Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

etc!bloodletting?

No way, he was about to be bled to death before he even saw the target's face?

What dog system is this?Why do you want to pick this time to wear it?

Suddenly, Yan Shijun's body didn't feel weak anymore, his stomach didn't hurt anymore, and he could climb another [-] floors with more effort.He desperately got up from the ground, and only then did he see the situation in front of him - a slender figure lying on the huge carved bed, needless to say, Yin Banyan was still hanging on his breath, and there were several people standing beside him. A servant with downcast eyes.

On the carved pear wood chair in the middle of the hall, sat a man in black, his eyes were indifferent and bloodthirsty.He looked down at Yan Shijun who was thrown on the ground like a piece of garbage.With phoenix eyes and slender eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, and a mole at the end of the eyebrows at the tip of the long and narrow eyebrows, the moment he raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows, the murderous coldness in his eyes made people tremble uncontrollably.He obviously has a beautiful face, but the lingering blood all over his body makes it difficult to connect him with the word glamorous, but it gives people a feeling of bloodthirsty and cruelty, as if he will be annoyed in the next second. Cut it into a meat paste by yourself.And the black gold dragon-patterned robe on his body symbolized his identity—the Lord of Luoxiao Palace, Shen Chichuan, the leader of the Demon Cult.

Yan Shijun is a rough man, when he saw Shen Chichuan, he had only one sentence in his heart: Fuck, it's so fucking good-looking!

He stood aside and looked at Yan Shijun on the ground with no expression. His concubine was lying on the bed seriously injured. He didn't look sad at all, as if there was an insignificant person on the bed.There was an indescribable coldness on his face, and it also revealed a kind of cruel and bloody excitement.

It was as if his purpose was not to save people, but simply to watch a killing show.

He hooked the corners of his lips, glanced into the corner, and immediately followed a tall and straight figure in black. The information of this person immediately flashed in Yan Shijun's mind----Xing Yu, Shen Chichuan's left guardian and personal bodyguard .

Shen Chichuan hooked his lips: "Bloodletting."

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that his life was in danger, Yan Shijun's few favors accumulated because of Shen Chichuan's beauty were exhausted in an instant, and he hurriedly stopped him, "I can save him."

"You can?" The witch doctor thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and laughed unequivocally. "I have practiced medicine for many years, and my ancestors have practiced medicine for three generations. How could you, a young man, understand? Master, he is just a plan to delay the attack."

As you can say!Yan Shijun despised him millions of times in his heart. If he hadn't been so dry and unable to speak, he might not be able to beat anyone!

You are an ancestor who practiced medicine for three generations. Before I read the book, I counted and said that you have been in a family of Chinese medicine for 300 years. You are a fart!

With a hoarse voice, Yan Shijun pleaded for his own life: "Damn old man, why don't you let me try it? If I can't cure it, it won't be too late to let my blood go."

"Dead... old man?" The witch doctor blew his beard and stared angrily, "Master, he..."

"It's okay." Shen Chichuan's smile faded away, and he looked at him playfully, "Let him try."

"However..." he added again, "If it can't be cured, I will throw you to the back mountain of Shura Dao."

Everyone present shivered. The Asura Road on the back mountain of Luoxiao Palace is a place where all kinds of prisoners are held. The previous leader, Mu Cheng, likes perverts. They were all fed and raised with the secret techniques of the Western Regions, bloodthirsty and ferocious, and extremely powerful.Mu Cheng had arrested a lot of people from the Martial Arts League back then. He liked to throw those prisoners inside and watch them being bitten and devoured by wolf dogs.

Except for one person, that is Shen Chichuan.

A weak chicken like Yan Shijun, who has no strength to restrain a chicken, can't even fit a wolf dog in between his teeth.

Only Yan Shijun swallowed: "But I have one request."

Shen Chichuan sneered: "What request."

How dare you make a request?Who doesn't know that Shen Chichuan is ruthless and cruel, if anyone dares to provoke him, he will definitely die without leaving a whole body.Everyone held their breath and didn't dare to say anything, for fear that if Yan Shijun said something that shouldn't be asked, Shen Chichuan would be furious and hurt them.

And Shen Chichuan squinted at the slender man in front of him. You don't need to think about the request Yan Shijun made. He must leave Luoxiao Palace and let me let him go. Ha ha, is it possible?

If he dared to bring up something that made him unhappy, he would be able to make Yan Shijun dead now.

Yan Shijun stretched out a finger, pointed behind him, and swallowed: "I want that..."

Want that...Shen Chichuan sneered in his heart, he dared to ask for something from the palace, it must be a peerless sword, martial arts cheats, powerful inner alchemy...Shen Chichuan turned his head and looked at it along his fingers , on a table, in a white jade plate, there is...a plate of mung bean cake...

Slow!

green bean cake?

Isn't it a sword?Isn't it a cheat book?Isn't it Neidan?

What is mung bean cake?

Yan Shijun bit his finger and said pitifully, his stomach grunted twice, and his eyeballs almost dropped when he looked at the pastry.

Shen Chichuan's brows twitched, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, but it quickly faded away.

He waved his hand, and Xing Yu ordered to bring Yan Shijun pastries and a cup of tea by the way.At this time, Yan Shijun was so hungry that he could swallow a cow. He wolfed it down and patted his stomach with unsatisfied desire: "I'm still a little hungry..."

Shen Chichuan: "..."

A plate of cakes was brought over again, this time he was not so hungry, Yan Shijun ate a bit slowly, and finally tasted the taste, and after eating, he pretended to comment: "This mung bean cake is only sweet but not fragrant, and it is too sweet to make you panic. "

Shen Chichuan looked at the empty plate in front of Yan Shijun, it was so clean that he could look in the mirror: he really didn't see why Yan Shijun found it unpalatable.

I burped in satisfaction, my stomach, which had been empty for many days, finally felt a little better, and even my body felt a lot more comfortable. Sure enough, for foodies, eating is the biggest thing in the world.

Shen Chichuan frowned impatiently: "What tricks do you have?"

"I..." Yan Shijun was about to say that he was a little choked, and when he needed some water, Shen Chichuan tapped his long finger on the saber at his waist, and raised his eyebrows threateningly, scaring Yan Shijun back.

Forget it, just eat enough, people must know how to be content.

Yan Shijun wanted to get up from the ground, but unexpectedly his legs gave way and almost fell to the ground. Then he remembered that when he was locked up in prison, his legs were severely beaten, and the moment he stood up, he clearly felt his calf. It's like a wrong position, it hurts so much, whether there is a fracture is another matter.

Hearing his gasp, Shen Chichuan glanced at him with lowered eyes, and it seemed like a blasphemy to stay Yan Shijun's distressed appearance in his eyes for a second longer.He waved his hand, and immediately followed by two attendants, one left and one right dragged Yan Shijun over with his arms raised.

Yan Shijun's calf dragged on the ground, and was thrown beside Yin Banyan's bed like a piece of garbage.

Yan Shijun swallowed the swear words accumulated in his stomach when he looked up and saw Shen Chichuan's face that almost had the word villain written all over it.

Forget it, let it be calm for a while, and your life will be safe for a while.