Devil's Concubine: Fighting Evil Monarchs

Chapter 19 Deadly Shadow

As for Mu Jiuluo, ahem, she made such a strong vow just now, and now there is such a good opportunity in front of her, how could she want to let it go?
but……

"If I just take it away like this, won't that guy be very angry when he comes back?" Mu Jiuluo rubbed his chin and said to himself.

To be honest, in the past half a month, although the two seem to get along without a trace of estrangement, Mu Jiuluo is not very afraid of this young man from "prison".

But in my heart, there is always a little shadow left, the shadow called "fear", "prison", which was originally a thorn in Mu Jiuluo's heart, but now it is standing in front of her alive. Throughout his life, his mind can't help shaking.

Mu Jiuluo still remembers the feeling of being licked away silently while the cold sweat slipped down her back.

The offerings at that time belonged to darkness, coming from the darkest depths of hell.

When she was a child, Mu Jiuluo had read a picture album, and she vaguely remembered that the background of a picture in it was a strange black, but there was a little bit of deadly blood red.

Those were sporadic sparks, faint killing intent flickering in the dark night.

A man stood under the thick night, a purple robe fluttering, sparks looming around him.

Even if it is a picture, Mu Jiuluo can still feel that high-spirited, unruly, and self-respecting imperial spirit.

In the strange two-color eyes, there is that incomparable disdain and sarcasm, as if in this world, he can cover the sky with only one hand.

The black long sword in his hand reflected cold light, as arrogant as his master, ruling the world.

At that time, Mu Jiuluo deeply felt that even the ninety-five supreme emperor was not as noble, domineering, and majestic as this man.

If this man really existed, then she would think without hesitation that the world should belong to this man, and even the sky would not be able to stop his conquest!
Unfortunately, that is just a picture, not a real history.

For this picture, Mu Jiuluo excitedly ran to the library and searched the history of the entire Yunpan Continent, but there was no record of the man similar to the picture.

She was in awe of this man who seemed both illusory and real.

And when Mu Jiuluo was in close contact with Ji at that time, he somehow felt that strange feeling, the feeling of wanting to surrender and bow down at his feet.

That disdain made her feel inexplicably familiar.

In fact, she knew at that time that if she acted rashly, Ji would kill her without hesitation.

With a chill, Mu Jiuluo came back to her senses, her eyes subconsciously lowered to the book "Qing Ling Huan Yu Gong", her pupils deepened, and she reached out to put it in her cuff.

Death is early, death is late, it is better to die vigorously, then, at least in the history of martial arts in the future, there will be such a record:
Mu Jiuluo, the young lady of the Mu family, personally annihilated the Mu family, which had a transcendent status in the martial arts world, because of revenge for her parents. Afterwards, she fought against an unknown master and died without regret in a duel that shocked the martial arts world.

After walking out of the wooden house, uh, of course, Mu Jiuluo didn't forget the brand new bed sheet in the room that smelled of him.

Dragging the sheets back to her room, she spread the sheets carefully, and Mu Jiuluo sat cross-legged on her bed, using her internal strength, the light blue air flow circulated in her meridians, flowing slowly, while the air The tiny molecules in her body were also slowly inhaled into her meridians.

Mu Jiuluo controlled the speed of internal force circulation, and it circulated steadily in her body for a week. She clearly felt that those tiny molecules were sucked in by the dantian when they passed through the dantian with the circulation of the internal force. The faint light on the dantian became brighter again.

Mu Jiuluo was surprised by this, but she didn't feel panicked, no matter what, it's always a good thing, isn't it?

She calmed down, formed mudras with her hands, and fell into the endless cultivation.

Time, in this silent space, passes quietly...

(End of this chapter)