After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

Really not?

She suddenly felt a sense of disobedience.

"Wait, you mean, you came to kill me because you received a reward, right?"

"Well, your head is worth a fortune. It's enough for me to repair the shrine and put every child in beautiful new clothes."

"..."

The people who attacked the carriage this time included the demon hunter, the embroidered clothes, the assassin who received the bounty, and the suspected "organization" who was killed at the very beginning.

In fact, Hang Yanling always believed that those embroidered clothes Zhizhi were sent by the crazy woman, but if the crazy woman was the one who issued the reward, then who exactly did the embroidered clothes Zhizhi take orders from?

A brand new mystery lay in front of Hang Yanling.

Before, Hang Yanling always thought that her identity as a monster clan caused some troubles, but now it seems that there are very few people who can recognize her identity as a "monster clan".

Who are coming for the "saints" and who are coming for the "monsters"?

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"Little saint, are you still awake?"

As the lights flickered at night, Ke Daoyuan held a candle in his hand and lightly knocked on the upper room of the inn, the room where the saint lived.

After being attacked, the convoy did not dare to stop all the way, for fear of another accident.

But along the way, the more Ke Daoyuan pondered, the more something went wrong.

After the tension subsided, his intuition after years of running around the world made him wonder why the convoy was attacked.

Welcome the saint to the imperial capital, this is a very safe thing, but now even the embroidered clothes are coming to stop it.

This incident was reported to His Majesty in advance, and it is impossible for His Majesty to backtrack.

So who is so bold, dare to pretend to be embroidered clothes and point directly at the convoy attacking Zhengtian Taoist temple?

Now that he has contacted Zhengtian Taoist Temple, although the Taoist Temple has sent a few more helpers after the news was sent out, Ke Daoyuan still feels that something is not right.

The saint was taken captive.

The convoy was broken up.

Everyone from Lianhua Palace who was most familiar with Hang Yanling and Xiao Tianshun went away.

The saint is back.

Those embroidered clothes pointed out that they were killed by the saint.

Then, the convoy carried the saint and headed all the way towards the imperial capital.

……

Saint, is it really that Hang Yanling?

After this question emerged from his mind, Ke Daoyuan has been unable to erase it from his mind.

After spending the past few days together, Ke Daoyuan probably has a general understanding of Hang Yanling.

Easy-going, talkative, considerate, and gets tired of spending time with his sister all day long.

At first glance, she is a very cute little girl.

But this "Hang Yanling" who came back after the convoy was attacked always felt something strange.

Why didn't the little sage ask about the whereabouts of other people the whole time, but just stayed in the carriage all day without saying a word?

Leaving others aside, does she not care where her sister goes?

Could this be a... counterfeit?

It was this thought that made Ke Daoyuan decide to test the authenticity of this saint tonight.

There are two possibilities for being able to easily kill so many embroidered garments.

One is that this "little sage" is really strong, and even His Majesty's secret troops can easily deal with it.

The second type is those "Embroidered Clothes Zhizhi" whose original mission is to be killed by the "little saint" and complete the replacement.

No matter which one it is, once he judges that this little saint is fake, even if he risked his life, he couldn't let her go to the imperial capital and cause trouble.

"I haven't slept yet, who is it?"

With a creak, the door of the guest room was opened, and Hang Yanling poked his head out from the room, glanced at Ke Daoyuan, and asked with a smile: "I will be very upset if I don't have a suitable reason for coming to a girl's boudoir so late of."

"Yes, interrupting the saint's rest, I'm here this time to ask you a few questions."

"a few questions?"

Hang Yanling looked up at Ke Daoyuan, squinted and asked with a smile, "Just one?"

"..."

"Come in and talk."

Hang Yanling backed down, and Ke Daoyuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and followed him into the guest room where the saint rested.

But when the door was closed, looking at the brightly lit room and Hang Yanling who was sitting next to the teahouse and pouring tea naturally, Ke Daoyuan hesitated again.

It is more and more likely that the "little sage" who was replaced later is a counterfeit.

