Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Seeing this, Feng Rugui called out the red silk and wrapped it around Chang Chengan's neck before trying to apply force, but Chang Chengan tore the red silk apart with a single lift of his finger.

With a movement of his body, Jiang Wuqi came up to Feng Rugui and protected Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui took a few steps back, reached the railing outside the door, supported the railing with one hand, and raised his voice, "Do you know Chang Chengan, the Chang Sect Master of Wangjian Sect?"

Seeing the pleasure-seekers drinking flower wine and the flower girl nodding below, he added: "You know that Chang Chengan's Xu Xian has an affair with his son Chang Siyuan, and that Xu Xian was born to Chang Siyuan about half a year ago. Has a baby girl been born?"

All the people below exclaimed again and again, one of them, Hua Niang, asked: "Young Master Chang hasn't set foot in my Yaoxian Tower since half a year ago, could it be because of his stepmother?"

——Where is it for his stepmother, it is clearly for himself, but Chang Siyuan's infatuation is too cheap, even when he can't get what he wants, he thinks that he is playing hard to get, and wants to use a sharp sword to force himself to submit.

Thinking of this, Feng Rugui smiled noncommittally.

Afterwards, he evaded the important point and said lightly: "Master Changmen has always acted like a master, and he can be admired, but he did dirty things in private and killed many innocent people. He was the one who took people's love. He even killed Xu Xian's original fiancé because of this. His Xu Xian gave his son Chang Siyuan an aphrodisiac because of this. Missing Young Master Chang, Young Master Chang is really unfortunate, to have such a conscienceless father, if Young Master Chang is not dead, Xu Xian is having a drink with all of you, it would be very pleasant."

What he said could not be regarded as confusing right and wrong, but in order to make Chang Chengan more accused by thousands of people, he did not mention Chang Siyuan's fault at all.

The pleasure-seekers in Yaoxian Tower are either rich or noble enough to be trusted, and there may be some who don't like Taoist gossip, but as long as one person spreads what he said, Chang Chengan's reputation will be ruined.

Chang Chengan became angry from embarrassment, but because he couldn't take Jiang Wuqi down for a while, he couldn't get close to him.

If he could get close to Feng Rugui's body, he would have already smashed Feng Rugui's body into thousands of pieces.

What he values ​​most is his reputation, and he will never allow anyone to tarnish it.

But he was ten feet away, helpless as Feng continued: "Yesterday, my husband and I were fighting at the Fengdu Inn, and he framed me for killing Mr. Chang and wanted to take my life for no reason. He killed ten innocent people, if you don't believe it, you can go and find out if there were dead people in the corridor on the second floor of the Fengdu Inn yesterday, and did he, Chang Chengan, bring a group of disciples to the Fengdu Inn."

The disciples who were sent to kill yesterday were all Chang Chengan's confidantes, and they spoke very harshly, so none of the [-] disciples present knew what was going on.

They originally cooperated with Chang Chengan to deal with Jiang Wuqi, but now hesitant, they put away their long swords one after another.

Chang Chengan was already at the end of his strength, he had to cooperate with many disciples to deal with Jiang Wuqi. Now that the disciples abandoned him one by one, he suddenly showed signs of decline.

He has practiced a strange kung fu. Even if he is seriously injured, he can recover to a certain level in a short time, but he will be backlashed by this kung fu later. If you do it with someone, you will be cured after one or two months of recuperation, but you will suffer from being bitten by thousands of insects during this two months; on the contrary, if you do it with someone, you will die suddenly within three days. Now he He had fought with Jiang Wuqi and Feng Rugui, and was doomed to die suddenly. He only hoped that he could bring them together to be buried with him.

But now he is alone, how can he resist Jiang Wuqi?

Jiang Wuqi saw that Chang Chengan's figure became dull at first glance, he didn't dare to relax, and concentrated on fighting with him.

Chang Chengan suddenly had a plan in his mind, and in the next moment, he actually raised his hand and lifted the back of a disciple beside him, and threw it at Jiang Wuqi.

It was as if he was throwing some dead object, he never thought that the one he threw was a living person, and it was his disciple.

He has lost his reputation and is about to lose his life. The most urgent thing right now is to get rid of the two scourges of Jiang Wuqi and Feng Rugui. Where can we take care of these useless disciples, we should make the best use of them.

Jiang Wuqi didn't expect Chang Chengan to have such a shameless act, so he was caught off guard and managed to catch the disciple with great difficulty.

