Looking at Feng Mingye, he looked in disbelief.
Feng Mingye listened, his expression remained unchanged, but there were some memories in his mind, he liked him He remembered that this woman was the "Shui Shiyu" who made Ah Yao angry in the first place.
He didn't understand what Li Weiwei meant by the male protagonist, but this woman had violated his taboo and deserved to die.
When he raised his hand, the flaming sword from all over his body came out smoothly.
Without a trace of hesitation, the flaming sword transformed by spiritual energy slashed straight at Li Weiwei.
The extremely fast speed gave Li Weiwei no chance to resist.
The moment the flame knife passed by, Li Weiwei let out a shrill scream, and her whole body was almost pierced by the flame knife.
She fell to the ground on the spot, and her body gradually turned into a little bit of ashes as the fireworks ignited.
Nan Qingyue saw a flash of fear in Feng Mingye's eyes.
What a powerful and terrible person.
Because Feng Mingye always had his back to her, she didn't know what Feng Mingye looked like.
With Alan's support, she stepped forward tremblingly, intending to express her gratitude for saving her life.
However, just when she was about to speak, Feng Mingye suddenly turned around, leaving Nan Qingyue stunned.
Her heart was pounding as if out of control.
"Di Ji, Di Ji" Alan on the side noticed the condition of his Di Ji and couldn't help but raised his hand and pushed her gently, trying to wake her up.
The young master in front of him is indeed like an immortal from another world, making people unable to take their eyes away, but it is impolite for Di Ji to do this.
It was this young master who saved her.
Di Ji should not be distracted at this time.
After being pushed by Alan, Nan Qingyue suddenly woke up, with a faint blush on her pale face.
She was a little embarrassed and said, "Thank you for saving Qingyue, sir.
I don't know what to call you."
However, Feng Mingye did not answer her words, but his voice was as cold as before.
Speaking coldly and bluntly.
"I'm just saving you as a treasure hunter."
"Treasure hunter rat" Nan Qingyue looked surprised, what do you mean?
Alan on the side immediately explained the conditions under which Feng Mingye agreed to save her.
Nan Qingyue's heart trembled, and then she nodded in agreement.
"Since it's a transaction, it's established.
However, I'm afraid I have to make you wait.
I don't have the treasure-hunting mouse with me.
I still put it in the Yin Li Emperor's Mansion.
I would like you to go with me.
I will hand over this thing."
Give it to you, Mr.
Feng Mingye thought about it for a while, and it was still early to make the appointment with Ah Yao, so he nodded in agreement.
Just after they left, Li Weiwei's body, which had been reduced to ashes on the ground, slowly condensed into shape, turning into the original "Water Shigure" without any scars.
At this moment, Li Weiwei's eyes were full of anger.
Fortunately, the creator put a secret method on this body.
As long as her soul does not die, she can be resurrected.
Feng Mingye actually treated her like this.
Huh, she is the heroine.
Damn Feng Mingye, for treating other women, he will definitely regret it in the future.
He is not the only male protagonist in this world, she also has a male partner.
Pulling out the blood sword from her body, she looked at the gradually darker blood lines on it.
This Qingyue Emperor must sacrifice the sword, and she would not let her go.
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Yinli City Inn.
After Yun Yaoling had eaten and drank enough, she still couldn't wait for Feng Mingye to return, which made her feel strange.
Didn't he say he would be back today?
Why is it that the time is up and he hasn't come back yet?
Thinking like this, Yun Yaoling immediately called out Landie to look for Feng Mingye's traces.
When he found the blue butterfly appeared and headed outside, Yun Yaoling's face changed slightly, Feng Mingye was back.
But why don't you come to the inn?
Thinking like this, Yun Yaoling stuffed Ah Bai, who was sleeping more happily than a pig, into his sleeves, and followed the direction guided by Lan Die.
Strongly pampering the devil's concubine: Evil Lord, too fierce :