[Quick Transmigration] Cannon Fodder Counterattack

"Where is the devil running away!" Under the moonlight, two figures were moving at top speed one after the other.The person in front is dressed in red, which is extremely shining in the dark night, while the person behind him is dressed in black, which matches the night perfectly.

"Heh." The man in red suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of jokes; then he looked at the figure of the man in white, and then disappeared in front of the man in black, leaving only a lingering sound, " Goodbye, Young Master Mo."

"Bastard!" The man in black stopped abruptly and said angrily.

After lingering in place for a while, the man in black left.On the second day, the news that Rong Jing, the leader of the Demon Cult, once again teased Lian Yulou, Mourning Young Hero, spread all over the Jianghu.

Turning her wrist, watching the clear and translucent wine swaying in the glass, Rong Jing lazily listened to the storyteller's impassioned story - it was nothing more than the matter of Rong Jing, the leader of the Demon Cult, teasing Mourning, the young hero of Lian Yu Lou.

What happened yesterday will be known to the storyteller today, so there is really no need to thank him.

After drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, Rong Jing dropped a piece of silver and left through the open window.Downstairs, a young man in pink seemed to have sensed something and looked up.He didn't see anything before he turned his gaze back.It's just that his eyes are a little more thoughtful.

Pink is supposed to be worn by women, but when worn by young people, it doesn't look out of place, on the contrary, it has a strange feeling.

After the storyteller finished telling the story, the young man in pink put down a piece of broken silver, and Shi Shiran left.

The rivers and lakes have always been turbulent, and there is never a shortage of geniuses.But there are two people, although they are young, they are not inferior to the older generation.

The current leader of the martial arts alliance, the son of Pei Wenzhong, Pei Yucheng, nicknamed "Fenmian Langjun", wearing pink clothes has attracted the eyes of many people and captured the hearts of many people.And his strength is directly proportional to his enchantment, like a poisonous flower, touching it will kill you.

The leader of Tianming Sect, Rong Jing, nicknamed "Sentimental Young Master", looks gentle and affectionate, but inside he is completely indifferent, but he is used to covering up with a gentle mask, he looks even more like the martial arts leader than the martial arts leader Pei Yucheng .But he was also famous for his cruelty. Those who tried to assassinate him were all tortured to death by him.

In fact, anyone who has met Pei Yucheng and Rong Jing is wondering whether they have been hugged wrong, one is majestic and the other is enchanting and charming, but the majestic and majestic one is the leader of the Demon Sect, and the enchanting and charming one is the leader of the martial arts... …

It's just a pity that Pei Yucheng and Rong Jing have never met each other, and their understanding of each other is only from the scouting of their spies.

As for Mourning, if it weren't for Rong Jing who often teased him and let people spread the news, few people would know about him.After all, Mourning is really weak compared to other geniuses cultivated by Gui Luo Jian Sect and Qian Yuan Zong.

After hearing the storyteller's exaggerated story, Rong Jing rushed to the place where Mourning was bored, preparing to watch a play.Of course, if given the chance, he also plans to be the hero who saves the beauty.

Don't ask him how he knows, if his hidden guards can't do this, they should go back to the training camp and study again.

In fact, it is better to say that it is peeping than watching a play.However, seeing Mourning's energetic appearance makes people feel much more comfortable.At least... it makes people feel that they are not that old.

[Actually, you are not old, you are only a few thousand years old. Compared with those taskers who count tens of thousands at every turn, you are very young. ] Listening to the seemingly comforting words in her mind that actually stabbed people's knees fiercely, Rong Jing couldn't help showing a smile: [But, compared to the following people, I am already an old monster. 】No matter how young his skin is, his soul is already old.

—— To be honest, he has already started to get tired of this kind of life, pretending to please others, turning himself from a poor boy to a king with power over the world... Maybe he can be a little interested at the beginning, but after the end, there is only boredom .

Glancing at Mourning's bright smiling face, Rong Jing casually thought, this world is an advanced world, there should be a way for him to kill himself.No matter what the next task is, after completing this vote, he doesn't want to do it again.

money?right?force?name? ...All of this is within reach for Rong Jing.

as long as he wants.

Just because it was too easy to get, it made him not interested.He has even tried illusory love, so he has nothing to miss or care about.

【No matter how old you are, you are still a child. 】No. 2000 doesn't care much.From the moment he was created to the time he met Rong Jing, the interval was not [-] years.

Rong Jing smiled and shook her head, no longer chatting with Number One, but deliberately leaked a breath to let Mourning know.Then, Mourning ran out aggressively with the sword in hand, as if he would never stop until he was chopped off.

——Although, Mourning never caught up with Rong Jing, let alone touched even a piece of Rong Jing's clothes.

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After discussing with the representatives of various sects for a day without any results, Pei Yucheng was a little irritable, and when he returned to his room, he smashed a glass severely.

Opening the window and looking at the full roses outside the window, he felt that his restlessness was soothed.

I don't know why, but he hates those gentle-looking people very, very much. Every time he sees them, he always feels that he has been deceived by such a mask, and he has been deceived miserably.

However, he did not remember that such a thing happened to him.

But it doesn't matter, if you don't like it, you don't like it, anyway, he is strong enough, and when he defeats the Demon Cult, no one will refute his opinion.

Hooking his fingers on his clothes and undoing them little by little, he smiled evilly at the moonlight, like a seductive and fallen devil.

"Can't bear it so early?" Someone hugged him from behind, his tone was flirtatious, but the ending sound was lingering and sweet.

There was a killing intent in his eyes, but he took the initiative to entangle him, his breathing became messy, with a sweet breath: "Mmm..."

While loathing this kind of thing, but at the same time being intoxicated by it... Such a contradictory self is really disgusting.However, once he controls the entire martial arts world, it doesn't matter if he raises a few male favorites, and he will even be called elegant.

Oh, ridiculous elegance.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow, those elders will agree to it. It is imperative to break the Devil's Cult, and if the Devil's Cult is destroyed, there is no need for this person to exist.This man knows too much that he shouldn't know.Just a flower picker, no one will care if he dies.

Thoughts kept running in his mind, but on the surface, he looked completely intoxicated: "Ah... Hurry up..."

"Little fairy, this is enough for you!"

Accompanied by the man's words, Pei Yucheng tensed up suddenly, and his vision was filled with whiteness.In a vague way, Pei Yucheng felt that a long time ago, he was like this, lying under men's bodies, letting them play with them like a toy...