Fast travel, death collection system

Cang Moliu leaned on the painted red wooden railing with one hand, looking at the rainy sky and the earth: "Oh? I am flattered that Master Yu is so sincere."

Seeing that the swordsmith didn't answer, Yulang didn't say anything to force him, but he just looked at the world in the rain, and then said again: "Young master is so talented, I can afford this deity to come here in person, I just hope that I don't let this deity fail for nothing." It's good to go back..."

"I'm not very interested in the Red Lotus Sect. I'm afraid the Jade Sect Master will really turn back." Cang Moliu no longer looked at the cold rain, turned around and paced inside with his body wet.

Yulang smiled calmly, with a rough voice, but he could not disobey: "Really, it doesn't matter even if the young master is being shouted and killed now? You must know that this Jianghu is a place of hypocrisy and radicalism, and the young master really doesn't want the protection of his deity? "

The sound of rain was pattering, mixed with the cold wind blowing in the air.

"How does the Jade Master know that I need other people's 'protection'." Cang Moliu chuckled, his voice was as elegant as a melody, but his posture didn't care. Everything, this man didn't care at all.

So cold, so indifferent.This indifference exudes unparalleled strength, he can get everything he wants, and he can also abandon it like a shoe.

Such a man, Yulang's face remained unchanged, but he gave up the idea of ​​forcibly bringing him back to the Red Lotus Sect.Besides, he had some doubts about how this Cangmen stream would cause the Sangmen Sword to wander outside uncontrollably: "My lord, as the master of the sword casting, have you ever thought about taking back the Sangmen Sword?"

Yulang's face is as cold as jade, but his tone is calm and polite, his demeanor is calm, and his behavior is worthy of being the leader of a sect.

Cang Moliu looked into the eyes of the man in snow-white clothes, and saw his undisguised temptation.

"This sword was originally taken by Gong Yang Yu Zhiqiu. Since it belongs to him, how can I take it back?"

Naturally, Yulang understood the code words that he would never interfere. He had no intention of making an enemy of the swordsmith. Since the two people had no conflict of purpose, today's trip was not in vain.

Yulang was thinking about the layout of this month, Yinggongfeng and Liwufeng were constantly fighting, his stake had already been buried in it, and it was only time for it to be effective, and judging from Liwufeng's situation, it was obvious that the leader Already fascinated by the idea of ​​overpowering Ying Gongfeng, wanton killing people is a vain attempt to forge a Yang sword, in which the ambition is clearly visible.At that time, it is only necessary to tear up their hypocritical faces and arrange them, and the two peaks can be pulled directly under the mask of 'justice'.And at that time, he only needs to hold out the divine flower that never fades in the teaching.

Why don't you worry about reaching the top?

Both the Sangmen Sword and the Yang Sword will be in his hands.

With the flower of God in hand, he will have whatever name he wants, the people and the people are mediocre, such a magical epiphyllum will represent everyone's beliefs.

Possessing this inexhaustible epiphyllum, he will be the spokesperson of heaven, he will be the representative of heaven and earth, representing eternity and peace, and——

——The fate of fate.

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The poison master in red raised his slender and angular eyebrows, his red eyes were covered by long hair hanging down his left face, and his right eye looked maliciously at the young man with a peach-like complexion in front of him.

Yin Yang hid behind his master pitifully with a small face, his waist was tightly squeezed, and a light blue gown was covered in a thin lilac-colored coat. Lovely bells, line by line are both cute and seductive.

"This is your apprentice?" Yan Juncheng sized him up with a cruel smile, his expression revealing a shivering coldness, "What can you teach him as a blacksmith? Can you teach him to carry water?"

"Huh?" Cang Moliu heard the poison master's incomplete words, teased the plum blossom sparrow in his hand, and said casually, "What do you mean?"

Yan Juncheng parted his lips and showed an evil smile: "What do you think of me? My skills are more than enough to teach such a young boy."

"Master..." Yin Yang tugged Cang Moliu's wide sleeves tremblingly, his teary eyes were really distressing.

Yan Juncheng flicked the chain and pulled the boy from behind Cang Liu, sneered and patted the young Yanguan Taoli's face with a cruel smile, but his tone was extremely regrettable: "It's so pitiful, my little face is pale .”

Since the wayward lover wanted this boy, Cang Moliu was a very good lover, and said without hesitation: "Then it's up to you."

Yan Juncheng paused, smiled presumptuously, stroked the boy's neck with one hand, and said something that made Yin Yang almost faint: "It's okay to kill him?"

This young man was not an indispensable and important person to Cang Moliu, and he bumped into him deliberately with impure purposes. He lightly placed the tip of his index finger on the table, and the vermilion plum blossom sparrow on his finger Jumping down with two slender legs moving.Cang Moliu's eyes moved to the boy who was already trembling with fright.

Huanhuan casually said, "Ah, it's up to you."

The young man was shocked, he didn't believe it was like this: "Master, Master..."

He couldn't figure it out, those men saw him as if they saw a piece of meat, wishing they could snatch him home and swallow him, the reason why he agreed to the head of Li Wufeng to seduce one of these two people was because of Confidence in one's appearance, I thought it was something that would be sure and effortless, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this...

This man didn't care at all, he never kept his eyes on his face.

"Why..." Yin Yang said unconsciously, he stared blankly at the tall, pale but extremely handsome man, "Why?"

"Pfft!" The beautiful Poison Master couldn't help laughing, he seemed to have seen the funniest thing in the world, his shoulders trembled slightly, "Haha, you must be in love with him! Puff haha! It's only been five days, and he's still a young man!"

He smiled and suddenly turned his face cold, looking coldly at the young man with a disastrous face, but he said to the man who was teasing the plum blossom bird, "Your charm is so great, you can make me laugh in five days. Others fall in love with you, and you deserve to be the one I like."

