Author: Xiao Xiaoxiao

In the evening, stars are dotted.

In the woods not far from Moshui Village.

The 18 or 19-year-old girl, who was a little baby, sat lazily on the tree branch, with her hands on the back of her head, one leg resting on the branch, and one leg hanging naturally in the air.

I took out a small dried fish from somewhere, threw it high, and caught it with a cherry-like mouth.

"Food, Lejing, um...and... hiccup~"

She burped.

"And...I am a beauty."

Very happy.

"My little ancestor, you can come down quickly."

"If you have any good things, how can I pay the deceased prince?"

The middle-aged man looked a little anxious under the tree. His straight body and solid muscles all mean that this person is a trainee.

Zhao Qinghe did not come down, waved his hand to the bottom, changed into a comfortable position and continued to lie flat. A spiritual charm flowed out from his comfortable eyes against the starry sky.

"Anla, Uncle Zhong, don't worry."

"No matter how bad I am, I am still an eighth-level practitioner. Even if I fall down, it will be fine."

"Little ancestor, that's not what I mean."

Zhong Bo under the tree was still thinking hard: "Recently, the Demon Sect has been rampant in the Great Zhou territory. Many villages have been looted by the Demon Sect and stay outside. If the Demon Sect people come to me..."

"That's not right." Zhao Qinghe was completely sleepy and was intrigued: "The princess's mansion is so boring, and he finally came out and just took them to practice his skills."

"I dare to bully my people of Dazhou in my territory. As the royal family of Dazhou, I must give them some colors."

Uncle Zhong wanted to speak, and the girl on the tree branch was like a white fox, jumping down from the tree cleverly.

"Princess..." Uncle Zhong did not react. The purse on his waist had been flexibly taken off by Zhao Qinghe.

The quirky girl smiled at him, returned to the tree, took out the dried fish from her purse, and continued to taste it.

Bo Zhong shook his head helplessly: "Okay, at most, I will go back to the princess's mansion until tomorrow."

His seventh-rank martial man protects the princess, so there should be no major happening.

The night is already dark.

Breaths of cold wind swept over.

Like a little fox, Zhao Qinghe pretended to be asleep pricked up his ears and listened to the message in the wind.

Opening her eyes, she jumped to the treetops and looked into the distance.

A group of sneaky figures sneaked in the darkness.

When looking at the clothes, you should be a disciple of the Demon Sect.

A sly light flashed in his eyes.

hey-hey!

Thiefs, I'm here!

Uncle Zhong, who was not awakened to rest under the trees, rushed to the village flexibly under the night.

Outside the village.

About ten people sneaked around the village.

The elder of the Demon Sect, who was leading, gave an order:

"Closed all exits of the village."

"Teaching the main living people to set fire, wake up all the untouchables, and take them away."

The dark night sky was suddenly illuminated.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!"

"Put the fire quickly, put out the fire!"

The villagers were suddenly awakened by the fire and ran around and shouted to each other. Fortunately, the fire was not big and the flames were quickly extinguished.

The next moment, I saw a group of people standing at the entrance of the village.

They all looked like monks, all of them were in night clothes, and they looked like bad people at first glance.

"Who are you? What are you doing in Moshui Village?"

The alert villagers immediately realized something was wrong and picked up the farm tools to confront the group of people.

"Don't panic, our leader wants to invite you to go to the Demon Sect to be a guest."

Magic Sect?

The villagers felt a little cold.

Recently I heard that many villagers in the village were forced to take them away, and none of them came back.

Did the sudden disaster fall from the sky today fall on them?

"People, please."

The villagers did not move and confronted the people in the Demon Sect.

"Don't leave? Bring that middle girl here."

The village chief was in a lingering heart.

The girl only came to the vicinity of the village in the past two days, and was always following an old man. Both of them were very kind and helped them build the canal together.

The people in their village have already regarded these two people as their own family.

But is such an innocent little girl going to die tragically at the hands of the Demon Sect today?

The elder of the Demon Sect has already planned to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

"Don't leave?"

The cold light of a long sword slashed at the girl.

"Wait! Let's go!" The village chief spoke urgently and wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"That's the end!"

"You're talking too much, can you still fight?"

The long sword that was slashed was easily captured by Zhao Qinghe, and the sharp sword edge did not leave a trace of blood on her delicate palms.

The sword cultivator's breath condensed slightly.

Eighth-grade bodybuilding. In such a small village, this delicate little girl is actually an eighth-grade martial artist?

Zhao Qinghe held the sword edge tightly in one hand, clamping it with the absolute power of the martial artist, without any gorgeous movements, and attacked the sword cultivator's lower plate with his right leg.

collapse!

It's a brutal kun!

The people around felt a sense of sadness.

No, this can't continue.

Ten-on-one, the advantage lies in me!

Except for the person who performed the skill of covering the crotch after being raped.

Other disciples of the Demon Sect came up with a bee pupa.

Zhao Qinghe was a little bit unable to match four with two fists (crossed off)... twenty hands.

The elder of the Demon Sect observed secretly.

A eighth-rank martial artist, such a person must have more blood and blood.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

A trace of evil spirit is attached to the palm of your hand.

Killing out like a poisonous snake.

Although the sword blade scratched her body was not painful or itchy, she couldn't resist the number of people, and she was a little overwhelmed.

The next moment, she felt the boundless murderous intent.

She suddenly turned around, and her palm with black air in her pupils was constantly enlarged, and she had no time to react.

With a bitter spirit, she blew her long hair up.

"Princess!"

An anxious shout came along the wind of the palm.
To be continued...