The official match of this seat is not you

The sword that was about to pierce Leng Yu's chest was knocked down by someone, although Leng Yu's expression was not obvious but he didn't know who it was.People in Tianxiameng are indifferent to the bottom of their hearts, otherwise Mo Di would not want to attack Leng Yu or even Leng Tianqi.The ambition and arrogance here are infinitely magnified, ugly like a mirror reflecting one's own heart.

While Mo Di was in a daze for a moment, Leng Yu's body covered in cold sweat naturally fought back, and the sword in his hand directly cut Mo Di's arm.At the same time, a dart shot towards Mo Di also pierced into Mo Di's waist.

Mo Di took a look at Leng Yu's unstable appearance. Even if this man's demeanor was still calm, he should be strong. He obviously had a chance to kill him, but he had to give up this opportunity regrettably.

With Mo Di's departure, Leng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but the facts showed that he relaxed too soon.

When the sound of the whip that shattered the air reached Leng Yu's ears, he had no time to react, and could only suffer from the fierce whip that did indeed draw out a red mark.

Leng Yu coughed a few times, bright red blood slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth, he raised his head, it was not anyone he imagined.It was in vain that he still hoped that it was Wu Yan who saved him, but the reality made him think that he was just dreaming.

"Wu Yan is the leader of the Demon Cult?" It was originally a clear female voice, but it was filled with anger.If the red dress was worn by other women, it would be a cliché, but this girl wore it as bright as a flame. She was a woman, and even more so, a pretty enough beauty.But now the flames in the girl's eyes can burn the entire peach blossom forest clean.

Leng Yu stretched out his hand, and the bright red blood on his white hand became shocking. He looked at his sister's angry look, and mocked with a smile, "Yeah, you couldn't see it clearly when you were hiding in the corner, why are you at this time?" There's nothing to believe in."

The nine-section whip in Leng Youqing's hand fell to the ground, she didn't know whether it was anger or sadness, but she was a little lost.

That day she clearly thought that Wu Yan was just a servant, and he stood up to protect her, even if he was seriously injured, he tried his best to protect her, but all this was fake?

Not even caring about the whip that fell on the ground, Leng Youqing turned around, and two lines of tears slid down.

Leng Yu looked at his sister in name as if she lost her soul in an instant, the flame-like color on her body dimmed a lot, she just closed her eyes and lay down on her body.Surrounded by broken petals, he thought he could catch them, but he kept the person farther and farther away from him.The ridiculous thing is that both he and Leng Youqing have feelings for Wu Yan. Is this God's punishment for Leng Tianqi's son and daughter.

Leng Yu can't let go of Wu Yan anymore, now Wu Yan has become the only warmth in his world, no matter how difficult he has to do, even if he wants to push his father from the altar, he will not let go. This has gradually faded away the warmth.

Since Wu Yan is the leader of the Demon Cult, he can only get in touch with that person again if he stands taller than Wu Yan.

"Sword 89! What are you still doing in a daze, go and wipe the sword!" The young man dressed like a servant pushed up another sleeping young man, looked at his unopened eyes, and wished he could wipe the sword in his hand. Sweeping and slapping him across the face.

I can't blame him, anyone who meets a lazy partner will have the urge to hang on to the southeast branch, but look at the cute face of this guy when he gets up, and look at this guy who has nightmares at night. It looked like one night, and I really felt that I was carrying a huge sense of guilt for calling him up. "Get up quickly! The chief manager is here to check the post, and your land hasn't been cleaned yet!" Even if you feel guilty, if you don't call him at this time, you will definitely let the two of you die together.Jian 88 could only drag Jian 89 by the ear and scream.

Wu Yan was woken up by a sound comparable to a rooster crowing. He didn't sleep all night last night. He searched the sword pond all over, and wiped all the swords, big and small, but found nothing. ", Wu Yan looked out of the window where it was not yet dawn, and felt that he regretted going to grandma's house.Who said that the leader of the Demon Cult is arrogant and arrogant and sits firmly on the rich and handsome throne? Why is it so difficult for him to get a sword? Didn't he say that the sword is hidden in this Fengmo Village? Damn, it's a lie!

Wu Yan wiped his saliva, and tragically found that he was not the right leader of the Demon Cult, and instead of doing such a great thing as invading the martial arts, he actually went back to his old job and gave it to others.

Fengmozhuang sounds very elegant, but this place is definitely a sword pond. Yes, the whole Zhuangzi is filled with all kinds of swords. Go out and be scrambled for the sword by martial arts masters outside.

Wu Yan was still half-asleep and half-awake when he went to see the big manager.

"Sword 89! You didn't finish polishing a thousand swords yesterday, and I'll punish you to sweep the Suojian Cliff." Wu Yan was still out of his mind when he was awakened by the sound. The tone had already spoken of its own punishment.

Jian 88, who was standing on the side, was already pale. Although he wanted to help Jian 89 to defend himself, he was about to take a step forward, but seeing the face of the chief manager, he withdrew it, bowed his head and dared not make a sound.

Wu Yan looked at the cringe-faced person, although he understood Jian 88's heart that people would always step aside when faced with such a thing, and even get rid of their own troubles, but the truth is, Wu Yan still endured it. Don't let yourself show any expression that you shouldn't have.Sure enough, people are selfish.