Yin Yang didn't give up, he stared at Cang Liu in a daze, and kept asking: "Why?"

"Xi Ming." Cang Moliu called softly.

The capable and elegant man immediately understood and lowered his head slightly: "It's all ready."

Cang Moliu stood up, and Bai Yu immediately slipped into the skirt of his clothes along the master's arm.He didn't answer Yin Yang's question, but just looked at Yan Juncheng, who seemed to be in a displeased mood, stroked the feathers of the plum bird with his fingertips, and said, "Do you want to go together?"

Yan Juncheng curled one corner of his lips viciously, looked at Yin Yang, and said meaningfully: "No, I have something important to do."

"Alright." Cang Moliu nodded noncommittally, turned and left under Yin Yang's desolate despair.

Watching the handsome and indifferent man go away, Yan Juncheng pinched Yin Yang's neck and smiled evilly and cruelly: "Then, let's have a good time together."

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In just ten days, men in Pincheng died one after another, and it became more and more serious as time went by. This happened even in Ligu City and Gaojian City, not to mention the surrounding villages and towns.

However, a group of people appeared in Gaojian City. This group of people seemed to be a group of chivalrous and courageous people. They started to investigate this matter with a high profile. Among them was a man from the Taibai Sect. There are too many men, this man named Su Yuanqing will never come out of Taibaizong.

As for why Taibaizong has such a high reputation in Jianghu, it is mainly because Shen Binwei, the patriarch of Taibaizong, is calm and upright, impartial, gentle, has a good reputation, and has friends all over the world. Go to him and judge.And Shen Binwei's apprenticeship is even more strict, focusing on morality and character.

Su Yuanqing is the closed disciple of Shen Bin Wei De.

And Cang Liuliu went to Gaojian City this time to do two things.One is to watch a play, and the other is naturally to increase the death of more people.

After all, this Gaojian City is the home of the Scarlet Lotus Sect, and there is no better place for the incident to break out in this Gaojian City.

However, as soon as the wheels of the five-riding carriage of Cangmaliu entered the walls of Gaojian City, they unexpectedly saw the person who should have been tortured into scum by Yan Juncheng.

Yin Yang.

The young man was dressed in brightly colored clothes, and the thin fabric made the young man's body look extremely attractive.Although the boy was wearing gaudy clothes, he was still cute and charming. He sat on the city wall, his two bare legs kept swinging back and forth, exuding an air of innocence.

Yin Yang looked at the very arrogant and gorgeous carriage coming slowly, grinned, jumped off, and stopped in front of the carriage with a grin, hugged his chest, tilted his head and smiled and said: "Don't think you can run away Oh, Master~"

"What about him." A deep male voice came from inside the carriage, slowly, lightly, without any emotion.

"Who is Master talking about? Why can't I understand?" Yin Yang pretended to ask with blinking eyes, but boldly jumped onto the shaft of the carriage.

Xi Ming complied with his master's wishes without any hindrance, and his hand holding the rein of the horse was very calm.

"Come in." A deep and elegant voice came from the carriage again.

Successfully smiling his eyes into crescents, the boy immediately got into the carriage, his slender thighs deliberately stepped out from under the hem of his clothes: "Master."

The young man casually pulled his skirts wider, no matter in terms of age, figure or appearance, Yin Yang did have an absolute advantage.

"Master doesn't like me?" The young man pouted his soft lips, stretched out his hand to hug the handsome man's right arm, and rested his small head on the man's shoulder.He didn't ask why he threw himself to that Yan Juncheng a few days ago, and he didn't immediately explain why he was here.

The young man's body pressed against him with heat, Cang Moliu was still looking down at the book in his hand, and Yahei's cold hair rested on the man's shoulder.

"You are from the Red Lotus Sect." Cang Moliu said, turning another page of the book in his hand.

"Master, why do you say that? I... am Master's person..." The young man slowly moved closer to the man's face, exhaling like blue, whispering, seductively, "Master's body is so cold."

As he said that, he pushed his chest with his open skirt up, wishing he could push the man's head in.

When the young man was about to go further, Cang Moliu suddenly laughed, and put down the book in his hand while saying in a laughing voice: "You look very fresh."

Yan Juncheng was dressed in bright yellow clothes, standing murderously outside the carriage, sneered again and again: "You are really lucky, I will definitely kill this kid today, get out of the way!"

However, just when Yan Juncheng was about to start a killing spree, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the city, blocking the carriage in front of the carriage aggressively as if facing each other.

"May I ask if the one on the carriage is a swordsmith?" The leader is a man in silver-gray military uniform. This man wears a black belt around his waist. Ponytail shape, very sassy.

Cang Moliu pushed the young man in his arms away, Yin Yang pursed his lips and sighed, with a look of pity, he stretched out his hand to close his skirt, he didn't mean to show this group of people.

"It's my master, what's the matter?" Xi Ming said concisely and politely.

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By the way, the next story is Shaking S, the cold and cold leader of the Demon Cult,

I still have several chapters in this story, I try to write more words in each chapter...

It’s probably because I haven’t written it for too long, and I have forgotten everything I wrote before. I am also sadly reminded that I don’t know when this book will be written, and there are still a lot of stories that have not been written.

Blame my brain for being too big. Recently, I can’t help thinking about the outline of the next book. I’m still struggling to fill in this hole. I’m afraid that I’ll open the next one. Ben still has more than ten stories to write, I'm going to kneel...

Do you feel that you are going to be drunk? I was thinking that the sixth story already has 30 words, and a story with 20 words, and more than 100 is more than [-] million...

(Plop!)

Did you hear the sound of me falling to my knees...