The Virgin of Disguise

When Ruan Qing'an appeared, the whole inn fell into a strange atmosphere.

Ruan Qing'an always felt that someone was staring at her. She looked up, but these people were all doing their own thing. Except for the strange woman on the second floor, no one was staring at her.

Ruan Qing'an looked at the woman on the second floor. The woman was wearing a long white dress. Although she was wearing a veil, her eyes were very bright, and her face must not be much different. Sitting there, people couldn't look away.

What's more, this woman gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Xiaoer served the dishes very quickly, as if they were only preparing dishes for their table.

Sitting next to Ruan Qing'an was a man in brocade clothes, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, three-dimensional features, thin lips like sharp edges, and a cold expression. Those eyes only glanced at Ruan Qing'an occasionally, and the others ignored him.

I don't know which of Ruan Qing'an's blue-faced confidantes, Qi Lingyang and Gong Suhang are excluded first, and the martial arts leader and Emperor Dayan are left. Concubine Zhao is not dead, King Zhao is not rebelling, and the possibility of Emperor Dayan fleeing is reduced , then it should be He Xingchen, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Shouldn't the martial arts leader be preparing for the martial arts conference in Yanbei City? Why did he come here?

As expected of a heroine, you can meet the harem everywhere. The strange thing is that Qi Lingyang is not by Ruan Qingan's side. Wei Yushu remembers that Ruan Qingan walked with Qi Lingyang.

There was a lot of people in the inn, and there was no difference between toasting and drinking in an ordinary inn, except that a woman in a green shirt at Ruan Qingan's table complained.

"Bah, bah, this dish is so salty, is it made by someone?"

Wei Yushu silently put down the chopsticks for holding vegetables, it seems that people in the Demon Cult should learn how to cook.

Another man picked up a chopstick, tasted it, and then spit it out: "This dish is too busy, Xiaoer, call your shopkeeper."

Xiao Er came over and bowed down to apologize for a while, when Xiao Er bent down and raised his head again, a scimitar the length of his forearm stabbed at the nearest person in front of him.

But at this moment, everyone rushed forward, surrounded Ruan Qing'an and the others, and the swords clashed with each other, making an ear-piercing "clang clang" sound, and the inn suddenly fell into chaos.

The only one who can sit still is Wei Yushu.

She flipped through the dishes pickily, "It's unpalatable to death, there is no one who can cook in such a big Demon Cult."

The person who said he was going to kill her just now sneaked behind her, and hooked a half-moon scimitar from behind Wei Yushu.

Wei Yushu dodged sideways, and threw the chopsticks in her hand, piercing the man's throat, leaving a bloody hole. The man covered his neck in pain and fell into a pool of blood.

Wei Yushu got up and walked away, too much blood would stain her white skirt, she put her hands on the railing on the second floor, watching the people below beat you to death.

There was debris flying over, Wei Yushu hid to the side, really don't understand why these people in the Jianghu always like to destroy the tables, chairs and benches of other people's inn when they fight, even the cash register is smashed by the flying people.

Ruan Qing'an and the others were surrounded. Fortunately, their martial arts were not low, and only two of them had tasted that dish, and the rest were pretty good at it. Except for Ruan Qing'an, Ruan Qing'an seemed to be the best among the group of people. Her martial arts were better than before. The old Wei Yushu is much better. It can be seen that if the former Wei Yushu ran into this group of people, he would die immediately.

People in the Devil's Cult are superior in numbers, and they can be consumed slowly even in a wheel battle.

No one of the two teams can solve the other now, unless someone can break the situation.

There were three people present who were still stable, Wei Yushu, He Xingchen, and Jing Yi who was hiding in the dark.

He Xingchen's eyes fell on Wei Yushu like a pool of stagnant water. She was so much like the leader of this group of people, she stood there to relax and no one attacked her.

Wei Yushu also knew that in the eyes of the two teams, she must be a thorn in the side, but no one dared to be the first cannon fodder.

Until then, a dozen thin needles flew out from behind a wall, pierced through the paper window on the wooden door, and flew towards Ruan Qing'an.

Jing Yi made a move, and Wei Yushu understood that few people could defend against Jing Yi's needle, even the martial arts leader He Xingchen had a hard time, of course he had no problem protecting himself, but it was difficult to protect others.

