The Harem Rescue Project

Cannon fodder A, cannon fodder B, cannon fodder C....

After dancing in front of the demon king, the gorgeous and colorful beauties of the demon clan were dragged down and died in a daze.

Lin Qianshuang listened to those desolate screams and remained unmoved. Except for Mu Weiyin who was in the middle who lived in her eyes, the rest were equivalent to NPCs and had nothing to do with her.

She has no reason to help those insignificant passers-by, cheating once is fine, if she cheats a few more times, she will definitely be discovered.

The method of quiet soul is released along with the sound of the piano, transcending the spirits of the demon race who are wandering in the air, and the merits and virtues recorded by the way of heaven are slowly opened in front of her eyes, a total of three thick pages, all of which are her five good deeds accumulated over the years.

Every time a soul is rescued, it will be recorded in the merit book, and the page title is shining with gold, which makes her feel a sense of pride.

It's a pity that this is not her body, and these merits will be erased after her death.

Lin Qianshuang sighed a little, if she wasn't the body of a demon cultivator or an outsider, so many merits and virtues would be enough for her descendants to receive the blessings of heaven and earth and enjoy the safety of the three generations.

"After I die, transfer all the merit records I have accumulated for Ye Linglong to Mu Weiyin's."

[The host's order has been received, and the host's merits have been temporarily recorded in the target person Mu Weiyin. The Heavenly Dao will be transferred after the host's death according to the rules of heaven and earth. 】

This merit is useless to her, but it is extremely needed for the city master who will practice the ruthless sword in the future.

Lin Qianshuang felt that her hands were numb, and she was also a little numb watching the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, and gradually she was able to keep her face unchanged.

After the song was over, the inner alchemy was dug out of the unlucky snake demon, and the bloody demon alchemy was served by the guards and placed in front of the piano stage.

The attendant handed the bowl to Lin Qianshuang's lips, and said, "Girl, Master Fengyu is considerate of you, and specially sent you this demon pill to make up for you."

The pungent bloody smell overflowed into the tip of the nose, and there was still a fresh evil spirit lingering faintly.

Lin Qianshuang glanced at the serpent demon's inner alchemy, smoothed the trembling strings, and looked at Young Master Feng Yu who sat opposite and raised his chin provocatively towards her.

Interestingly, the next one to perform the dance was Mu Weiyin. Could it be that this bird demon knew the inside story a long time ago, and specially presented her with the snake demon inner alchemy in order to intimidate her.

Lin Qianshuang raised her eyebrows while pinching the Yaodan. She was disgusted that the sea of ​​Qi in her dantian was seriously exhausted. How could she not take such a good supplement.

Young Master Feng Yu watched the woman in white sitting across from her playing the piano inhale the demon pill in one gulp, and exhaled comfortably, her face immediately displeased.

This woman really didn't know what to do, she ignored his warning and threatened nothing.

As soon as the strings moved, the wind from the ten fingers swirled around the purple-clothed dancer.

The purple light in Lin Qianshuang's eyes flashed, and Qinsi faintly overflowed with a ray of magic breath and quietly hid in the vortex formed by her piano wind.

The splashed ink splashed along with the wind, and the blank scroll flying around the side was suddenly stained with layers of blurred ink.

Mu Weiyin's dark eyes turned to the person playing the zither, the ribbons on both sleeves were dyed with colorless powdery dye, when she danced, the colorless dye condensed into colorful colors, Plated with a layer of gorgeous gold powder.

The wind of the zither lingered around her limbs, gliding across her skin like silk.

Mu Weiyin closed her eyes, as if Lin Qianshuang was right in front of her.

She seemed to wrap her arms around her back when she turned around, her right hand gently stretched out from her sleeve, her cool fingertips climbed onto the back of her hand, and clasped it lightly.

The violently beating heart seemed to be calmed in an instant, she seemed to be standing still on a water-colored mirror, silently hugging her in the dark to keep warm, like a dying fire phoenix jumping into the raging fire that burns everything .

She danced face to face with her, like a phoenix and a phoenix in Nirvana's death-defying lingering tacit understanding and provoking heartstrings.

Leaning back and jumping, the wind of the piano passed by her body, as if she was lightly holding her waist, holding her and circling under the warm spring breeze, as if they were the only ones left in this world.

In the vast sea of ​​clouds, there are only two ink-colored traces left, which know each other and accompany each other.

At this moment, the spiritual consciousness of the two people merged silently.

The tips of Lin Qianshuang's ears blushed slightly, and the devilish energy controlling the wind of the piano was confused for a moment.

At such a critical moment, Mu Weiyin's thoughts are all messy things!

Xuan Luoqing, who was sitting on the first seat and pretending to be sleeping, opened her charming eyes. She deliberately didn't pursue this man's intrusion, and wanted to see what kind of tricks he would do. Who would have thought that he would dare to moles her in front of her? people.

She moved her ten fingers lightly, and a few silver strings condensed by true energy moved lightly, and that monster energy turned into a sharp blade and stabbed at Mu Weiyin.

