Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Chapter 429 Miaojiang Saint x Awakening of the Gu God 29

The hotel room is extremely fragrant and beautiful.

Several masked men in black on the eaves of the inn looked at each other with heart-wrenching eyes.

"As expected of a girl from Southern Xinjiang, this voice makes my blood boil..."

"Didn't you say that she brought a child? Now. I don't know where I found the adulterer. Hehe... my mother's legs were broken. Let's try it later..."

"Shh! Shut up!"

One of them stopped the others from talking quietly.

Money moves people's hearts.

If they weren't seeking money, they wouldn't want to provoke the mysterious southern Xinjiang girl.

In the inn room, Zhu Baishao was already weak, and her hands and feet were weak, allowing Qing Ling to toss and turn like pancakes.

Her last strength, apart from the unconscious moans in her mouth, was the hand pinching the young Qing Ling's shoulder. The nails had already scratched many bloody marks on his body.

It's a pity that these did not make Qing Ling feel any pain, but instead made her more excited.

His lustful eyes moved away from Zhu Baishao's face and glanced at the roof, a stern look flashed across his eyes.

Qing Ling glanced at the sparkle that flowed out unconsciously from the corner of her mouth. After cleaning it up for her, she lowered her head and kissed her again, sighing softly: "There are a few annoying little bugs outside that disturb us. Forget it, I'll go deal with it." For a moment, today..."

"I'll spare you for now."

Zhu Baishao's body was trembling slightly and he couldn't even move a finger. He didn't care what Qing Ling said.

Qing Ling's eyes became gentle, she wiped her gently, covered her with a quilt, and then knitted herself a white robe at will.

The night in the Central Plains is different from that in southern Xinjiang. It is not that dark, and there are not many stars covering the surrounding areas. The wind is whistling high up, making Qing Ling's robe bulge.

The men in black, who thought they were well disguised, were lying together, listening attentively to what was going on in the room.

"It finally stopped. How long has it been... let's do it?"

Qing Ling frowned, and her lustful eyebrows and eyes were gradually stained with frost.

"Are you looking for death?"

These people's minds were filled with the joy of a windfall. Just as they took out their cigarettes and carefully tried to uncover a green tile, a deep and mellow voice of an adult man clearly rang in their ears.

The reactions of several men in black were almost the same. They quickly rolled around and fled, then raised their heads and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Under the night with only one bright moon, the night wind blew Qing Ling's long black hair and white robe, and the moonlight stretched them. When the shadow swayed, it no longer looked like a human, but a spider.

One of the men in black noticed this and was so frightened that he took a big step back, causing the tiles to clang.

Before several people could think of fighting or escaping, the extraordinarily tall figure moved. The man's chin was raised slightly, and an overwhelming white transparent silk thread spread out behind him, like a huge spider web, covering several black people. The man in clothes sticks firmly.

The mouths of the men in black were also gagged. Their eyes widened and they looked at Qing Ling as if they were ghosts.

Qing Ling walked up to them slowly, and a transparent silk thread she was playing with with her fingertips made a "pop" sound and penetrated directly into a person's temple.

That was the person who first had thoughts about Zhu Baishao, and he died without even letting out a muffled groan.

"Ugh!! Uh-huh!"

The remaining people were so frightened that they struggled wildly and cried in despair.

Qing Ling pulled out the silk thread, but there was no blood on it. He moved his fingers, and the silk thread tried to attack someone again.

call out--

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a flash of cold light cut off the thread that was stabbing the man in black.

"Your Excellency, please show mercy to others!"

The tips of Qing Ling's ears twitched slightly, and he looked sideways in one direction.

There, there was a white figure walking towards the moonlight, rushing over quickly.

The visitor has a jade crown on his head, sword-shaped eyebrows flying into his temples, his eyes are like bright stars, his facial contours are as sharp as a knife, and he has an air of magnanimity as he looks around.

The visitor was wearing white brocade without lines. As soon as he appeared, the desperate eyes of the remaining men in black showed joy.

"Um!"

Everyone in the Central Plains knows that Lin Wuya, the best master in the world, is dressed in white brocade and jade trees facing the wind, with a long sword that can fight in the world, and his heroic appearance is unparalleled.

And he is also known as a peacemaker, anxious for justice and justice.

But in his eyes, doing good deeds and helping others are often just wishful thinking. Many times he does bad things with good intentions and ruins the affairs of many people.

If Lin Wuya hadn't been so powerful that he had no rivals and had the blessing of his identity, he would have been sacked by countless people based on his personality alone for so long.

Qing Ling didn't know him, and she wouldn't change her mind for a stranger. He raised his thin eyebrows, opened his red lips, and uttered one word very clearly:

"roll."

Lin Wuya was initially amazed by Qing Ling's skills and appearance, but now he couldn't help but get choked up.

He was not an unreasonable person. He immediately calmed down, took back the sword that flew out, and frowned: "It seems that they are just a few flying thieves. They are not going to kill them, right? You killed one and you have already vented your anger." , it’s like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys…”

"roll."

Regarding his long sermon, Qing Ling opened and closed her lips and replied with one word again.

The silk thread in Qing Ling's hand popped out again. This time, before Lin Wuya could draw his sword, the thread strangled several people's necks.

The men in black were staggering and all of them had lost their breath.

Lin Wuya frowned more and more. He couldn't understand why Qing Ling was so ruthless. Could it be that there was some blood feud?

At this time, many people had noticed the situation on the roof of the inn and were curious to inquire.

Qing Ling had always been polite to people other than Zhu Baishao. He glanced at the corpse on the tiles with disgust. He looked like a ghost, flashing from one roof to another. After a few jumps, he disappeared. .

Lin Wuya, who wanted to pursue him, was stunned.

Is this a master from some hidden family? Not only was the appearance unfamiliar to him, but he had never seen the weapon as thin as silk that he used.

At this time, the shopkeepers in the inn also climbed up. When they saw Lin Wuya, they all bowed slightly to express their respect for him.

Lin Wuya had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, and was still looking at the direction Qing Ling left in trance.

And they were obviously used to this kind of situation, and they handled the corpses very skillfully.

What else could Lin Wuya say?

It was already dark, so he went to the inn below and got a room to stay.

Qing Ling's tall and slender figure disappeared into the darkness of a remote alley, and what came out was a soft and waxy cub with short legs.

Wearing super small white clothes.

He looked around, figured out the direction, and then skipped along the long street towards the inn.

When weaving around pedestrians, his movements were extremely flexible, unlike when we first saw him, he was on all fours and crawling awkwardly on the big rocks.

He returned to the room and saw that Zhu Baishao's long eyelashes were closed, her breathing was shallow, and her cheeks were still pink, so he crawled to her side and shrank into her arms.