The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Wang Que snorted and laughed, then lay back on the eaves.

"You ask me why I said that?"

"That's right!"

Wang Que shook his head and took another sip of wine. After drinking it, Wang Que snorted and said, "Why did I say that? Haha."

"I'm afraid of death."

"The blood witch is so cruel, who knows if she will poison me."

Beside him, a trace of mockery flashed in the blood witch's eyes. It turned out that she was just afraid of death.

A few seconds later, Wang Que laughed twice again: "Very pitiful, haha."

The Blood Witch frowned: "What pitiful!"

Wang Que moved his body to make himself more comfortable: "Blood Witch~, ah... Xiaozhu, Xiaozhu said that Xuanyin Mountain is the mountain of the Blood Witch's father, and it is the site of the Xuanyin Sect."

"Xiaozhu said that we can't call her Sister Xiaozhu, otherwise she will die haha."

"Haha, how can she die so easily? Xiaozhu also said that restoring the sect is the obsession of the village owner, saying that you must not offend bad luck, otherwise you will die, haha, I said today, am I dead?"

"Hahaha, not dead, hahaha..."

"You say, who is pitiful!"

"She, a woman, restored the sect... restored the sect..."

"Haha, I can only say that it's awesome~ awesome~........." Wang Que's voice suddenly rose when he said the last two words.

"So, I can't tell the truth to Grandpa Dunkong, right?"

"If I say that, haha, she will die. Grandpa Dunkong is so strong. He can kill her with a snap of his fingers. Hahaha..."

The Blood Witch was silent for a long time, and then she slowly spoke: "Do you still remember her name?"

"Mo Lingqing...Mo, Lingqing." Wang Que murmured, as if he had fallen asleep.

After hearing this, the Blood Witch slowly sat down after a long time: "Why did you save her behind you? She is just a demon who kills people without hesitation."

"Or, you are afraid of death."

Wang Que whispered dimly: "I like her..."

The Blood Witch's voice was faint: "Why do you like her? Is it because she is pitiful or because she looks good?"

Hearing this, Wang Que supported his arms and sat up and looked at the Blood Witch. His drunken eyes were still sleepy and he still smelled of alcohol: "Like, that is a feeling, you won't understand even if I tell you, not to mention that liking someone, do you need a reason?"

The Blood Witch frowned: "Don't you need it?"

Wang Que opened his drunken eyes slightly, and seemed to see the person in front of him clearly: "Husband, Madam?"

The Blood Witch turned her head subconsciously.

..........

Under the night, the moonlight was as bright as water. On the eaves, Wang Que fell on Mo Lingqing's legs and snored slightly.

"Hmm..." Suddenly Wang Que snorted and moved his nose: "It smells good~"

Under the evil ghost mask, two red clouds brushed across the white clouds, and Mo Lingqing's eyes flashed with shame and anger.

With one hand, he formed a seal, and the nine seals in his mind fell apart.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the plain-looking Wang Que...

For a long time, the corners of his mouth on his cold face curled slightly: "Hmph, dead pig."

After a while, Wang Que loosened his grip on the wine jar, and the wine jar rolled down from the tiles.

Mo Lingqing's eyes moved slightly but he didn't move. After a few seconds, the sound of the wine jar breaking and the drunken scolding came from the attic: "Who threw the wine? Come out and fight!!"

The drunken voices shouting in the attic were endless, and gradually disappeared as time passed.

The night deepened. Mo Lingqing, dressed in blood-stained clothes, appeared at the side door of the Jiaofangsi with Wang Que. Here, Wang Que's six guards stood in front of the sedan chair and performed their duties faithfully.

"Young Master?!" The guards were stunned and then stood up suddenly, with their long swords half unsheathed and staring at Mo Lingqing coldly: "Who are you! Put down my young master quickly!"

Mo Lingqing's face was indifferent: "I am the Blood Witch. Go back and tell your clan leader that I took Wang Que away."

"Blood Witch?" A guard exclaimed.

Another guard reacted instantly and sheathed his knife, and clasped his fists: "It turned out to be the second young master's wife. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. Family members don't recognize each other. Please don't blame the second young master's wife."

"In fact, the second young master did not come to the Jiaofangsi on his own initiative today. The second young master was completely dragged here by his friends. Our second young master is self-disciplined and rarely comes to the Jiaofangsi. Even if he comes, he just listens to the songs and watches the dance."