Besides, He Xingchen's vigilance mainly fell on Wei Yushu at this time, he was guarding against this woman who saw them in trouble openly.

The dozens of needles pierced the necks of the two before they got close to Ruan Qing'an's face.

It was hard for others to resist Jing Yi's needles, but Wei Yushu was not included in this other people, who used to use needles before.

In Wei Yushu's previous life, needles were usually used for self-protection, and she used Tang Dao to kill people in the rivers and lakes. Only a few people have seen her use needles, and Jing Yi is one of them. If she dies under her needles, Jing Yi will not lose.

Jing Yi in this world is also good at using needles, Wei Yushu inevitably feels that this is a bit of a strange coincidence.

But now it's important to save people, Wei Yushu climbed out of the railing, jumped down, and flew towards Ruan Qing'an, rolled up her long sleeves, and put all Jingyi's needles into her sleeves.

It was only at this time that He Xingchen noticed the invisible needles that flew to take people's lives, and Ruan Qing'an was about to die from these needles. Thinking of this, He Xingchen's eyes looking into the dark became gloomy.

He Xingchen also made a move, and flew towards Jing Yi who was in the dark.

Wei Yushu stood where she was, and everyone couldn't tell whether she was an enemy or a friend, but no matter what, she was a master, and if she didn't make a move, it was better not to provoke her.

Wei Yushu doesn't know how good He Xingchen's martial arts are, but since he can become the leader of the martial arts alliance, he is also a rare master in the Jianghu.

Seeing He Xingchen make a move, Ruan Qing'an and his group started to fight back.

Half an hour later, there were still more than half of the demon cult members in the inn, but a person flew in from the window on the first floor.

To be precise, a person was thrown in, and Jing Yi rolled to the ground, spitting blood, staring at Wei Yushu with gloomy eyes.

Jing Yi's black clothes were quite damaged, the blood stains were not obvious, her hair was disheveled, her black clothes were stained with ashes, she fell on the stone brick ground, supporting herself with her hands, the black dress spread like a poisoned flower. Flower, with long hair hanging from the side of her face, she lowered her head slightly and cast a sideways glance at Wei Yushu.

Wei Yushu's veil blocked the smile that bloomed at the corner of her mouth, but her slightly curved eyebrows and eyes could see her happiness.

He Xingchen wiped his long sword, walked in, and only asked Ruan Qingan, "Are you okay?"

Ruan Qing'an showed a smile: "It's okay, you are pretty good at Dead Ice."

"Take care of her." He Xingchen didn't say much anymore, and killed all the other demon cult members in the inn.

Almost at the same time that He Xingchen left, Wei Yushu walked up to Jingyi and bent down to look at her.

Jing Yi looked at Wei Yushu with dangerous eyes, and suddenly launched an attack, sticking out a silver needle from his tongue and piercing Wei Yushu's eyes.

Wei Yushu had also played this move before, and she dodged it with a tilt of her head.

In terms of serious martial arts, Wei Yushu may not be able to beat many people in the arena, but in terms of insidious moves, she can beat many people.

Grabbing Jingyi's chin, forcing her to look up to her, Wei Yushu laughed, "A majestic demon saint, there is still a day."

"Oh, who are you?" Even though Jing Yi was controlled by others, she never saw any trace of fear on her face, either Jing Yi was too good at pretending, or she was really fearless.

After seeing the other congregants being killed by He Xingchen, Jing Yi's expression did not change, but she swallowed unconsciously.

Wei Yushu caught a glimpse of her swan-like slender neck making a swallowing movement, which was very provocative. Wei Yushu swallowed unconsciously. Suddenly, as if she had reacted, she clasped Jingyi's face with one hand, forcing Jingyi to swallow. Yi opened her mouth wide, and stretched out two fingers with her other hand to pick Jingyi's throat.

Jing Yi retched a few times, and spat out a white pill that she hadn't had time to swallow.

Of course, Jing Yi vomited more than just pills. Wei Yushu held back her nausea and prevented Jing Yi from taking poison to commit suicide. She wrapped her arms around Jing Yi's waist, hugged her, and said softly, "Death is the hardest thing. How can I let you die?" You died so easily."