How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 280 White Mist
Following this shocking roar, countless ghosts of knights emerged from the collapsed ruins of the city tower, and the vast water seemed to crush everything.

Murong Jingyan stepped back more than ten feet with a tap of her toes, and retreated to Zhu Huanan's side.

At this moment, Zhu Huan'an also put away his black sword. The two of them looked at each other in silence, just watching the silent torrent of cavalry rushing towards the city.

Wherever the army passed, ghosts and corpses were everywhere, but there was always silence in their ears. They could only feel that the wind was getting worse, and the chill on their bodies was getting worse.

"Senior brother, I'm afraid we can't deal with such ghosts, right?"

Murong Jingyan opened her mouth with a worried look on her face.

If they had not wiped the red and pink bricks in time, they would have been trampled to death without even knowing what happened.
Zhu Huanan nodded and was obviously shocked by this scene. If Murong Jingyan had reminded him later, he might have ended up like the female cultivator in that scene, dead without a complete body.

As the cavalry moved further and further away, the icy coldness on the two men's bodies also quickly dissipated.
Murong Jingyan shrugged and looked at the scattered fragments of tables and chairs and ghostly arms and limbs in the square, seeming to realize something.

"Could this coldness be related to these ghosts?"

Zhu Huan'an shook his shoulders, and then swung the black knife twice. Without the chill, his body instantly became much more flexible, and the sky around him surged like a waterfall, rushing again.

"Yes, there are ghosts from an unknown period gathering in this dragon city, but no one can tell what they are."

Looking up and looking around, Zhu Huanan breathed out:

"After all, even the old guy Master has already forgotten everything about what happened in Dragon City. Let's take it one step at a time."

After that, Zhu Huanan walked towards the center of the square. Only by crossing the square behind the city gate could he enter the inner city and take a closer look.

Murong Jingyan followed closely behind. Although the ghosts on the ground were no longer moving, the bloody mud where the female cultivator used to be was a reminder of the danger in this place.

As she got closer, Murong Jingyan saw something shining in the pool of blood.

Hao waved his wrist lightly, and the spirit-guiding silk flexibly wrapped around the object and brought it back to his hand.

It's a cloth bag.

Pulling open the loosened corner of the cloth bag, Murong Jingyan's eyes froze, and there were several crystal clear crystal stones hidden in it, which were shining with light.

"Ten Thousand Years of Tears"

Murong Jingyan's expression was calm. Although these few Ten Thousand Years Tears were an unexpected harvest, they were far from being called many, but the more the better.

"Ok?"

Reaching out to take it out, Murong Jingyan looked at a domino in her hand, her beautiful eyes slightly closed.

This domino is not exquisite, it should be hand-made. There are words on it, the knife is carved with dragon and the pen is strong, and the book has numbers:

[Junior Sister Xian, everything goes smoothly and safely, I’m waiting for you]

His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly held the domino in his hand.

Murong Jingyan couldn't help but look back
The square was empty, and where the female cultivator died, there was only half a trace of bloody clothes left, torn and stained, and nothing else was left.

Shaking his head, Murong Jingyan sighed softly, but found that Zhu Huanan in front of him stopped and stood with a knife, tilting his head to wait for him.

"What is it?"

Seeing Zhu Huan'an looking at his hand, Murong Jingyan quietly turned over the dominoes, dropped them into his sleeves, and then threw the bag over.

"They are a few thousand-year tears left by the female cultivator."

Zhu Huanan took the cloth bag, but did not look at it. Instead, he followed Murong Jingyan's gaze.

His chest rose and fell, he took a deep breath, held the knife with both hands and was not in a hurry, and said with some emotion:
"Say it."

"If she hadn't been wailing like this, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to discover the dangerous variables here, and our lives would have been in danger."

"You have to thank her."

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan stroked the broken hair beside her ears, feeling inexplicably irritable:
"Yes, this person."

"Although we didn't know each other, I'm as sad as a rabbit dying and a fox dying. After all, I didn't even see her face clearly, so she died miserably outside the city." Zhu Huanan nodded, turned his head and looked at Murong Jingyan silently walking behind him, so he turned the black He picked up the knife, turned around and shouted:
"Junior sister!"

After a pause, Murong Jingyan looked back in confusion.

Reflected by the dim halo of the setting sun, Zhu Huanan's orange hair was swaying like a fire. His golden eyes held a natural stubbornness, and his tone was calm and inexplicable:
"Don't worry, as long as senior brother is here."

"You will be fine."

The breeze floats the clothes, and Murong Jingyan's black hair sways.

After a long silence, he finally showed a smile, waved his hand and walked forward.

"Senior brother, just don't let me save you anymore."

When we walked into the city, it was already dark.

Before the third watch, heavy fog started to appear, and even the Divine Eye Tiantong could not see two feet away. In a certain alley, Zhu Huanan and Murong Jingyan were leaning against the stone wall, closing their eyes to rest.

"Brother, how do you explore this Dragon City?"

Murong Jingyan opened her eyes and raised her elbow to cup Zhu Huan'an next to her.

As soon as the two entered the city, they were threatened by the white mist. If they hadn't been careful, they would have gotten separated. Even Zhu Huanan's golden eyes couldn't see through the origin of the white mist.

For safety reasons, the two walked to a narrow alley, so that even if they were attacked, they would at least know where the enemy was.

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Opening his eyes, Zhu Huanan raised a palm and asked:

"Did you apply the old man's blood?"

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan nodded and pulled out a long sword from under her body. The long sword was smeared with a layer of golden blood and looked very sacred.

"Master's blood has been painted on it."

This was obtained from a certain swordsman in the Dragon Palace when the Black Prince went on a killing spree.

The reason why it was painted on this sword is naturally because at the critical moment, the prince may need to take action again to repel the enemy. Oh, it should not be said to repel the ghost.

Zhu Huanan looked at the sword but said nothing, he just warned:
"This blood is limited, don't use it arbitrarily."

"The brick powder is enough to wipe out the ghosts who are sitting today. If you encounter those ghosts of the cavalry, you have to use this weapon with the holy blood to stab their brain stems to kill them."

Seeing Murong Jingyan nodding her head in understanding, Zhu Huanan continued:
"We arrived late. It's probably been a few days in this city. No one knows what happened. When the fog clears, we have to find a job first."

"Ok?"

Before they finished speaking, the two men suddenly narrowed their eyes.

Murong Jingyan grabbed the hilt of the sword, felt something carefully, and said softly:
"This chill."

"Is there a resentful ghost approaching?"

Zhu Huan'an stood up slowly. He held a knife in one hand and looked cold, wearing red clothes and a black knife, blocking the entrance of the alley.

"Be careful."

"Not just coldness, but also murderous intent."

Murong Jingyan also stood up and stared in that direction.

rustle,,

As the gravel rustled, something seemed to be getting closer and closer in the mist.

Murong Jingyan took out some red brick powder from her sleeve and was about to wipe it on her eyes. At this moment, a voice suddenly came out from the white mist:
"Girl, wait a minute."

(End of this chapter)