Chapter 998: Human Lives Matter

Wanyan Wuxian is actually a stingy and selfish person, and you can see the clue from the fact that she unceremoniously snatched the poor water demon demon that she had worked so hard to cultivate for three thousand years.

It was not as noble as she said she would be to let go of the dragon-blooded fire crow, and in her heart she wanted to subdue this demon king as her mount. However, her strength was still not enough to control the dragon-blooded fire crow.

Almost, if her cultivation reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man, that dragon blood fire crow was afraid that it would have been completely subdued by her. It's a pity that this little distance makes her unable to suppress the innate violent aura and arrogant demon king nature of the dragon blood fire crow. Fighting head-on, Wanyan Wutear is definitely not the opponent of the dragon blood fire crow, she was riding the dragon blood fire crow to chase and kill Tianwen and Qi Lisi, and suddenly made a sneak attack, so that she easily crossed the back of the dragon blood fire crow, plus the water demon's demon pill can restrain the chaotic heavenly fire, so the dragon blood fire crow is this

suffered a big loss.

After being entangled with the dragon blood fire crow in the air for hundreds of miles, she saw Ye Xiaochuan and the others, so she dragged the neck of the dragon blood fire crow with a divine whip and fell in front of Ye Xiaochuan and the others.

The Dragon's Blood Fire Raven was now seriously injured, but even so, it still didn't give in to Wanyan Wuxi. Wanyan Wuxian was very helpless, if he didn't let go of the dragon blood fire crow, he would probably lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot.

Don't look at her just pale, in fact, the True Yuan spiritual power in her body has been seriously lost and consumed in the confrontation with the Dragon Blood Fire Crow for more than an hour, and it is definitely not the opponent of Ye Xiaochuan and the others.

Rather than letting the Dragon Blood Fire Crow be obtained by Ye Xiaochuan and the others, it is better to let it go, if Cangyunmen gets the Dragon Blood Fire Crow, it will be a big trouble for the Holy Sect, and this risk really cannot be taken.

Wan Yan didn't leave without tears, sent away the dragon blood fire crow, and after making a few jokes with Ye Xiaochuan about exchanging prosperity, her face became more and more pale.

When Ye Xiaochuan threatened: "Less than eight thousand taels will not sell prosperous wealth, it can't be lower, this is my psychological bottom line", Wanyan fell to the ground softly without tears and fainted again.

Before she fell unconscious, she looked at the white wide-sleeved ripple skirt on her body, and a very strange thought suddenly appeared in her mind.

"It's so beautiful. ”

Whether it is Yun Qiyou's height or figure, he is actually about the same as Wanyan without tears, and even the aesthetics of the two people are surprisingly consistent, and they both like to wear white clothes.

Some differences are that the clothes without tears are mainly ordinary white plain clothes, to put it bluntly, linen clothes, monks and nuns and most of the ordinary people wear this kind of cloth.

Yun Qiyou's clothes are made of different materials, Cangyunmen is rich and rich, Yun Qiyou is not short of silver, there is still a lot of silver left from Ye Xiaochuan ten years ago, so her fabrics are all high-grade Shuzhong brocade, fine workmanship, smooth and soft fabrics. When she woke up, she felt that the clothes she was wearing were very ugly, in fact, it was her stingy mind that was doing it, this dress was really good, she was poor before, and now she is also poor, she can only afford to wear linen clothes, she feels that she should enjoy being a man,

Being too demanding on oneself all day long in cultivation is really missing out on a lot of wonderful lives.

At least she felt that only this kind of Shuzhong brocade, the softest in the world, could support her noble temperament without tears.

So she didn't plan to return this dress to Yun Qiyou, she wore it first, and rushed back to Middle-earth with Ming'er, thinking of making some extra money, and also pulling hundreds of fine fabrics to make hundreds of good clothes for herself. The means of the Demon Sect disciples to make extra money is very simple, blocking the road and robbing is commonplace, so now they are poor and have no tears, and they have no psychological burden at all to spend a lot of money on good clothes, and it is a big deal to find a big city, loot a few wealthy businessmen at night, and even go to the palace to ask

It's okay for the emperor to borrow some silver.

All thoughts flashed in an instant, and then he completely lost consciousness without tears.

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his hands and said loudly: "Everyone saw it, I didn't touch you, you fell and I have nothing to do with it, don't you want to touch porcelain." ”

Qin Fanzhen stepped forward and squatted beside Wan Yan Wuxi, carefully examined it for a while, and then said to Ye Xiaochuan: "You don't have to say a word, Wan Yan Wuxi's injury is very serious, the true yuan spiritual power in her meridians is almost exhausted, her qi and blood are uncertain, and she looks strong just now." ”

When Ye Xiaochuan heard this, he suddenly began to scold again.

I actually capsized in the gutter, and was stunned by a stinky woman at the end of the crossbow, and I did it to her when I rolled up my sleeves just now, and then beat her generously and trampled her under her feet. As a result, he was frightened by Wan Yan without tears, which made him very embarrassed at the time.

After all, he was an old acquaintance without tears, and Qin Fan really said, "Do we want to save her?"

She asked the question, which seemed simple, but in fact it was complicated. If Wan Yan Wuxian is a disciple of the righteous path, he naturally has no scruples, but this Wan Yan without tears is a disciple of the Demon Sect, and his cultivation is surprisingly high, not to mention the future, he is already a big trouble for the righteous path now, if he is saved, once the news spreads, the three people present will count

will not end up like Yuan Shaoqin back then, and it is estimated that he will also be dealt with by the door rules.

The three of them looked at each other for a while, but none of them spoke.

Seeing that the scene suddenly fell silent, Yun Qiyou said: "We have actually saved her once, it is better to put her here, we continue to hurry, and it will be fine with her way." Good and evil have been opposed for thousands of years, and we can't get too involved. ”

didn't take advantage of the danger of others to stab Wan Yan without tears with a sword, it is already good for the three disciples of the righteous path, if it is too deeply involved with Wan Yan without tears, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles in the future.

The veil on Qin Fanzhen's hat shook slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't say it after all. Yun Qiyou's words are very right, but all righteous path disciples must not have anything to do with the disciples of the Demon Sect, this is a big taboo for all sects of the righteous path.

Ye Xiaochuan squatted down and carefully checked Yan Wuxi's injury, the true yuan in his body was very seriously consumed, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to recover his vitality in ten days and half a month.

He shook his head suddenly, without his cynical appearance in the past, and said slowly: "The true yuan spiritual power in her body is seriously depleted, if we leave her alone, it is estimated that she will be eaten by the beasts in the Black Forest." ”

Yun Qiyou frowned and said, "But she is a demon witch. Ye Xiaochuan got up, glanced at Yun Qiyou, and said: "No matter what her identity is, for the three of us at this moment, she is just a weak woman without any consciousness, and her life is at stake, if there is any trouble in the future, just push it to me." ”

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