r18novel Chapter 450
Chapter 450
Ruthless!
to be forgetful!
After becoming a heart demon slave, Murong Qiudi did this, and her cold words were like the cold wind of winter.
The delicate jade face exudes coldness.
Among the seven heart demon slaves, Murong Qiudi's murderous intent was the heaviest and the most ruthless.
"It's not easy to kill Xie Xiaofeng. "
"People like him are like the Dugu of the Great Song Dynasty. "
Zhao Wuxian looked at her and said, "But with me, it's different." "
"Yes, the master's miraculous skills are unparalleled in the world, Xie Xiaofeng is just a stove ~ a clumsy fire compared to you!"
Murong Qiudi knelt.
Become one of Zhao Wuxian's most loyal servants.
Her heart was cold.
but the lips were hot.
Not only hot.
It's also small and flexible.
Of course, she is not a simple woman, in the eyes of the people of Daming Jianghu, she is a weak but strong filial daughter.
She has the ability to endure suffering.
It should also be far superior to other women.
This.
Zhao Wuxian has a deep understanding.
Murong Qiudi is a woman, a mature woman.
Zhao Wuxian is a man, a mature man.
Women and men, like the yin and yang of the world, are always inseparable.
But most people in the rivers and lakes think that women are gentle townspeople, and immersing themselves in them will only kill their heroism.
Therefore, many swordsmen pursue ruthlessness, and become an emotionless sword, and they have no weakness.
There are even swordsmen who are close to women.
They are always cold.
Same with the sword.
Women can always be physically depleted.
Zhao Wuxian had a different view.
He believes that it is not a loss, but a blend.
Wine, originally could not seep water.
But it's a good wine for aging.
But you must soak some water before you can bring out the aroma of the wine.
Zhao Wuxian is not a hero either.
He had never been heroic.
If there is no heroism, then why are you afraid of spending it?
Murong Qiudi looked cold.
But her enthusiasm was far stronger than Zhao Wuxian imagined.
The pitch-black green silk is like a waterfall.
Scattered on her sleek shoulders.
In the moonlight, she looked like a little girl who was just beginning to understand her amorous feelings.
Of course, she is no longer a little girl.
Her eye waves were clearer and gentler than the moonlight.
Zhao Wuxian liked this enthusiasm.
Although Li Hanyi is not keen on this, she is also a woman after all.
After becoming a martial immortal, Zhao Wuxian's energy was very strong, far beyond ordinary people.
He never seemed to get tired.
No sleep breaks are required.
After Ren Yingying, Murong Qiudi, Li Hanyi, and Dongfang Undefeated all fell asleep tiredly, his whole person was still full of energy and energy.
"Yin and Yang Imperishable Sutra", Nirvana creation, mysterious.
They have abundant yin elements.
For him, this is actually a practice.
Zhao Wuxian stood up.
The majestic qi and blood are rushing like a tide in the body, rolling and flowing.
The muscles and muscles are extremely strong, like a fairy weapon.
The origin is strong and deep.
It's like there's an end to energy and stamina.
Shake it lightly.
It can squeeze the air in its hands and make a popping sound.
He was naked.
Handsome and elegant.
The skin is like warm jade, smooth and textured.
The blue phoenix came in and saw this scene, and his face was red.
But he didn't avoid it, and his eyes burned.
The Five Poisons Sect is located in Miaojiang, with different customs from the Central Plains, an open atmosphere, and a man as powerful as Zhao Wuxian likes the most.
After she served and bathed like a maid, Zhao Wuxian handed her the letter she had written last night.
He wrote three letters.
Ignored the Wudang Mudao people, the Shifting Flower Palace Invitation to the Moon, and the Iron Courage God Hou Zhu respectively.
Blue Phoenix went out and called six good hands, asked them to carry the flag of Jingwangfu, and sent a letter in pairs.
As the day of the duel between Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng approached, the Daming rivers and lakes were surging, and the masters of all parties gathered.
The wooden man seems to be detached, but secretly he is the owner of the Ghost Villa, and it is impossible for him not to join in the fun.
Ye Gucheng is one of the duelists, and he will inevitably come.
Zhu ignored it, not to mention, he was in the city.
The door of the manor opened, and the six Sun and Moon God Cultists who carried the flag swaggered out, looking vibrant.
Outside the manor, there seem to be farmers who get up early to work, there are woodcutters, and even hunters hunt in the forest.
Quiet and lively.
They thought it was a corpse that was sent, but who knew that there was not even a corpse.
"How many people went in yesterday night, ten, twenty? It seems like almost forty, right?"
"I saw the three heroes of the Tang Sect, the five monsters of the Money Gang, the two ghosts of Qishan, and the five of the eighteen horsemen of the Qinling Mountains..."
"Gone?!"
"Not even a corpse left in the world?"
The news in the capital is often not hidden, there are too many dragons and snakes, living here together, breeding countless mosquitoes.
As soon as Yuhuatian and Wan Guifei came, those mosquitoes that smelled the smell swarmed in.
But.
That quiet, dead manor, like a monster, swallowed up everyone who sneaked in and wanted to hear the news.
Dozens of people went in, but there was no sound, like mud cows entering the sea.
I can't see anyone!
No dead body!
When those people saw the flag on the person who sent the letter, they suddenly realized.
And then.
King Jing of the Great Song Dynasty, the news of coming to Daming spread far and wide.
Zhao Wuxian didn't think about hiding his tracks.
But I didn't think about swaggering.
Three letters were sent, but they contained deep meanings.
