The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Jin Li looked around curiously, deduced Liu Ling's identity from a few words, and couldn't help but turn pale with shock: "Could this be—"

"This is the young master Liu Ling who ranks third against Dao, Qianren Mace." Xia Zhitao explained, "I met once in Youzhou before."

Liu Ling twirled the slender blade in her hand and smiled to herself: "It's really a coincidence that the three of you ran into me."

Qian Ren's mace is notoriously cruel and heartless, and it is an existence that is extremely feared no matter what is right or wrong.But Liu Ling didn't seem to have any intention of hurting anyone, except that she threw the tributary arrow when they met, and her words were aggressive inside and out.

Jin Li was dumbfounded, and slowly turned her head: "Junior Sister Xia, bah, Mrs. Xia Zhitao, how many people do you know who are against the law?"

Xia Zhitao: "..."

She thought about it carefully, she didn't know a few righteous ancestors, but she really knew a lot of them.Except for Yanling Poison Pavilion, which was ranked fourth, Xia Zhitao, the other three rebels, had almost all gathered.

Needless to say, the madness who does not do business every day, has seen the Qiye twins among the Ligu monster clan, and helped Qian Renmae and Liu Ling gather their souls during the Youzhou incident.

In addition, there are also the old man Xuanxu and the soul boy who were lucky enough to meet the soul bones of the demon forest, and Jiang Jiuli, the lord of the Demon Realm——

Such illustrious "connections" can be said to be shocking and unique among the disciples of Yashan. Once the master finds out, he is afraid that he will panic and immediately drag him to the prison for interrogation.

"What are you looking for?" Zhang Lan asked, "How did you know that she stayed here?"

"...It's just a little guy who built a foundation on a cliff, and he's quite courageous."

Liu Ling said slowly: "Want me to tell you? Go and stab Master Yashan, and bring a few disciples' heads over, and I'll tell you everything."

With her fierce and surly words, her unruly eyes, and the apostle behind her with her eyebrows downcast, she really deserves the title of "Bloodthirsty Crazy Demon" by Qian Renmae.

The little red fish had already hid shyly when she was throwing the arrow, and Jin Li was too timid, and took a few steps back secretly.

Jin Li hid a little behind Xia Zhitao, and whispered in her ear: "This young master Liu is really scary, but the leader's younger sister is cuter."

Xia Zhitao glanced at someone standing beside her, and quietly said to Jinli: "That's right, Zhang Kuang is much cuter than her."

Zhang Lan was dumbfounded.

What?Demon leader?cute? ?

Standing beside the two of them, she accidentally listened to the entire conversation, and fell into self-doubt at this moment.

The Qiling Demon Sect ranks first among the anti-Taoists. How did I, a leader of the Demon Sect who frightened and daunted the righteous way, fall into such a state?

"Since you are here for madness," Zhang Lan calmed down, put down the wooden sword in her hand, and said coldly, "Why did you stop Senior Sister?"

Liu Ling thought for a moment, and said: "Probably because I broke the leg of the person who was playing fun last time. I'm a little boring these days. I want to abduct a disciple of Yashan to be the king of Hades."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

You don't need to think about it, Liu Ling's last "fun" was probably torturing Yang Liangcai, the murderer who killed her friend, but now "a little boring", it is easy to predict his tragic ending.

Liu Ling straightened up, and with a wave of hands, countless black-clothed apostles beside her bowed their heads respectfully, and quietly left the shop.

"So, why did Yashan come here?"

Turning the blade in her hand, Liu Ling walked two steps closer, came to the side of the three of them, and said leisurely: "Anyway, Zhang Kuang won't be able to find it for a while, but I can play with you for a while."

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Xia Zhitao never imagined that, on the contrary, the majestic young master of the third thousand mace would leave a lot of black-clothed apostles behind him and follow him with great interest.

But unlike a certain little leader surnamed Zhang who pointed and punched and was well-behaved and obedient, Liu Ling's temper was very willful.

Not to mention listening to Xia Zhitao's orders, if something offends Liu Ling, it's possible to kill the three of them with one blow.

Liu Ling said: "This is just a small independent shop with the name of 'Crafting Sword Villa', and it sells junk that cannot be imbued with spiritual energy."

She pointed to the Guya Jiange in the middle of the mountain, and sneered: "If you want better weapons, you have to respectfully go to the village to ask for help. It's a big face."

Ever since Liu Ling insisted on following, Zhang Lan had been unhappy, staring at him with amber eyes, her face full of displeasure.

Liu Ling ignored this, and half leaned against the pillar of the Baishi bridge, twirling a few blades as thin as cicada's wings between her five fingers.

