The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Did I hear you right?Crazy?This rambled a lot of words, all of which was insolence?

Xia Zhitao choked on the tea, she patted her chest and coughed violently.

No wonder I recalled that there was no such a maddened villain in the novel. I was still a little curious in my heart, but I didn't expect that the storyteller was talking about madness after talking about it for a long time.

The whole story is falsified and false, and the truth is reversed. It is simply talking nonsense with open eyes. Are the onlookers deaf?

The most important thing is——

Crazy, she is a woman! !Still not an ordinary woman, but the author Banana Jun stamped all men, women and children, a beautiful beauty with a prosperous face!

A majestic beautiful woman, or a wanton and arrogant leader of the demon sect, why on earth did she arrest the old man to warm the bed, and the old woman to sleep in bed?Is this the fall of morality, or the corruption of human nature——

Thinking about it makes it impossible!

Xia Zhitao sighed, she didn't know if she didn't listen, she was startled when she heard it, she really "admired" the rich imagination of the folk people from the bottom of her heart.

After coughing for a long time before recovering, Xia Zhitao supported his forehead, and heard the sighs of the men surrounding the storyteller, they all said: "It really is insane, extremely cruel!"

Some young people even slapped the table and shouted: "If I can enter the immortal way, I will kill this devil and uphold justice!"

The people around applauded and applauded, applauding that the young man had great ambitions and would be able to achieve a great career.

The big man next to him was not to be outdone, and said: "If that female devil meets me, it will be her death day! I will definitely let her taste the power of my Hengshui axe!"

The crowd cheered again, advocating each other.

You say it, I say it, Zhang Kuang himself has been hacked, chopped, strangled, chopped, and died countless times before he even appeared on the stage.

Xia Zhitao originally just wanted to hear the story, and seeing the people flattering each other, and the story was fabricated out of thin air, she felt disgusted, got up and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, the big man sitting at the door noticed her and said, "Girl doll, come here! If you meet that devil, how will you kill her?"

Xia Zhitao was upset and didn't want to talk to him, and said calmly: "I have nothing to do with her, and I don't have any deep hatred, why kill her? If you really meet her, just pass by."

As soon as these words came out, everyone gasped.

Just now the young man started to slap the table angrily, and said: "That maniac kidnapped, burned, killed, and did a lot of evil, you want to let her go? It's unreasonable! Unreasonable!"

Xia Zhitao sneered in his heart, and asked back: "If that madness is not what everyone said, so what?"

"Zhang Kuang slaughtered the whole family of Shura Dao, there must be some real ability. Regardless of whether everyone present can really beat her, commenting on other people's affairs, or even maliciously slandering her is an unbearable behavior. Discussing right and wrong, slandering other people's women indiscriminately, who is the villain?"

What she said was extremely cold, but every sentence made sense, making everyone speechless, looking at each other and not knowing how to reply.

Xia Zhitao looked around and suddenly smiled.

The laughter was extremely light and shallow, falling lightly like a feather, and it was especially harsh in the quiet and silent room.

She sat down slowly, as if she hadn't said enough, she added another sentence: "Furthermore, the Shura Dao is the one who kills innocent people indiscriminately, which is a heinous crime. Zhang Kuang killed them, which can be called exterminating harm for the people." , to act on behalf of the heavens, dare to ask what is the crime?"

Hearing what she said, the big man with the ax was already so angry that he swung the ax violently and smashed the wooden table into pieces with a "boom".

He carried a big ax on his body, stepped on the wreckage of the wooden table, and roared angrily: "You little bitch is really unreasonable, how dare you speak for that devil? Tell me your name, and today I will do what you said-to do justice for the sky!" !!"

Everyone pretended to stop him, and said, "What are you fussing about with little sister Ruhua Siyu?" "Don't worry about her if she has long hair and short knowledge."

The black curtain of the private seat on the second floor moved, and someone lifted a small slit with his fingertips, revealing a chiseled profile.

The atmosphere in the store was tense, and the waiter at the inn saw that something was wrong, so he hid under the tables and chairs in trembling, begging someone to compensate for the smashed things.

Xia Zhitao didn't panic, she put down the teacup slowly, looked up at the big man who was filled with righteous indignation, and sighed leisurely.

She calmly said: "Yashan."

The noisy room was quiet for a while, the big man and everyone looked at her with puzzled expressions.

"You just asked me to report my name, and this is my answer."

Xia Zhitao's expression was calm, he put his wooden pass on the table, and gently pushed it forward: "Yashan, Shuijingfeng."

The big man's face turned as white as snow.

"Inner disciple."

Everyone suppressed their voices.

For a moment, there was no sound in the inn, only the noise from outside came in through the wall, vaguely, like an old man grinning, laughing at everyone with his leaky teeth.

Yashan, the number one immortal sect in the world, even an inconspicuous outer sect boy can contemptuously look down on everyone present, let alone an extremely rare inner sect disciple.

