An Qiniang didn't get an answer immediately, and the figure slowly turned around.

There was no light, but it did not prevent An Qiniang from clearly seeing the face of the person in front of her.

What kind of face was that? It was cold and deep. Under the eyebrows, a pair of calm phoenix eyes were slightly raised.

His lips were as thin as a knife, and there was a chill in them. Even the darkness could not conceal the domineering and fierceness radiating from his body.

That is a man whose soul can tremble with just one glance.

At this moment, the man was looking at An Qiniang with a creepy look. He was holding something in his hand.

An Qiniang took a closer look and saw that they were a pair of flowers that bloomed very enchantingly.

The flower was gorgeous in color, and the golden flower body was as dazzling as the scorching sun, burning An Qiniang's eyes. The flower was more beautiful than any flower she had ever seen in her life.

Meeting such a flower and such a man in such a night, An Qiniang felt a chill in her heart.

"Who are you?"

An Qiniang didn't realize that her voice was trembling slightly.

It is an unreasonable fear of those in lower positions towards those in higher positions.

"The person who hurt me still wants to escape unscathed. Tell me, how should you die?"

In the dark night, the man sneered. The sound was like a poisonous snake spitting out poison, chilling people from the skin to the bones.

The moment he finished speaking, the stamens of the flower in his hand instantly turned red, as red as blood.

An Qiniang knew something was wrong, and she just wanted to take action.

There was only a "crack" sound, and her eardrums vibrated.

Several shadows passed by her eyes, like a hurricane coming towards her. An Qiniang felt that her body was flying up like a fallen leaf.

There was a whistling sound in her ears. She could no longer tell whether the sound was sword wind or Gang Qi.

Her throat rolled, and she wanted to make a sound, but when she tried to make a sound, the breath in her body could not come out.

Eight strands of swift sword energy pierced her limbs, body and head, nailing her to the wall.

An Qiniang's eyes gradually stopped moving and turned into a dead gray.

Tick ​​tick tick, that is the sound of blood falling to the ground.

"It's a pity that the monk from Nanwu Mountain is not here. Otherwise, he could recite a rebirth mantra for you."

Wu Zhong snorted coldly.

An Qiniang should have died long ago.

It's a pity that Nan Jiu's appearance allowed her to live for one more hour.

After taking care of An Qiniang, the Hunyuan Sect and the remnants of Yaochi Xianxie, it is time to take care of them as well.

Wu Zhong flicked his sleeves and was about to chase Chen Mu and Great Elder Changluo.

Tread

A rush of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of clothes blowing, came from outside the courtyard.

The inn where the Great Elder Changluo stayed was the largest inn in the city. For convenience, the Great Elder Changluo reserved a separate courtyard.

Normally, people in the inn would not dare to break in rashly.

Could it be said that Chen Mu and his gang have gone and come back?

That's fine, it saves him one more trip.

Wu Zhong moved his sleeves, turned his five fingers into palms, and moved towards the closed door like a ghost.

As soon as the person outside the door steps in, he can crush his head with one palm.

Just when Wu Zhong's hand was only a few inches away from the door.

He heard a burst of short breathing, and a vague, faint aroma that was familiar to him and could no longer be familiar to him. It spread out in the night and formed a sharp contrast with the thick smell of blood in the courtyard.

Wu Zhong's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and his heart stopped beating as if he had been hit by something.

He pulled away quickly.

The moment the courtyard door was pushed open, Wu Zhong ducked and hid behind a pillar.

The door creaked open.

Outside the door, Ye Lingyue was panting, her dark eyes fixed on the dark courtyard.

Her pupils narrowed hard and she saw An Qiniang's body on the wall.

An Qiniang's blood was still sticky and flowed all over the floor.

The eight heavenly palaces were like eight pillars, nailing An Qiniang to the wall, and blood spattered all over the wall.

Her eyes were bulging out and she couldn't close her eyes.

dead.

Ye Lingyue swallowed hard and looked at the courtyard again.

The door was open, and on the way here, she saw Chen Mu and Elder Changluo leaving Sifang City.

That man killed An Qiniang shortly after they left.

Wu Zhong was killed by Wu Zhong.

The eight heavenly palaces obtained from Taiyi Secret Realm are still there.

Just now, just when she was about to push the door open, she clearly felt a swift murderous intent.

At that moment, she hesitated briefly.

The moment she hesitated, the murderous intention quickly dissipated like a dam bursting, leaving no trace.

Next to my ears, I heard a shallow breathing sound.

Ye Lingyue's eyes moved to a pillar.

She moved her steps with difficulty and walked towards the pillar step by step.

Behind the pillar, Wu Zhong's body was terrifyingly stiff.

He had already heard the familiar breathing sound, getting closer and closer.

In this life, Wu Zhong has never been so nervous as tonight.

He didn't even dare to take off his golden ghost face because he was still wearing Feng Xin's clothes.

How could he explain to Ye Lingyue that he wore a ghost mask and Feng Xin's clothes and killed An Qiniang, who was half a level powerful in the supernatural realm?

She finally had to find out.

Wu Zhong is Feng Xin, Feng Xin is Wu Zhong, how will she react when she finds out?

One is Feng Xin she loves, and the other is Wu Zhong she hates.

But these two people are the same person.

Wu Zhong leaned against the pillar, his heart sinking little by little.

She would get angry, turn around and leave, never paying attention to him again.

Just as Wu Zhong was turning around a thousand times, Ye Lingyue's footsteps stopped.

She suddenly turned around and ran out of the courtyard quickly.

Wu Zhong's body softened and he sat awkwardly on the ground leaning against the pillar.

He smiled bitterly and walked out.

In the courtyard, An Qiniang's body was still there. Wu Zhong waved his hand, and he took back the eight Heavenly Towers.

The deserted moonlight filled the courtyard, and Ye Lingyue's rash intrusion disrupted Wu Zhong's plan. He pondered for a moment, and instead of chasing Chen Mu and others, he immediately rushed back to the inn.

Ye Lingyue ran out of the inn together.

The scene just now kept echoing in my mind.

Although she didn't see who was behind the pillar, she did see a familiar corner of clothes.

Those were Feng Xin's clothes, the same clothes he wore during the day.

Ye Lingyue's mind was in chaos.

There was an answer that was shouting crazily in her mind.

"No, no, how could Feng Xin be?" Ye Lingyue shook her head violently, as if to drive out the increasingly ingrained thoughts in her mind.

But there was a voice in her heart that kept saying it over and over again.

"Actually, you have suspected it for a long time. Why should you deceive yourself?"

Two completely different voices in the head and heart were engaged in a battle between heaven and man. After standing for half an hour, Ye Lingyue calmed down a little.

She walked back to the inn where she was staying. As soon as she got near the inn, she saw a familiar figure lingering there.
Chapter completed!