Lin Qianshuang's eyes were fixed, and the wind of the palm pushed back, the sharp blade shattered into smoke, and clusters of stains suddenly appeared on the scroll.

She bit her lower lip, thought for a while, and changed the stain into a cluster of flowers according to her idea.

Xuan Luoqing originally wanted to make that person Xiu look ugly, but Lin Qianshuang's intentional protection of that person Xiu prevented her from making troubles many times.A trace of jealousy could not help but rise in her heart, the fox's tail raised up and slapped the ground irritably, the black lines gradually faded from half of her cheeks, revealing her demonic nature.

These small actions did not affect Mu Weiyin at all.

She seemed to be dancing a sacrificial dance, and she had already knotted a lot of formations in her hands, and when she stretched her waist, the knots fell down.

The demon emperor's actions to threaten Lin Qianshuang fell into her eyes.

Mu Weiyin has long been impatient with the existence of the demon emperor, even if the old host didn't give an order, one day, she will always try to gather the spirit of that obtrusive fox demon.

The purple-clothed dancer's slender hands are floating like a cloud sail, and the toes are dotted with ink as they leap, and the black and white buds floating leisurely and back are floating on the canvas. The blood and tears seemed to condense on the flowers and leaves, and the two complemented each other vividly.

Qinsiruo rippled, and the illusion of the mirror dissipated in an instant.

The corners of Mu Weiyin's lips raised slightly, and she opened those dreamy peach blossom eyes. Her cheeks were slightly red and sweat was dripping from her forehead, her hair fell gently on her shoulders, and the painted cuckoo The Weeping Blood Map floated behind her.

She turned around and glanced at Lin Qianshuang, then looked upright at the Demon Emperor and the people around her coldly and arrogantly, narrowing her eyes slightly unkindly to those stares with unclear meaning.

Anyone in this world who can watch her dance, except sister Qianyu, deserves to die.

Even if you don't die, you should poke your eyes blind, pull out your tongue, and be a living dead.

Her arrogance does not allow anyone to see her embarrassed appearance.

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The peony is still beautiful, but it is overwhelmed by the blood-crying cuckoo, tarnishing the country's beauty and heavenly fragrance.

The Patriarch of the Fengyu Clan and Young Master Fengyu both saw the meaning of this painting, and their faces were extremely ugly.

Xuan Luoqing was already dissatisfied with the Fengyu Clan, seeing that Lin Qianshuang had such an ingenious plan to save this man from danger and win her favor, he felt a little bit resentful, but there was still a little sweetness in his heart.

The girl in purple danced so exquisitely that everyone at the banquet applauded.

Lin Qianshuang put away the scroll, walked up to Xuan Luoqing and half-kneeled, lowered her head and offered the scroll, "This girl has completed the picture of cuckoo crying blood, what do you think, Your Highness?"

"Linglong, I like your piano sound very much. I am tired after playing for so long. Go back to my side."

Xuan Luoqing didn't take the picture scroll, but fixed his eyes on the Fengyu patriarch, and changed the subject: "Since it is the question from the Fengyu patriarch, what does the patriarch think?"

The head of the Fengyu tribe cast a sharp glance at Mu Weiyin, rather reluctantly said: "It's really not easy to draw this picture of a cuckoo weeping blood with a phoenix returning to its nest. Now that the beauty sent by the snake clan has achieved it, Then stay."

Xuan Luoqing grabbed Lin Qianshuang's wrist and turned her into her arms. She pinched her chin, her red eyes closed into her ears and whispered: "The woman below, you are right. She cares too much. Her life and death are all in your thoughts. If you want her to live, even if the old man of the Fengyu tribe insists on killing me, he will keep her. But if she flirts with you again , I will never forgive you."

"..." She was not eye-catching, if something went wrong in the dance just now, it would be a joke with Mu Weiyin's life.

Lin Qianshuang couldn't help but change the subject, raised her eyes and asked, "The patriarch Feng Yu has ulterior motives. I just probed a little, and the father and son were in a state of confusion. Your Highness is so peaceful, did you already see the clue?"

Xuan Luoqing's fingertips slid from her cheeks and wrapped around her hair, and said with a hidden knife in a smile: "I am waiting for the opportunity. I have already prepared for this grand banquet."

A dazzling blue light came from in front of him, and the cold spiritual power made everyone look sideways.

Surrounded by four or five people, the South Sea Shark Beads sent each other forward with demonic power. The pearls were crystal clear and rotated in circles with spiritual power, making them dazzing.

The two stinky birds of the Fengyu tribe finally brought the South Sea Shark Beads.

At this moment, the light is dazzling, and it is a good time to assassinate.

Just as Lin Qianshuang was thinking, a poisoned silver needle flew towards her forehead.

Just come!But why is it directed at her?

Lin Qianshuang thought in bewilderment, before the sword in her hand came out, she was pulled to her side.

Xuan Luoqing protected Lin Qianshuang, her palms formed a formation to resist the surprise attack of the silver needle, she turned her hand over, and the silver needle lost its mana and fell to the ground.