How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 169 The First Chapter 68 Senior Brother, Have You Surrendered to the Enemy?

Patting the watermelon, Murong Jingyan's eyes revealed a dim light.

This watermelon is big and round.

It's a pity brother.
Just as Murong Jingyan was reminiscing, a big hand suddenly came out from behind him and slapped the watermelon hard, which shocked Murong Jingyan.

Looking back, although I can’t see clearly the features of my face under the light, I can still see the high brow bones and the full head of orange hair.
"Oh, mother!"

Murong Jingyan took a few steps away, and then bent down to look like a ghost. Zhu Huanan turned sideways unhurriedly, grabbed a watermelon with one hand and looked at it:

"Senior brother, saving your life is only worth a few watermelons?"

After seeing clearly that it was Zhu Huan'an, Murong Jingyan cautiously took half a step forward, tentatively stretched out her hands to hold Zhu Huan'an's chin, and moved it left and right.

What, actually unscathed?

"Brother, why are you not dead?"

After slapping Murong Jingyan's hand away, Zhu Huanan pouted three times to the ground and scolded:

"Why, do you really want me to die?"

"No no no."

He waved his hands hurriedly, and Murong Jingyan's brows also knitted together at this moment.

At this moment, what Ning Shangshu had said echoed in his mind, and he thought that Zhu Huan'an didn't even have a new injury on his body. At the moment, he was very hesitant to say something.

Seeing Zhu Huan'an grabbing the watermelons one by one into his discarded sword iron plate, Murong Jingyan couldn't help but ask:

"Senior brother, are you..."

"Did you take refuge in Wan Lun Kingdom?"

Zhu Huan'an was picking up the last watermelon. Hearing this, his movements froze. He turned to look at Murong Jingyan and asked:
"Where did this come from?"

Seeing that Zhu Huan'an did not admit it, Murong Jingyan hurriedly came up and reminded him in a low voice:

"Brother, listen to me."

"Of course I understand better than anyone else that nothing in this world is bigger than fate. What's more, senior brother, you saved me. Logically, I should support you unconditionally."

"But you still have to think about this matter clearly."

Murong Jingyan looked around and saw another pilgrim walking into the Tutu Temple, so she pulled Zhu Huan'an aside and continued to tiptoe and whisper:
"It is human nature to surrender to the enemy in exchange for your life. If this is really the case, senior brother, please tell me, and junior sister will give you some advice."

"After all, this is a capital crime!" (lower voice)

"What's more, if we are really caught, even Abandoned Sword Villa will be executed."

Murong Jingyan's eyes are full of concern and justice at the moment, and there is still half a sentence left unsaid.

If you really defect to the enemy country, tell me, and I can run away with the bucket from Qijian Villa as soon as possible.

After listening to Murong Jingyan's words, Zhu Huanan just sneered, raised his elbow to push Murong Jingyan away, and put his hand on the black knife.

"Don't be poor. Your senior brother is blessed with great fortune. Are you going to surrender to the enemy?"

Zhu Huanan raised two fingers to the sky and said loudly:
"Not to mention that little spy of Wanlun Kingdom, even God can't accept me, so I'll leave it at that!"

Rumble. Rumble.
The pilgrims who had just entered the temple trembled suddenly, and immediately turned to look at the sky outside the temple:
"It's weird, why is it suddenly sunny and thunderous?"

The two people in the temple also looked at each other, Zhu Huan'an silently stretched out his hand, and Murong Jingyan also wisely handed over the two residual incense she bought.

After collecting the incense, Zhu Huan'an bowed to the land inside, and then the two of them lifted their feet and left the small temple.

The setting sun is falling, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines into the official road.

The wilderness mountains and forests are covered with golden flowers, the rice fields and plains, the distant mountains are covered with clouds, and there is no one outside Baiqiu City. It is also extremely beautiful.

The two were walking in tandem. Zhu Huan'an picked an ear of wheat in his mouth and casually struck the surrounding weeds with a black knife.

Murong Jingyan followed behind silently, took off her mask, and put her hands in front of her eyebrows.

where is this going
Looking at Zhu Huan'an's leisurely look in front of him, Murong Jingyan was also speechless for a while. The senior brother was silent on how he got out of trouble, but it didn't look like he had surrendered to the enemy.

Even if he surrenders to the enemy, he still can't pretend that such an old god is there.

Could it be
Did he kill Li Sanyun back?
"Senior brother, why do you feel that you are in a good mood?" Murong Jingyan was so idle that she quickly stepped forward and spoke to break the silence.

Zhu Huanan spit out the wheat ear from his mouth, turned it around in his hand, and said in surprise: "Oh?"

Smiling, he suddenly took a deep breath, put one hand on his waist, and strode with an unexpected expression:

"Have you seen this posture before?" Murong Jingyan was dumbfounded. This was the first time he saw his senior brother in this posture.

"Senior brother, are you imitating those playboys?"

Zhu Huanan raised his head and laughed, but the laughter soon subsided and turned into a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

".imitate?"

"If there is a choice, who would be willing to become an immortal? Wouldn't it be nice to continue to be such a dandy?"

"But speaking of which, let me give you something."

As he spoke, Zhu Huan'an put his hands into his arms and looked at Murong Jingyan, but when Murong Jingyan's eyes showed curiosity, he stopped.

"Junior sister, what is your waist?"

When Murong Jingyan heard this, she looked at her waist. In her belt was a gorgeously carved rouge, golden bird.

"Oh, this one."

Taking out the rouge, Murong Jingyan nodded and said, "This is rouge. It's called Jinsi... what does it mean?"

"But Shen Fengchen gave it to you?"

Zhu Huan'an suddenly stopped, with a questioning tone in his voice, but his eyes were fixed on the golden bird.

"what?"

"Brother, how do you know?"

"Why did Junior Sister accept his things?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Zhu Huanan's words, Murong Jingyan quickly stuffed it back, feeling a little confused.

"This... is hard to explain."

"I never accept other people's things, but this is just a piece of rouge. Senior brother, why do you ask this?"

Zhu Huan'an nodded when he heard this. He exhaled and took his hands out of his arms. He turned around and seemed to have regained his appearance as a senior brother again, and walked towards the boundless road ahead.

"fine."

Raising an eyebrow, Murong Jingyan followed suit.

Zhu Huanan looked at it from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but ask:

"Then what is this cup you have been holding in your hand? It was also given to you by Shen Fengchen?"

"My own, my own."

"Senior brother, we are all from the same sect. If you have objections to Mr. Shen, please don't bring harm to Chi Yu."

"Master Shen?"

"Shen Fengchen!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Huan'an's mouth, and he glanced back:

"Don't blame senior brother for talking too much."

"Now you have no parents, and you are alone. If senior brother doesn't help to take care of you, one day you will be harmed by a glib guy. Wouldn't it be a waste of all your talent?"

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan turned her head away and rolled her eyes quietly.

Still harming me?

Tsk, I am the only one who causes trouble to others.

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Two days later, Baiqiu City was seven hundred miles away.

The ice-covered snow valley, where everything is dead and silent, is the most remote place in the rich Yuanzhou, and few people come here.

It's called Cangming River Valley.

But today, two figures, one red and one purple, stood on the snow hill.

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