What Yu Man has lost is not just a coat, but also her dignity and all her pride!

She stepped forward in despair, and her trembling jade hands slowly moved to Jiang Yu's clothes, but she could not fall anyway.

Jiang Yu stood still, the smile on her face gradually deepened, her eyes fell on her snow-white skin, and a cold snorted disdain from her nose.

"What, are you scared?" It seems to be a question, but it is actually a warning.

As if he had made up his mind, Yu Man suddenly pulled his clothes and pulled them away with force.

Jiang Yu's face suddenly became calm, and he pulled Yu Man into his arms, opened his thin lips lightly, and murmured: "Don't be anxious, madam! I will come back and accompany you after I have dealt with that idiot Li Qingyuan.

Remember! If you dare to die, I will double down on everything I have done to you."

After saying that, he pushed Yu Man into the water and turned around and flew out of the Qiankun Painting.

...

Li Qingyuan's pupils were wide open in shock. Before he could escape, he was kicked on his forehead. He staggered to the ground, and the candle wax then left his palm, struggled a few times in the breeze, and then extinguished like a deflated.

"You are so brave. You dare to break into my bedroom and destroy my painting!" Jiang Yu's face turned cold and angry flames burned in her eyes.

Li Qingyuan forced himself to climb up on the ground, knelt on one knee, bowed with both hands, "Qingyuan only heard the sound from the master's bedroom, worried about his master's safety, so he rashly broke in. Please forgive me!"

A quick figure came towards him, and he suddenly felt a kick in his chest, and only the sound of a broken rib sounded, and Jiang Yu kicked him out.

Li Qingyuan's whole body was as if he was dispersed, slipping down the stone wall to the ground, blood gushing out like a spring. He covered his chest and kept coughing, thinking quickly in his mind about how to escape the disaster.

Seeing Jiang Yu approaching step by step, fear spread in his heart. He endured the pain and supported the ground to get up, but he collapsed on the ground again due to his weakness all over his body.

"I know you have a good intention, but you shouldn't have disturbed me. How do you think I should punish you?" Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, raised his foot and stepped on Li Qingyuan's right hand under his feet. His toes kept rotating and exerting force, with a cruel smile on his face.

Li Qingyuan's face was so painful that his face was twisted and sweating like rain. He kept wailing and begging for circling. When the restraints on his hands left, he saw that his palm was already bloody and drooping to the ground like a pile of mud. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not pinch his palms.

Tears gradually blurred their vision, and Li Qingyuan went crazy in an instant and said angrily: "That's right! I just guessed that you entered that painting and wanted to burn it with you a fire. Everyone can kill demons like you!"

Jiang Yu squatted down with interest, pinched his bloody jaw, and made him look at him, and smiled and said, "Devil? Do you think Zhu Changqin and Kano are dead and you are so noble? Have you forgotten that you have done a lot of evil things!"

Li Qingyuan was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes suddenly dimmed. He was doing many evil things, but he never thought of putting Muxi in danger and pushing the people into the sea of ​​fire.

What he wants is to break away from others' control, make a name for himself in Muxi, and become famous!

Unfortunately, he is always trampled under his feet, and now he is even useless.

A waste who cannot hold a sword, live is worse than death

!

He trembled and shouted, "Kill me!"

Jiang Yu shook his head and sighed, and threw Li Qingyuan away, and wiped the blood from the tiger's mouth on his white school uniform in disgust, making the embroidered bamboo tree standing on his chest dye a bright red color.

"It's really strange today. Everyone begged me to kill him. How could such a kind person kill someone?

But I can’t let others bully you, right? You are so unbearable, how should I deal with you?"

Jiang Yu stood up, held his forehead anxiously, and walked back and forth in front of Li Qingyuan. Then he slapped his forehead and said happily: "I remember that there is a place that is especially suitable for you, called the Palace of Darkness!"

Li Qingyuan was stunned again. He had personally sent Zhu Changqin to the Palace of Darkness. Now, are you going in too?

"Kill me, kill me!" He roared angrily, rather die than go to that dark ghost place.

Jiang Yu frowned and said, "After all, you are a dog I have raised. Although I am not sincere enough, I am the most kind. Killing a dog is too cruel. How can I bear it?" The ending sound was long and my expression was joking.

A sudden sound of rapid footsteps sounded outside the door. Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows lightly, and after blinking his fingers, he waved his hand to move the screen in front of the bed.

Turning around, waved his hand and returning all the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground, along with the tables and chairs that were dismantled from large pieces, to their original state.

He sorted out his clothes, walked to the desk and sat cross-legged, held a book, and watched it in a different way.

"Reported to Yuzhu Zun, news came from Songfeng, saying... Senior Brother Song is dead!" The visitor bowed respectfully, but because he ran too fast, he breathed heavily.

