The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

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Wen Xuechen stared at his face, and smiled sarcastically: "Go to Fengling Mountain and wait. He will come. However, if Meng Chongguang comes with him, you have to be careful."

"Meng Chongguang?" Hearing this name, Jiuzhideng's expression turned pale, but his eyes also contained sarcasm, "I know him, and I know the senior brother. Meng Chongguang will never allow the senior brother to come, and the senior brother will definitely come. Therefore, the two of them will never come back at the same time."

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The night in Fengling is so quiet, the katydids humming lowly, the stinging stinging of the scorpion, it makes people's ears itchy for no reason, their sound is peaceful, as if the life, death and destruction of this world have nothing to do with it.

At the southwest gate, two demonic disciples guarded the door with guns in hand. When they were chatting about some gossip, one of them suddenly let out a gasp and felt itchy on his neck, so he stretched out his hand to scratch it.

As soon as he raised his hand, the person opposite opened his eyes wide and stared at him, with a look of horror and horror in his eyes.

He wanted to ask his companion what he saw, but the sound from his throat was no longer a human voice, but the sound of sticky blood splattering.

——A folding fan flashed across the sky, pierced his neck, and slit the throat of another person in the shape of a fan, before flying back to the dark place among the trees.

A young man in plain clothes walked out of the shadows, his right hand was hidden between the sleeves of his robe that were blown like waves by the wind, and the folding fan he received with his left hand had turned into a sharp edge, he held it behind his back, behind.

The remaining blood on the sword body was still wet, and round blood beads slowly dripped down the sword body.

Without saying a word, Xu Xing stepped out of the dark place and walked towards the mountain gate.

The katydid's chirping stopped suddenly, and the wind and leaves all around were quiet.

He didn't need to communicate, nor did he need to shout and declare war.

The Nascent Soul spiritual pressure spread out like a black cloud over the city, covering the entire Fengling Mountain silently, and the signal sent was only one-hearted:

— Let the nine lamps get out.