The Wife I Picked Up In The Game Turned Out To Be A Female Devil

Murong Jingtian hadn't even heard the last three words Liu Qingyi said, and saw a pulsing black flame in front of his eyes.

The next second, his head rolled down from his shoulders,

Liu Qingyi's neckband has turned into a long sword with a black blade, wrapped in black flames, spinning in the hall,

The sword body cannot be seen with the naked eye, only the jumping black flames can be seen.

In an instant, the five rich boys in the hall who were in love with Murong Jingtian ended up with the same fate as Murong Jingtian, their bodies were separated.

One of the rich kids was raising his glass to drink, but in the end the drink didn't have time to pour into his mouth, but instead poured into his slit throat...

When Liu Qingyi came out of the mansion, there were a total of twenty-seven people in the mansion plus his servants. Regardless of whether they were innocent or not, regardless of whether they deserved to be killed or not, they were all dead.

Liu Qingyi also knew that from this moment on, her hands were covered with blood.

Suddenly, there was a heavy downpour in the sky,

She faced the raindrops with her back,

Her mother is dead, and Murong Qingyi, who was bullied but would not resist, also died tonight.

In fact, she had previously thought about why the head of the family did not wait for her to go to Luocheng before personally handing her mother's suicide note to her, but instead sent it to Yancheng.

After listening to Murong Jingtian's words before his death, she realized that in fact, even the head of the family had always disliked her as his granddaughter and did not want to see her again, so she chose to send her suicide note to Yancheng.

At this moment, she secretly swore in her heart,

Except for her benefactor Song Ye, she will punish anyone who bullies her in the future!

…

Two months later, Yancheng,

Now, there is only one month left until the princess’ wedding.

For the sake of the reputation of the so-called princess, Qin Xuanxi will not come to Song Ye's yard again before getting married.

There were two more Ziyu guards at the entrance of the courtyard to protect Song Ye's personal safety.

After all, today is different from the past. From the day when Song Ye and the princess' wedding was officially decided, his life became extremely valuable.

Now that Song Ye is a quasi-junior horse, he is naturally not suitable to work as a government official.

Song Ye himself tried to go to the Yamen Yingmao to work as usual, but Wang Demao, the prefect, tried his best to let him stay at home and live happily, and his food and salary were still paid to him on time.

When Song Ye was still alive, he had never had such a good boss. He actually begged him not to go to work and still paid him his salary.

When Song Ye saw Wang Demao, he almost knelt down to beg him, so he had no choice but to not make it difficult for him. He went home to live happily, preparing to "marry" into Prince Xiang's palace, and live on a soft diet from now on.

During this period of time, Song Ye has become the most envied, jealous and hated object of the men in Yancheng.

After all, in everyone's eyes, apart from being a bit handsome, he was just an ordinary yamen clerk. But just like him, a small official in the yamen, in one month, he will be transformed into a great commander among people.

But Song Ye knew very well that he might not be able to eat the soft rice of the princess. After all, he was the only one who knew that Qin Xuanxi was not the real princess at all.

But to this day, Song Ye still doesn't know Qin Xuanxi's true purpose of pretending to be a princess to marry him.

But Song Ye thought that the day when the truth would be revealed was not far away.

After all, in one month, they will hold their wedding at Prince Xiang's Mansion.

Song Ye also had an invitation in his hand, and then he took a look at the invitation, which showed the date of his wedding to Qin Xuanxi——

Xinwei day in May in the seventy-eighth year of Xuanying's severe famine.

…

Xuanji Mountain,

Xuanji Mountain is the holy land of the Immortal Sect. Anyone who wants to become an Immortal Lord with a title must first pass the Immortal Lord Trial on Xuanji Mountain.

Today, Zhuge Yang, the ancestor of the Immortal Sect, is sitting under an unknown tree on the top of Xuanji Mountain.

The leaves of this tree are actually all white.

In front of Zhuge Yang, there was a huge boulder that naturally grew into the shape of a stone table. Two glasses of wine were placed on the stone table. One was for him, and the other was for a distinguished guest who was about to arrive.

"Zhuge Yang, it seems that you arrived a quarter of an hour earlier this year than last year."

A little girl's voice suddenly appeared in the void, and immediately a huge black shadow appeared out of thin air.

A little girl wearing a long white dress and a bun on her head slowly walked out of the black shadow and stood up out of thin air.

If others had seen it, they would never have guessed that this little girl, who was dressed in men's clothing and looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, was actually Wei Bulie, the ancestor of the Demon Sect.

"The weather is nice today, so I came here a moment early to enjoy the cool breeze on the top of the mountain. Brother Bulie, this glass of wine is specially reserved for you." Zhuge Yang said with a faint smile,

Although Wei Bulie is a woman, Zhuge Yang still treats him as a brother.

Wei Bulie took the glass of wine on the stone table and drank it in one gulp. Then, the empty wine glass turned into powder in her hand.

"This glass of wine you have is not as good as the one a hundred years ago. The wine you prepared for me is getting worse and worse. I think I won't have to come here to meet you in the next hundred years." Wei Bulie frowned slightly. road,

After a glass of unsatisfactory wine, she seemed a little displeased;

"Brother Bulie, don't be angry. You should also know that it is precisely because we meet in private every one hundred years that the world of immortals and demons has maintained peace for more than three thousand years." Zhuge Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In my opinion, Brother Bulie probably doesn't want the war between the immortal and demon worlds to start again."

Wei Bulie remained silent, agreeing with Zhuge Yang's opinion.

According to historical records, a total of five battles between immortals and demons took place between the immortal and demonic realms. Each battle was extremely tragic. Both the immortal and demonic realms suffered numerous casualties and were devastated.

Every time there is a war between immortals and demons, many big countries and many sects and clans will completely disappear in this war.

The Fifth War between Immortals and Demons was only over 3,000 years ago. It was only after the Fifth War between Immortals and Demons that the current situation in the mortal world with the seven kingdoms gradually formed.

Of course, these seven so-called big countries are particularly vulnerable in the battle between immortals and demons. If the sixth immortal war breaks out again, these seven big countries will be destroyed at any time.

"Brother Bulie, you should also know that the most important thing in maintaining peace between the two worlds and preventing war between the two worlds is 'balance'!"

Zhuge Yang continued to narrow his eyes slightly and said, "As long as the balance of strength between our immortal and demonic realms is not broken, then neither our immortal cultivating world nor your demonic cultivating world will dare to provoke war at will."

"It's a pity that I have seen that over the past hundred years, the balanced situation has been slowly broken."

"The person who broke this situation was Qin Xuanxi, the master of your demon cultivator, Fanyuan Sect."

"Our immortal cultivation world has not had an 'Emperor Immortal Lord' for three thousand years, but a hundred years ago, your demon cultivation world had an 'Emperor Demon Lord' like Qin Xuanxi."

The so-called "Emperor Immortal Lord" is an Immortal Lord of the ninth level of the Emperor Soul Realm who has reached the peak of his cultivation.

Similarly, "Emperor Demon Lord" refers to a Demon Lord who has reached the ninth level of Emperor Lord and Yuan Demon Realm.

"As a result, the balance between the world of immortals and demons has been broken!" Zhuge Yang said helplessly, shaking his head.