Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 855 I Don’t Want to Cultivate Immortals, I Want to Cultivate You [98]

Shen Wanqing snorted coldly, waved her sleeves, and said with a cold and indifferent expression, "I'll go by myself, don't touch me."

Watching their backs going away, Zhou Xiaoxing came back to his senses in a daze, his eyes were full of surprise, "Master, this is..."

The headman glanced at him, his gentle expression was icy cold, "Let's go, don't those people outside can't wait for me to give an explanation?"

……

After that, a piece of news came out from Shengshi Xianmen that afternoon.

It is said that the witch who brutally killed her master 100 years ago has been imprisoned in the dungeon of Shengshi Xianmen.

Just three days later, at the altar of Zhu Xian, he punished her with the torture of piercing her heart with ten thousand arrows and burning her with fire, and gave everyone an explanation.

The matter of the people who knew the news has become a discussion of their after-dinner refreshments.

A certain restaurant sponsored by Xiaoyou.

"Hey, have you all heard? Then Shen Wanqing has been arrested! I heard that he will be executed in public in three days!"

"Good catch! This kind of cruel witch should be punished by everyone!"

"If you want me to tell you, this demon girl should have been killed a long time ago! You see, it's because I didn't kill her at the beginning, and now I have cultivated a big devil. What are these things!"

"You said, the Shengshi Xianmen released the news of Shen Wanqing's death, is it to lure her apprentice into the bait, and then all the immortal sects will work together to arrest the big devil?"

"It's hard to say. The big devil of the demon clan must be a brutal and bloody man. Is this kind of beast who only knows how to kill is the kind of nostalgic and emotional person?"

"Tsk tsk... If the big devil is not eliminated and the demon clan is not destroyed, it will be difficult for this world of cultivating immortals to be peaceful."

"..."

Discussions from the neighbors kept coming.

"Crack-"

The teacup in his hand was tightly grasped by five fingers, and it shattered in an instant.

The fragments of the teacup turned into pieces, big and small, deeply piercing into the boy's palm.The scarlet blood fell drop by drop from the palm of the hand, mixed with the tea, and dyed large patches of red.

"Wang—" Seeing this, the people next to him were worried and wanted to stop it.

Bai Chi had already let go of the hand holding the fragment, and stood up with his lips pursed.

The boy was dressed in black with a cloak wrapped around it, and a loose hat was worn on his head, covering most of the boy's face, with only a white and indifferent chin exposed.

His expression was gloomy and gloomy, his lips were tightly pressed together, icy cold, and filled with sinister terror.

When he left, he left a sentence, "Let's get rid of the tongue-twisters."

Those who stayed in place replied respectfully, "Yes."

After leaving the inn, Bai Chi walked on the street, with his hat covering his face, he lowered his head and walked silently.

Suddenly at this time, he heard the voice of selling candied haws.

Bai Chi's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he slowly raised his head, revealing most of his face under the half-covered black hat.

The eyes are narrow and deep, the dark blue pupils have a touch of coldness and strangeness, and the expression is very calm and cold.

He looked up at the old grandfather who was yelling and selling candied haws in front of him, and walked over.

"Give me that bunch of candied haws." He walked up to the old man and said in a low voice.

"Hey, okay!" The old man didn't care about Bai Chi's mysterious appearance, and when he heard Bai Chi's words, he replied with a smile.

He took the candied haws away, and after paying the money, Bai Chi turned and left.

(End of this chapter)