I have a routine, male god

Facing this sudden confession, Su Xi was very moved and refused. After she bid farewell to Li Wuyi, she was plotted against by someone before she even arrived at Hidden Sword Villa. gone.

In front of me is a room full of exotic styles, the ceiling is covered with golden patterns, there are cosmos in the vase on the table, and the air is filled with a strong smell of spices.

Su Xi walked in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and saw himself in the mirror, dressed in red like fire, his beautiful face covered by a veil, and many gorgeous and precious gemstones piled up on his body, as if he was a girl from an ancient country in the Western Regions.

The door was pushed open, and a man with a sinister and indistinguishable appearance came in, followed by two red-clothed maids.

The man walked slowly and said to Su Xi: "My name is Assassin, and I am the leader of the Red Clothes Sect. From now on, you will be the seventh Red Clothes Saintess, Lian Bing."

After finishing speaking, Assassin left, leaving only the two maids in red to monitor Su Xi, and asked her to copy scriptures and recite teachings every day.

Su Xi pretended to be very well-behaved, and prayed to the great God Aliman of the Red Clothes religion every day, but in fact she secretly thought about the way to escape. She knew that her daily diet must have been drugged, and it was likely to block internal power and Helpful for brainwashing.

However, there is no ghostly use, Su Xi's internal energy is meager, this thing is almost as good as it is, and as for brainwashing, it is impossible to be useful to players, otherwise the boss of the deamer company will go to jail.

Su Xi was very devout, and the two maids gradually relaxed their vigilance towards her, deeply believing that she had already prostrated herself at the feet of the Great God Ahriman. Unfortunately, the nearby guards were very strict, and it was almost impossible to escape.

In desperation, Su Xi had no choice but to take the initiative to gain Assassin's trust and help him with some chores.

On the other hand, the rampant behavior of the Red Clothes Sect has attracted the attention of the court, and all major sects have decided to send their disciples to destroy the Red Clothes Sect and eliminate harm for the people.

In the dark night, in the silent woods, a group of masked disciples of the Tang Sect lurk in it like ghosts in the dark night. The man at the head has cold eyes, his dark eyes are like cold jade, and his eyes are as cold as the moon. Next to Shura, none of the Tang Sect disciples present could block his murderous aura.

The man's jade pendant was engraved with the word Zhi, which turned out to be Tang Huaizhi, one of the four elders of the Tang Sect, the master of Min Tang.

A moment later, the patrol team of the Red Clothes Sect came, Tang Huaizhi raised a finger, and all the disciples of the Tang Sect immediately picked up the thousand receivers.

With a bang, thousands of arrows were fired, and the patrol team was almost wiped out, leaving only one person. That person wanted to scream subconsciously. The moment he opened his mouth, Tang Huaizhi threw a dagger out, and cut off the knife without any mistakes. his tongue.

Tang Huaizhi tipped his toes and jumped down from the treetops like a bird. He stepped on the man's head and said coldly, "Lead the way, or die."

The red-clothed believer's mouth was covered with blood, his head was dripping with cold sweat, and his liver and gallbladder were almost torn apart.

Under the leadership of this believer, Tang Huaizhi and Tang Sect disciples sneaked into the Red Clothes Sect quietly. Tang Huaizhi looked at a small building in front of him and asked, "Is the Red Clothes Sect Master inside?"

The red-clothed cultist nodded desperately. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he fell down.

Tang Huaizhi withdrew the bloody knife and led the disciples of Tangmen towards Assassin's residence.

At the same time, the disciples of Tiance, Chunyang, Qixiu, Cangjian... all the sects had already arrived at the stronghold of the Red Clothes Sect, and there were shouts of killing everywhere, and the whole Red Clothes Sect was in chaos.

Seeing that the timing was good, Su Xi hurriedly took advantage of the chaos and fled, only to meet another saint in red, Tanxue, on the way.

Tanxue has always been jealous of Su Xi's beauty, but with Assassin around, she didn't dare to do anything wrong. This time they met on a narrow road, she would never let Su Xi go no matter what.

