The years of being Long Aotian's fiancee

Chapter 111 Not Comparable to Xia Ying's Half a Hair

"Crack!!" The crisp applause exploded in the corridor, echoing for a long time, and slapped the face of a saint who thought highly of herself. Slapped, screamed and fell to the ground.

The thin but strong black figure stood icily in the cold corridor, her whole body was hidden in the suffocating darkness, and the black air that came out made her not look like an ordinary monk in the human world.

Qing Baixue propped up one arm in embarrassment, the pain was so painful that she couldn't stop her tears from streaming down her face. She had lived so high in luxury for so long, and had never been humiliated like this before. She was so angry that she almost lost her mind, and she raised her head and roared: "Xia Ying, how dare you!!!"

"噗!!" A blood blade stabbed directly at Qing Baixue's throat, as long as she dared to utter another syllable, this bloody dagger would instantly pierce her throat, and the blood splashed on the spot.

His blue eyes looked at her coldly.

"Miss's name is also something you can call casually?" Qiao'er turned her wrist, and the sharp point of the sword immediately drew thin bloodstains on the neck of the Golden Core Stage cultivator.

She laughed coldly.

"It's you... that black shadow at the gate of Zixiao Xianmen..." Qing Baixue's pupils shrank violently, and she instantly remembered the ghost shadow she saw that day.

The cruelty and coldness in Qiaoer's blue and purple eyes cannot be melted away. She sneered at the ignorance of the Saintess of Danzong: "I thought you had received my warning, but I didn't expect you to dare to harass the adults and young ladies... really I regret that I didn't kill you directly outside the fairy gate that day."

Death is threatening the weak Danzong saint girl. At this moment, her thoughts are chaotic and she can only sit on the ground and pant for breath.

"What did you just say?" The man's soft and kind voice suddenly floated over. The saint's eyes lit up. She was so frightened by Qiao'er's murderous intent that she forgot her reason for coming. Han Zheng's question just left Liu Shen confused she woke up,

But before she could explain, the man's deep and indifferent voice sounded again: "Do you want me to marry you?" The already tall man felt even more oppressive in the eyes of Qing Baixue who was kneeling, Han Zheng raised his legs and walked forward Come,

The wind blew his black hair, and also brought up some fine black matter like gravel. From the perspective of the saint, the sky suddenly darkened as the man approached.

The bloody and thick black air wrapped Han Zheng in a suffocating murderous aura, the man's eyes turned dark red, and the pressure that was countless times more terrifying than Qiaoer's just now hit Qing Baixue's face overwhelmingly. , she directly opened her eyes and froze,

Consciousness is desperately resisting the approach of the devil, but her body is completely out of control, frozen in place like a sculpture.

"You want my wife's position? How many lives are you going to trade for this position?" The gentle voice said creepy words, the man with dark red eyes had a mocking smile on his mouth, but there was nothing in his eyes belongs to human temperature,

Qing Baixue suddenly had a terrible thought. She felt that Zhao Hanzheng seemed to be talking to a dying person.

He wanted to kill himself, he wanted to kill himself! ! !

The delicate fear crawled up from the spine like a bug. The saint who was about to refute her eyes widened in fear, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably, but she couldn't even move back.

Only then did she realize that the real god of death had already regarded her life as his own.

"Brother Zheng!!" The deep female voice sounded like a strong wind blowing away the aura of death, and a series of footsteps came from behind the three of them.

The boy in black recklessly broke into the Death Hunting Ground, Xia Ying pulled the man up, rolled his eyes at the startled woman on the ground, and softly persuaded the man: "Brother Zheng, we are still at the Dan meeting, kill him!" She'll be in big trouble!"

Yingying's heart was beating wildly. He just felt that something was wrong with the man, and Gan Ganling found out that the demon quality on the male lead had suddenly jumped a little over the warning line.

"Welcome, the value has dropped, the alarm has been lifted!"

As Han Ling's voice fell, the man's black eyes returned to normal and looked at the anxious little beauty at the same time, Han Zheng comforted as if he had opened his mind reading skills: "I'm fine."

"En." Yingying nodded heavily,

The murderous intent that restrained the saint relaxed a bit, and she cried with tears in her eyes: "I didn't intend to take her position, but the suzerain wanted me to marry a powerful person, and I had no choice but to let you pretend to marry me... …You are Zixiao’s Danzun, and your status is enough to help me get divorced. As long as you agree to help, Saint Maid can fully help you win the position of Zixiao’s future lord! My Danzong saint can also be sent by you in the future !"

Brother Zheng, who followed Xia Ying's force and walked away, didn't want to give Qing Baixue any more eyes, otherwise it would be really troublesome for her to die here.

After hearing the woman's condition, Han Zheng paused, turned around and grabbed the woman's collar and pulled it up, the limp saint fell into the man's hand like a piece of clothing,

"You said you don't want to marry someone else and you want me to help you?" Han Zheng's tone suddenly became cheerful and frivolous, as if he was coaxing an inexperienced child with malice, his handsome face looked even under the dim light Get violent.

