In this way, how could she do the bad thing of marriage.

Yuebai looked at her ignorantly, and pinched her face a little helplessly: "Fool, forget it, this immortal monarch has time." ”

"Then you, are you going back to the heavenly realm to get married?" Linlang didn't understand what he meant, but she asked him immediately.

"No, my bride is probably not an adult yet." He looked at her deeply.

Linlang: "......" is underage? Is it mortal?

……

The night was getting deeper, and the demon world was accustomed to lighting the ever-bright lantern, and at this time, in the silence, in a certain palace, there was a sudden short scream, and the scream was so short that the patrolling demon soldiers thought it was a hallucination.

Ran Mojian had been staring at the movement of the Tianque Palace, and the sound immediately made him frown, and his body approached the main hall like a ghost.

The surrounding guards were deliberately separated, and the ink turned into a wisp of black mist, directly entering the place where Leng Qishuang was.

The lights were dim, and Leng Qishuang had a knife in her hand, and was squatting in front of the unconscious woman on the ground, and there was a person standing next to her, who was her hand Shui Bing.

Mo Jian twisted his eyebrows, the scream just now was obviously from the woman on the ground.

It's just that I don't know life and death now, and I don't know what Leng Qishuang is doing.

He watched with bated breath.

Leng Qishuang picked up the clothes on the mortal woman's body, this is a very beautiful woman, and she hates beauty the most now, so the first time she saw it, she scratched her face first, and it was precisely because of that that the woman screamed.

The water ice quickly silenced the woman's voice, and she passed out.

At this time, Leng Qishuang slowly slashed the woman's back with a knife, pulling down a flawless leather stroke, the woman's body squirmed, and she wanted to roll on the ground in pain, but she couldn't shout.

Leng Qishuang ignored her anymore, she cut the skin to the size of her face, made facial features, injected demonic energy, and then peeled off the rotten skin on her face and covered it again.

After doing all this, she looked at herself in the mirror and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu is smell of blood in the room was too strong, she frowned and waved her hand impatiently: "Drag her out to deal with it, and find another woman at the same time tomorrow." ”

"Yes......" Seeing all the water ice with his own eyes, his throat trembled a little, but he quickly leaned over, wrapped up the woman who had passed out in pain again, and walked out with it.

Leng Qishuang took out the Si Ming flute, she moved it at will, and the pool of blood on the ground was like a stream of water, all of which was sucked into the flute, and the flute was already red and shiny.

Ink was almost vomited by her face-swapping technique, and the thought that Rin-sama was about to marry such an innocent evil woman made him want to kill her immediately!

However, he now understood what was going on with her face.

And he heard what she told his men.

Mo Jian frowned, and his body left the Tianque Palace like a shadow, chasing in the direction of Shui Bing.

Unaware of this, she locked the door of the temple and returned to the couch, where she laid down the heavy bed.

This was originally Tangwan's bed, but after Leng Qishuang moved in, it was replaced, but this bed was decorated with a night pearl, and the fist-sized night pearl was a natural light source, and she didn't change it.

She sat cross-legged on the bed with a few things in front of her.

There is the Si Ming flute, the most ferocious cup she has refined, and a few strands of hair in Tang Wan. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Fast Wear Poison: The Cold BOSS Can't Be Moved", WeChat pays attention to "Youyue Literature", chats about life, and looks for confidants~