villain love rule

In the village, sparks floated in the air, the smell of blood rushed into the nostrils, and there were crying and screaming everywhere, like falling into Abi Hell.

"Help me..." The always skinny hand came out from the ground and grabbed Yaoming's ankle.

Yaoming raised his foot and kicked away his withered hands, and when Qingzi was about to move forward, he heard Fan Jingqi's shrill scream.

He looked back and saw that Fan Jingqi was hanging from a tree with her hands tied, and a thick black mist was floating beside him.

Fan Jingqi's eyes were bloodshot, her lips parted slightly, and she murmured, "Yaoming."

Yaoming stood where he was and did not step forward.

Many hands emerged from the black mist and tore Fan Jingqi's body. Fan Jingqi cried out in pain, and the whole village was filled with his voice of despair and pain.

"Why!" Fan Jingqi shouted, "Why didn't you come and save me sooner!"

Yaoming took a deep breath, his chest heaved violently, and the hand holding the knife couldn't help shaking.

Fan Jingqi burst into tears, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "Why, every time, you don't come."

Yaoming was sweating coldly, he turned around with his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes, he still met Fan Jingqi's eyes full of resentment.

It's a demon.Is the Gu Eagle not dead?

The voice of "Fan Jingqi" echoed in his ears, and countless hands were squeezing his flesh.

Yaoming kept telling himself that everything in front of him was a demon in his heart and did not exist.

"Yaoming." Fan Jingqi called his name.

Yaoming said angrily: "Enough!"

Fan Jingqi kept repeating the phrase "you won't come every time", Yaoming raised his hand, and the red demonic energy knocked over the dilapidated gate of the house.

The blood tide faded, and the body of "Fan Jingqi" atomized.

Yaoming searched for the place where the Buddha's light was emitted according to his previous memory. The structure of the one-story house is different from that of the other two floors, and it should be lived by people with status.Yaoming raised his foot and kicked open the door.

The dilapidated house was lifeless, with simple and neat interior furnishings, and a huge embroidery was hung directly opposite the hall.

When Yaoming saw the embroidery pattern, he turned to leave without thinking, but the door suddenly closed at this moment, locking him in the room.

The circular totem on the embroidery suddenly rotated, revealing a dark red ominous aura.

The furniture fell backwards, like a strange and enchanting flower emerging from the center.A teenager with his hands blown off was lying on the ground, looking at Yaoming expressionlessly.

The old woman walked out of the inner room with one hand behind her back, holding a staff made of bones in the other hand, and a piece of ancient jade hanging on her chest.

Yaoming looked at her silently, his eyes moved down to the jade.

The old woman withdrew her hand and threw the backpack to Yaoming's feet.

Yaoming's eyes instantly became extremely cold, and he was about to pinch the old woman's neck in the next second. He picked up the backpack and said solemnly, "Where is he?"

The old woman poked the staff on the ground, and the surrounding area instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the young man lying on the ground was completely swallowed by the flames.

"He, is, where, where." Yaoming said word by word, his patience was almost exhausted.

The old woman opened her mouth without a single tooth: "You'll see him soon."

After finishing speaking, Yaoming raised the Flame Knife and rushed towards the old woman.

bang——

Fan Jingqi seemed to hear a loud noise from behind. He looked back, but found nothing. He could only blame himself for being overly frightened and paranoid.

Fan Jingqi restrained her mind and continued to walk forward, only to hear the sound of arguing in the air.

He was startled, and tiptoed to return, but turned around, just in time to bump into the villagers who came.

It was too late to run away, and the villagers who found him immediately shouted in the local dialect: "Who are you!"

When the people in front heard someone shouting, they stopped talking and walked back.The villagers held machetes and wooden sticks in their hands, their faces were black and blue, and they looked majestic, obviously not a good stubble.

Fan Jingqi screamed that it was not good, so she could only run towards a place where no one was there.The people behind didn't say anything, they just started to chase after them. With the tremor of the ground, Fan Jingqi could feel how many people were chasing after her.

The people in this village got together for a meeting for some unknown reason, but he came to the meeting place by mistake.

Fan Jingqi's throat hurt from running, he didn't know which way he got into, he just kept running.

"what!"

Suddenly a young man rushed out from the narrow alley and waved anxiously at Fan Jingqi.

Without even thinking about it, Fan Jingqi ran towards the boy.

The boy dragged Fan Jingqi to hide behind a half-high haystack, while he picked up a shovel and pretended to be stacking haystacks.

The people who were chasing Fan Jingqi saw the boy and exchanged winks. The person running at the end of the line turned a corner, walked to the side of the haystack, and called out to the boy.

Fan Jingqi covered her mouth and didn't dare to make a sound. At this moment, he realized that his throat was burning, but he didn't dare to cough. His ears were listening to the conversation between the two people.

The two spoke in dialect, and Fan Jingqi could only distinguish the meaning from the tone of both parties.

The man kept yelling, but the boy seemed to be clueless.

The man shouted and pushed the boy away. Hearing the approaching footsteps, Fan Jingqi's heart rose to his throat. He clenched his fists tightly. If he was found out, he would have to fight hard.

One step, two steps.

Fan Jingqi's cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his knuckles turned white.Just as he was about to swing his sickle, a cry came from a distance.