After he asked the Blue Phoenix to deliver the letter.
Enter the Interior World!
The northern border is desolate, and every region is shrouded by formations, like a huge cage of heaven and earth.
Those who disappeared were put in cages and killed like trapped beasts.
The white clothes of the Nine Heavens Xuannu fluttered and fell from the sky.
She took care of the secret realm for Zhao Wuxian.
Including this cage.
Quite a few people died last night.
Among them, there are also fighting.
Sword Evil Palace Nine VS Demon Master Pang Band!
After a night of fierce fighting, the eyes of the two became sharp and locked together. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
The heavens and the earth are changing, and the storm is coming.
Pang Ban's eyes flashed, more breathtaking than the bursts of lightning in the sky.
He stood there with a look of grace.
Black gas rose from him.
Gathered on top of his three-foot head, turned into a variety of demons, and protected himself, he was more like a demon king who came out of hell.
He practiced the "Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa", an evil demon skill.
A gust of wind blew.
It was Gong Jiu's sword style.
Gong Jiu's sword, as its name suggests.
His sword is evil and full of evil spirit.
The sword moves are also extremely evil.
It's as complex as his people.
Sword out.
What was a mildly hot weather turned out to be extremely cold.
It makes people shudder.
Ming Dynasty, ten mile pavilion on the outskirts of the city.
The beef broth and the sharman stand opposite each other.
They had been in this position for a night.
People passing by are very strange.
A tall big beauty, a delicate little beauty, seems to be waiting for something.
The beautiful faces of the two.
A smile is like a fairy, attracting sideways glances from pedestrians on the road.
The sun has risen.
Falling on the face of the beef soup, innocent and cute, if anyone thinks so, it will be bad.
The beef soup teases people, and even Lu Xiaofeng is not an opponent.
"Gong Jiu is too complicated and strange. "
Suddenly.
She spoke.
"But even [Little Old Man] Wu Ming said that he was a great genius, thinking that his sword path had surpassed himself. "
Sharman also spoke.
0 begging for flowers
Beef broth shakes its head.
"He sometimes seems stupid and often gets lost. "
"I can't even tell the right and left directions. "
"If you ask him a hundred, if seventeen of the hundred are dead, how many will be left?"
"Maybe he'll really go find a hundred men, kill seventeen, and count the rest of the people before he can answer. "
Sharman frowned.
But no matter how difficult the martial arts are, he can learn them all. "
"No matter how heavily guarded the place is, he can come and go as he pleases. "
"He knows what is in your heart before you say it. For example, if you deliberately provoked him last night, he must know. "
"Suppose you want him to kill someone. "
"It doesn't matter where that person is hiding. "
"It doesn't matter how many people are protecting. "
"He's never going to miss it!"
"Martial arts like an honest monk. "
"There are no three tricks under him. "
"He doesn't gamble, he doesn't drink. "
"He doesn't like anything that men like. "
The beef soup pouted, and I was also a little admired.
"When it's okay. He sat alone on the seashore in a daze. "
"Sometimes you don't say a word for two or three days. "
"Once, he sat by the sea for three days. "
"Not only did I not eat a single thing, but I didn't even drink a drop of water. "
"His endurance is indeed beyond anyone's ability, and he can stay at the bottom of the sea for a day and a night without coming out. "
"It was as if he didn't have to breathe. "
"Once the old man got angry for some reason, nailed him to a coffin, and buried him in the ground for four or five days. "
Later, others couldn't help but secretly dig out the coffin and open the coffin lid to take a look. "
"He actually stood up and patted his clothes and left, not even a thing!"
The beef soup actually wished that Gong Jiu would die immediately.
Wu Ming disappeared and Gong Jiu disappeared, she was free, no one controlled her anymore, she could go wherever she wanted.
She knew that Shaman was just like her, and although Shaman was Gong Jiu's lover, she was not happy.
Although the beef soup is small, it is also a woman.
She could see that the relationship between Shaman and Gong Jiu was not just a lover.
No!
Although Gong Jiu and Shaman would live in the same room, every time they came out, Shaman did not get a trace of satisfaction on his face.
Beef soup casually watched Sharman in the dead of night.
A man toss and turns in bed.
"That person is not a person. "
What Shaman said was, of course, Gong Jiu: "He is a poisonous snake, a fox, and a devil." "
"What the hell is he?"
"Some people say it's made from nine things. "
"The liquid of a viper, the heart of a fox, the ice and snow in the North Sea, the rocks of the Heavenly Mountains, the bravery of a lion, the fierceness of a jackal, the patience of a camel, the wisdom of man, and a ghost from the eighteen layers of hell. "
Beef broth sighs.
This is a terrible person, even more terrifying than [Little Old Man] Wu Ming.
But Shaman suddenly said, "No, he has a fatal weakness!"
"What?"
Beef soup couldn't wait to ask.
Shaman said: "Gong Jiu is a person who likes to abuse himself. "
"Abusing yourself?"
"Yes! Do you know what we do in the room every time?"
"Whipping!"
"He wants me to whip him!"
Sharman looked disgusted.
The beef broth was surprised, and then suddenly.
No wonder Sharman doesn't like Gong Jiu.
"He's gotten too much, and it's too easy!"
Therefore, the bathing hope in his heart can only be truly satisfied when he abuses himself. "
The beef soup suddenly gained confidence.
"He went one night and should have come back if he had nothing to do. "
Shaman's eyes jumped with hope, and he said, "Something must have happened to him!"
"It's better to be so mountain!".