The disciple's auricles brushed dangerously against "Que Shang"'s sword, and Jiang Wuqi supported him to stand still in shock. He swept past Jiang Wuqi, and then looked at the master who raised him.

"Master..." These two words were still in his throat, but he saw his best brother, just like him, being thrown out by the master as a weapon.

Jiang Wuqi was afraid of hurting the innocent disciple of Wangjianmen, so he had to put away his sword and summon Fuchen instead.

The power of the dust whisk was far inferior to that of "Que Shang", which gave Chang Chengan some time to breathe.

There were still [-] disciples around him, these disciples wanted to escape but were blocked by Chang Chengan, so they could only run inside.

But Chang Chengan raised his sword against the throat of one of the disciples, and threatened in a sharp voice: "If anyone dares to escape by a foot, as a teacher, I will kill you as a senior brother."

Is this the behavior of the despicable villain?

Feng Rugui leaned lazily against the railing, and said with a sneer: "You eighteen filial disciples heard that you were in trouble, and rushed to rescue you immediately, I'm afraid you never dreamed that you, the respected and famous Wangjianmen Will the sect master treat them as meatballs?"

After finishing speaking, he brushed a bunch of messy hair behind his ears, and a moment later, he snapped his fingers.

His inner breath easily broke the sword in Chang Chengan's hand, the blade turned into pieces of iron, and after falling to the ground with a crisp sound, there was no more movement.

——Chang Chengan's saber is rumored to be an indestructible sword handed down from ancient times, but that sword has been left in the backyard of the Yaoxian Building, and now the sword in Chang Chengan's hand is just an ordinary disciple of Wangjianmen A long sword.

Chang Chengan stared at the bare hilt, threw the hilt angrily, then grabbed the senior brother's throat with his bare hands, and glared at Feng Rugui: "Feng Rugui, you 1000-year-old ghost, what's wrong with you?" Stand to blame the old man?"

The four words "thousand-year evil spirit" rang loudly, forcing the faces of all the people below and the disciples of Wangjianmen to turn pale.

Feng Rugui, a thousand-year-old evil ghost, lives on the ghost mountain in the center of Fengdu. He likes to wear red clothes, has a handsome face, and is bloodthirsty and meat-eating.

The woman leaning against the railing is indeed wearing a red dress, and she can also be called Yan Ruo Shunhua.

There is no one who was born in Fengdu who has never heard of the horror of the thousand-year-old evil spirit Feng Rugui, except for the daring ones who want to see Feng Rugui's beauty for a while, the others have already fled away in panic .

After a while, only Feng Rugui, Jiang Wuqi, Chang Chengan and their [-] disciples remained in the huge invitation hall.

Feng Rugui lightly tapped the carvings on the railing with his fingertips, while facing Jiang Wuqi aggrievedly said: "Wuqi, they were all scared away by me, could it be that I was born very ugly?"

Jiang Wuqi was confronting Chang Chengan, and upon hearing this, he had no time to see Feng Rugui, but he still comforted him with words: "You are not ugly at all, and you are very beautiful, touching your heart."

"Really?" Feng Rugui walked closer, hugged Jiang Wuqi from behind, and kissed the back of Jiang Wuqi's neck.

The wound on the back of Jiang Wuqi's neck that he had bitten had healed, but the dark red blood scab was extremely unsightly.

He poked out the tip of his tongue to lick the blood scab, and said vaguely: "After this Chang Chengan is dealt with, no one will bother us. Wuqi, I will allow you to do whatever you want to do to me."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wuqi asked, while turning his head slightly.

Seeing Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi flirting shamelessly in front of him, Chang Chengan felt ashamed and felt that he had been underestimated, but he hoped that they would flirt for a while longer so that he could find an opening, so that Kill them one by one.

He stared at the two of them closely, and thought to himself: This thousand-year-old evil spirit is indeed beautiful, no wonder Siyuan fell in love with her.

The next moment, he smelled that Feng Rugui again and said shyly: "I will do what you have always wanted to do to me."

"That matter?" Jiang Wuqi was full of doubts, "What exactly is it?"

Feng Rugui lowered his head halfway, and said timidly: "That's it."

Chang Chengan saw that Jiang Wuqi had completely relaxed his vigilance, the fly whisk in his hand was hanging down, and he turned his head away completely, talking to Feng Rugui, he was secretly happy.

What he was waiting for was this moment, and he had to seize it. He let go of his disciple's throat, snatched the long sword from his hand, and slashed at Jiang Wuqi.

