"What a blessing!"

Thinking of the horror of that day, she stood up and drank in a panic.

At this moment, He Yuxing suddenly trembled, his eyes regained their clarity, and even the magic lines on his face became a little lighter.

Looking at Lan Xinzi's somewhat panicked Yurong, he felt distressed on his face and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, my mind is still too unstable, and I almost couldn't control the desire... the desire to kill."

Lan Xinzi took a few steps back, sat down on the tea table, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then regained some composure.

"You have done a very good job. Not everyone can understand this."

After taking a sip, Lan Xinzi stood up and walked out the door without looking back.

"I'll leave first, you can calm down!"

"I……"

He Yuxing stood up with his sword in hand. He hesitated to speak, but his open hand dropped weakly.

The door slammed shut, He Yuxing's body trembled, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

"Sacrifice fallen sculptures..."

The magic pattern emerged clearly again, and this time not only the face, but also the exposed hands were filled with dark meaning.

"Buzz!"

The sword trembled softly and buzzed with excitement.

It seems that this kind of terrifying murderous intention is a kind of demonic obstacle to people.

For the sword, it is the most perfect nutrient.

Wiping the blade of the sword with his fingers, the muscles on He Yuxing's face twitched slightly unconsciously, revealing a strange and out-of-place smile.

"His Charming, sacrifice the carved pieces, what a good thing!"

…

despair.

despair.

The sound of crisp and melodious footsteps echoed through the inn in a very rhythmic manner.

Lan Xinzi raised her eyebrows.

What happened today?

In the Eighth Palace, which has completely lost the restraints of rules and is full of murder and chaos, there is still such a quiet time?

Looking back.

I saw a woman in a white dress walking slowly up the stairs, walking very elegantly.

Her appearance is very ordinary, but her temperament is extremely extraordinary.

The red sandalwood incense burning quietly on the small copper stove in the right hand seemed to give people a sense of peace and calm even though it was several feet away.

It was as if a noble snow lotus, which should have come from the Tianshan Mountains, grew out of this dark, filthy mire.

The appearance of the woman in the white dress was the source of the complete silence in the inn.

"This person..."

Lan Xinzi frowned.

Somewhat familiar.

When she was still in Tiansang Ling Palace, she seemed to have been seen in the inner courtyard?

However, how come there is such a temperamental person in the inner courtyard that she cannot recall?

and……

"Yin Yang Realm."

Among the thirty-three veterans in the inner courtyard, there are not many women who can reach the yin-yang realm, the second realm of the master!

Except Rao Yinyin, except those few old people who have graduated.

Even myself and He Yuxing have not reached this height!

This just came out...

Who is it again?

"We know each other?"

The moment the black skirt and the white skirt intertwined, Lan Xinzi couldn't help but ask.

The woman in the white dress looks sideways.

A slight smile appeared on his calm face.

It's like seeing a friend you haven't seen for a long time, and you open your teeth slightly to say hello.

But soon, the smile disappeared.

She shook her head indifferently: "You must have recognized the wrong person."

Bowing slightly, the woman squeezed the small copper stove in her hand, looked back and left.

"Bang!"

The room was opened instantly.

He Yuxing rushed out with his sword in hand.

"who?"

He scolded in a low voice, his eyes involuntarily falling on the woman in white dress who was walking away.

Lan Xinzi didn't reply.

Her eyes fell on the girl's left hand, and the dripping blood made her understand the crisp sound she had just heard.

Not only the sound of footsteps, but also the sound of blood dripping on the ground.

Looking towards the first floor.

Dozens of limp male bodies lay scattered across the place.

Lan Xinzi's eyes showed obvious disgust and hatred.

"A bunch of losers dominated by their lower bodies!"

These guys were also talked to when they arrived.

But after He Yuxing killed a few of them with one sword, they calmed down a bit.

Unexpectedly, this time I met this woman and history repeated itself.

But……

"Where is your cultivation?"

Lan Xinzi was shocked to find that these guys, who were supposed to have spiritual powers and celestial phenomena, had completely lost their realm and cultivation at a glance!

"Wasted?"

She wondered aloud.

"No."

He Yuxing squinted his eyes and said, "It's been sealed."

"Also, it seems that these people are still alive. I'm afraid even their souls have been completely suppressed."

"This woman..."

His eyes fell on the previous position of the woman in white dress who had disappeared from the door of the room, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

An inexplicably familiar yet extremely heart-pounding feeling.

Do you know this person?

"Including the woman with violent leg strength that I saw a few days ago..."

"There is no peace in the Eighth Palace." He murmured.

Lan Xinzi took a step aside and looked at him.

"Wouldn't it be better if it wasn't peaceful? This is exactly what we want."

He Yuxing also looked away, his eyes becoming gentle again.
Chapter completed!