After dressing up as a woman, I was mistakenly married by the Mozun

Hearing the words of the woman in the green skirt, everyone was puzzled.

There were also those who dared to refute the woman in the green skirt: "Don't talk nonsense here! If something happens to the saint, we... the gods and the Nine Immortals will not let you go!"

"That's right! You are disrespectful to the saint, and you will be punished by heaven! Put away your sorcery..."

Hearing the words from the crowd, the woman in the green dress narrowed her eyes slightly. Although there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth, her voice was full of displeasure, "Oh? You are still protecting her?"

Someone immediately reprimanded: "She is the Holy Maiden, so we naturally protect her! If the Holy Maiden suffers any harm, I'm afraid... I'm afraid the gods will even anger us..."

"Pfft," the woman in the green dress suddenly sneered, and everyone couldn't understand what she meant. They only heard the woman in the green dress say, "After all, you protect her just because she is a saint?"

A low-level immortal cultivator heard the deep meaning in her words, and became suspicious: "You witch, what are you trying to say?!"

The woman in the green skirt said: "You are holding her like this, but because the Nine Immortals School told you that she is a saint. Then if..."

"what if?"

The woman in the green dress raised her eyebrows, she was indescribably charming, "If she is not a saint, what should you do?"

The words of the woman in the green skirt were thrown into the crowd like a thunderbolt, and a single stone stirred up thousands of waves. The expressions on everyone's faces were completely different.Doubtful, flustered, angry...

The woman in the green dress casually played with her fingertips that were dyed bright red, and continued her deceptive speech, "Let me guess, will you kill her in a fit of anger? Or will you be afraid that the Nine Immortals will find you?" Are you afraid to do anything? Or..."

A low-ranking immortal cultivator couldn't bear it anymore, drew the sword out of its sheath in his hand, and glared angrily at the woman in the green dress who regarded them as nothing, "Demonic words! You think we will really believe your nonsense! "

Others also echoed, how could they believe what a flirtatious woman said without distrusting the saint.

Hearing the noisy shouting and asking, the smile on the woman's face in the green skirt gradually cooled down, and the corners of her mouth no longer curled up. She really felt the vigorous anger.A bone-chilling wind swept across the crowd, and the crowd fell silent for an instant.

I only heard the voice of the woman in the green dress sound as cold as porcelain, "Tsk tsk tsk, I finally had the patience to tell the truth to you idiots, but I didn't appreciate it. Look at you like this... I really want what you say You believe it when the "Saint" tells you with her own mouth, right? "

Whispering voices came from the crowd, and someone boldly shouted to the roof: "Then you let go of the Holy Maiden, so that we can listen to her!"

The woman in the green skirt sneered, laughing nakedly at his stupidity.

Suddenly, as soon as she raised her hand, an invisible gust of wind hit the person lying on the ground.The chest was visibly sunken, and the severed robe was lifted into the air with blood, and fell heavily again.

When Tang Du opened his mouth, uncontrollable blood gushed out from his mouth.He had almost seen the world of white light after death, but his sanity was forcibly drawn back to the dilapidated alley, the cold floor tiles, and the gaze of the people he deceived.

The blood in the internal organs was almost gone, and the woman in the green skirt smiled and said, "Oh, can you talk? Then you come and tell these idiots yourself, are you a real saint or a fake?"

Tang Du lowered his eyelashes and was almost motionless, making one suspect that the "Holy Maiden" had died here.But the faint trembling of eyelashes and the almost invisible rise and fall of his chest still tell people that he is still awake.

But Tang Du didn't respond to the question raised by the woman in the green skirt as if he hadn't heard anything.

The woman in the green skirt seemed to have expected that he would not answer, but she was not annoyed, and smiled and changed the way of asking: "It seems that you dare not tell yourself that you are a liar. Well, let me ask you." , you only need to nod your head to prove your innocence."

"Then——if you are a real saint, you should nod your head. You haven't run out of strength yet, so you can move your head a little bit, right? If you don't nod, then you admit that you are a fake?"

As soon as the woman in the green dress finished speaking, Tang Du's eyes widened suddenly, and he scratched a few times on the bricks and stones, but only grabbed the blood-stained sleeves of his clothes, and there was a burst of tearing in his throat. sound.

Tang Du grasped the sleeve of the clothes with all his might, the veins in his hands stretched out, but his head was as heavy as ten thousand catties, and he couldn't move it no matter what.