Xia Zhitao said: "Young Master Liu must have already known that this trip to Yashan is for the purpose of making swords, how much do you know?"

Liu Ling lazily said: "My eyeliner is all on Zhang Kuang, but I don't know much about sword casting."

Zhang Lan: "..."

When I went back, I took the Qianren mace.

According to what Liu Ling said, in just four days, two villa owners died in Zhujian Villa one after another, all of them were killed by one blow, and they died quietly in the study.

The assailant was extremely powerful, and he could come and go freely in the heavily guarded villa, as easily as entering no one's land. After twisting off his head, he left quickly, leaving no trace of clues to follow.

"One move kills, the whole body retreats."

Liu Ling hooked the corners of her lips, and said: "There are very few people in this world who can do this, and among them is the person who surrounded you Yashan to find."

She seemed to think of something again, and said casually: "By the way, there is still a vacancy in my King of Hades position, Miss Xia is really not moved?"

Liu Ling just said it casually, after all, it doesn't make any difference in her eyes who is the King of Hades, but the words changed twice when they fell into Zhang Lan's ears.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Lan sternly said, "Where does Senior Sister want to stay, and what does it have to do with you?!"

Liu Ling raised her eyebrows and glanced at her, then said lazily, "Yashan is so cowardly that he can't keep people, why don't I ask a question?"

Zhang Lan's five fingers gathered her sleeves tightly, the corners of her eyes turned red with anger, and said angrily, "It's not your turn either!"

Liu Ling sneered and said, "I don't know how many people are crying and kneeling begging for the Qianren mace. If they don't even look down on the King of Hades, where else can they go?"

Zhang Lan's voice was cold, and she said word by word: "Senior sister is very talented and aptitude proud, even if she doesn't want to stay in Yashan, there are so many righteous ways in the world, why should she commit herself against it?"

However, the first few words were still loud and decisive, and Zhang Lan suddenly lacked confidence while talking.

Her voice weakened quite a bit, and she whispered: "Well, even if you really want to join the anti-dao, why don't you consider Qiling, who ranks first among the four anti-daos..."

"Although, Mr. Zhang Kuang has a bad life, a bad temper, a bad temper, and nothing."

Zhang Lan's voice became smaller and smaller, and she could hardly hear it in the end: "But in terms of fighting, it's still passable..."

Liu Ling laughed angrily: "The same goes for her white-clothed colleagues who followed her last time. Why do you Yashan always think that Qiling accepts people?"

She twirled the blade in her hand and said with a sneer: "If you want to be madly willing, the whole world will have to flock to you. It's not her turn."

Zhang Lan was so wronged, Zhang Lan was so angry, Zhang Lan wanted to throw Liu Ling on the ground and beat her——

So she did.

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Xia Zhitao was still sitting leisurely at first, when the little guy beside him flashed a figure, and without knowing what to think, he charged forward with a small broken wooden sword in his hand.

"Lanlan, wait a minute—"

Xia Zhitao didn't react at all, and reached out to grab her, but in the blink of an eye, Zhang Lan had disappeared.

She rushed to Liu Ling in an instant, the wooden sword whizzed through the sky, but was cut through by the blade with a "bang".

Zhang Lan suddenly let go, letting the pieces of the wooden sword fall to the ground, and within a breath, she dodged behind Liu Ling.

"It's pretty quick!"

Liu Ling turned around and looked back, the sleeve arrow pierced out of her wrist in an instant, it would pass by Zhang Lan's cheek, split a bunch of fine black hair, and sank a few inches into the white stone floor tiles.

Zhang Lan remained silent, the pupils of the amber eyes darkened inch by inch, with a few small spiritual blades gathered between her five fingers, she suddenly flung them towards Liu Ling.

The spirit blade quenched the cold light and cut out several silver arcs. Liu Ling raised her eyebrows and smiled, with a hint of appreciation in her expression, and said, "The skill is very powerful, but the spiritual power is too insufficient."

She raised her hand, and countless purple butterflies condensed from the overflowing devilish energy, and hit Zhang Lan's spirit blade impartially, and the butterfly wings shattered all of the spirit blades in a flash.

Zhang Lan bit her lip, and in an instant, more than a dozen spiritual blades were gathered between her five fingers, and she didn't bother to wait for the other party to slack off, and threw them all at Liu Ling.

The two fought fiercely, and the spirit blade cut several cracks in the bridge pier and willow tree beside it, and the crowd next to them didn't seem surprised, and many stopped to watch.

