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

Chapter 975 Killing Demons (2)

His hand on her shoulder paused slightly, raised his deep eyes, and opened his mouth to explain: "Wan'er, back then..."

"I see." She nodded: "I should believe you, I was too impatient at the beginning."

For now, what happened at the entrance of the Five Elements Array is meaningless.

In other words, that matter has become irrelevant.

Qi Jinghuan hugged her, put his cheek against his cheek, his voice was soft like a child's: "Wan'er, I'm very worried, I'm worried that after you break through the seal, you will get angry and hate me."

Listening to these words, Xie Wanrong's voice was rough, she leaned on his body and let him hold her: "I'm fine."

Probably really a trick of fate.

If she could have calmed down a little earlier and didn't get angry and bloody because of Luo Xun's words, maybe there would not be as many things in Beixi Continent, and she wouldn't have discovered the Demon Slayer Sword hidden in the deep sea by herself.

All of this is like a huge wheel of life turning its teeth, pushing it little by little, and in the end it is beyond redemption.

As shrewd as Qi Jinghuan, how could he fail to notice Xie Wanrong's strangeness, his brows furrowed almost invisibly, if the previous suspicion was only eight points, then now, he said with certainty: "The Demon Slayer Sword is here."

Xie Wanrong paused for a few seconds, probably because he didn't expect to be known by Qi Jinghuan so soon.

That's okay, she was worried and didn't know how to speak, she nodded: "The Demon Slayer Sword, only the emperor can open it."

Qi Jinghuan had heard a little about this legend.

He gently touched Xie Wanrong's shoulders, a purple halo flashed in his eyes, and he narrowed his brows slightly: "Don't worry, it's just a legend."

Xie Wanrong shook his head: "Since it exists, it cannot be a legend."

The only thing that is uncertain is whether the Devil Slayer Sword can only destroy his body, or it will destroy his body and his soul will be scattered.

Thinking of the latter, Xie Wanrong shuddered.

That is, in this split second, she was very sure that she didn't want Qi Jinghuan to die, even if it cost her life.

What I regret most is probably the stupid thing I did ten thousand years ago.

Qi Jinghuan lightly scratched her nasal bone: "Go back and change into clean clothes first, your husband will not die so easily."

Xie Wanrong smiled deeply, turned her head and took a deep look at the calm sea, hoping that Xiahou Yihan would never appear here, otherwise——a murderous intent flashed across her golden pupils, and it was fleeting.

But at the same time, another part of her body came from the strong clamor in the blood, constantly reminding her that the man standing beside her was an unforgivable devil.

She rubbed her forehead with a headache, and suddenly stopped: "Ah Huan, is the mark on my forehead still there?"

Qi Jinghuan shook his head.

Xie Wanrong nodded thoughtfully, and activated the Phoenix Soul, the imprint on the forehead can also be controlled by itself.

When we returned to Qingshan College, it was getting late.

After changing his clothes again, Xie Wanrong didn't smile heartlessly and happily like before.

She sat down for a moment: "The Nine Qi Four-Horned Beast is one of the guardians of the Demon Slayer Sword."

The Jiuqi Four-Horned Beast that Qingshan Academy worked so hard to catch was not a monster, but a divine beast that guarded the Demon Slayer Sword.

"Wan'er, don't think about it." Qi Jinghuan couldn't bear to see Xie Wanrong being so negative, he teased, "I even escaped the Five Elements Formation, and I'm afraid of this mere Demon Slayer Sword."

　Happy winter solstice, babies~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)