The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The fiery red tent is warm, the candles are burning high, and the air is filled with wisps of sweet smell.

A pair of night pearls at the head of the bed illuminated the room like daylight, and Rong Ling lay lazily by the bed, letting the woman on the opposite side stick out her nails dyed with Kodan and pick her chin: "The little lady is so calm Ziruo, don't you panic?"

"What's there to panic about?" Rong Ling asked back, "If you buy me with three thousand gold, I will naturally be yours."

As she spoke, she slowly took off the thin layer of red gauze covering her shoulders, but there was no fluctuation of expression on her face.

"Interesting..." The woman bent her lips, and approached a little, "You treat me like this, don't you worry that your Taoist partner outside will be jealous?"

Rong Ling was clearly pretending to be a prostitute in a flower building,? She was just a mortal, but this woman in red could see through her relationship with Bai Yan at a glance?

Rong Ling was on guard, quietly concentrating the sword energy in his palm, always on guard against her escaping.

Unexpectedly, as if seeing through Rong Ling's plan, the woman wasn't in a hurry at all. She smiled lightly and said, "What's the hurry, girl? I won't do anything to you. Besides, you and that Taoist companion are about to reconcile, aren't you?"

"How do you know?" Rong Ling asked.

Unexpectedly, her words caused the other party to laugh: "This place is very close to Ruoshui, and those who come and go all the year round are all monks who want to break the contract, and you are not the only one."

Rong Ling looked at her, somehow feeling that the woman's attire looked familiar.

Red gauze skirt, pure gold armbands on smooth and slender arms, raised eyebrows and eyes, an indistinct romantic charm.

Rong Ling finally remembered where he had seen her: "Are you the Empress of the Flower Demon?"

"Huh?" The woman raised her eyebrows, hooked Rong Ling's chin with her fingertips and said, "This little monk has a good memory. Could it be that after worshiping my idol, he can't forget it? Alas, it's a pity that you and your Taoist companion Haven't reconciled yet, if I intervene, wouldn't it be unkind?"

Originally, she was waiting for her to show her fox tail, but she didn't expect the flower demon to admit it readily, Rong Ling frowned: "Stop talking nonsense, where did you get all the girls in this flower building?"

"The woman in the flower building?" The flower demon tilted her head, a strand of long hair hanging down her shoulders, with an inexplicable charm, "Of course they are going where they should go."

As she said that, she leaned forward and leaned forward: "Spring is short, so why should we talk about other people's business, it's more important to be happy with me first..."

Rong Ling turned over to avoid her red lips that were about to fall, and the sword transformed from his palm rested on her shoulder.

Unexpectedly, the woman was not moved, but turned her head fearlessly.

Without hesitation, Rong Ling swung his sword down, and unexpectedly, the flower demon melted away like a red mist of veil in an instant, making Rong Ling open a space.

In an instant, she appeared behind Rong Ling again, with her chin pressed against her neck, her red lips panting softly on her lips: "What a beauty, why are you so irritable? You must have never tasted it before." , no wonder you are so incomprehensible."

As she said that, she didn't know when her weak and boneless palm touched Rong Ling's wrist, rubbing it lightly with unknown meaning.

For some reason, Rong Ling inexplicably felt that following the force of the rubbing, his bones seemed to be about to collapse?

"For a graceful woman like you, your blind Taoist companion has the heart to make peace with you. Such a man, it's worth noting...how about we cram his tendons, peel his skin, and let him dry His blood, let him die clean, okay?"

Under this misty voice, Rong Ling seemed to be bewitched, and subconsciously wanted to say yes.

However, she had experienced many battles, and realized in a blink of an eye that this should be some kind of sorcery that confuses people's hearts.

Seeing the flower demon's proficiency, it's probably not the first time she acted like this, Rong Ling followed the trend and pretended to be confused: "Okay..."

"So cute..." The woman seemed very happy, "Go, go and bring your Taoist companion."

Rong Ling got up, slowly opened the door and walked out.

Inside the flower building decorated with lights and festoons, there is still a city that never gets dark. The fiery red light illuminates the lobby brightly, and everyone has an indulgent smile on their faces.

Among this group of people, Bai Yan and Jing Cen, played by Xie Qingwan, were sitting at the same table, seemingly casually drinking and talking, but the moment Rong Ling left the house, their eyes lit up.

Rong Ling walked straight up to Bai Yan, and stretched out his hand to him: "Husband, please follow me."

Compared to Bai Yan's reaction of just frowning, Xie Qingwan squeezed the wine cup tightly, and almost blurted out "Master", but was suppressed by Rong Ling's suggestive eyes.

Even so, when he saw the back of the two leaving side by side, Xie Qingwan still couldn't help biting his lower lip, and the flames of unwillingness burned in his eyes.

Why, it will always be him who stands beside the master, jealousy burns in Xie Qingwan's internal organs, her fingertips turn white, and the glass cup full of fine wine is crushed unexpectedly.

The broken wine cup pierced the skin, and bright red blood oozes from the white fingertips in an instant, like red plum blossoms in the snow.

"Master Jing?" Seeing that Xie Qingwan was alone, the woman who was about to come up to hook up whispered, "Your hand is hurt."

After saying that, she wanted to go forward to check the wound for Xie Qingwan.

"Get out of the way..." Before the other party got close, Xie Qingwan said coldly.

"Master Jing..." The woman still didn't understand, so she leaned over coquettishly, clutching her chest as if frightened, "Let my servant take a look at it for you."

"I'll say it again." Xie Qing rolled up and said to the woman standing in front, "Get out of the way..."

Obviously it was just a simple sentence, combined with Xie Qingwan's emotionless eyes and cold tone, it made the woman feel like she was in an ice cave for an instant, and she even wondered whether Jing Cen, who used to always be sympathetic to women, had been dropped.

The woman was frightened by Xie Qingwan's aura of not allowing others to get close to her, and she shrank out of the way.

The author has something to say: Huh, I have been poisoned by playing games in the past two days. I am guilty. From tomorrow, I will update [-] a day. I hope everyone will supervise.