When Jiang Yu heard this, he stood up, smashed the book in his hand onto the desk, and shouted: "I talk nonsense and slander my fellow disciples behind my back. I violated Article 136 of Muxi Precepts, and I still don't think about the past."

The person who came was an outer disciple who entered Zhufeng at the same time as Jiang Yu when Muxi recruited Xin. He always felt that Jiang Yu was humble and polite in dealing with people and things, and never got angry.

But today Jiang Yu turned aside, causing him to feel chills in his heart, and he knelt on the ground in a regular manner, saying, "Yuzhu Zun, calm down, it is the news from Songfeng, so there should be no false."

Jiang Yu frowned, Song Wangchen is dead? It is absolutely impossible!

He wanted to see what tricks they were playing?

He calmly walked out of Qinglutang, but at the moment he went out, he ran towards Songfeng all the way.

When Jiang Yu arrived, the South Courtyard was blocked by Song, Mei, and the disciples of the two peaks. He pushed the crowd away and saw four Songfeng disciples carrying Song Wangchen's body into burial.

"Slow down! What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes scanning everyone with contempt.

Cheng Xiaorou stood there in amazement, tears in her eyes kept falling, her pink lips opened slightly, but she couldn't say another sentence.

Tang Siyan collapsed at the door and replied with a sob: "Senior Brother Song is dead, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have fallen asleep. I don't even know when he wakes up and loses his sword!"

Jiang Yu naturally didn't believe it, so he walked quickly to the coffin and pushed the person in front of him away. His eyes moved from Song Wangchen's pale cheeks to his dantian.

A bright red look particularly dazzling on the white clothes, but Jiang Yu doesn't

He shook his head in disbelief and pulled Song Wangchen's white clothes away frantically. When he saw two shocking swords on his abdomen, his brain suddenly became blank.

Impossible! How could Song Wangchen die by himself?

A conspiracy must be a conspiracy!

"Where is Zhu Xie, Zhu Xie?" he asked, his tone full of anxiety. If Song Wangchen really died, Zhu Xie would definitely lose his glory and turn into a useless sword again.

No one in the crowd answered his question. He seemed to be able to hear his heavy breathing and the shallow sobs of the female disciple of Meifeng.

After a long time, Zijian held the already dull Zhu Xie out of Song Wangchen's room and walked to Jiang Yu with extremely heavy steps.

"Junior brother, Wangchen is dead, I am sad!" Zijian shook his head, his eyes filled with tears, but he pretended to be calm and comforted Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu snatched Zhu Xie, moved his eyes from the hilt to the tip of the sword, then back to the hilt, and looked it back and forth over and over again.

After confirming that it was the killing of evil, he still didn't want to believe that Song Wangchen was dead. He burst into control and shouted: "No! How could Song Wangchen, such a heartless and righteous person, die? You are all lying to me!"

Zijian couldn't hide the grief in his heart. After raising his head and taking a deep breath, he held back the tears in his eyes.

He said: "Wangchen came to Songfeng since he was six years old and never spoke a word within a year. I was young and ignorant at that time, and tried every means to approach him, just to know if he would speak.

Until later, he made a mistake and the master told me that Wangchen's parents died at the hands of the fox demon. He secretly blamed his parents' death on himself, so he was afraid of contacting others and that he would implicate others.

Wangchen seems to be introverted and never likes to contact anyone, but I know that it is not that he doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t dare!

But Junior Sister Ji's appearance still broke all his concerns, and Wangchen's thousand-year-old ice face gradually smiled.

Junior Sister Ji is Wangchen's only antidote, but it is also the deadliest poison! The sword she stabbed yesterday destroyed all Wangchen's beliefs.

Before Wangchen fell into a coma, he saw the Lord Tang and Lord Yu strangled Junior Sister Ji. He might have thought she was dead, so he was desperate!”

After saying this, Zijian couldn't help it. The sadness came from his heart, and the tears in his eyes suddenly fell.

After so many years, although Song Wangchen finally kept people from thousands of miles away, he was the first to stand up every time Muxi was in trouble. If he was really heartless, how could this be?

He stretched out his sleeves to brush away the tears from his face, showed a bitter smile, and said, "I guess! Wangchen was most worried about implicating Mu Xi, so he chose to leave by peeling the pill and falling. Junior brother, let me mourn!"

Zijian patted Jiang Yu on the shoulder and prepared to take Zhu Xie back, put it in the coffin and bury it with Song Wangchen.

Jiang Yu staggered back a few steps, raised his eyes, raised his sword and roared angrily: "Lie! He won't die, let alone die for a woman. You are all lying to me!"

He doesn't believe it!

Thousands of years ago, Ling Cheng put Ye Ling into Qiankun's painting because his mother was a monster.

He did not hesitate to peel off the pill and died, but also wanted to seal himself, because of his identity as a blood demon.

How could a person who hates demons and abandons his wife and children be willing to die with Ji Nuan after he becomes a fox demon?
Chapter completed!