I became a scumbag in the global live broadcast

He ran out of Lingbao Pavilion in one breath, and the street was already empty.

The moon climbed to the top of the tree, and the cold wind rolled up the dead leaves on the ground and swirled them.

The moment she walked out of Lingbao Pavilion, Qian Hongfeng felt that she might be being followed.

The people following behind him were very cautious, hiding even their aura in the dark, but Qian Hongfeng was not a young man after all, in the ghost world in his previous life, he was used to ghosts hiding in the dark, this kind of Peeping, he noticed it the moment he stepped out of the gate of Lingbao Pavilion.

"Out of control."

Muttering something in a low voice, Qian Hongfeng started to walk towards the deserted long street.

The dead leaves on the ground made a crunching sound under their feet, which echoed in this long silent street, making it particularly intrusive.Under the moonlight, the red clothes were thin, and the boy was walking alone. Before he had gone far, the person hiding in the shadows couldn't wait to come out of the shadows.

"I thought you would hide for a little longer, but who would have thought that you would reveal your fox tails so quickly."

The leader was masked, he raised the long sword in his hand, and the sword light hit Qian Hongfeng's cheek, reflecting the young man's rebellious face.

"Stop talking nonsense, where are people?"

"who?"

Qian Hongfeng turned her head and looked at the long sword wrapped in black cloth in the man's hand, a sneer slowly emerged from the corner of her mouth.

"A bastard who doesn't even dare to show his sword, should he point his sword at me?"

"Who are you? You're just a dog following Lian Qing."

Crisp applause resounded in the night sky, Qian Hongfeng's eyes fell on the person who just spoke, with coldness in his eyes, "That's really good."

Qian Hongfeng's actions made people a little confused.

Didn't it mean that this young direct disciple obeyed Lian Qing's words?Why doesn't it look like that now?

There were four people besieging Qian Hongfeng. After looking at each other, the four people chose to ask again, "Don't play tricks here, where is the person you rescued now? Don't toast and don't eat." You will be punished with alcohol, and you won’t even know how you died when the time comes.”

The noisy sound beside her ear made Qian Hongfeng raise her hand to pick her ears.

The cold white moonlight reflected the cold and alienated face of the young man.

"It's really not the right time for you to choose today. Maybe I'd like to play with you an hour earlier. Now? It's too late."

[System: Warning, warning!The progress of the task is blocked, and the NPC who is chasing the key person is dying, and the number of deaths is 1/4. If the NPC is eliminated, the task will fail, and the host should stop it as soon as possible. 】

The ear-piercing sirens kept ringing in his mind, Yan Luo stood up abruptly, his body seemed to be on the verge of falling.

"Master Immortal? What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Yan Luo's expression seemed a bit ugly, Xiao Lin asked tentatively.

This kind of siren stimulated his nerves, making him feel that the person in front of him seemed to be a double image, he pressed his hand on the table, and reluctantly waved at Xiao Lin's master and servant, "I'm fine, Excuse me."

At the same time as the voice fell, there was no sign of Yan Luo in the room.

"Young master, the fairy master is gone!"

Xiao Lin slapped Yan Qing on the head, "Shut up, I saw it."

"Then... Young Master, do we still have to wait here?"

The jade box in his hand was cool, Xiao Linyi grasped the jade box, and stuffed the box containing Moshang flowers into his bosom, "Let's go back."

"Go... go back? Where are you going?"

"Idiot, where else can I go, go home!"

The teleportation technique didn't make Yan Luo move out of the Lingbao Pavilion directly, but into a corner inside the Lingbao Pavilion.

Yan Luo staggered and fell to the wall behind him, and the alarm sound in his mind finally stopped.

The cold wall made Yan Luo's mind clear. He supported the wall behind him, stood up bit by bit, and took a light breath.

[Yan Luo: What's going on at 88? 】

[88: The system just detected that after Qian Hongfeng went out, she bumped into the disciple who was looking for Xiao Lin outside Linshui City, and killed him. 】

[Yan Luo: How many people died? 】

[88: There are already two. 】

[Yan Luo: Coordinates. 】

【88: 876,245】

The wind blows the leaves and rustles, like playing a moving tune in the silence of the night.There are no stars in the sky tonight, only a dim yellow moon hanging in the sky.On the long street made of bluestone slabs, the cold wind mixed with a pungent smell of blood spread in the air.

When Yan Luo arrived, Qian Hongfeng was holding a long sword to the throat of the last person.

"stop!"

Qian Hongfeng, who was already red-eyed, did not stop the long sword in his hand because of Yan Luo's arrival, but continued to move forward holding the hilt of the sword.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to stab into the opponent's heart, Yan Luo only had time to pinch a teleportation spell.

The sound of the sword entering the gun was clear to the ear, and it seemed that something dripped from the night sky on the ground, and a blood-red lotus bloomed on the ground.

The whole world seemed to stand still. After a while, Yan Luo heard Qian Hongfeng ask softly, "Why?"

He couldn't count how many reasons Qian Hongfeng said. This child really likes to ask this question, but how does he want him to answer it?

Yan Luo's mouth curled into a smile, "Feng'er, stop killing people."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

The masked man who was blocked by Yan Luo felt the great ecstasy brought about by the rest of his life after the catastrophe. When he raised his eyes a little, he was facing Qian Hongfeng's trembling eyes, and he staggered back. After several steps, the whole person almost fell because of fear.

"Please don't kill me, don't..."

"Get out of here."

Yan Luo's voice was still cold and distant, the man cast a glance at Yan Luo, and ran towards the depths of the long street as if fleeing.

"Master, how does it feel to be stabbed with a sword?"

Hearing Qian Hongfeng's eccentric words, Yan Luo then lowered his head to look at the long sword inserted into his right shoulder.

The low-level wooden sword used by Canghong Sword Sect's disciples pierced it, leaving only a small amount of blood.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Yan Luo looked at the young man standing opposite him, "For the first time, I feel pretty good."

Qian Hongfeng's eyes narrowed instantly, he clenched the hilt of the sword, and pulled the long sword out of Yan Luo's shoulder.Blood flowed out from the moment the long sword was stabbed, staining the white clothes red.

Qian Hongfeng wanted to step forward with the wooden sword in her hand, but someone covered her eyes.

The palms of those hands seemed to be warm, and besides the strong smell of blood at the tip of their noses, they also smelled a good-smelling innocence and cold fragrance.

"Hey, don't look."