Xia Zhitao stood aside, folded her hands and shouted, "Lanlan, come back quickly, don't fight her, Lanlan—"

It's a pity that no one listened to her, Zhang Lan's realm was at least five or six floors lower than Liu Ling's, but she didn't lose in the slightest, the spirit blade threw at the opponent as if she didn't want money, Jin Li was stunned by the viciousness.

Jin Li didn't think it was a big deal to eat melons and watch a show. Seeing the two of them fighting fiercely, she exclaimed: "No way, little junior sister is too fierce."

"Young Master Liu seems to be a demon cultivator, and his strength is at least as high as that of spiritual cultivation. The junior sister is only a foundation builder, and she rushed up so fiercely."

Jin Li bit the almond with a slurred voice, tsk tsk and exclaimed: "The realm is so different, how can we fight this?"

Xia Zhitao had a headache, raised her hand to stroke her eyebrows, and sighed, "Yes."

Hierarchical oppression is absolute.In terms of round strength, Zhang Lan was not Liu Ling's opponent at all, and it was because the opponent's subordinates had saved some strength that they could survive for so long.

Liu Ling relaxed, almost effortlessly defusing the spirit blade thrown by Zhang Lan. The two fought more than ten times, and she flicked her wrist, feeling a little lazy.

She raised her chin and said lazily: "I won't play with you anymore, let's come back after practicing for hundreds of years."

Following Liu Ling's order, countless purple butterflies surged up, devoured all the spirit blades, and smashed Zhang Lan into the shop along the way.

The slender wooden table couldn't withstand a fierce blow, and it bent with a few "clicks", and even the little guy on it fell down, and was completely buried by countless petals.

"Wow, it's too ruthless," Jin Li stuck out her tongue, "Young Master Liu didn't hold back his strength either."

Xia Zhitao didn't care about other things, and rushed towards Zhang Lan in a hurry, while Liu Ling stood leisurely by the side, as if she had nothing to do with her.

Although she had been wronged and blamed in various ways since coming to Yashan, it was the first time that Zhang Lan had been beaten so badly since the Trial Conference.

"Ahem, um..."

Zhang Lan was in pain from the fall, and Hu Po's eyes were clouded with mist. She reached out and grabbed the edge of the wooden table, struggling to straighten up.

Her white clothes were covered with broken petals, her collar was a little loose, and the white silk with her long hair was nowhere to be seen. She was biting her thin lower lip, looking extremely aggrieved.

"You wait for me!"

Zhang Lan was so angry that the corners of her eyes were red, she struggled to stand up, and shouted angrily: "Do you really think I can't beat you?!"

Liu Ling threw away the blade in her hand and said leisurely, "Okay, I'll wait."

The petals on the shop table were scattered all over the floor. Zhang Lan struggled for a long time, but her foot slipped, and her body "plopped" and fell back again.

Jin Li couldn't bear to look at it, and ran after Xia Zhitao with small steps, and said with emotion: "It's too miserable, it's really too miserable."

Zhang Lan got up silently, and sat cross-legged in the mess, her black ink long hair was hanging down softly, with a few light petals hanging between her hair, looking extremely aggrieved.

"Qianren mace, wait for me," Zhang Lan raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes, muttering, "You're done for today."

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Zhang Lan paused for a moment, stepping on the petals all over the ground, she was about to continue to rush up, but was stopped by Xia Zhitao who hurried over.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

Xia Zhitao squatted down in front of her, put her five fingers into her palm, and asked softly, "Where did you fall? Let me see."

Zhang Lan stared at her blankly, her vigor dissipated in an instant, she lowered her eyebrows and whispered, "Senior Sister, I'm fine."

Xia Zhitao put her arms around Zhang Lan's shoulders, letting her lean on her shoulders and pull Zhang Lan up from the ground.

She looked at Zhang Lan's red wrist and the red marks on her neck from the purple butterfly, and felt distressed: "What are you doing with her? Does it hurt?"

Zhang Lan shook her head.

She hammered the table angrily, gritted her teeth and said, "Liu Ling just wanted to be proud today, and tomorrow I'll smash all the Qianren maces!"

Xia Zhitao couldn't laugh or cry, bent down to help Zhang Lan pat the petals hooked on the white clothes, and tied up the collar a little bit by the way.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhang Lan's eyes open, looking at him without blinking.

She was born well-behaved, her pupils were clouded with mist, and she didn't speak, just looked at her with aggrieved eyes.

Xia Zhitao couldn't bear her appearance the most, reached out to rub Zhang Lan's hair, and said, "What's wrong?"

"...Senior Sister," Zhang Lan lowered her head and whispered, "Don't go to her Qianren mace, okay?"

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