After two more incense sticks, Nangong Yiyao was promoted, absorbed some of the blood evil spirits, and entered the seventh level of the innate level. This was a big improvement. In addition, her current swordsmanship ability can fight against powerful people at the ninth level of the innate level.

"Aunt Rong!"

When he opened his eyes and saw Nangong Shaorong, Nangong Yiyao shouted excitedly.

Nangong Shaorong flashed to Nangong Yiyao, gently stroked Nangong Yiyao's head, her eyes full of spoiling, and said, "Yaoer, you girl, this time I scared us."

Nangong Yiyao lowered her head and said weakly: "I was wrong!"

Nangong Shaorong said: "It's good to know if you are wrong. Fortunately, you are lucky. This time you are safe and have escaped from the enemy's black hand. Otherwise, your father and your mother would not know how sad it would be. Remember this lesson and don't be willful again in the future."

Speaking of this, Nangong Yiyao was excited and said with a smile: "Aunt Rong, it's not my God-like appearance, it's Brother Bai who saved me... Hey, where is Brother Bai?"

"You are talking about the man in white? If he is gone, he will extort tens of low-grade spirit stones from me before leaving, saying that he will save you."

Nangong Shaorong said calmly, her eyes were waving, her face was like cold snow peaks, and she asked a question: "Yaoer, who is he? Don't make friends with such people."

Nangong Yiyao thought she had heard it wrong and asked: "Aunt Rong, what did you say? Brother Bai has blackmailed you tens of low-grade spirit stones?"

Nangong Shaorong nodded affirmatively: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Nangong Yiyao felt very uncomfortable and said with a lonely expression: "No, no!"

This lonely expression is not because Xue Shaohong is such a villain.

She is a smart girl. She knew that her aunt was lying and was rewarded with favor? This is definitely not something that her brother Bai would do. Ten thousand spirit stones? How can it be compared to that technique? Ten thousand medium-grade spirit stones are still similar. She has grown up in the royal family since she was a child and has seen many things. She has seen many such Liezi and known a lot.

Nangong Shaorong smiled without any coldness and said, "Yao'er, isn't it just an ordinary citizen. You don't have to be sad and upset for him. How many people in this world don't like spirit stones?"

Seeing Nangong Yiyao's expression, I felt relieved and secretly thanked that I was decisive and my little niece

How could she not know her temper? The beauty and ugliness in her heart are not in her appearance but in her heart. Looking at people’s hearts, there are so many handsome and arrogant emperors. Because of their impure minds, no one has ever been able to enter her heart.

Nangong Yiyao said in a low voice: "Aunt Rong, do I understand?"

In order to dispel Nangong Yiyao, Nangong Shaorong even said Xue Shaohong to be useless, but she was just in vain. Nangong Yiyao didn't listen to a single word.

...

Xue Shaohong, who entered Haoyue City, didn't know that he was a villain in Nangong Shaorong's mouth. His current appearance changed drastically. He had a thick shirt in blue and thick clothes, a mask on his face, leaving a faint blue hint. He had not carried a broken sword on his back, and a fast sword in his hand. Not to mention the Fan family and the Qinglang mercenaries, even if the Taixuan Sword Sect came, he could not recognize him.

He wants to deal with the city lord of Haoyue City, so he cannot let the people of the Qinglang Mercenary Group mess up the situation. After he has cleaned up Haoyue City, he is cleaning up the Qinglang Mercenary Group.

"Green Wolf, it seems that he is destined to be together!"

When I walked into an inn, I saw a man with a mustache, with a wolf-headed costume, and Xue Shaohong was speechless. He could meet him like this. This fate is really great.

"Objectively, how many of you?" The inn came up and said with a smile.

Xue Shaohong said, "One person, one room, good wine and good food!" The guy lowered his head and bowed, and said, "Objectively, it's clear here!"

The accompanying worker went up the second floor, and a breath attracted Xue Shaohong, which made him stop, looked sideways, and came into his eyes alone.

This man was wearing a red middle-dress and black robe. He was not very old, about twenty years old, with a cold expression and unique look, and was completely out of place with the people around him.

The most feared thing is the knife in his hand.

The knife has a unique shape, no box or sheath, very straight, the handle of the knife is pitch black, the blade is snow-white, and the slanted mouth is faintly scarlet.

This is a blood-stained Tao, and it is also a murderous knife. This man is also a cold-blooded killer. There are not a hundred or eighty people who die under his knife.

He didn't care about the eyes of the people around him. He held the hilt of the knife in one hand and ate vegetables in the other.

A bite of dish, a bowl of wine.

The dish is Qingyuan Lingcai, which is very ordinary food, only one plate; the wine is strong, and there are three pots of it, which burns the lungs and harms the body.

He is not eating vegetables, he is drinking, burning his lungs with strong wine and reminding himself not to forget anything

What a thing.

"My man, you can go and open the room first and give me the key later." Xue Shaohong said to the inn guy.

The guy nodded: "Yes, uncle!"

Xue Shaohong walked straight over and sat at the same table with him.

He did not look up or speak, he only cared about eating vegetables and drinking. Every time he sipped his breath, he became more angry and the pain he suffered was even heavier.

Xue Shaohong took the lead and said, "Don't you invite me to have a drink?"

The man did not make any other moves, and his hand tightened a little, still eating vegetables and drinking wine.

Xue Shaohong said: "Isn't it uncomfortable to have such strong wine?"

The man drank another glass of strong wine, raised his head, looked at Xue Shaohong, and asked, "Who are you?"

He wants to have this kind of strength, his body is uncomfortable and his heart is relaxed.

His eyes looked at Xue Shaohong as if they were thousands of miles away. In his heart, there were only two kinds of people, one for strangers and the other for enemies; strangers passed by, and the enemy would either fall down or let himself fall down.

Xue Shaohong smiled lightly and said, "A friend!"

The man said, "I have no friends, no friends, only enemies."

Xue Shaohong said: "If you don't make friends, of course you don't have friends. If we have a drink, we will be friends."

The man said, "I don't know how to make friends, nor should I have friends."

Xue Shaohong took his wine jar and wanted to pour a bowl of wine, but he was a little embarrassed. He couldn't pour out a drop of wine and drank very cleanly.

"Or why, let's have another jar?" Xue Shaohong said.

“No need, we won’t be friends, we don’t have to drink.”

After saying that, he stood up and he was about to leave.

Xue Shaohong said: "Three inches under the armpit, the heart-wrenching pain is actually so painful that you don't need to drink alcohol to numb yourself."

After taking the steps out, the man sat back in his seat again, looking at Xue Shaohong coldly, without saying a word.

Xue Shaohong looked at him with a faint smile, but didn't say anything.

The two of them were competing for patience to see who spoke to them.

The others looked at the two of them and cursed in their hearts: I am sick!

In the end, Xue Shaohong won, and the man said, "What did you see?"
Chapter completed!