Really not a villain

"pay?"

Mu Jiangling was surprised, this seemingly vicious guy was willing to discuss with him?

That person doesn't speak, I don't know if he doesn't like to talk, or he doesn't bother to talk.

In short, the eyes were very indifferent, as if looking at an ant.

Mu Jiangling swallowed, and tightly clenched the dagger hidden behind his back.

The man seemed to have noticed his small movements, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and suddenly approached him, kicked the dagger that was about to move away, stepped on Mu Jiangling's right hand, put his two fingers on the carotid artery, and raised his eyebrows. Disdain.

Just after waking up, they were pinched and stepped on again, and the clay figurine was also very angry.

Mu Jiangling struggled for a while, and spat: "What do you really want? I can't pay for the fruit, so if you want to kill, just kill, don't talk nonsense."

As soon as the words fell, a sudden strong stimulation spread along the neck, the heart beat heavily in the chest cavity, an indescribable numbness rushed from the limbs to the top of the head, the brain was blown, and the ears were buzzing .

For a moment, Mu Jiangling thought he was dead, and when he came back to his senses, he trembled violently: "This, what is this?"

The man withdrew his finger and took a step back: "You have my blood in your body, so you can't kill me."

With a thoughtless sentence thrown down, Mu Jiangling's mind turned like a revolving door to a bloody drama, and then fell into a daze like a thunderbolt: "Blood?"

"Ah."

Well you big headed ghost!

After being in a mess for a while, he finally found his head, and managed to smooth out the causal relationship between the inside and outside of the words, and couldn't help but quietly glanced at the bare grass stalk that had no fruit.

This fruit grew after being watered with blood, and he ate it in a daze, and the blood absorbed by the fruit was naturally brought into his body.It's just that he didn't know what kind of blood it was, but it was so weird that he couldn't kill himself.

Thinking of this, Mu Jiangling's mind became active again, thinking about how to get out.

The man saw his thoughts and said, "It's just that I can't kill you with my own hands."

Mu Jiangling was terrified all of a sudden, he was terrified from head to toe, tears streaming down his face: Don't bring such surprises, sudden ups and downs to scare people!

So, with a sense of generosity to die, he asked again seriously: "What exactly do you want?"

"do not know."

Oh, there is a play.

Mu Jiangling tried hard to negotiate: "Why don't you just let me go, big brother?"

The aura around that person was as cold as snow in winter: "No."

Mu Jiangling: "Then what do you want???"

Silence, silence.

There was a tinge of noise in the silence.

"...The movement is over there! Hurry up!"

really!Someone came to the bottom of the cliff to search for him!I was obviously washed by the stream to such a place where I couldn't find it even with a lantern. I was unlucky to meet a person who shook the ground with a punch!

Mu Jiangling couldn't care less about the covetous guy next to him, so he jumped up, grabbed a few stones and stuffed them in the gaps between the broken stones, completely blocking the collapsed stone wall, and then he didn't know where the courage came from, Ignoring the man's cold, scumbag eyes, he bravely covered his mouth, and begged in a low voice: "Shut up! You can pay whatever you want in the future!"

The current position is really embarrassing.

The man was pressed against the wall, and Mu Jiangling covered his mouth. Because he was too high, he had to stand on tiptoe slightly, with half of his body weight on him, and he could see those amber eyes as soon as he looked up. , the cold light flowed like glass beads, and the agate earrings next to it flickered and touched the wrist, which was icy cold.

When he got close, Mu Jiangling felt that the slender vertical pupils were really penetrating. If he was stared at for a while, it would be difficult not to have nightmares at night.

The momentum in those pupils was too strong, he moved uncomfortably, and decided to say something to ease the atmosphere: "Brother, what's your name?"

no response.

Mu Jiangling thought it was because his voice was too low, but on second thought, it was normal for him to ignore him. How could a guy who wrote "Don't get close to strangers" from beginning to end answer such a question?

The atmosphere became more embarrassing, and there was even more oppression in the silence.

Mu Jiangling's legs were a little weak, and his heart felt weak. He always felt that the person in front of him would throw him away and beat him to a pulp in the next moment, although he couldn't do anything to him - if he could, I'm afraid his little life would have been gone long ago.

"Ying Chen."

"Ah?" Mu Jiangling suspected that he was hallucinating.

But the itchy feeling in his palm told Mu Jiangling clearly that he had indeed spoken just now.

This is very scary.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Sure enough, Ying Chen gently raised his hand and pushed, Mu Jiangling could no longer maintain such a suppressed posture, and could only watch helplessly as he walked unhurriedly to the side of the broken stone wall, raised his foot—— Kick!