But his body suddenly felt severe pain, his hands lost strength, and the long sword immediately fell down. He subconsciously looked down, and found that he had been cut in two by the middle.

The body fell to the ground, making two blunt bangs in succession.

Countless intestines flowed out from his two cuts, and blood, mucus, and nearby organs also escaped, which was shocking.

He couldn't believe it, relying on his tenacious willpower, he stroked his cut with his fingers, and then stared at Jiang Wuqi who came out from behind him unhurriedly.

A little bit of his blood was splashed on Jiang Wuqi's body, and the sword in his hand, I don't know if it was done on purpose, but he used the sword of the disciple he threw, which is extremely ironic.

And that Feng Rugui leaned on a soft couch not far away at some point, covered his lips with one hand, yawned lazily, and stroked the soft animal skin spread on the soft couch with the other hand, The posture is dignified, but the hole in the heart is a bit glaring, revealing the fine cloth and a bit of white skin under the bright candlelight.

He casually swept across Chang Chengan's body, until he saw Jiang Wuqi's body was stained with blood, that pair of willow-leaf eyes gathered light.

He stood up slowly, walked in front of Jiang Wuqi, took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped Jiang Wuqi's cheeks carefully.

Chang Chengan always felt that he was no different from a pile of rotten meat to Yu Feng Rugui, and he couldn't attract the slightest bit of attention from him, so he was extremely annoyed.

Feng Rugui wiped Jiang Wuqi's cheeks clean, and then went to wipe Jiang Wuqi's neck and jaw.

Jiang Wuqi put one hand on Feng Rugui's back waist, making Feng Rugui close to him, holding the sword in one hand, and looked at Chang Chengan out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that Chang Chengan died, he couldn't be relieved after all.

When he was young, Feng Rugui threw away the silk handkerchief, kissed Jiang Wuqi's lips, and then sighed: "Why did you cut Chang Chengan in half? Didn't you dirty your hands for no reason? A hypocrite like Chang Chengan, even if Even traffickers and pawns can be killed, why do you do it yourself?"

Chang Chengan knew that Feng Rugui was humiliating him, but right now he really couldn't move, he couldn't even open his mouth to bite Feng Rugui to death.

Feng Ruo finally remembered that Chang Chengan was still at the side, and walked slowly in front of Chang Chengan, trampling Chang Chengan's face under his feet.

He didn't use much strength, but Chang Chengan suddenly felt that it was as heavy as a thousand weights.

His life so far can be said to be rich in fame and fortune, but unfortunately it came to an abrupt end today. He regretted the attack on Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi yesterday, but he never regretted what he did before.

He is a man above man, isn't it a matter of course to kill and seize the life of a fool who has no power to restrain a chicken?

He is a human being, and before he died, he was humiliated and humiliated by Feng Rugui in every possible way. This Feng Rugui deserved to go to the eighteenth level of hell, and he was punished to make atonement for his sin.

However, he couldn't speak anymore, his throat seemed to be blocked, and his eyes were blurred.

Feng Rugui realized that Chang Chengan had finally given up his breath, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Jiang Wuqi worriedly: "This Chang Chengan won't play tricks again?"

Jiang Wuqi let go of the blood-stained long sword, untied the Delorai and put it on Feng Rugui, before he replied: "He has been cut in half, he should be dead, how can he play tricks?"

——The inside room was originally used by Hua Niang to receive guests, the candlelight was ambiguous and dim, so she couldn't clearly illuminate Feng Rugui, Jiang Wuqi purposely pulled up the skirt of Feng Rugui's clothes when dressing Feng Rugui, and stretched her waist The waist lace was tightened, and he didn't think there was anything wrong at the time.Until Feng Rugui leaned against the railing and was in the brightly lit lobby, the piece of muslin and a little bit of skin unexpectedly slipped into his eyes and were exposed to the public, which made him very displeased. Some skin is his exclusive, and should not be seen by others.

But at that time, he was dealing with Chang Chengan and had no time to care about Feng Rugui. Therefore, when Chang Chengan died, the first thing he had to do was to take off Deluo and put it on Feng Rugui to cover up the Point the skin.

Feng Ruguiyi subconsciously lowered his head when Jiang Wuqi's Deluo put him on top of him, and saw that a little bit of his chest was exposed. He didn't really mind, but Jiang Wuqi obviously didn't want this bit of skin to be seen, so he couldn't help but Sweet in his heart, if he and Jiang Wuqi were alone in the room right now, he would definitely tease Jiang Wuqi a little bit, and ask Jiang Wuqi if he was jealous. It is even more hopeful that the disciples of Jianmen will be present.

