After rebirth, the little junior sister’s salty life

Tonight, the moonlight is like water, and the starry sky is bright and dazzling. The stars in the sky seem to be blinking, twinkling and twinkling, which is particularly charming. But at this moment, no one is enjoying such a beautiful scenery. In this dark land, there are dense fires, smoke and the strong smell of blood everywhere, as if you are in a Shura battlefield.

Murong Hao was in a mess, his brocade clothes were soaked with blood, and drops of blood slipped from his clothes. He had numerous major and minor injuries, and his handsome figure was now extremely tired.

"Yingying, how are you?"

"Brother Hao, I'm fine!"

Looking at the bodies lying on the ground, I don’t know which batch of killers this is! Ever since they left the Zihai area, they have been targeted and often encounter killers.

They haven't had a good rest for many days. These killers come and go without a trace. They often appear suddenly in front of them, making them hard to guard against.

"As long as you are not injured, let's leave here quickly. There is a city ahead. Let's go there to rest and return to the sect as soon as possible!"

Murong Hao looked at Duan Yingying's soft and beautiful face. Her constant running around these past few days had not affected her beauty at all.

"Okay, listen to Brother Hao!"

The girl has a delicate figure and her eyes are full of trust. Lowering his head slightly, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, which quickly disappeared.

She knew that the purpose of these killers was to declare peace in the secret realm. Unfortunately, this was her last trump card and she could not give it to these killers.

The two quickly left the forest. Before leaving, she used corpse-transforming water to turn the corpses in the area into blood, leaving only an unpleasant smell in the air.

Murong Hao took Duan Yingying and left with her sword. After about a cup of tea, they entered the city.

It was getting late and the streets were deserted. The only sound was the footsteps of the watchman.

When they arrived at an inn, the owner was already dozing off. When he saw the two of them, he cheered up and arranged a room for them.

"Two distinguished guests, please come with me!"

The two rooms were next to each other. When they returned to the room, the two immediately changed out of their blood-stained clothes.

Lying on the soft and comfortable bed, the person who had been running around for so many days fell into sleep.

These days, Qing Ning is more leisurely. She goes shopping on the street during the day and buys things she likes when she sees them.

Occasionally, I would go to the teahouse to drink tea and listen to the stories about the mainland told by Mr. Literary.

"Dear readers, today we are going to talk about the wine and swordsman Sikong Jing!"

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An old man with a white beard stood on the stage, telling wonderful stories one after another. There was a young child next to him, who would also add a sentence or two from time to time, as if he was talking about cross talk.

"Grandpa, Jiujianxian went to explore Wuhai and met the Blue Moon Enchantress. Was he affected by her and was he injured?"

The child looked at the grandfather beside him with curiosity!

"Who is the Wine Sword Immortal? He is the most powerful person on the continent, how could he be injured! He only has wine and swords in his eyes, and no woman, no matter how beautiful, can get into his eyes!"

"No, he looked at the Blue Moon Demon Fairy. He was merciless and his moves were fierce. The Enchantress saw that her beauty trap was useless, so she wanted to escape, but the Jiujian Fairy didn't give her a chance, and the Fairy Sword in her hand He stabbed her hard, but in the end she was killed by the sword of the Jiujianxian!"

The old man stroked his white beard and looked at the others with a smile, his eyes changing unpredictably.

"Okay, this is the Jiujianxian, and he will not be obsessed with beauty!"

"Okay, that's great, old man!"

"The Wine Sword Immortal is indeed the Wine Sword Immortal!"

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Qing Ning sat in an inconspicuous place, looking at the grandfather and grandson on the stage with a smile, singing and telling the story of the master. To be honest, she had never heard Song Bo talk about this trip to Wuhai. .

When he was young, Songbo often told himself his master's legendary deeds as stories. During that time, she particularly admired Master. It was not until she got to know him better that she realized that Master was a funny man!

Gongsun Shang paid attention to the expressions of the people in the audience, and frowned slightly when he saw Qing Ning. This little girl is not simple!

While he was leaving, he took his grandson to Qing Ning and sat down next to her.

"The little girl seems to be very familiar with Jiujianxian."

"No, no, how can I, a little girl, be familiar with the Jiu Sword Immortal?"

Suddenly hearing someone asking a question, Qing Ning looked up and saw the old man and children beside her, and immediately answered.

She knew very well that the old man kept his secrets secret. Even the children around him were still in the foundation-building stage, while the old man's cultivation was already in the middle stage of divine transformation. No wonder he knew so many stories.

"is it?"

The old man had deep eyes and a look of disbelief.

Qing Ning stood up, stretched, turned and left without answering the old man's words.

Looking at the little girl's back, he knew that she was not simple.

"Grandpa, who is this young lady? She is so rude and doesn't even answer your words!"

The little kid pouted and looked unhappy. He decided that he didn't like this sister anymore.

The old man touched his grandson's head in a funny way, "I heard that Jiujianxian has a closed disciple. She is a girl. Her appearance is stunning, and her strength is not simple. I wonder if it is her? So what she said to me The story has no trace of amazement!”

"Then grandpa is saying that she is Jiujianxian's apprentice?"

The child who originally looked disgusting suddenly changed. He admired Jiujianxian very much. It would be great if he could meet him!

"Silly boy, this is just my guess!"

Qing Ning, who had already left, didn't know about the conversation between her grandfather and grandson. She looked at the black shadow that suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, with a look of helplessness on her face!

Why does this kind of thing always happen to her? The black shadow just now was a killer, and only they had the ability to come and go without a trace, but who was it that provoked these killers?

She pretended to be nonchalant and left without doing anything.

After resting for a day and a night, it was already the night of the second day. Murong Hao and Duan Yingying were eating supper in the room.

Duan Yingying looked at Murong Hao frequently, her eyes were like water, and she secretly gave him a look!

Murong Hao enjoyed the woman's soft eyes and gently held the girl's slender hand with his other hand.

The girl's cheeks were slightly rosy and her eyes looked shy.

At this time, the atmosphere was ambiguous, and the two of them understood each other tacitly.

Suddenly, Peng let out a sound, and a sword energy hit Duan Yingying's feet, making her scream out in shock.

Murong Hao immediately picked up the girl, opened the door, and ran out!

At this time, the inn was very quiet, there was no sound at all, it was very strange.

Murong Hao pulled Duan Yingying and looked around cautiously, his eyes cautious.

At this time, dark shadows surrounded the two of them, making it difficult for them to fly.