He could keep silent when the woman in the green skirt questioned him, but he couldn't take the initiative to continue lying to the civilians in Gudu Prefecture who had enshrined him.

The crowd watching all this was skeptical at first, but when they saw the reaction of the "Saint", they couldn't help but turn pale with shock, as if they had lost their backbone.

Before, he was plausibly denouncing the woman in the green skirt, but now his voice became less and less and weaker, and in the end, there was a deathly silence.

Tang Du was relieved, as if he had finally waited for the final ending of the play, his pupils that had begun to slacken calmly looked at the increasingly narrow sky.Without the protection of spiritual power, this mortal body finally came to an end under heavy trauma.

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After admiring the different expressions on the faces of the group of "idiots" and the dying scene of the person who "stealed" her things, the woman in the green skirt seemed to be finally satisfied.There was a slack smile on his face, as if he had had enough entertainment.

Suddenly, she sniffed her nose vigorously and smelled a powerful smell of spiritual power that she hated, "It's those bad old men from the Nine Immortals Sect." The woman in the green skirt said to herself.

Although she claims to have profound cultivation, she still dare not directly confront the elders of the Nine Immortals Sect—not to mention the half-step ascended immortal.

The woman in the green skirt decided to leave, but when she turned to leave, she was suddenly stopped by someone.

The woman in the green skirt looked back, she was a plain middle-aged man.The middle-aged man asked: "Then you know, who is the real saint?"

The woman in the green skirt suddenly remembered that she hadn't told these idiots the most important and most important thing. She raised her eyebrows and smiled, as charming as a delicate flower, "The real saint is me."

"My name is Lulian, not Dutang."

After all, seeing the flash of spiritual light in the distance, the woman in the green skirt leaped over the city wall of Gudu Prefecture without looking back, and disappeared into the remote wilderness in an instant.

At this moment, when everyone was attracted by the Nine Immortals who rushed to the scene, Tang Du's chest, which had been calm for a long time, suddenly pulsated.

A golden parrot-like bird emerged from his neckline.

There are conspicuous red marks interspersed with golden feathers, and there are obvious wounds on the bird's claws and beak.

Xiao Jin stepped on Tang Du's chest and walked a few steps, his steps were a little limp.It touched the cold cheek beneath it with its beak, but there was no response.

It didn't continue to make unnecessary attempts, and after a few steps, it flapped its wings and dropped a few long golden feathers. The little parrot flew into the air and disappeared in Gudu Prefecture.

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In the largest hall of the Nine Immortals Sect, the atmosphere was solemn.The expressions on everyone's faces were either dignified or shocked.

Xie Zizhu, Wei Daan and others stood guard at the door, their eyes were red.

And the voice of the elders in the temple came out clearly.

"It's hopeless... It's definitely hopeless... The spirit core has been shattered... Sigh!"

"It's just that the spirit core is broken. The problem is that he has suffered such a serious injury. Without spiritual power to protect him, he can't save his life just by hanging with these fairy grasses!"

"Where did that eccentric woman come from? How can you say that she is a saint! Although...although our Nine Immortals have failed the world in order to take care of the overall situation of the saint...but if the real Saintess, how could she be so arbitrarily murderous! It must be a witch who caressing about human life!"

"It's too late to say whether she is a saint or a witch, now..."

Amidst the arguments among the elders, Qingying Xianzun's voice was spotless, and he said, "The injury is too serious. With the strength of our Nine Immortals Sect, we can only hang our lives for a moment. Unless, you can Find a piece of spiritual core, and make up for the one he broke."

As soon as these words came out, all the elders were stunned for a moment, and then felt that there was no way to recover from this matter. Elder She Ye said: "How can this be done... and there is no such thing as a spiritual core..."

Since ancient times, most of the immortal cultivators who died were in secluded places, and their spiritual cores would gradually return to heaven and earth.But if you want to get it from other people, it will save a life and kill another life, so it is absolutely impossible.

From this point of view, Qingying Xianzun's method can be described as whimsical and idiotic.

Seeing that things were no longer going to turn around, but Tang Du suffered this catastrophe because he obeyed the order of the Nine Immortals Sect and pretended to be a saint.

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祝大家和家人都平平安安健健康康的。感谢在2020-02-2502:50:57~2020-03-1103:57:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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