The man stood still, glanced at the boy meaningfully, turned and ran away.

"Huh..." Fan Jingqi let out a heavy breath, and sat slumped on the ground.

Holding the shovel, the boy stood there and looked at Fan Jingqi.

Fan Jingqi wiped off her sweat and smiled gently at him, "Thank you."

The boy shook his head, expressing that you are welcome.

Fan Jingqi had enough rest, stood up and patted the dust off her body: "Can you tell me where this is?"

The young man looked at him, tilted his head, said a few words in dialect, and looked worriedly at the sickle in his hand.

Fan Jingqi: "..."

Fan Jingqi turned the blade in her direction, scratched her head in embarrassment, and said, "Sorry, it's for self-defense, don't be afraid. Can you speak Mandarin, I don't understand it."

The boy shook his head again, chattering a lot.

Fan Jingqi heard that there were a few syllables, and he seemed to be trying to get it right, but Fan Jingqi's hearing was limited, so he couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence after guessing for a long time.

Fan Jingqi said helplessly: "Okay, thank you." He wanted to give the boy some quick chocolates, but then remembered that his bag was forgotten in that room.

He had no choice but to raise his head, smiled faintly, and when he turned to leave, the boy grabbed his clothes.

Fan Jingqi looked at him puzzled, the boy said a few words, pointed outside, and shook his head.

Fan Jingqi said: "You mean, you will still meet bad people when you go outside?"

The boy looked at him happily and nodded.

Fan Jingqi wanted to reach out to touch his head, thinking that ethnic minorities should be taboo, so she patted the boy on the shoulder halfway: "Don't worry, I will find a way to get out."

The boy put down the shovel, pointed to the back, and beckoned.

Fan Jingqi looked at him hesitantly, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

The boy turned around and found that he hadn't caught up with him, so he called softly, "Come on."

Fan Jingqi persuaded: "Don't help me, it will hurt you."

The boy looked at him heartily and said, "Come on!"

Fan Jingqi had no choice but to follow behind the young man. If she was really in danger, she also had Ding Haizhu on her body, which could protect him and the young man.

The young man was in front, and Fan Jingqi was behind. The two leaned over to avoid the villagers' search. The young man led Fan Jingqi into a room from the backyard.

Fan Jingqi hurriedly said: "I just want to leave, don't cause trouble for you."

The boy closed the door and blocked the door, looking at Fan Jingqi expressionlessly.The villagers who had just chased him came out of the inner room.

"You!" Fan Jingqi realized that she had been cheated by the teenager, and she was so angry and sad that she couldn't speak because of her chest tightness.

The boy's eyes were empty, and he suddenly collapsed on the ground, his hands rolling on the ground, and his appearance turned into that of the boy who was just beside the old woman.

Fan Jingqi jumped up in fright, and rushed out of the door.

The villagers picked up wooden sticks and slammed Fan Jingqi on the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.

Two people stepped forward to lift Fan Jingqi's body, and one person led the way outside.

The flames are monstrous, and the flames are wanton.

Yaoming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, the devilish energy on his body was not as good as that of the ancient jade on the old woman's chest, and was suppressed everywhere by the opponent, even Qiongqi couldn't summon it.

The old woman floated in mid-air, her muddy pupils trembled slightly, she grinned, and the wrinkles on her face squeezed together: "Here we come."

After finishing speaking, the ancient jade on her chest emitted a strange black air, and there was a roar in the wind.

Just when Yaoming was about to take the opportunity to make a move, he suddenly felt like a mountain was pressing on his back, directly bending his knees.Yaoming held the Flame Knife with both hands, knelt down on one knee, and stared at the old woman resentfully.

The ancient jade flew into the sun, and the string that hung it was constantly fluttering.

Behind Yaoming suddenly came the sound of orderly and powerful footsteps.The old woman touched the ground with her feet, walked slowly to Yaoming's side, and said, "Don't you want to see him?"

Yaoming's eyes widened, trying to break through the limitations of his body.

The old woman lightly tapped Yaoming's shoulder with her stick, and turned around with him, looking at the villagers together.

"Jing Qi!"

Yaoming watched Fan Jingqi being locked in the prison van and pushed her over.

The old woman whispered: "He is having a nightmare about you."

Yaoming vomited a mouthful of blood, but still couldn't move.

The old woman looked at Yaoming indifferently, and said, "Fifth prince, why are you so stubborn."

The prison cart was pushed to the front, and the villagers stood there with no expression on their faces, like puppets being manipulated.

Yaoming gritted his teeth and said, "Gu Diao, you actually cultivated into a human form."

The old woman smiled slightly, her voice was hoarse and dry, and her eardrums hurt from scratching.

Fan Jingqi fell into a deep sleep, her brows were furrowed, her body shivered slightly.

Yaoming said: "Are you going to start a war with the Buddhist world?"

"Buddhas and demons have different paths..." Gu Diao said, "If you hadn't been obsessed with your obsession at the beginning, my demon would not have been defeated in the Buddha's realm."

The door of the prison car opened, and Gu Yu spun at a high speed to release the black energy again. The black energy rushed towards Fan Jingqi, wrapped him up and threw him on the ground.

Yaoming said coldly, "You'd better hurry up."

Gu Diao drove the staff again, awakened Fan Jingqi, and said: "The order I received is not this."