The guards nodded in agreement, saying that the second young master came here just to appreciate it.

Mo Lingqing didn't say anything, and the Blood Spirit Sword appeared under his feet.

A guard hurriedly took out the birdcage from the sedan chair: "Second young master's wife, this is the second young master's favorite bird."

Mo Lingqing took a look at the big colorful parrot.........

The originally sleeping colorful parrot opened its eyes and tilted its head.The bird opened its mouth in anger: "Good, good."

Mo Lingqing frowned slightly, but still raised her hand to suck the bird cage into her hand.

The Blood Spirit Sword rose into the air, and then instantly flew away from the city.

On the ground, the six guards looked at each other........

"The Second Young Master's wife has a strong aura, worthy of being the woman our Second Young Master likes!"

"Well, the Second Young Master's wife seems to be quite reasonable, and she didn't pursue our Second Young Master's visit to the Music Bureau."

"Okay, brothers, go back and tell the clan leader, the Second Young Master has just returned for less than a day, and now he's gone again..."

"Alas, the Second Young Master hasn't taken us to play yet, alas, I'm already missing the Second Young Master."

Here, Mo Lingqing took Wang Que back to Xuanyin Mountain.

On the Sword King's side, a few days ago...

"The power of artistic conception?! Immortal weapon!!! How is this possible!" On a certain river, Wang Changsheng narrowly avoided the attack of the immortal weapon with the power of artistic conception and looked terrified.

"You are only in the late Yuandan period, how can you have an immortal weapon, how can you feel the power of artistic conception!"

On the other side, the Sword King was covered in blood and looked indifferent.

He did not speak, the sword light flashed around him, and the power of artistic conception condensed crazily.

Wang Changsheng's pupils contracted, and he grabbed his friend Li Wenzhe who had just died and flew backwards at a high speed: "Sword King, for the sake of our past friendship, I will let you go today, you can do whatever you want!"

After saying these harsh words, he fled away at a faster speed.

The Sword King looked coldly at Wang Changsheng who was fleeing far away, and the sword light around him was still bright and dark.

After several minutes, the Sword King spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then the sword light around him collapsed.

He is the first person in Yuandan, but fighting against two people in the late stage of Diqiao Realm...

If it weren't for the power of artistic conception, if it weren't for the immortal treasure of Hanguang Jueying Sword!

"Cough cough." After coughing away the blood in his throat, a hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Sword King.

"If I didn't have time to completely refine the Hanguang Jueying Sword, how could I be so embarrassed today!"

After taking back the Hanguang Jueying Sword, the Sword King did not leave, but fell directly into the bottom of the river to hide and heal his wounds.

Eighty miles away, Wang Changsheng's face was extremely gloomy: "Just Yuandan can feel the power of artistic conception that only Chongxu Realm has. This Sword King is really the invincible Sword King of the past."

"Today's feud is completely made. After provoking such a monster, it seems that I can only shrink and wait for the return of the master!"

Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng's heart moved and he took out the soul tablet of his junior brother Du Wang from the storage ring.

"The soul tablet is not broken. It seems that my junior brother has succeeded. Humph, not all late Yuandan are as terrifying as the Sword King."

Putting away the junior brother's soul tablet, Wang Changsheng then looked at Li Wenzhe who was dead at his feet.

Shaking his head and sighing, "Brother Wenzhe, I'm sorry for you this time, but since you are dead, your things will not be used anymore."

"It's a waste of things if you don't use them. I'll take the trouble to help you hold them. I believe your spirit in heaven will also hope that I will do this."

While speaking, he reached out to take off Li Wenzhe's storage ring and took out all the storage bags on his body.

"Good old fox, you have a lot of treasures, hum."

After a while, Wang Changsheng performed the blood method to extract the blood and spiritual power of fellow Taoist Wenzhe...

A few days later, Wang Changsheng returned to Tiefo City with a rosy face, and his aura seemed to be more condensed and profound.

He did not return to his own mansion, but came directly to Li Wenzhe's mansion.

A quarter of an hour later, in Li Wenzhe's yard, seven or eight beautiful ladies, each with their own unique features, were standing there crying, and beside them were several little boys and girls.