Fast Time Traveling: Ten Worlds Backward Chasing

The dark bloodbath of Zhengyang Palace is not without follow-up. Nie Yuan, the lord of Zhengyang Palace, killed his favorite wife and concubine and youngest son. The anger in his chest could not be calmed for a long time, and he vowed to teach Baiyue a lesson.

However, there is no chance of winning against the Moon Worship Sect by Zhengyang Palace alone, so Nie Yuan handed over a letter to Wei Siming, the leader of the martial arts alliance, asking the leader to gather heroes at the martial arts conference in January to destroy the Moon Worship Sect.

The crusade against the Moon Worship Sect has been going on since Yuan Ye was alive. Two years ago, the siege of the Moon Worship Sect suffered heavy casualties, peeling off a layer of the so-called righteous way of martial arts, but this time Zhengyang The incident with the palace was like an early warning, and it was uncertain who would be the next to suffer.It is impossible to be willing to be passively beaten, and it is not an option to rush to encircle and suppress and repeat the mistakes of two years ago.

So Wei Siming secretly posted hero posts, secretly planning something.

Fengyue Pavilion.

Fengyue stood in front of the window, holding a letter in her hand, silently looking out of the window.

Wei Siming's every move thought he was doing a good job of keeping it secret, but in fact he had already mastered it all. If he didn't have any brains, how could he be able to become the leader of the sect?

Fengyue lowered her eyes and smiled sinisterly. The position of the leader of the martial arts alliance sounds very majestic.

For the past month, An has been staying in the Killing Residence to heal his wounds. Fortunately, Fengyue did not embarrass An any more. Those who are secretly squeezed by Fengyue are finally going crazy.

An An didn't take it seriously, completely disregarding other people's opinions, and teased the demon knife like a child. When he was so anxious, the mighty and domineering black knife flew wildly in this lush bamboo forest, often disturbing the bamboo forest like a monsoon passing through. Only then proudly fell back into An's arms.

The little disciple who was in charge of cleaning Zhisha's house every day, who had a lot of fun playing with each other, felt like crying when he saw the messy bamboo forest house, but he didn't dare to face it in front of the secret. He complained in front of his face, but secretly murmured with his friends in private.

As a result, he was secretly driven crazy by the leader, and the news spread like wildfire in the Moon Worship Sect.

When Fengyue heard this rumor, she smashed the cup of Fengyue Pavilion angrily, and then summoned secretly to Fengyue Pavilion for an audience on the second day.

Zhu Xi sat in the demon knife, the corners of her mouth were pursed stiffly, she finally calmed down for a few days, and she didn't know what kind of moth this Fengyue was going to do.

Since the last time he was injured, An An felt more and more about Zhu Chong's emotions, stroking his cold fingers back and forth on the same cold knife, soothing his emotions.

The Fengyue Pavilion is as usual with fluttering veils, extremely luxurious.

Fengyue stood in front of the window, playing with a white jade hairpin in her hands. The slender hairpin was carved with complicated patterns, and it was turning in circles in Fengyue's hands.

Seeing the jade hairpin in the dark, the pupils of his eyes became darker, and the fingers caressing the knife became stiff.

Seeing him watching, Fengyue deliberately raised the jade hairpin and dangled it in front of his eyes.

"Still familiar?"

After all, he didn't expect a dark answer, and used the jade hairpin to loosely tie up his long loose hair, and occasionally the loose strands of hair hung around his neck, which was really a variety of styles.

However, this kind of style is like nothing in An An's eyes.

Fengyue seems to be in a good mood today, and she doesn't care about the darkness without any response, she turns around and walks slowly into the house.

"Do you want to meet the owner of this jade hairpin?"

Silently following behind Fengyue, Fengyue walked into the inner hall of Fengyue Pavilion, stroked back and forth on the lifelike tiger portrait hanging on the wall, and finally tapped on the tiger's wide-eyed eyes, a rumbling sound sounded, and the inner hall The wall of the room is divided to two sides, revealing a faint dark room.

Fengyue Jian An looked unsurprised, snorted coldly, turned and entered.

This dark room is neither dim nor dilapidated. There are a few huge night pearls inlaid on the wall, illuminating the entire room. With luxurious decoration and plush carpets all over the floor, it can be said that this is a very luxurious residence.

A white figure flew over, and threw himself into Fengyue's arms, with black hair messily scattered behind him.

"Yueyue! Yueyue!"

The man was tall and handsome, he only wore a pure white obscene clothes, bare feet like white jade, but his eyes were a little crazy, and the words he said were childish and ridiculous.

Fengyue stroked the man's hair lightly, and looked at An with complacent eyes, "Bi Luo, be good, let me go first."

"Yueyue!" Biluo let go of Fengyue obediently, but still tightly held Fengyue's sleeve with one hand, his eyes were full of attachment.

Ever since he saw Bi Luoqi, a storm had gathered in An's eyes, and the veins in his hand holding the handle of the knife were bulging, as if he was trying to endure something.

Fengyue squeezed Biluo's cheek with her fingers, and Biluo rubbed her cheek against Fengyue's palm, her mouth pouted, looking childish.

"Tell me, if Qingmo knew that Biluo was still alive..."

"Will he run back?"

"What will happen if he sees Biluo who is so attached to me now?"

Fengyue murmured, she seemed to think it was very interesting after she finished speaking, and she laughed foolishly again.