Xia Ying was so frightened by Brother Zheng's appearance that his palms were sweating, but as the hero's sweetheart, he would not be frightened at all. Instead, he raised a hand and put it behind the man's back to gently touch and comfort him. The enthusiasm returned from the strong body also made Yingying feel at ease.

Qing Baixue took it for granted that she had a high status and no one could refuse her offer.But brother Zheng hates other people secretly scheming how to use him, and the arrogant Qing Baixue has kicked the iron plate.

Sure enough, the saint was picked up, and her neck was tightly strangled by the collar, making it even more difficult to breathe smoothly.

It stands to reason that a monk at the golden core stage can hold his breath without any problem, but the saint was completely frightened, she was even worse than Xiao Hanyue.

That man controlled his body, like an evil god whispering in his ear: "You don't want to marry, why can't you run away?"

There was a nasty smile on the male protagonist's face, as if he was very interested in the answer to the next question: "I know where the entrance from the human world to the demon world is, if you are willing to give up your noble status as a saint, for your future How about I help you escape marriage with Liberty?"

Hearing this, Gan Gan Ling couldn't help shouting in Xia Ying's mind, "Father Han is awesome!!"

Greeting the little pig that jumped into her arms, she had a heated discussion with it. Qing Baixue doesn't want to marry and be a wife but also wants to keep her status?

"Where in the world is it her turn to do good things? Do you want Brother Zheng to be her shield to marry her? Does she think you are dead? Our Yingying is Father Han's main palace, the main palace!" Gan Ganling Thieves look down on this kind of bad, stupid and self-important woman.

But after the woman heard the third option, she didn't agree as firmly as Xia Ying imagined,

She forgot to breathe, her eyes wandered, but she never gave a definite answer.

Like Xia Ying, Han Zheng lost interest in the Saintess on his opponent. He threw Qingbai Xue on the ground like brushing away an ant.

Wiping her hands, she judged in a flat tone: "You have already lost this opportunity." Then she wrapped her arms around Xia Ying's slender waist and walked away with her heart.

The saint who was paralyzed on the ground looked at the man and the boy walking towards the exit, and shouted in a broken voice: "Why? Why!!

I don't agree! !How am I different from Xia Ying? !What else could attract you about her but a face? !Why even if I posted it shamelessly, you are not willing to help the saint of Danzong once? !Am I that miserable? ! ! ! ’ shouted at the end, her voice hoarse as nails scraping on a plank, deep in despair.

The two stopped for her for the last time, Han Zheng glanced at Qing Baixue indifferently, and said cruelly:

"Even if the entire Hunyuan Danzong is tied together, it is not worthy of Yingying's half hair, let alone you? An insignificant Danzong plaque."

Yingying's face was hot, and he grabbed the man's hand and left... It's really, really embarrassing to say such love words in public.

Following Xia Ying's strength to leave, the two of them left the saint's collapsed cry far behind them.

"Zhao Hanzheng, you will regret it!! You will!!!" When a person is too weak, her threat sounds like a clown trying to make people happy.

Xia Ying didn't have a good impression of this arrogant saint. Hearing that she was going to be forced to marry just now, she felt a little bit embarrassed. She lamented that no matter how high her status in Danzong was, she couldn't avoid the fate of being a pawn.

But after Brother Zheng gave her a chance and she still didn't cherish it, the pity in Xia Ying's heart also disappeared.

She is a cultivator at the golden core stage, so it is very possible that she is determined to go to the demon world, let alone Brother Zheng is willing to help her along the way.

The demon world is no more bloody and cruel than the demon world and the Asura world, and it is the best world for humans to live in among the five worlds. Maybe Brother Zheng already guessed Qing Baixue's answer before asking her this question.

No matter what fate she has in the end, it is her own fault.

Originally, Xia Ying thought that she would never have any entanglements with this woman in the future. The person who married her would happily fight and escalate with the male lead.

I didn't expect to meet again a few days later.

She also participated in the selection of alchemy, and after several rounds of selection, Xia Ying and Qing Baixue will compete on the same stage on the Dragon and Phoenix Stage.

The alchemy platform for the two of them happened to be next door, um... Xia Ying's scalp would tingle with embarrassment just by thinking about it.

Halfway through the Danhui schedule, the competitions gradually changed from martial arts to alchemy, weapon refining, and formation competitions. Danzong finally gained the upper hand.

Alchemy is compared based on age as the division standard, not according to level like martial arts.

Both Xia Ying and Qing Baixue are alchemists under the age of one hundred, and Han Zheng and Chu Xiu are over two hundred years old. These two matches are no less interesting than the competition between the Golden Core Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage on the first day of the Alchemy Club. ,

A few days ago, the saint of Danzong returned to the head of Xuelian in despair, acquiescing to her fate of marrying Hong Ningtian, and everything that happened that day was completely erased by her. Outsiders don't know what happened, only her close junior sister Chen Yanyan Sensing Qing Baixue's extremely negative emotions,

She speculated that it might be related to the news brought by Dan Hao, but she didn't dare to think deeply about it.

It wasn't until the day before the alchemy competition that the saint returned to her usual cool and dusty appearance, and her mood improved a lot with the naked eye. She must be looking forward to this competition very much.