Like a basin of cold water pouring down on the head, suddenly there was no voice in the tea house, and all the arrogant people withered, and returned to their seats resentfully.

As soon as Xia Zhitao finished speaking, the atmosphere was no longer lively.The storyteller saw that everyone was dead, so he simply stopped talking and started drinking tea by himself.Xiao Er was moved and crawled out from under the table, and started serving tea and water normally.

Although the Qiling Mountain Demon Cult, especially the madness of that sect, can be said to be the sworn enemy of Yashan, Xia Zhitao doesn't feel regretful.

Seeking truth from facts, fabricating rumors is considered a crime of false accusation in modern times.

Anyway, he was not on the cliff mountain, so if he helped Zhang Kuang say a few words, even if the master knew about it, he wouldn't be able to blame him.

Xia Zhitao finished her own pot of tea, settled the bill calmly, waved her long sleeves and walked away gracefully, leaving everyone with an unfathomable back view.

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What she didn't know was that shortly after she left the teahouse, the black curtains of the private seats on the second floor suddenly moved, and the clusters fell back to their original positions.

The elegant seat is a special room in the tea house specially prepared for the distinguished guests and wealthy businessmen. It is separated from the guest tables on the first floor. The people above can see the people below, but the people below cannot know the situation on the second floor.

Light incense was lit in the room, and when the fire went out, wisps of white smoke were drawn out, filling the room with the cool woody fragrance.

The two sat facing each other, and a woman in white was smiling, stroking the edge of the teacup with her fingertips.Her complexion was extremely light, there was no trace of blood on her cheeks, she was as pale as a dying person.

"It's really rare that someone will speak for you."

She held her chin and said with interest: "You are still a little girl with bright eyes and bright teeth... I thought everyone in Yashan hated you so much that they wished to crush your bones and throw the ashes into the sea to feed the fish."

Before he finished speaking, his shoulders suddenly sank, and the turbulent pressure fell straight down like a rock, strangled his neck, and forcibly cut the words in his throat.

The person on the opposite side was dressed in a dark black robe, his neck and wrists were tightly bound, and the toes of his black boots were turned up, with a few traces of silver shining.

She raised her head and glanced at the woman in white, her expression was cold, and her voice didn't fluctuate much:

"--shut up."

The spiritual power surged in, and the sense of oppression spread layer by layer. Even the white smoke that rose slowly seemed to be startled, like a thin rope, crookedly pressed in the midair.

The strength of the two was very different. The woman in white had no power to resist and was suppressed by all means. She couldn't say a word, closed her mouth resentfully, and shrugged.

The woman in black folded her arms, and a thin interlocking silver chain hung down from her neck, with a pale animal tooth falling on it, covered with a layer of mist, with a curved pointed end, stained with a few bloodstains, as if grinning mockingly What.

She withdrew her coercion, sat back, and tapped on the table with her fingers: "Where's the thing?"

The woman in white raised her body, and said in a helpless voice, "Master, can you still trust me when I do things?"

The person known as the leader didn't raise his eyes, and said coldly: "You talk a lot of nonsense."

The woman in white was not angry at all, she grasped it out of emptiness, and a black box appeared between her five fingers.

"No more, no less, exactly ten pieces," she carefully opened the box, handed it to another person, and said softly, "Look at it."

In the black box, there are ten mellow pills lying quietly, with pure color and luster, you can tell at a glance that they are the best.

The woman in black glanced at it casually, and gave a perfunctory "Yes", and the black box disappeared in an instant, and was put into the storage ring.

She snapped her fingers, and a transparent, amber-like gold stone landed on the table, making a crisp "jingling" sound.

She said concisely, "Remuneration."

The woman in white was breathing uncontrollably. She stared intently at the shining golden stone, tried hard to restrain the urge to reach out and touch it, and praised softly: "...you are worthy of it."

The woman in black didn't speak, she stood up slowly, draped a black robe to her shoulders casually, and walked out of the room.

When the waiters walking around saw her, they quickly bowed and bent their knees, lowered their heads in fear and trembling, and dared not move.

The woman in black walked through the corridor, and the moment her figure appeared at the top of the stairs, the entire lobby suddenly fell into deathly silence.

——How could the legendary leader of the Demon Cult appear here? !

Even though the man didn't say anything, no one dared to move or speak in the hall, and even their breathing was suppressed to a minimum.

The woman in black had no expression on her face, her boots stepped on the wooden steps, and she slowly descended. The black robe behind her swayed slightly, creating a silver arc.

Everyone was worried and watched the woman in black go straight through the lobby and walked to the open door.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the man was finally leaving, she suddenly turned her head.

Zhang Kuang slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at the few people in the lobby, and smiled inexplicably.

Her voice was thin and soft: "Just now, who wants to take her life to do justice for the heavens?"

"...Come out and let me see?"

The author has something to say: Zhang Kuang: Unexpectedly, there are two numbers in this seat.