She didn't even intend to imitate the little saint's speech at all.

"You just said that I just have one question, little saint, what do you think I want to ask?"

"What else can it be? I just want to ask if I am the real Hang Yanling."

Ke Daoyuan shuddered mentally, clenched his left hand, and slowly circulated his true energy in his body: "You are very sensitive, so how do you plan to answer?"

"I'm Hang Yanling, without a doubt, a well-deserved Hang Yanling. Fu Tianqing's half-sister, and the direct disciple of Fairy Jingshui of Lianhua Palace."

The girl who picked up the teacup took a sip of tea, and tilted her neck in enjoyment.

"However, I am not the saint you know. I have lived for so long, and no one has ever called me a saint."

The moment the voice fell, Ke Daoyuan, who was already prepared, drew out his weapon and stabbed at the girl who was drinking tea.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at his forehead, intending to kill him.

But it's a pity that the girl who called herself Hang Yanling just raised her head slightly, stretched her hands forward unhurriedly, a dark hand condensed into shape under the moving lights, and pinched the point of the stabbing sword.

"Knowing that your strength is not as good as mine, but you are still willing to assassinate me. I admire your courage. Hey, you said that if you die here—how long will that Hang Yanling you know be sad?"

Ke Daoyuan didn't talk nonsense, he drew back the tip of his sword and struck out a talisman at the same time, a pure white thunder shot out, and hit the impostor in a split second.

But the counterfeit was still unscathed, and lightly used Yin Lingqi to defuse the attack.

"The thunder method released by the talisman is still not as fast as him after all. Come on, don't get so angry, drink some tea and calm your mind."

Hang Yanling raised his teacup and stretched it towards Ke Daoyuan. Ke Daoyuan, who failed to attack twice, put down the sword in his hand, took the teacup with the other hand, and frowned at Hang Yanling in front of him.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I want to meet the little saint you brought from Nanzhou, that's all."

The counterfeit Hang Yanling did not shy away from his purpose, and said frankly: "I am a person who can say whatever comes to mind, so you don't have to worry about me lying to you. I originally wanted to see your saint, but I was a step late. Come out Yu was unhappy, I killed everyone who made it impossible for us to meet... and the reason why I followed you was because I thought I could see her one day by doing this, it's as simple as that."

"What is the relationship between you and the little saint?"

"Hmm... half-brother. You should be able to tell by my appearance, right? Or do you want to see if my face is a human skin mask?"

The counterfeit smiled and raised his hand, pressed the meticulously painted red nail on the side of his face, and scratched it lightly twice.

"It's not that I want to pretend to be the face of your little saint, but we do look the same—you don't have to worry about me plotting against her. In the final analysis, a large part of the reason why she is willing to come to Dongzhou is also for me. "

"..."

Ke Daoyuan looked at the girl who said everything before asking any further questions.

She doesn't seem to be lying, and there has been a precedent of Xiao Xiaoling, and it is not unbelievable that there is a girl who looks exactly like Hang Yanling.

After thinking about it again and again, Ke Daoyuan cupped his hands and bowed:

"Since that's the case, it's inconvenient for me to keep you in our team. I know I can't beat you, but I have to ask you to leave. This is about the honor of our Zhengtian Dao Temple. We can't welcome a counterfeit back to the imperial capital."

"Huh? Are you sure?"

The counterfeit Hang Yanling played with his nails and said with a smile: "I think, since the first attack happened and they failed to succeed, there will be a second and a third time after that. If there is no 'little saint' in the convoy "Now, those people will find other ways to find her. And if there is a 'little saint' in the convoy, they will continue to chase us with all their strength. Give the real 'little saint' a break Chance--"

"This……"

"I expect her to live longer than anyone else. You can rest assured about that."

After drinking the tea in the cup in a few sips, the counterfeit said leisurely: "Of course, if you dislike my fishing-like protection method, I can also look at that Hang Yanling's face and pretend to be obedient Baby, get out of here and give her back the risk she should have taken."

"..."

