After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

The painting is very detailed.

It is a long knife.

With a blade of about three feet and a black scabbard, the whole knife looks simple and low-key, as if it is no different from self-defense knives on the market in the world.

Only the complicated and mysterious pattern on the handle shows the extraordinary of this long knife.

That's not the point.

The point is, this pattern looks more and more like the black green blade in her storage bag.

Song Xi: "..."

The world can't be this small, can it?

"Do you have any questions?" Seeing Song Xi's posture as if he was going to stare at the painting, the demon master couldn't help asking.

Song Xi rubbed his chin: "I always feel that something looks familiar... Mr. Evil Envoy, does it look like a blade?"

The word "Xuan Qing" was engraved on the side edge of Xuan Qing Ren's blade. She wanted to confirm that if the demon lord was looking for Xuan Qing Ren, it would be very easy to handle.

The demon lord frowned, unable to tell whether Song Xi's words were true or not, he said honestly, "No, what are you asking so many for? You run fast, just search for me more."

"When you get it back, I will tell the difference!"

Song Xi clenched a fist with one hand and put it next to his mouth, coughing softly to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

She was still thinking about how to dedicate the Xuanqing Blade to the devil in a logical way, but now it's fine, it's justified.

Song Xi cupped his fists: "Yes! The subordinates will fulfill their mission!"

Really.

If the Xuanqing Blade can't suck it to death, you count me as a loser.

***

outside the scroll.

The monks who woke up had already formed a habit, opened their eyes and subconsciously aimed at the inheritance scroll.

But the situation was obviously different today, and all the staff were immediately intimidated by the picture on the scroll.

"Fuck? Who are these?!"

"Where's my senior brother?!"

"Why are there so many evil cultivators??"

On the scroll, two unfamiliar faces were wearing the same set of costumes, patrolling around a city with a team of sallow-faced monks. The leader had a pair of horns on his head, and he turned out to be a burly demon cultivator. .

While leading the team on patrol, he approached the slightly taller strange face, gossiping curiously, "Did you really rob the wife of the son of the head of your sect?"

"..."

The strange face didn't speak, and when he glanced at the gradually brightening sky, there was a sense of despair in his whole body.

The shorter, unfamiliar face next to him silently took a step back to distance himself, preventing himself from attracting the attention of the demon cultivator.

Laugh to death, what is brotherhood?

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

In another frame, an unfamiliar face is better off, but not much better.

He sits in a wooden room and huddles with a group of people to practice alchemy.

The evil cultivator next to him was also an alchemist, but obviously the success rate was not high, the furnace was bang bang, and the aftermath almost blew up the furnaces of several alchemists next to him.

The strange face stood up unbearably, and pointed at Xie Xiu, "Where are you setting off firecrackers?!"

As soon as the words fell, the companion of the evil cultivator stood up gesturing and threatened to beat him up. The normal cultivator on the other side immediately fought. group.

Due to the limited space, the two sides were either pulling hair or spitting, and the scene was once very chaotic.

Onlookers: "..." This fight was really bad.

All the monks silently cast their eyes on the last picture.

Song Xi is the only one who has remained the same, and everyone can recognize him at a glance. Compared with the others, he looks particularly pampered, but his painting style is also very weird.

He held a piece of drawing paper in his left hand and a map in his right hand. In his arms was a lifelike, white and fat hamster puppet, which was eating melon seeds obediently, and then held it to Song Xi's mouth.

Song Xige You slumped on the small flying chair, flying slowly in front, followed by a team of demon cultivators step by step.

If it wasn't for the Moxiu behind who was digging around conscientiously, as if looking for something, they would really think that Song Xi was on vacation.

Qin Ya pointed at Song Xi in disbelief, "Is the puppet technique used like this? Eating melon seeds?! Doesn't he have teeth himself?"

"They went to the evil alliance's lair?"

"I don't think it's the same as being taken away as a coolie."

"Who are these three people? Is there anyone who understands to claim it?"

Kou Junwu covered his face in despair, and couldn't bear to look directly at his crazily scratching senior brother, so he yelled, "Don't admit it, the one in the wooden house must be my senior brother."

"The taller one should be Zhengyangmen Yun Jingcheng, I remember he is a little taller than Xiao Lin."

"Then who did he rob? What the fuck? Brother Qiu's wife?!"

"Is this the point? The point is why Song Xi is so laid back, and he seems to be the team leader. He won't really collude with the evil alliance, right?!"

"I don't think so. They should have a plan. You can see that the other three people have changed their appearance. It is obvious that they have changed their identities to avoid being recognized."

"Just four people broke into the evil alliance directly? Isn't that funny with three golden cores and a foundation building? Still planning? Give them a chance, who can they kill?" Someone retorted disdainfully.

Su Yueyan sneered, and said righteously, "I said before that Song Xi and the evil cultivator framed us and wanted to swallow the medicine king's inheritance by himself."

She pointed at Song Xi, "From now on, it seems that this is Song Xi. The evil alliance has captured the three of them, and he has taken the position of a great hero!"

Xie Yue raised his eyes angrily, "Then you, the emperor, explain to me why they all ate Yi Rong Dan?"

Just as Su Yueyan was about to continue splashing dirty water, Xie Yue frowned impatiently, and with a flick of his fingertips, a banning talisman slammed onto Su Yueyan's face, "Forget it, don't explain, shut up Come on, it's annoying to listen to you being bullied."

Su Yueyan: "..."

Why is this man so moody? !

Everyone outside the scroll was arguing endlessly, and Shu Ziran inside the scroll was also very anxious.

Last night Xiao Lin inquired about the news, and heard that there was a newly promoted evil envoy named Song Xi, who was popular in front of him, and the evil envoy sent a team of people to him today to be promoted to be the captain of the treasure hunting team.

He slipped out today in order to stop Song Xi from learning scriptures, and by the way, ask what to do next.

But he had been squatting in the toilet for a long time, but Song Xi was nowhere to be seen.

Shu Ziran sighed, and changed to another toilet to squat for a while.

He doesn't understand.

According to Song Xi's usual frequency of running to the toilet.

Should have come earlier? !