The power of the monks belonging to the Nascent Soul stage was like waves, layer upon layer. Everyone who wanted to watch the show turned pale instantly. Even though Zhao Xingyue and Yi Dao continued to rise, the majestic power still made everyone breathe. In a hurry, those who were a little weaker were even crushed to the ground, their knees made intimate contact with the stone floor, and blood gurgled out from their broken knees.

The battle between Yuanying real people ended with Shen Qingwei piercing through the heart with a sword, and Yuanying floated leisurely out of his body.

One knife is not a magic repair.

At least not a pure magic cultivator.

As a Taoist cultivator, Shen Qingwei is still very sensitive to demonic cultivators, except that the real person like Yong'an used some method to hide the devilish and hostile energy in his body tightly without leaking even a fox's tail. No matter how much most of the magic cultivators control, the aura that does not belong to the righteous way will naturally come out.

One knife makes a difference.

"Are you a Daoist?" Shen Qingwei withdrew her sword and let Yidao's body fall to the ground, her eyes fell on the Nascent Soul in the air.

With a single knife, he said, "Thank you fellow daoist for not killing me."

Shen Qingwei: "It's you who didn't act murderous."

When the sword came, it was fierce, but when it was a real sword and gun, it lost the previous murderous aura.

Shen Qingwei was puzzled, but she didn't put any water in her hand. She should be hit as she should, and she was killed. It wasn't until the knife sent her heart to the tip of her sword that she realized it.

Shen Qingwei didn't ask why the other party was such an idiot as a Taoist cultivator since he was a Taoist cultivator.

There are not a few people who practice Taoism and become demons, and there is even a special school in the demon world called Taoism. Of course, these people are not referring to the group of idiots who can’t practice Taoism and turn to demons, but the group of Taoists who have to cultivate demons after the demons enter the body. Boss, all of them have powerful force values. After being possessed by demons, the three views of morality are unstable and online.

"You go."

After being put on the horse, joy flashed across the face of Yi Dao, the little Nascent Soul clasped his fists and said: "Fellow Daoist, the person you killed today is the son of Li Xuanqu, the master of Mad Saber Hall. Although he is not the only son, you fell into his hands." Save face, I'm afraid he won't let you go."

Shen Qingwei nodded, "Thank you."

Yidao's body was shattered into minced meat when it hit the ground, and Shen Qingwei came after him, and burned it up before everyone surrounded him.

The monk's flesh and blood contained energy, if she was left alone, the nearby people who were watching her would probably eat it up.

The cultivation base above Daoist Yuan Ying is not restricted by the forbidden space in the city. When Shen Qingwei landed, the expressions of the people around him changed, for fear that she would give him a sword.

Zhao Xingyue came out from the inn, glanced at the black ash on the ground, narrowed her eyes, turned to look at Shen Qingwei, and said softly to her, "Let's go."

It was only then that everyone realized that another woman, who looked weak and weak, had been sitting firmly in the inn from the beginning to the end, without moving a bit.

On the other hand, the monks who were still kneeling on the ground holding their shattered knees and mourning because they got too close, their foreheads were covered with cold sweat. Compared with the powerful Shen Qingwei, Zhao Xingyue, who was indifferent .

In front of Zhao Xingyue, Shen Qingwei restrained her hostility in an instant.

She leaned forward obediently, stood side by side with her, and asked in a low voice, "I've dealt with all the faultfinders. Shall we go to the south of the city to eat roast duck?"

Zhao Xingyue glanced at her with a half-smile, "Let's go."

The name of the restaurant in the south of the city is Roast Duck. As soon as Zhao Xingyue and Shen Qingwei entered, the boss politely led them into the box.

This is the real Nascent Soul!

Just slaughtered Li Kuangdao's son and his subordinate Daoist Yuanying on the street!

Zhao Xingyue saw the boss's expression in his eyes. In this world, news always spreads the fastest.

Shen Qingwei acted flattering in front of her, so she pretended not to know anything and followed into the box.

Food and people come at the same time.

An invitation card with a black background and red patterns, gorgeous and bloody, put it on the tip of the nose and sniff it, as if you can still smell a bloody smell.

"My master invites two real people to come and sit down."

Shen Qingwei accepted the invitation, put it on the side of the table, didn't look at it again, picked up a dish with chopsticks for Zhao Xingyue, and said courteously: "Senior, would you like to try this?"

The guests didn't panic, and when they lowered their eyes, they acted as if they hadn't seen anything.

Zhao Xingyue, who was used as a gun, raised her brows and hooked her fingers at Shen Qingwei. The latter leaned forward and was gently pinched by the chin.

"What did I say?"

"Be obedient."

"Ok?"

The woman's voice was cold, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and there was a smile that couldn't be hidden between her brows and eyes.

The evening sun illuminated half of her cheeks, and the red glow was reflected in her eyes, and the bright colors flowed with this smile.

Shen Qingwei's heart started beating wildly without warning.

She swallowed her saliva, as if being bewitched, she asked for a small kiss on the soft lips.

The person who was going to blush before being overwhelmed, after taking the initiative to kiss, his expression was extremely calm, and his face was full of piety, as if he was kissing a god.

Zhao Xingyue was stunned at first, then a smile spread on her face.

She took the initiative to kiss Shen Qingwei back: "Good boy."

Shen Qingwei, who was still extremely calm a moment ago, turned red instantly like a scalded kettle, only missing the smoke coming out of her two ear holes.

All Jindan cultivators Yuanying real people have turned into asses, only their faces are red.

For being used as a gun by Shen Qingwei, Zhao Xingyue was not at all unhappy, and the strange feeling in her heart caused by Shen Qingwei's killing of Li Peijun, on the contrary, faded a lot.

She had a feeling in her heart, oh, so it was like this.

Although she didn't know what Shen Qingwei was going to do, she still couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that my family had grown up.

Following the people who came to deliver the invitation all the way to the City Lord's Mansion, Zhao Xingyue knew what Shen Qingwei was drawing.

"The once-in-ten-year battle for the Demon City is about to begin. I wonder if the two of you are willing to fight on my behalf for the Crazy Demon City?"

"As long as the two of you are willing, today's matter is not a matter. Hall Master Crazy Saber has me to explain for you. Presumably Hall Master Mad Saber is more willing to get acquainted with two talents than a son who is useless."

"I don't know how to call you two?"