The leader has a black moonlight + extra episode

It's like pinching a piece of soft and glutinous pastry. It feels...very good.Yan Qimo couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and then took a closer look. Under the wet, slippery, snow-white neck... the clothes were torn, and the water was lightly stained, and the spring light... let out.

A gust of wind passed by, Yan Qimo swung his hand, as if he had touched some poison, and threw the woman in his hand a few meters away.Blinking his eyes again, his brows were wrinkled into another mountain peak in this spring color.What did she just... see?

The spring light came unexpectedly and abruptly, and the leader was caught off guard.

Yan Qimo settled down, organized her thoughts and looked at the person who was thrown away a few meters.Avoiding the exposure under the neck, the facial features above the neck are exquisite, the eyebrows are delicate, the white face, the peach cheeks, it is still the appearance of a petite beauty.The bracelet made of small hickory nuts on the left wrist is eye-catching, because the size of those hickory nuts has never been seen in ordinary times, and only special cultivation of Gu can grow such round and neat hickory nuts.

This string of bracelets is unique to only one person in the Jianghu—the precious saint of the Blood Lotus Sect, Wu Jin.

It is the saint who is praised to heaven by the group of mobs who are always unhappy with themselves.Although Yan Qimo looked down on those ordinary people, Wu Jin was well-known.With such an inefficient little devil, it's no wonder that the group of his subordinates couldn't hold the mountain pass, so she got in.

Now that I have bumped into myself now...Yan Qimo's anger just now was replaced by interest, and his murderous intentions have not faded, and he glanced at Wu Jin like a disdain.She would like to try it herself, what kind of abilities does this "famous" little demon girl have?I will make some gestures later, let myself open my eyes, watch and watch, and it will not be too late to decide how to die for her.

Thinking like this, Yan Qimo walked slowly to the side of the wet person, found a clean place and sat down.Stretch out your fingers to fiddle with the green grass all over the ground, and tease a few small bright red flowers with spring in them.

After waiting for a while, seeing no movement from the people next to him, and thinking about the half jar of aged wine that was thrown off the trunk just now, Yan Qimo suddenly felt a little upset, turned his head and glanced at Wu Jin, and his heart was aroused. The plan to brew wine with blood...

Anyway, she was the one who caused him to throw half a jar of good wine, and it was right for her to let her bloodlet to make up for it.

The phoenix eyes were poisoned, and the fierce light was fierce, Yan Qimo thought about the sweet taste of the blood wine, and his mood improved a bit.

After a long time, the eyelids of the people on the ground twitched, and then their eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of pure eyes gradually opened.She moved her eyes sleepily, swayed from side to side twice, and then fixed her eyes on the only person in front of her eyes.

Wu Jin sat up, rubbed her drooping eyelids, and when she raised her hands, she caught a glimpse of the wet color between her sleeves and the sticky coldness on her body.Looking at the rushing river around him, and looking at Yan Qimo, a thought flashed in his mind: "En... benefactor?" The voice was like a clear silver bell.

Yan Qi Street didn't raise her head, and didn't hear what she was saying clearly at all, she just said: "Put your clothes on first." There was a hint of disdain in her words, because that piece... really wasn't much to look at.

Wu Jin lowered his head, saw the "indecent" tatters on his chest, frowned in perplexity, pulled up his collar and barely covered the parts that should not be exposed.After confirming that it was as usual, he blinked his grateful eyes and asked expectantly, "I don't know who the benefactor is from?"

"Yan Qimo." The leader didn't hide anything, the red clothes fluttered wantonly in the wind, and the fierce light in his eyes came out after the words fell.

Although the Wuwangshen Sect and the Blood Lotus Sect are both the big dippers in the cult, the relationship between the two religions has always been incompatible. It is normal for the members of the two religions to fight and fight every day. The purpose is to fight for the number one in the cult. Come second.So in these three days of non-stop trouble making, even the leaders of the two sects, who had never met before, became dissatisfied and disgusted with each other.

When enemies meet, they should be extremely jealous, and they should fight to the death.Yan Qimo had come up with this idea a long time ago, and was about to take this opportunity to try out the supernatural powers of the Holy Maiden of the Blood Lotus Sect before sending her to see Lord Hades.I didn't think-

Wu Jin blinked her bright eyes, muttered and repeated: "Yan Qimo, Yan Qimo, it's really nice."

……sounds so good?Yan Qimo raised her eyebrows.

"Does the benefactor know my name?" Wu Jin's little face showed a little distress again.

Um?Yan Qimo became interested when she heard the words, raised her eyebrows and stared at her for a while, those watery eyes were really innocent and harmless.

Unexpectedly, the saint who was regarded as a treasure by the Blood Lotus Sect lost her memory.If the mob found out, wouldn't they be furious and angry?Thinking about this, Master Yan felt that the picture of the Blood Lotus Sect jumping over the wall in a hurry was very pleasing, and said to the amnesiac saint, "You should be called...Xiaojin."

Xiaojin... Wu Jin thought for a while, and seemed to feel that the two words Yan Qimo said were indeed somewhat familiar in his bewildered mind, nodded and said, "So my name is Xiaojin..." He muttered and muttered His own name, he slapped his head again and sighed in frustration, "But I forgot everything else."

Yan Qimo was silent, and she heard her asking again: "Where is the benefactor, does the benefactor know?" The clear eyes were full of searching and seeking knowledge.

Yan Qimo shook her head, and said again: "You don't need to call me benefactor."