The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 271 The play within the play!
Xie Wanrong also sensed that something was wrong.

Ever since the first person caused the Juling Stone attack, the development of things has deviated.

In particular, he is not human at all, most likely a monster race.

As for the man in front of him, how would an ordinary martial artist dare to provoke him when he sees a seventh-order beast, not to mention that there are two shining beasts beside him, Bi Fang.

This man—like testing her.

Why test her, Xie Wanrong stepped into the Wind Valley for the first time, even if there is someone as powerful as Qi Jinghuan by her side, it is not worth others' attention.

Unless she has already been targeted before stepping into the valley of the wind.

The Ziyu Qijue whip in her hand tightened more and more, Qi Jinghuan should have seen the clue.

She pursed her lower lip tightly, the Xueyin dagger was not an ordinary sword, Nanli cursed secretly, and her hands and feet were temporarily restrained.

Xie Wanrong took advantage of the situation and swung his whip, Ziyu Qijue whip was covered with fire energy, and lashed hard on his back.

His skin was ripped apart, and with this whip, he let out a muffled grunt, and faint yellow fur appeared on his lean back.

The corners of Xie Wanrong's lips curled slightly, and he said coldly: "It really is a demon!"

She approached slowly, bent down, her delicate and beautiful features had a sinister smile, she stretched out her hand with a smile, and her palm fell on the hilt of Xueyin's short sword, she pressed heavily, and quickly pulled out the sword .

"You——!" Nanli gasped, feeling that his hand was going to be useless, he gritted his teeth, and underestimated the fluffy girl in front of him.

Xie Wanrong's face was three points innocent, seven points cold and evil, and she wiped the blood on Xueyin's dagger leisurely. She squinted at him: "Tell me, what is your purpose?"

Under the damp dense forest, a strong gust of wind suddenly passed behind him, Xie Wanrong was startled and turned around, only to see Qi Jinghuan holding a person in his hand, the long blade in that person's hand had not been put away, and the direction was facing Xie Wanrong.

Qi Jinghuan's whole body was gloomy, his slender and fair fingers were tightly clutching his neck, his phoenix eyes were scattered and cold, and his stern face was shrouded in awe.

Even so, the innate aura of a king in his body is still extraordinary, and the slightly wrinkled brows did not detract from his handsome and handsome appearance, on the contrary, they added a little bit of temptation to him.

The clothes are elegant, causing ripples.

Some people are born to admire.

Xie Wanrong stared blankly for a moment, she quickly pulled back her thoughts, met Qi Jinghuan's cold eyes, her lips parted slightly: "So it's a play within a play!"

The person holding the sword and trying to kill her was the one who had caused confusion by shouting out the spirit-gathering stone earlier.

"Wan'er, it seems that your identity has been exposed." Qi Jinghuan narrowed his eyes coldly, as long as he exerted a little force, this little monster would be wiped out.

But he didn't, after all, these two little demons in front of him belonged to Xie Wanrong.

It was the first time Nan Yuan felt that his life was threatened, he didn't dare to breathe out, the pressure of the man in front of him was too strong.

He boasted that he was very skillful in escaping, but now he was just being strangled by the throat, and he couldn't escape.

It's not that he's not good at kung fu, but that he doesn't dare to escape. In front of this man, he doesn't have the courage to escape at all.

It was as if an invisible hand was pressing down on him, and this feeling of fear came to my heart.

He quickly lowered his eyes: "The little demon Nanyuan is from the Snow Leopard clan of the South Island, and today he is here to pay homage to the Demon King."

"Little... little demon Nanli, a branch of the Snow Leopard Clan of the South Island..."

A family of snow leopards in the South Island.

Xie Wanrong was ignorant of the Yaozu's affairs, but when he heard the word "greeting" in his mouth, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

(End of this chapter)