The priest is a loser

"...Shen Shizhi is currently in the Wind and Rain Tower, please stay with me for a few days."

Liu Qiuan revealed a pair of eyes from the crook of his arms, staring at the movements of Rong Wenxu's hands, as if lost in thought.

Rong Wenxu didn't seem to have thought about asking for his answer. He raised his light sleeve with one hand, and used bamboo tweezers to pinch the tea dregs out of the teapot.

At this time, Liu Qiu'an suddenly stretched out his hand and struck at Rong Wenxu's chest.

Rong Wenxu quickly stopped his hand, and the bamboo tweezers dropped into the teapot, making a soft sound of falling into the water.

"It hurts!" Liu Qiuan wailed, and fell down on the table sobbing, "I just want to see if that thing is real..."

Rong Wenxu said: "Do you still want this hand?"

Liu Qiu'an repeatedly said: "Yes, yes... the beauty let go quickly."

Rong Wenxu glared at him, but finally let go.

Liu Qiu'an pursed her lips, and rubbed her wrists aggrievedly: "He won't return to the Shen family, so why do he have to squeeze into the Wind and Rain Building with a group of people?"

"No matter what, it's always right to avoid him first." Rong Wenxu glanced at the teapot, sighed and gently pushed it aside, then stared at Liu Qiu'an and said, "I've never seen a teapot like him." A cruel and merciless person...he killed the former head of the Shen family, and his Huren mother, just because the blood is most suitable for making a gu, was drained of the blood by him and died."

"He is seventeen now," Rong Wenxu frowned, as if worried for Liu Qiu'an and unbelievable about Shen Shizhi's methods, "Not only does he have a place in the rivers and lakes, but he also has a reputation in the imperial court..."

Liu Qiu'an said calmly, "I know all of this. In the past few years, I have never let go of any news about him."

Rong Wenxu nodded and said: "Then you went out to teach this trip, but you caught his handle?"

"Huh?" Liu Qiu'an shook his head, feeling surprised by Rong Wenxu's question, "No."

Rong Wenxu: "..."

Liu Qiu'an waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I have my own plans."

He thought for a while and then said: "On the way to Youzhou, Mu Changxian and I were hunted down by three people who didn't know their sects, and they were participants in the Chi Kiss Club. What do you think about this matter? Is there something strange?"

Rong Wenxu narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe their goal is only Mu Changxian from the beginning to the end?"

Liu Qiu'an pondered for a while, and said, "...he was also ambushed by such people last night...why did they persevere in chasing and killing Mu Changxian? Hmph, he's not the only one who signed up for the Chi Kiss Club!"

While talking, Liu Qiuan snorted viciously.

Rong Wenxu looked up at him, expressing nothing to say to his childish behavior.

Not to be outdone, Liu Qiuan met his contemptuous gaze, Rong Wenxu rolled his eyes slightly, tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "There are also martial arts masters among the people who signed up for the Chi Kiss Club, just for Mu Changxian alone. I really can't figure it out. But..."

He deliberately kept silent: "But if all of this is Shen Shi's work, it makes sense."

Liu Qiuan was taken aback for a moment, blinked his eyes, and then changed his expression.

Rong Wenxu said: "In order to reproduce the purgatory of the past, he hunted around for targets with suitable physiques. Maybe Mu Changxian is one of them?"

Liu Qiu'an suddenly stood up and walked towards the door.

Seeing this situation, Rong Wenxu stood up abruptly, and said sharply, "What are you going to do?!"

Liu Qiu'an turned around and said, "I will never let him succeed!"

I saw a shadow of Qianli passing by.

Rong Wenxu had already grabbed his arm, and said word by word: "If you fall into his hands again, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Liu Qiu'an was forced to stop, his temperament changed drastically, and he blurted out irritably, "Let go!"

"impossible."

"you……"

Liu Qiu'an turned around angrily, but before she could say anything, she felt that the smell of incense in the room was a little strange, and there were many figures of Rong Wenxu in front of her eyes.

And Rong Wenxu withdrew his hand when he turned around.

At this moment, he calmly looked at Liu Qiu'an who was gradually becoming unstable in front of him.

It wasn't until he was about to fall to the ground that he stretched out his hand to support him.

He sighed lightly: "With your temperament, how can you contend with it? Besides, you have one more concern in your heart?"

dusk.

The horse's hoof crushed the silent haze, the scenery on both sides quickly retreated behind, and the cold wind howling in the ears suddenly made a few abnormal noises.

However, he was rushing back to the Devil's Cult, so he didn't notice these strange noises.

He urged the horse to raise the whip, the crescent forehead still glowed with cold silver light in the dusk, and his long black hair fluttered behind him.

He was wearing a black cloak, and the sleeves with Miaojiang characteristics inside were still blown violently by the strong wind.

His eyes were fixed on the front, like an eagle and a poisonous scorpion.

The abnormal noise from the woods on both sides became more and more clear, Dongfang Yun's pupils constricted, and at the same time, a dozen strangers with swords in their hands jumped out from both sides.

He immediately tightened the reins, the horse neighed in the air, and the silver jewelry on his wrist jingled continuously.

The long black hair flew forward, covering half of his face, only showing a pair of cold eyes, and a fickle mole under the corner of the eye.

Time seemed to be slowly freezing, and the dozens of people holding swords were frozen in the air, and their ferocious faces could be clearly seen.

Time returned to its original state, and at some point there was a bone flute next to his mouth, before the sound of the flute came out, the group of people flying in mid-air suddenly fell to the ground like a broken thread, and their lives were taken away almost instantly , The ferocious expression is still maintained on their faces.

Dongfang Yun put away the bone flute, and did not look at the ground from the beginning to the end.

After everything was dealt with, Guardian Zuo hurriedly knelt down to salute, and said loudly: "My subordinates welcome the elder Muslim."

Immediately, more than a dozen congregants hidden in the shade of the trees also appeared and knelt down to welcome them loudly.

Dongfang Yun said: "Did he not come back?"

"...Yes, the leader is...an elder?!"

Before Zuo Hufa could finish his words, Dongfang Yun rode his horse and ran away towards the sunset.

The cold wind hits, and the day when the money-losing goods are picked up is still in front of us.

That day also had the same sunset as today.

The sound of blood flowing was very clear. He followed the 'Blood River' to find more and more mutilated limbs lying on the road, the shoes were dyed red, and the Gu worms in his waist pocket became more restless.

The setting sun is about to lose its last ray of light.

Looking up, he saw a person standing on top of the pile of corpses, the brilliant afterglow disappeared behind him, but the strange totem on his body was still bright red,

Dongfang Yun was in a trance for a moment, unable to tell whether the person in front of him was a man, a woman, or a legendary monster.

Liu Qiu'an saw him, and staggered down the pile of corpses and walked towards this side. Dongfang Yun subconsciously held the bone flute hanging around his neck.

But before the man came to him, he fell into a pool of blood with a plop.