After rebirth, flirtatiously in the arms of the deadly enemy Demon Venerable

Chapter 1 If I Say Yes, Can You Trust Me?
"Snapped!!"

The loud applause came to Ning Xiang's ears, gradually clearing her bewildered thoughts.

In front of me is a giant tree with large pink and white Albizia julienne flowers blooming, and the pink gauze curtains tied to the branches of the tree are fluttering with the evening wind.

A girl was sitting slumped under the giant tree. The girl's face hidden under the messy blue hair was six points similar to her, but at the moment her right cheek was swollen, and the tears on her face made her look weak and pitiful.

This is not the first time Ning Xiang has seen her adoptive sister put on such a pose, but she is a little strange why Ning Rou looks much younger at the moment.

She remembered that Ning Rou was already twenty when she died, but now, how could she look like she was 17?
Before she could figure it out, Ning Rou, who was sitting paralyzed under the tree, said aggrievedly:

"Second sister, I know you are very upset that this year's birthday is being arranged with mine again. As an adopted daughter who came to Ning's family later, I really shouldn't enjoy this kind of treatment. I can understand you doing something to me."

After listening to what Ning Rou said, Ning Xiang glanced at the silk tree that was still growing well, and then lowered her head to look at the thing that was tightly held in her right hand, and suddenly realized that she might have been reborn three years after death. forward? !

While the girl was shocked, a lot of Shaoyang Peak disciples gathered around at some point, and discussions began to erupt one after another.

"Isn't this the Second Senior Sister? When did she come out of the Ten Killing Realm?"

"It seems to be a matter of half a stick of incense, but it seems that the second senior sister's mind is still as small as ever. It's not a year or two for the two of them to arrange their birthdays together, right? Why does she have to find her at this time every year?" Junior sister's trouble, look at the right side of junior sister's face, it's all swollen from the beating."

"Hmph, it's hard to guess. The second senior sister's face is as cold as an ice cube all day long, and she only knows how to bury her head in cultivation. Compared with her, our junior sister is much less likable. Not long ago, I sent a lot of Shaoyang Feng disciples each have a Jiansui, in my opinion, she just vented her anger on Junior Sister because she was jealous and had no place to vent her anger!"

Ning Xiang didn't take these comments to heart, but looked down at Ning Rou who was still pretending to be pitiful, and moved her chapped and bleeding lips and asked, "Ning Rou, are you sure I'm just dissatisfied? This is the only thing that hit you?"

The girl stood facing the wind, her pure white disciple uniform was stained with blood and dust, she was not affected in any way even in the vortex of discussion at this moment, instead she was like a lonely and injured crane, staring at Ning Rou coldly.

There is a bluish-blue birthmark in the left eye of her phoenix eye. At first glance, it is easy to give people the illusion of being born with different pupils. When the color of the eyes becomes lighter, the expression in the eyes becomes more obvious. The coldness in Ning Xiang's eyes shivered, and she continued to pretend to be stupid:
"What is Second Sister saying? If it wasn't for this matter, what else could it be? Me."

Before Ning Rou could finish her sentence, her wet eyes lit up for a moment when she saw something, and mist filled her eyes again: "Brother, why are you here?"

Ning Xiang followed the reputation and saw that the person was wearing the same color disciple uniform as her, tall and tall, with heroic features, and a mole in the middle of his forehead, like a fallen Buddha, with a transcendent temperament.

The person who came was none other than Senior Brother Shao Yangfeng and Miao Yuxuan who was also her fiancé.

Seeing him coming, instead of caring about her fiancée who was still covered with injuries, Ning Xiang was not surprised to help the crying pear blossom and rainy Ning Rou, but calmly took out the healing pill from Najie and swallowed it. , to prepare for meeting someone later.

After Miao Yuxuan wiped Ning Rou's tears away and gave her a bottle of good wound ointment, she learned about the general situation from Ning Rou's disciples around her, and annoyance soon appeared on her heroic face.

He frowned tightly, looking at Ning Xiang with disappointment in his eyes:

"Ning Xiang, when did you become like this? In my memory, you are obviously the most sensible and disdainful person who bullies the weak. How can you be so self-willed and reckless that even a little junior sister who has no cultivation base will come down?" Are you going to beat me hard?!"

Ning Xiang listened to the same interrogation as in her previous life, put away the medicine bottle and said coolly:
"I admit to the slap. I didn't say I would admit to anything else. But after hearing what you said now, I only regret that I didn't hit it harder just now. It would be better to slap her mouth swollen, so that her mouth would be swollen." She can't tell lies!"

After Ning Xiang finished speaking, she glanced coldly at Ning Rou who was shrinking behind Miao Yuxuan, and she was so frightened that she immediately tightened the hand that was holding Miao Yuxuan's sleeve, like a frightened little white rabbit.

Miao Yuxuan sensed Ning Rou's fear of Ning Xiang, comforted her and said with a dark face: "Ning Xiang, you still have to die without repenting! If you apologize to Junior Sister immediately, this matter will be forgotten. If not today, I will seek justice for her!!"

"Fair?" Ning Xiang looked at the young man in front of her who had indirectly caused her death in the previous life. She didn't know whether she was asking about this matter or something else, and smiled sarcastically, "How do you know that what you are about to do will be asking for money?" Fairness, not favoritism?"

"What do you mean?" Miao Yuxuan frowned a little deeper, "Could it be that everyone present is lying, and you, Ning Xiang, are the only one who is innocent?"

Ning Xiang looked straight into his eyes, and the left eye with the blue birthmark was stained with anticipation: "If I say yes, can you trust me?"

After the girl asked, she opened her right hand that had been holding something, revealing the saber-shaped jade pendant broken into several pieces:
"She sneaked into my cave and took this thing. I asked her to return it to me. She said she wanted to return it, but when she returned it, she deliberately let it go and let it shatter on the ground. You said, give her this slap and she Is he wronged or not?"

The onlookers were puzzled:
"Isn't it just a jade pendant? As for slapping the junior sister directly? The second senior sister is too narrow-minded!"

"That's right, and I don't believe that a kind-hearted junior sister would do such a thing on purpose. Second senior sister, you need to have evidence for pouring dirty water on your junior sister, right?"

Miao Yuxuan and Ning Xiang have known each other for the longest time. Others may not know the meaning of the jade pendant in her hand, but he knows it very well.

If it was because of this that she beat Ning Rou, it would be justifiable.

but.
He lowered his head and glanced at the lovely and pitiful Ning Rou, and when he raised his head again, avoiding Ning Xiang's gaze, he pursed his lips and said, "I only believe what I hear and see."

Seeing this, Ning Xiang laughed at herself, the last gleam of expectation in her eyes dimmed, and her different pupils were gradually filled with sobriety:

"Since that's the case, then I'll show you the evidence you want. I, Ning Xiang, have always been upright and upright. I will admit it is my fault. No, I will not admit it even if it is persecuted by heaven!"

After speaking, a stone attached to the cave was inhaled by Ning Xiang with his cultivation.

　Opening a new chapter~ I want to write about the heroine who I wanted to write before is the type of Mozun. Wenwen is not considered an orthodox upgrade flow. The emotional line > the plot line. —"I'd rather die with the fragrance on the branch, than blow it into the north wind." I hope the new book will make everyone like it~
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