Feng Rugui stood on tiptoe, kissed Jiang Wuqi's lips, then hugged Jiang Wuqi's waist, buried his head in his heart, and thought hard about what to do with Chang Chengan's body. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind: " Why don't we cremate him? We can rest assured by burning him to ashes."

"Cremation?" Jiang Wuqi agreed, "This idea is really good, and it will never cause any trouble."

The disciple who was thrown by Chang Chengan heard this proposal, and immediately echoed it.

He originally loved Chang Chengan the most, but what Chang Chengan, the master, imposed on him just now was not mere abandonment, but hatred and despair.

If the master needs his life, he can give it to the master without hesitation, but the master should use his life for the common people in the world, just like the master usually teaches, instead of using him as a human shield.

The rest of the disciples were also impacted by Chang Chengan's actions just now, but some indecisive ones did not respond.

Chang Cheng'an's body had been broken into two pieces, bloody and bloody, the contents of the abdomen were clearly visible, and it was half hanging down at the cut place, which was very terrifying.

In order not to frighten others, Jiang Wuqi gently pushed Feng Rugui away, then walked to the bed, tore off the brocade quilt on it, wrapped it around Chang Chengan's severed body, and then lifted it up, facing Feng Rugui. Said: "If you are at home, let's go."

Feng Rugui hooked Jiang Wuqi's left little finger, wobbly, with an innocent look.

The two of them left the empty Yaoxian Building, followed by the disciples of Wangjianmen.

It was already the moon in the middle of the sky, and the clear night was spreading on the ground. After nightfall, because there were ghosts and ghosts in Fengdu City, there were only a handful of pedestrians on the road.

Feng Rugui seldom moves around Fengdu, and he is not familiar with Fengdu.

So, stepping on the moonlight, he turned his head, looked at the disciples of Wangjianmen, and asked, "Is there any wasteland nearby?"

The disciple who was thrown by Chang Chengan replied: "Please follow me."

The disciple was in front of him, and suddenly the wind blew up the bloody smell and the stench of viscera from Chang Chengan's corpse, sinking into Feng Rugui's nasal cavity, Feng Rugui wrinkled the tip of his nose, and did not move away, but instead Jiang Wuqi's little finger clenched a little tighter.

Jiang Wuqi noticed this, and said softly: "If you return home, you should stay away from poverty."

"No." Feng Rugui turned around and grabbed Jiang Wuqi's wrist, "I don't want to stay away from you."

As he spoke, his face turned bright red, he stared sideways at Jiang Wuqi, and confessed: "Wuqi, I don't want to be away from you for a while."

Feng Rugui's whole body was covered by the soft and thin moonlight, as if covered with a layer of semi-transparent satin, a bit hazy, which made Feng Rugui's face more colorful, and Feng Rugui's eyebrows and eyes were filled with All of them were attached to him, which directly made Jiang Wuqi's heart "thump".

In fact, he doesn't care about his appearance. No matter how beautiful a beauty is, she will eventually turn into a dry bone. The destination of a beauty in the world is a pair of dry bones in a tomb.

But Feng Rugui in front of him made him feel that everything was beautiful.

He concentrated his attention before replying: "The poor Taoist also doesn't want to be away from you for a while."

After about a cup of tea, the disciple led the two of them to a large piece of wasteland, where the most luxuriant grass was already half a person's height, while the sparsest place was only a layer of half-yellow but not yellow weeds on the soil. There are a few solitary graves vaguely standing among the wild grass, and it seems that no one takes care of them.

Jiang Wuqi chose the most desolate place, put down the brocade quilt in his hand, and then unfolded the brocade quilt.

Chang Chengan did not rest in peace, as soon as his face was revealed, he stared at everyone as if he was still alive.

Jiang Wuqi carefully inspected Chang Chengan's body several times, verified his integrity, and confirmed that he was dead, so he ordered the disciples of Wangjianmen to find some hay for fuel.

A group of disciples were already chilled, and they left immediately as they said.

After a while, a group of disciples had collected enough hay, and they threw the hay on Chang Chengan's body, just like Chang Chengan threw the disciple.

Jiang Wuqi took out the torch, lit the hay, and instantly, white smoke billowed heavily, covering the sky and the sun.

He took a step back and stared closely at Chang Chengan's body.

