Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Qian Mo is joking, my generation of cultivators is cultivating the great luck of heaven and earth, reincarnation of cause and effect, and chasing evil and proving the way is what my heart desires."

"Hehehe, good good, you pay attention to rest, leave the affairs of the court to me."

"Young Master, I dispatched a secret guard to keep an eye on the news of Miss Ruge, Ning Chuan and others...but..."

Early the next morning, before the imperial palace.

Although, in the end, she was not able to get involved with Young Master Ling Xiao.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, stretched out his hands, and embraced her in his arms.

Ling Xiao's eyes are playful and contain deep meaning.

How can such a cruel and bloody scene be allowed to happen, Destiny, of course we can only kill!

Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the overlapping shadows, barbarian demons, Shi Potian and others in front of him.

But, for some unknown reason, she always felt that Ling Xiao's interest in her was far less intense and straightforward than just now.

"Girls Ruge and the others are better. It seems that a Didi Fighting Alliance has been established to rob the famous sects and avenge the small sects. Although they are arrogant, so far no one seems to dare to provoke them, but Ning Chuan..."

However, the son's words and deeds made her regain her former heart of Taoism.

Although at this time, the young master did not refuse her bathing, but he was still covered with clothes, and there was no trace of greed on his face.

"Well, that was a long time ago."

Leng Qianmo smiled brightly, turned and disappeared.

Above the Lingchi, ripples appeared everywhere.

Perhaps, he is such a person... who cares about the common people and can't bear the burden of Li Min!

"There is no loss in this trip of the dark guard. Among the five saints and nineteen god-tier emperors of the Demon King Palace, except for the Golden Lion dog ancestor who appeared last in the Demon King Palace, the rest were all killed by the dark guards! In three days, this will be done. Fang forces completely disintegrated."

"By the way, son, there are still a few days before the festival of Kyushu, will you go?"

"Master... Qingchan doesn't want to be separated from you for a moment."

Warm blood, slay evil, and hone yourself.

"Qian Mo, last night...success?"

Ling Xiao said indifferently, "Okay, Qianmo, it's getting late, let's rest early."

"Thank you Lord."

Die Ying took a deep breath, his expression extremely solemn, "He's crazy."

"Grandma Huangzu, I have an occasional feeling recently that I want to retreat for a period of time. During this time, the court will be handed over to you."

"Oh? How many people did the Dark Guard lose?"

Leng Qianmo was a little contradictory at this time, especially the unparalleled fairy face and perfect figure in front of her, which made her a little hard to restrain herself.

Leng Qianmo's eyes trembled, as if returning to the days when he once conquered the world.

"Well, in this lower realm, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can go to the Huaxian Sect, find the Huaxian Sect Master, and say...this is what I mean."

The more attention is paid to it, the more violent the slap in the face.

What's more, half a month has passed since Ling Xiao's lower realm.

"I heard rumors when I was in the lower realm that there was a sin immortal buried here. Maybe this has something to do with him."

The anticipation on Leng Qianmo's face just surfaced, but it dimmed again in an instant.

"Hee hee, Young Master feels my breath?" Above the void, a chill quietly dissipated, and I saw a figure in Tsing Yi stepped from the sky, and before it landed, the Tsing T-shirt on his body dissipated directly.

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly and took the Qiankun bag with a calm and authentic tone.

And this half-month, I think some of the upper realms have already known the existence of the bronze fragments.

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, chatting with Leng Qianmo.

"Young Master, you said... Why did the spiritual energy suddenly recover in this land of Kyushu?"

Inexplicably, Leng Qianmo's pretty face blushed slightly, she got up gently, left the son's arm, and carefully kneaded his muscles and bones for him to relax.

"The reincarnation of the heavens is a fixed number. Now the Qingcang world has long been in chaos, the world master has disappeared, and all forces have ambitions to compete for the sky. Perhaps... all this was expected by others."

All he wants is results.

"come in."

This immortal path is supposed to strengthen oneself, and other shortcuts are meaningless at all.

There have always been some scenes of pretending to be slapped in the face in this holy meeting, martial arts meeting, academy competition, etc.

Die Ying bowed again, and a hint of hesitation suddenly appeared on his face.

"I'm going to have a look, to see what kind of evildoers are in this Kyushu..."

But her previous thoughts were really a kind of blasphemy to the son.

"Son!!"

"Oh, if your son finds that sinful immortal ruin, he should return to the upper realm, right?"

When everyone was far away, Leng Ruyi just came to Leng Qianmo's side, her eyes deep and authentic.

I saw Ye Qingchan's eyes blurred, and she fell directly into Ling Xiao's arms.

We are the light of the right path!

But in a blink of an eye, the girls of the past have forgotten what awe is.

At this time, Ling Xiao didn't care what kind of tactics the dark guards used.

"But what?"

"Well, I also know about this, but...why is it at this time?"

"Kyushu Holy Assembly?"

"Qingzhou, Qingluan Academy."

"Huh? Just say anything."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, suddenly his mind moved, and he closed his eyes and fell into practice.

It wasn't until her breath completely disappeared that Ling Xiao's mouth raised a smile.

At that time, ignorant and ignorant, Isshin Xiangdao never had any interests involved.

"Sir, where are we going now?"

For Ling Xiao, she is indeed extremely grateful.

"good!"

At the same time, in the domain.

Leng Ruyi hurriedly nodded, not paying attention to Leng Qianmo's perfect body.

"finished?"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao also showed a smile on his face, and handed the Qiankun bag to Die Ying, "These spiritual stone treasures should be given to them as a reward."

Overnight, the waves continued.

Ling Xiao sat on the dragon chariot, waved at Leng Qianmo, and left.

The road is uneven, and the sword is used to kill.

Ling Xiao shook his head with a solemn expression, "Otherwise, what's the use of me wanting this body to cultivate?"

what are we?

Above the dragon, Xuanyuan Weiyang looked at Ling Xiao expectantly.

At this time, she was even more confused. Compared with such a bright-hearted and righteous son, were her inner thoughts too dirty?

Die Ying bowed and bowed, rarely showing a smug look.

"Yes, in the land of Qingzhou, there is an academy called Qingluan. Every hundred years, a holy meeting will be held to decide the number one in the world."

"My lord, the details of the Demon King's Palace are here."

Before she knew it, she seemed to have fallen in love with the days of traveling around.

"thump!"

"With Qianmo's talent, he should be number one in the world, right?"

Leng Qianmo's red lips parted slightly, his face full of shock.

At that time, this holy meeting is likely to evolve into a situation of mutual killing.

Perhaps, she and the grandmother of the royal family both thought wrong, and the son was not greedy at all to protect the Yaoyue Ancient Dynasty.

"In the future? Huh? Oh! Well, that son... Qian Mo won't bother you anymore."