Wear the villain and act coquettish again

Chapter 148 My idol is the leader of the Demon Cult 22
Meng Xian found water on the table in the hall.

Gudou Gudou wiped out a whole pot in one go.

After drinking the water, Meng Xian looked for Fang Qimo with his dizzy head.

She heard something moving in the woods outside the station.

Gently opening the door of the station, Meng Xian tiptoed out.

It was so late, she didn't want to wake up the proprietress and the others and affect their rest.

"...Please forgive us!"

The very non-standard voice sounded very familiar to Meng Xian.

I was still a little dizzy and thought about it.

Oh.

Isn't it the group of barbarians I met during the meal?
Who are they begging for mercy?

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Meng Xian approached slowly, and saw those barbarians were tied up and thrown on the ground.

The clothes on their upper bodies were ripped off, and the skin on them...

Bloody.

It seems that he has received a lot of punishment.

Standing with his back to Meng Xian was a tall, lonely and cold figure.

She knew who it was from the back.

Fang Qimo.

"Master." A shadow in black landed beside Fang Qimo silently, half-kneeling to ask him for instructions.

Meng Xian couldn't see Fang Qimo's face, but he could hear his disregard for the ants-like lives of these barbarians from his cold and stern voice.

He said, "Kill."

"Yes." Ye Chen received the order and got up.

He pulled out a cold-looking short knife from his waist, and stabbed straight at the barbarians.

Meng Xian: "..."

She couldn't hold it back, bent over and vomited.

She really didn't understand, just kill as long as you kill, why do you cut off the roots of other people's descendants first.

Could this be humiliation first and then death?
After all, most men still cherish their lifeblood very much.

When Meng Xian straightened up after vomiting, what he saw was Fang Qimo's handsome face.

"Why did you come out?" Fang Qimo looked at her thin clothes, reached out to take off his coat, and covered her.

"Go back, be careful of catching a cold."

When Fang Qimo's hand was about to touch Meng Xian, Meng Xian's stomach was churning again.

Spit unceremoniously on his coat.

Meng Xian: "..."

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I probably drank too much and kept throwing up."

Fang Qimo: "It's okay, let's go back."

Hearing this, Meng Xian looked away, but he didn't see anyone else.

It turned out that those barbarians were tied up and thrown on the ground.

Now, apart from the mottled blood on the ground, there is no trace of any barbarian in that open space.

"Are they all dead?" Meng Xian asked.

In fact, there was nothing special in her tone, as if she was asking a very ordinary question.

But Fang Qimo froze because of this sentence.

Seeing that Fang Qimo didn't speak, Meng Xian thought that Fang Qimo didn't want to speak, so he didn't ask any more.

Anyway, it was the Hu people who killed them. In the Dayun Dynasty, Hu people were the bad guys who often came to commit crimes.

Even if a few people cross the border sporadically, it is definitely not a good idea in their hearts.

Kill it, kill it, there is nothing to be pitiful about.

Meng Xian turned around and walked towards the post station. After walking a few steps, he found that Fang Qimo hadn't followed him.

She turned to look at Fang Qimo, "Why are you standing there, didn't you say go back?"

Fang Qimo's eyes drooped slightly, "You have seen it all."

Although Meng Xian didn't understand why Fang Qimo suddenly became a little sad.

But she still nodded and explained the facts: "I see."

"That's the kind of person I am." Fang Qimo's tone suddenly became indifferent.

He raised his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes were stained with blood and hostility little by little.

(End of this chapter)