Soon, there was the aroma of roasted flesh, and then there was the sound of "sizzling" corpse oil tumbling.

This smell made Feng Rugui feel a chill in his heart, and almost felt sick, he held Jiang Wuqi's hand, and leaned against Jiang Wuqi's body.

Jiang Wuqi lowered his head and kept kissing Feng Rugui's forehead until Feng Rugui raised his eyes and called him softly: "Wuqi..."

I don't know how long it took to burn, the white smoke gradually disappeared without a trace, and the remaining white smoke curled upwards, and in the blink of an eye, there was nothing left.

Jiang Wuqi looked up, and Chang Chengan's body had been turned into a handful of ashes and some broken bones.

Blown by the night wind, the ashes scattered in all directions, and were about to become nourishment for these weeds.

One disciple, Nianzai Chang Chengan, showed great kindness to him, tore off a piece of his clothes, wrapped up the remaining ashes and bones, and planned to bring them back to Wangjianmen.

Feng Rugui turned to the group of disciples and said: "The corpses of your sect master's wife and your young sect master's body have not yet been collected. If you are willing, you can go to the backyard of the Yaoxian Tower to collect them."

Chen Qianniang and Chang Siyuan didn't treat a group of disciples well, not as good as Chang Chengan before the real face was revealed, so they looked at each other and no one made a sound.

Feng Rugui didn't care if Chen Qianniang and Chang Siyuan had a place to live, and he didn't ask any further questions, he just told: "Siqing is still young, so I will trouble you."

Chang Siqing is just a six-month-old baby girl, the grievances and sins of the previous generation have nothing to do with her, now she has lost her parents, it is really pitiful, I wonder if someone can raise her?

Chang Chengan, the master of Wangjianmen, is dead. Chang Chengan has only one son, Chang Siyuan, and Chang Siyuan has been killed by Chen Qianniang. The remaining Wangjianmen may have no one to support them, and a generation of famous generals will perish. up.

The cultivation bases of these Wangjianmen disciples in front of them are all mediocre, far inferior to Chang Chengan, and even Chang Siyuan who has been hanging around the place of fireworks for many years. It can be seen that even if none of them leaves Wangjianmen , and voted for another faction, this Wangjianmen will not last long, Wangjianmen will have to become Chang Chengan's funeral object.

Feng Rugui didn't feel any pity at all. After all, Chang Chengan had committed many evils and shouldn't live long. The death of Wangjianmen was the price Chang Chengan should pay. What should Cheng An's concubine do?

But he is not a god of Daluo, these are not within his power.

He thought thoroughly, raised his head, and said to Jiang Wuqi: "Wuqi, let's go."

The dusk was deep, because their luggage was still left at the Fengdu Inn, so they went back to the Fengdu Inn.

The corpses in the corridor of the Fengdu Inn should have been buried, but the blood on the floor of the corridor could not be completely wiped off.

Seeing the two of them, the second brother was surprised and delighted and said: "The two of you are safe and sound. The younger one thought that the two of you were the masters of the Changmen... You two escaped this time, and you survived the catastrophe. Good fortune."

The second brother saw with his own eyes that Chang Chengan led his disciples to kill innocent people indiscriminately on the street, and then carried the corpse upstairs. He was so frightened that he was powerless to stop him, so he just hid aside, fearing that he would be implicated.

Chang Chengan was well-known and his cultivation level was high, so he thought that since Chang Chengan made a move, no one would be able to escape.

After everything subsided, he went to check again, only to find that Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi had disappeared without a trace, only the luggage was left.

Therefore, he decided that Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi should have lost their lives at the hands of Chang Chengan.

Seeing these two people alive now, he said with joy on his face: "The two of you still have to fight...No, the two of you are already being watched by the head of Changmen, it's better to leave Feng as soon as possible. Get your luggage."

It can be seen from this that what he and Jiang Wuqi said and did in Yaoxianlou have not yet been spread here.

Seeing that the second brother turned around and left, Feng Rugui hurriedly called him back: "Second brother, we want to fight."

The second brother enthusiastically said: "Here, I will prepare hot water for the two of you to wash and bathe."

After saying that, he hurried out a few steps, and remembered something again: "Do you two need some food?"

The two of them had already had their dinner, and now it's been about three hours, but they are not very hungry.

It was inconvenient for Feng Rugui to refuse the younger brother's kindness, so he ordered a bowl of mixed vegetable porridge for Jiang Wuqi, and a plate of black rice cup for himself.