Fast travel, death collection system

However, before Li Wufeng got the letter from Fei Ge, Ying Gongfeng got the key to the man's heart-gouging incident. Ying Gongfeng has been competing with Li Wufeng for nearly 200 years, and the head of each generation. This is all true, even if there is no upright confrontation with swords on the bright side of the rivers and lakes, it is something that everyone has tacitly understood.

Now that Ying Gongfeng got the handle from a mysterious woman, he naturally wants to suppress it impatiently.

As for who did it, Cang Liuliu doesn't care, and he is also not interested in the gathering of heroes in the Jianghu that is being held at Yinggong Peak. What attracts him more is the one who has just become known to the public. 'Saint'.

This woman is dressed in a soft snow-white dress, with beautiful features, although she is not glamorous, but she has a holy and indifferent look that is light and dusty.She held a faintly shining epiphyllum, with a slight smile on her face, just looking at it, the kind of tenderness made people let go of their guard and guard.

This white-clothed woman always gives alms to others, and can even judge a person's past and future in a few words. Her words are like gold and shocking. After verification, people will always marvel at the truth of what this woman said.

In addition to these, she also provides free consultations for others, and she can easily solve any intractable diseases or life-threatening diseases without any effort.Besides, she always carries the same epiphyllum, the kind of flower that can only bloom for a moment, but it blooms for a long time in the hands of this woman, which is simply a miracle in the eyes of ordinary people.

And this woman has only appeared in Gaojian City for more than ten days, and she has become a 'saint' revered and revered by the people in the city.

"That woman..." Yan Juncheng folded his arms in front of his chest, and the clothes in Zhu Jin's red clothes were blowing in the cold winter wind, and the fine locks on his waist collided. On the body of a white-clothed woman with an epiphyllum, said, "An epiphyllum that never fades?"

He tapped his arm like water with his fingertips: "It really makes people curious..."

"Do you like this thing?" Cang Moliu looked down at him, his eyes were soft like a deep pool covered by the early sun, and said with a little indulgence, "If you like it, you can have as many of these things as you want."

"Huh!?" Yan Juncheng stared back, disillusioned in astonishment, his girlish pink lips opened and closed, "You put that thing in the Red Lotus Sect? You and the Red Lotus Sect..."

As he spoke, his slender and angular eyebrows sank, and there was some cruelty in his dark eyes: "You are hiding it from me again." His beautiful face is even more fascinating because of the gloomy expression.

"What are you thinking about? The leader of the Red Lotus Sect salvaged this thing from the lake himself. It has nothing to do with me." Cang Moliu calmly began to comfort him, reaching out his hand to stop the waist of the person who was exuding a gloomy, turbulent and hostile air. The fingers climbed up the arm, entangled with the fingers on the arm of the poison master, "What are you thinking, huh?"

Xiaguang Jiyue's Poison Master cracked a chilling smile. He looked down at the pale, slender and cold hand intertwined with his fingers, and his soft voice was filled with the desire to kill: "I am here Thinking about what the Red Lotus Cult is going to do with such a great deal of effort to get a saint, although I can't figure it out, it must be an extremely important thing. I really want to see their "God Flower" being taken away, "Saint ’ What would it be like to die miserably in front of everyone.”

"If that's the case, then it must be very difficult to clean up." Cang Moliu played with Yan Juncheng's hand, his eyes were calm and soft, such tenderness made his handsome face very attractive, his facial features were a little strange Compared with ordinary people, the bridge of the nose is straight and the face is elegant.If there is any shortcoming, then it is that his pale skin makes him look a little cold and lifeless, but his scarlet lips are as strange as sucking blood.

Yan Juncheng was born noble, and he has seen countless beauties in the past 23 years of his life, and he himself also has a beautiful face.But he has never seen a person like Cang Mianliu before, not to mention his handsome and deep face, even the unpredictable gentleness and indifference in his body are already attractive. Can't stop.

He looked at Cang Moliu, feeling a little lost for a while.Arrhythmia, he himself seemed to hear his heart beating 'plop, plop', and turned his eyes away: "What kind of saint is that, I don't like it very much." He wanted to kill that woman.

"Then I'll kill her for you, okay?" Cang Moliu had already figured out this person's temperament, knowing that he was awkward again.He Cangliu is not a kind and kind man, if he can win the smile of his lover, so what if he dies a woman?Besides, the source of his strength is death.

When Yan Juncheng heard this, he narrowed his eyes and examined him.The soft light in the man's eyes was like deep sea magma, flowing out from the deepest part.

"No need, I don't want to be entangled with the Red Lotus Sect. Trouble." Yan Juncheng snorted, his dark nails were neatly trimmed, and he used his fingers to brush away the long hair that covered his left eye.