Biluo rubbed against Fengyue's palm, saw Fengyue smiling, stretched out her finger to point at the corner of Fengyue's mouth, and smiled foolishly, and said while laughing: "Yueyue! Yueyue! Laugh!"

A gust of wind blew across Fengyue's face, and a strand of black hair fluttered to the ground.

Fengyue suppressed her smile, looked at An An who drew her sword and pointed at him, "What? Are you angry?"

"He's gone crazy." He secretly said, implying, why not let him go?

"Crazy? I'm crazy too." Fengyue grabbed Biluo's hair and forced him to look down at herself. Biluo was much taller than Fengyue, so she was dragged by her hair and lowered her head, her painful clear eyes looked watery Looking at him, "Yueyue, it hurts..."

Fengyue gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, as if she loved her very much, but she said ruthless words: "I will make you hurt even more."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Bi Luo's slender fingers, and when he exerted force, he heard a click, and broke Bi Luo's index finger abruptly. The broken bone pierced the skin, and Bi Luo screamed, holding his hand and squatting on the ground , Tears fell on the ground crackling, mumbling in his mouth, "Yueyue, Yueyue, it hurts..."

There was darkness in the dark eyes, and he teleported to Fengyue's side, a black knife rested on his slender and tender neck, and the red knife aura instantly cut through the outer skin of Fengyue's neck, leaving a few strands of bright red blood.

Fengyue turned a blind eye to the knife around her neck, she didn't seem to worry that An would kill herself at all, she stroked An's cheeks gently with her hands, her eyes were crazy, "If you kill me, Qingmo's antidote will be gone. "

He secretly clenched the handle of the knife, his eyes were gloomy, and the corners of his mouth were tense. He thought about it, and just chopped off his head with a single blow.

"Brother An, you said you would protect me, why do you want to kill me so much now?" Fengyue made an inch of it, stood on tiptoe, and wanted to kiss the corner of An's lips.

He frowned tightly, and disgust was written on his expressionless face. He looked at Fengyue, turned his wrist, and wanted to shake him away. He caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. His body paused, and half of his movements made Fengyue's lips feel awkward. Kan fell on An's chin.

Keeping an eye on Fengyue's bamboo, he suffocated for breath, and suddenly there was a clang sound, and after a high-pitched clang sound, he suddenly returned to silence, as if the clang sound just now was an illusion.

He secretly clenched the handle of the knife, unable to think about what happened to the bamboo stick for the time being, but grabbed Bi Luo's collar at the back of his neck and said, "Give him to me."

Bi Luo was secretly picked up by the back of the neck, she seemed to be terrified, trembling all over, she could only murmur: "Yueyue, Yueyue..."

Fengyue caressed her lips with her fingers, she was in a good mood, and she graciously did not refuse An Yin's request. Anyway, Qingmo's antidote was in his hands, anyway, Bi Luo was already a fool, and couldn't make any waves.

An ruthlessly held Bi Luo's back neck collar and flew towards Huizhi Shaju. Along the way, Bi Luo seemed to be terrified, screaming crazily, tearful and embarrassing.

When he arrived at Zhisha residence, he secretly dismissed all the cleaning disciples and the guards in the dark, threw Biluo on the bamboo couch, and gave him a handkerchief and a bottle of good wound medicine.

Bi Luo, who was still crying just now, instantly extinguished her voice, picked up the handkerchief with her uninjured hand, slowly wiped away the tears on her face, and gracefully straightened her messy hair.Only then did he pick up the wound medicine and apply medicine to the bone of his injured finger, his expression completely disappeared from the stupidity just now, and he looked like two people.

Sitting secretly on the carved wooden chair, he took off the black knife, held it in his hand and caressed it unconsciously. Since the high-pitched clank just now, the knife has not responded at all, as if he was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him again.

Bi Luo put good medicine on her finger, then looked at the silent An, and said seriously: "Qingmo, do you have any news?"

"Not yet." He replied secretly.

"Is that so..." Bi Luo lowered her head in disappointment when she heard this.

"Aren't you going to explain?" Darkly raised his eyebrows and asked, just now in Fengyue Pavilion, darkly saw Biluo write the word "Qing" on the ground with blood, and wiped it with his hands in a flash, so he knew that Biluo was pretending to be crazy.

When Bi Luo heard this, her beautiful lips curled up, as if she felt extremely ironic, "Explain what? Explain why I didn't really become a fool? Or explain why I ran away with Qingmo?"

"Darkness, until now, do you still feel that Fengyue was as simple as a blank sheet of paper?"

"Fengyue is never the stupid one. On the contrary, he is very shrewd. He always knows what he wants, and he can do anything to get what he wants."

"For example, Yuejiao, for example...you!"

Bi Luo said each word with a firm voice.

"I know." Darkly drooping eyes, his eyes lingering on the black sword of the Demon Sword, he replied calmly.

"You know?" Bi Luo suddenly yelled, stood up, her face flushed, and her eyes were bloodshot.

"You know you want to help him kill Yuan Ye? You know you want to bloodbath for him? You know you still protect him and would rather be his lackey?"

Darkly silent, Ren Biluo vented his boundless anger, and after a while, he said: "He saved me."

Bi Luo suddenly became dumb, looked at An's drooping eyes and dark pupils, and finally sighed heavily, "An, is it not that simple?"