"Now I give you two choices. If you don't want me, a counterfeit, to stay in the convoy and harm others, just say it straight. If you still want me to be a ghost for Hang Yanling for a while, then leave my room obediently. Remember to put The door closes."

The counterfeit's confession put Ke Daoyuan in a dilemma.

He really couldn't bring a counterfeit back to the imperial capital, but what the counterfeit said made sense.

Indeed, she sat in the carriage and passed through every town and village in a grand manner. With such an eye-catching person, the risk of being attacked by the little saint who was taken away and whose life and death were unknown would be reduced accordingly.

And her strength is not bad, although it looks like the level of late Yuan Condensation, but the control of Yin Lingqi is already superior to her own, and she can even kill more than a dozen embroidered clothes Zhizhi by herself.

After hesitating again and again, Ke Daoyuan still accepted the counterfeit's statement, left the room after saying "Go to bed early", and left the room helplessly.

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At dawn the next day, the sky was bright.

The rain has made the ground wet and uneven.

Little Bell opened her eyes and stretched her waist greatly.After mumbled two unfinished sleep talk vaguely, he turned his head and looked to the side.

"Huh? Where did that big sister and third senior sister go?"

"They went out in the middle of the night and haven't come back yet."

Sleeping next to Xiaolingdang, Xiaoling, who kept her eyes closed, answered Xiaolingdang's question.

Little Bell clapped her hands happily: "Did I secretly go to the funeral behind my back at night?"

"Ghost knows, as long as she doesn't bother to find Hang Yanling, everything will be fine."

"Hmm... Little Senior Sister, aren't you worried about Fourth Senior Sister?"

"Worried, very worried."

Xiao Xiaoling opened her eyes and rubbed her arm.

"Although she was taken away... But I always have a feeling... Because we are the same person... So I have been wondering whether she... slept with several girls last night."

Chapter 31 Help

After a night of rain, the barking village outside Xiaotang Town ushered in the first sound of dogs in the morning.

The animal that announces the dawn here is not the crowing of the rooster, but the wild dogs in the village shouting from house to house. Although outsiders may feel a little disturbed by it, most of the families living here are used to it.

The reason why it is called Bark Village is because this village once enshrined an evil god named "Grandma Dog".

In fact, this belief was popular in the village more than 20 years ago.

According to legend, a long time ago, there was a black dog with spirituality in the village, who occupied a col in the mountains on the east side of the village. Met the rumored leader of the black dog.

At that time, the little boy did not know what method he used to be loved by the leader of the black dog. Not only did he walk out of the mountain intact, but he even brought a black dog to protect him.

Since then, the number of wolves around the village has decreased a lot. The little boy's house has a black dog guarding the door, and the idlers in the village who bully his orphans and widowed mothers dare not do anything wrong.

A few years later, the little boy successfully grew into a teenager, and went to the Taoist temple for further study. After obtaining a certain level of cultivation, he was expelled from the school by the Taoist temple, returned to the village again, and carried his old mother into the deep mountains. Year.

People in the village regarded this child with an infinite future as a laughing stock after dinner, and made up many versions of the reason why the child was expelled from the Taoist temple.

Until one day a few years later, a black dog with a white hat walked down the cliff, uttered words, and begged for food from everyone in the village.

Some kind-hearted people gave the leftover steamed buns to the black dog, and the black dog took them away and took them to the mountain.

After this phenomenon happened several times, finally a hunter who couldn't hold back his curiosity followed the black dog up the mountain, wanting to see what happened.

According to the hunters who returned to the village, they found a tomb on the mountain, and a handsome young man and a beautiful woman in black were worshiping in front of the tomb.The food begged from the villagers is being enshrined in front of the tomb.

Since then, the farmlands of villagers who kindly donate food to dogs will no longer be harassed by crows, rats will not grow, and snakes and insects will not enter.

Everyone speculated that the boy expressed his gratitude to the villagers and begged the leader of the black dog to do so, so more and more people would take care of the black dog who came to the village to beg for food, and pray for their own safety.