"Crash!"

This is good, even the stones have been cleaned up.

"There is someone here! Someone has come out!"

"Don't let him run away!"

Mu Jiangling was in the cave, watching Ying Chen walk out step by step on the gravel, he couldn't help covering his eyes.

If they accidentally injured this elder brother, the end would be extremely miserable.

…………

The imagined tragedy did not happen.

Before Yingchen appeared, his aura came first, and as soon as the icy aura came out, no one outside dared to make a move, let alone greet him with weapons.Once again, to provoke such a guy who is not easy to get along with at first sight is simply boring.

I saw him strolling through the crowd, walked to the tree not far away, leaned up, folded his arms, and said coolly: "The person is inside."

Your uncle! ! !

Mu Jiangling wished he could strangle him to death, then dismember him into pieces and throw them into the stream to feed the fish.

Thinking about what that guy said just now, "I just can't kill you with my own hands", I feel a toothache. He has no intention of letting me go at all!

However, this stone cave has no second exit except for the underwater secret passage when we came here.

Mu Jiangling sighed helplessly, checked his arms and legs, the wounds and bruises had already been healed by the Sanqing fruit, but—the clothes were torn and he didn't want to see anyone.

In fact, he's a bit of a clean freak.

Although it is not very serious, it has almost worn out in this year.

But it is still unbearable to appear in front of people in such shabby clothes.

... Anyway, those people are going to die.

Mu Jiangling hesitated for a moment, picked up the dagger and wiped it, stepped on the pile of rubble, and appeared at the entrance of the cave against the faint morning light.

The mountain wind in the morning is always cold, blowing away the hair that fell on Mu Jiangling's face.

The headband that tied the hair has long since disappeared, the loose hair fluttering in the wind is quite wild, and there is a blood stain on the corner of the eye, holding a short dagger, and the clothes are loose, and everyone is shocked. All shocked.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

Dead silence.

Finally, someone tremblingly shouted: "Mu, Mu Jiangling! You have committed many evil deeds, Zhongnan Qingyuntai has issued a wanted arrest to the entire cultivation world, and you will be arrested if you don't let go!"

"It's Qingyun Terrace again?" Mu Jiangling walked down the rubble pile slowly, and sarcastically said, "Open Qingyun Terrace, shut up Qingyun Terrace, the head of the Twelve Immortal Gates is really amazing, and there are so many things in charge, what, others Are the people of Xianmen dead?"

The face of the person who spoke earlier turned green: "How dare you slander the fairy gate!?"

Mu Jiangling said: "You all come from a family of cultivators, so why are you acting like dogs to Qingyuntai?"

The young man's face was flushed with anger, and he was about to answer when he was stopped by a slightly older monk: "Don't talk nonsense with him, come on!"

"Oh?" Mu Jiangling narrowed his eyes, thinking that if I can't beat the guy next to me, I can't beat you?

Chaos, fighting, and bloodshed again, Mu Jiangling swayed slightly, swayed behind a monk, swiped hard on the neck, turned around and waved his hand to harvest another life, and even took away his treasure, killing and killing is like picking flowers Leaf-like ease.

The morning wind was blowing gently, but it couldn't dilute the killing at the entrance of the cave.

Mu Jiangling walked slowly among the corpses on the ground, and suddenly a blood-stained hand moved and grabbed his ankle firmly. The man's eyes were full of resentment: "Don't think that relying on... Cultivation...you can..."

Mu Jiangling stopped, threw the short sword he picked up into the man's temple with his backhand, and then continued to walk forward: "Sorry, Void Returning cultivators can really do whatever they want."

He went straight to Ying Chen and said coldly, "Satisfied?"

"You are not afraid of them."

"so what?"

Ying Chen seemed puzzled: "Then you still hide?"

"I don't like killing people." Mu Jiangling put the dagger back into his boots, the bloody smell all over his body made him feel extremely bad, "You either do it yourself, don't think about using people as gunmen."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Ying Chen frowned and said, "Where are you going?"

Mu Jiangling didn't turn his head back: "I want you to take care of it."

"You still owe me something."

Mu Jiangling stumbled, turned his head slowly, and stared at him incredulously, as if trying to poke a hole out of his face.

How could there be such a brazen person in the world? ? ?

"You just wanted my life, why should I pay you the fruit?"

"You said it yourself."

Mu Jiangling was dumbfounded.

Thinking about it again, he really didn't make a sound just now, and he asked him that question himself.

But but...

Does this even count? ? ? ?