White Moonlight Beauty Dressed as a Villain[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 41 Demons

The top of Yunjian Peak is surrounded by clouds and mist, and pine trees grow between the jagged rocks.

A man came out of the water. He took out clothes from the mustard seeds and changed into them. He was dressed in a simple and elegant white robe. His figure was tall and straight, and his handsome face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of chill.

"What are you doing here?" The cold voice was low and hoarse, as if jade and stone collided.

"Tsk, why did you discover this?" came the clear male voice.

A figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. The man was dressed in a strong blue suit, and Jun Lang had a sunny smile on his face. He raised his hand to say hello, with a friendly attitude.

"This is not to see if you need me to clean up the coffin." He said with a smile, "No, by the way, how is the little beauty who wanted to be your Taoist partner before?"

Xu Youqing raised his hand to move the long sword leaning on the side and held it in his hand, and glanced at the man from the corner of his eye.

He said softly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"I wanted to visit at first, but I didn't expect that he wasn't here." The man rubbed his chin, squinted his eyes and said, "The sect sent him there, didn't it?"

Xu Youqing walked past him indifferently, "Lin Yu, don't meddle in your own business."

Lin Yu turned sideways slightly, leaned back, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The matter in Yunjin City is not that simple."

Xu Youqing paused, turned his head slightly, his peripheral vision stayed on him, and there were slight ripples in his eyes.

Seeing his reaction, Lin Yu had some interest in his eyes: "Why, do you really care about that little beauty?"

Xu Youqing didn't answer.

Seeing that he was bored, Lin Yu touched his nose with his hand, sighed, and said, "It is estimated that Yunjin City may have a powerful demon cultivator. The demon cultivators have been restless recently. That person

He paused, and continued: "Fu Yin has also left the customs."

Hearing this name, Xu Youqing's eyes turned cold, as if covered with an indelible frost.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly and clanked.

Xu Youqing pressed his fingers hard, and the long sword fell silent again.

Lin Yu sighed, "By the way, regarding the injury you mentioned earlier, I'll help you pay attention to whether there is a chance to recover."

"No need."

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows.

Xu Youqing's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the expression in his eyes became softer.

"I've found a way."

His voice was a little soft, ethereal as if it came from afar.

Lin Yu:? ?

"Tsk tsk, I have never heard you speak in this tone in eight lifetimes."