Tanxue slapped Su Xi with her palm, and Su Xi subconsciously stretched out her hand to block her face. At this moment, the mechanism of the rabbit bracelet on her hand was triggered and a poisonous needle was shot out.

Tanxue knew that Su Xi's martial arts were low and she had no power to resist, so she didn't even guard against her, so she was shot in one shot, and the severe poison exploded quickly, taking her life in an instant.

And Su Xi was also blown away by the palm wind, and hit the tree with a bang, spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Not long after, another wave of people from the rivers and lakes chased the stubborn red-clothed believers and passed here, and the corpses were all over the ground, which was a miserable scene.

In the Temple of Prayer, Tang Huaizhi was in a bloody battle with Assassin. He made a move to kill him, and the momentum of his attack was like thunder, forcing Assassin to retreat steadily. Suddenly, he seemed to see something. Xin hit his palm and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The heads of each faction were about to bring people to the Temple of Prayer, and Assassin was in a hurry to escape, and he didn't have time to entangle Tang Huaizhi any more, so he ran away after getting rid of him.

On the murals of the Temple of Prayer, seven saints hold flowers and worship the gods. One of them has eyebrows like distant blacks and eyes like autumn water. It is the person Tang Huaizhi has hated for many years.

Tang Huaizhi stared at the mural, the hatred in his eyes was like venom, he pierced five holes in the heart of Su Xi's portrait with a bang, and laughed, "I've been looking for you for so many years, I never thought You are here!"

There was madness in Tang Huaizhi's laughter, and he uttered every word with extreme force, as if he was chewing someone's bones. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, went outside, grabbed a disciple in red, and dragged her into the Pantheon, then slammed her head against the wall, pointed to Su Xi's portrait and asked, "Say! Where is she?"

The disciple in red was knocked until his head was bleeding, his face was covered with blood, and he said tremblingly: "When I came here, I seemed to see the saint going east."

Tang Huaizhi broke the neck of the disciple in red, and then searched to the east. Countless images flashed through his mind, of inserting needles into Su Xi's various acupoints, or pouring poison on her, watching her struggle in pain, and putting his these I have tasted all the hardships I have suffered in the past year.

Tang Huaizhi's footsteps were full of eagerness, but when he saw Su Xi'an lying quietly among a pile of corpses with blood on the corner of his mouth, his heartbeat suddenly stopped and he fell to the ground.

Martial arts practitioners have a solid footwork, and no one who has practiced martial arts for more than ten years will not fall easily, let alone a martial arts master like Tang Huaizhi. That is simply a fantasy, but today this fantasy happened.

Tang Huaizhi looked at Su Xi who was lying on the ground in disbelief, as if he had lost his soul, and pain surged from his heart, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible...impossible...this is impossible... "

After reading for a while, Tang Huaizhi staggered to Su Xi's side, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up from the ground, shaking her desperately, and shouted like crazy: "No! You can't die! How could you just Died like this?! I haven’t tortured you yet! I haven’t made your life worse than death! Come back to life! Come back to life!”

Tang Huaizhi was hoarse, as if he hated the person in front of him, but he shouted and shouted, tears fell from his eyes, and he smiled with joy and sorrow, as if the end of the road.

Tang Huaizhi hugged Su Xi tightly, leaned his head on the side of her face, closed his eyes, and wept uncontrollably. The disciples of the Tang Sect who rushed over were shocked when they saw this scene. No one believed that the man in front of them was actually the man they killed decisively. Lord.

Suddenly, a disciple shouted: "Master! You are not dead yet!"

Tang Huaizhi was still crying, as if he couldn't hear anything, until all the disciples shouted one after another that he was still alive, and he woke up like a dream, and said in a daze, "What?"

Everyone shouted again: "People are not dead yet!"

Tang Huaizhi immediately stretched out his hand to feel Su Xi's pulse, and sure enough, he found that she was still alive. He immediately burst out laughing and said ecstatically, "You're still alive! You're still alive!"

With a puff, Tang Huaizhi, who had already suffered internal injuries, spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

The deepest hatred is Qing, and the deepest love is also Qing. There is only one Su Xi in this world who can make Tang Huaizhi, who is known as the world's three wise men, lose an inch of his heart and make him feel sad and happy.