But at this moment, a white pigeon fluttered its wings, grabbed the window lattice with its red claws, and let out a cooing sound.

Yan Juncheng saw a spot of black on the left wing of the white pigeon, walked over to grab the carrier pigeon, and pulled out the small paper tube from the carrier pigeon's leg: "How could she think of looking for me..."

After unfolding the letter paper, Yan Juncheng's beautiful face was slightly wrinkled, anger burst out in his eyes, he lifted his hem, stepped on the window lattice with his right foot, turned back and said to Cang Liu: "There is something urgent, I will come to you in two months at the latest!"

Cang Moliu inserted his cold hands into the sleeves of Jiuzhongshen's robe, his scarlet lips lined Cang's snow-colored skin with a gentle smile: "Go."

Yan Juncheng quickly disappeared before Cang Moliu's eyes.

Cang Liu's eyes are drooping, his breathing is so shallow that he hardly has any, the creases on his thin eyelids are beautiful, his long black hair is not tied into a braid, but just casually scattered, falling from his shoulders and behind like running water, every strand of hair Soft luster.His hair was very black, making his pale body look like the floating white in the dark night, like an ink-colored ink painting.

With his hands inserted in the layered wide sleeves, he is tall and has broad shoulders. Whether it is height or momentum, he gives people a sense of suffocation.

The cold winter wind was strong and biting, Xi Ming put on a black fur robe and cloak for his master from behind, his movements were restrained and careful.

In the two months since Yan Juncheng went here, there has been no progress in the matter of the man's heart-poaching as time goes by.However, the Red Lotus Sect has been subtly ingrained in the hearts of the people in the past two months. The saint holds the divine flower in her hand, and Fu Rui is everywhere she goes. When the living Bodhisattva was enshrined, it was almost more exaggerated than the emperor's tour every time, and the streets were full of people kneeling and kowtowing in praise.

It is self-evident that Yulang's method has turned into the current scene.The higher the prestige of the Red Lotus Sect, the more famous they will be for what they will do in the future.

Cang Minliu just released a Sangmen sword and an epiphyllum, and then did nothing but watched a lot of dramas.

Since the Sangmen Sword flowed into the rivers and lakes, how many people were controlled by it and killed crazily.The Red Lotus Sect benefited from this, and wanted to directly use the Sangmen Sword to disrupt integrity.Although it didn't have too obvious effect, but after the Sangmen Sword was thrown into Zhengzheng again from Chilian Sect, whenever it was about to be controlled by Zhengzheng, there were always some coincidental things that disturbed it.

Cang Mianliu is happy to see the success, but in the past two months, Ying Gongfeng got the evidence from the mysterious woman that the head of Li Wufeng stole the man's heart. Li Wufeng reached an agreement and became silent.At the same time, the death of men in each city was more rapid.

If you want to kill tens of thousands of people in two months...

Cang Mianliu received a letter from the head of Li Wufeng, although the wording in it was still polite, but he could feel the excitement in it, and the handwriting was a little trembling and forceful.

Cang Moliu raised his long eyebrows, looked at the ink characters on it, and laughed lowly: "Heh, it looks really urgent."

As he spoke, he let go of the letter, and when the letter left his cold fingertips, it suddenly started from a corner of the letter and changed into nothingness.

Xi Ming unrolled a fur robe that was draped over his shoulders, with thick black fox fur at the hem, and tied his long hair with a jade hairpin.

"When does the master want to leave?" Xi Ming stepped back respectfully and asked in a low voice.

"Since they are so eager, let's leave today." He rested his right elbow on the armrest of the wooden chair, gracefully and calmly.

It's just that not long after he finished speaking, a young man who looked like a spring peach appeared.

In the past two months, Yin Yang has been running here a lot. He wants to hook this man in his dreams. Just think about the feeling of going to the cloud and rain with him, even if you don't really feel it, but that kind of psychological satisfaction The ecstasy almost made Yin Yang groan.

"Master, where are you going?" Yin Yang's eyes were smiling like two crescent moons, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his skin was tender and soft. Every time he said a word, he would exhale a mouthful of winter mist.

"Why are you here again?" Cang Moliu's voice was low, even though it was words of disgust, his tone was flat.

Yin Yang didn't care at all that he didn't put himself in the eyes, but his spine was numb when he heard the deep male voice, and his cheeks were slightly flushed with excitement: "I like Master so much, of course I have to follow Master all the time!"

Yin Yang had managed to get that poison Yan Juncheng away from him, so naturally he would follow closely, maybe he could get away with it...

The more Yin Yang thought about it, the more he became angry, and his tearful eyes kept looking down at Cang Mo's crotch, and he licked the corner of his lower lip.

Cang Moliu directly bent down and got into the carriage.