"This punishment is a bit heavy"

A middle-aged man, probably not even 50 years old, but he is already the owner of the entire Fengmo Villa.The black rain hitting the bamboo leaves scene just like this became lifelike as the man walked, and the picture on the hem of the clothes was the same as the man, saying that he was a swordsman and more like a scholar.At first glance, the rain-beating bamboo leaves are embroidery, but after a closer look, it is found that they are directly outlined with pen and ink.

Wu Yan watched this man say this, and secretly wondered why the Zhuang Zhuzhuqian came here. After all, the backyard is dirty and messy, and the owner of a village is not likely to come here.

As the master, Liu Qian naturally had to sit on the main seat, and he didn't have a trace of the sharpness of a swordsman when he walked, but as the fragrance of ink floated over, Wu Yan's eyes gradually deepened, everywhere was the seal of the sword Why can't Mo Zhuang even afford a sword for the owner.

Wu Yan looked at the folding fan on Zhuang mainstream Qian's waist, but felt very strange, but listened to Liuqian and continued: "The villa will have guests coming soon, so make preparations." Even so, Wu Yan was still a little strange What exactly is there on Suojianya, what is Suojian, and what kind of sword is locked, makes Wu Yan a little strange.

"Father, what do you want to tell these servants? Auntie has been waiting for a long time." As expected of the beauty of the sky, Wu Yan found that although he had encountered many unsatisfactory things when he came here, at least this world is full of flowers. Wu Yan was stunned Looking at the young girl who just appeared, although this girl is very beautiful, she has no intention of picking this flower.

"That guy! What are you looking at, take advantage of this girl if you have nothing to do, watch out for your eyes" Wu Yan felt that it was a pity.Even though there are so many female devil heads in the Demon Cult, he still likes girls who are as gentle as water.

"Then Jian 89, you go and serve the second lady." The chief executive who was standing next to Master Liu decided Wu Yan's way.

"Don't go, you dare to covet this lady, what if you don't give him some punishment!" A sword was directly aimed at Wu Yan, Wu Yan clenched his hands tightly, secretly thinking that he must not expose the fact that he knows martial arts like this.

Resisting it, the sword pierced Wu Yan directly with a sharp momentum.Wu Yan closed his eyes, even though he was flustered, he must maintain his demeanor.

The sword landed on Wu Yan's chest, but it didn't go through. The young lady snorted coldly: "It's a hard stubble, get out!".

Wu Yan heaved a sigh of relief and stepped back.It's really not easy to be an undercover agent. Wu Yan felt that he would be tortured to death by that rice cake sooner or later. If it hadn't said that there was a dark sword hidden here, he wouldn't have ran over to torture himself foolishly.

It's just that Wu Yan was a little puzzled. Before he came, he had read the inside and outside information of this Mo Mountain Villa. He had never heard of which mountain this second lady was from.Isn't that "goddess" who always gouges her eyes the eldest lady? When will there be a second lady in this Mo village?Are you playing with him?

Wu Yan brought tea to the place belonging to the second miss of Feng Mozhuang. It was obviously a room of a big lady, but when he came, he was told to come in and serve her.Wu Yan blushed, he was still a little virgin, he would be ashamed if he didn't like this.

A small bamboo building hiding in a secluded place, if you don’t look carefully, you will ignore this small house at all. Standing in front of this small house covered by trees, listening to the faint sound of the piano inside, you can only feel What I want to meet must be a girl who looks like a fairy, but I don't see that the eldest lady of Fengmo Mountain Villa is as beautiful as a flaming red lotus even though she always gouges people's eyes or stabs some servants a few times.

Wu Yan knocked on the door twice, and then heard the qin music stop, and the vibrating sound of the strings still reached Wu Yan's ears through the half-covered door.

"Come in" was not a loud voice that reached Wu Yan's ears. If the bamboo leaves could sing in a low voice, it would probably be such a sound. He must have urged him to seize the opportunity and hurry up.

Opening the door, what Wu Yan saw was a girl whose face was half covered by a veil. Although she couldn't see her full face, Wu Yan was sure that this girl would not be ugly, even if it was her ethereal aura. It's enough to make people tempted.

Light like a bowl of tea, clear and charming.Wu Yan couldn't tell what was on his mind right now, maybe he was just admiring this girl, but he didn't have any intention of being obscene, obviously he came to this world to get rid of being single, obviously he also felt that such a woman is not beautiful It should also be suitable for him, but I don't know when, but his heart for getting married has faded, and some are only responsible for the Demon Cult.

Wu Yan put the tea on the table, and saw the woman turn around, plucking the strings with her bare hands.

Obviously Wu Yan didn't know the piano, and he only listened to popular songs in the past, but when he heard the tune that flowed by his ears, he always felt that his chest was stuffy, and he couldn't breathe.

He's not a literary young man, Wu Yan laughed at himself, he's just passing by, now he's just taking on the title of the leader of the Devil's Cult, and he wants to revitalize the Devil's Cult, and support the people of the Devil's Cult, what's there to worry about? Worrying about mulberry is useless, just throw it away if you can.

Looking at the late-night sky, Wu Yan had a hunch that Mingjian and Fengjianya should be inextricably linked.Go to that place tonight and have a good look at it.