MTL - Estranged-Chapter 122 Jiufang Changming faced a choice.
The painting fan's hand kept twisting under the sleeve.
But she didn't dare to show it, her body still stood upright.
The thin dress flutters in the strong wind, fluttering like a fairy, graceful and affectionate.
The body of the painting fan was bought by her from an oiran of a brothel in Shangzhou. The oiran was eighteen years old, graceful and elegant, but contracted a sudden illness and was about to die. Shan could not help expropriating the opponent's body, regardless of whether the oiran could be treated again. She is a fox spirit, without the constraints of benevolence and morality, and does not have to worry about the so-called conscience of human beings.
This body really brought her great pleasure, almost everywhere she went, it could attract the attention of countless people, even the little ones with bad intentions, Huafan is also proud of it, because she likes this kind of The feeling of being watched and sought after, beauty is a natural weapon, and it is even more effective for fox spirits.
But now she doesn't think so.
For the first time she wished she could go back to before she got this body, before she worked with that person.
"Are you scared?" A voice suddenly sounded from the side.
The painting fan suppressed the instinct of chattering teeth, barely showing a smile.
"No, it's cold... It's too cold today!"
Even she thought it was false.
It's not bad to be cold, but for a vixen with her level of cultivation, a little bit of cold wind won't make her shiver.
She just regretted and feared subconsciously, and didn't want to take half a step closer to the person beside her.
The other party gave a chuckle, with infinite coldness, which made Huafan shiver uncontrollably.
"My lord..." She thought and thought, but still couldn't help but say, "Is there any room for maneuver in the plan I mentioned earlier? There are a lot of people in Hongluo Town. As long as you tell me, I will do it right away and keep them safe. There are only a few dozen people in our fox family, can you let us go?"
"Painting fan."
This person's tone was very gentle, like an elder talking to a younger generation, but the painting fan immediately fell silent.
Not long ago, the desperate fox met this person, and the other party claimed that he could help them find a suitable human skin, and then give them an inner alchemy to improve their cultivation level. There is no need to hide in Tibet, hide and sleep in the open.
This was a great temptation, and Hua Fan agreed without even thinking about it. She took dozens of fellow clansmen to join him, and called him son. According to his plan, they teamed up with the Dream Demon and spread all over Hongluo Town. For the sake of chaos, just wait until the situation is difficult to deal with, and then push everything to one person, they can retire with success, take the remaining half of the inner alchemy, and return to their hometown to practice happily.
But now, things have deviated from the original direction.
Originally, someone in Hongluo Town secretly blessed the town with an array to protect the town, but Huafan knew that in front of the omnipotent young master, this array was just a trick for others, and the reason why he didn't destroy it was because he wanted to use the array as a bait , to lure out the person he really wants to attack.
Unexpectedly, before the real target appeared, an accident appeared first. Two unknown rogue cultivators destroyed all the layout of the young master. Die, the young master watched the chess on the chessboard go crookedly, and wanted the fan painter to correct it.
He needs the life of a fox spirit to sacrifice the flag, as a sacrifice to lure the target to appear.
This is why Huafan and Gongzi appear here.
The young master asked the painting fan to pick out a fox spirit from under his hand to die.
Huafan didn't want to do this, but she knew that if she didn't, the person who died here would be herself.
This unfathomable man can make her die in a hundred ways, each of which is impossible for her to survive, not to die.
Now she regrets that she should not be blinded by the momentary interests and seek skins from tigers.
Dozens of fellow clansmen are all connected by blood to her, and she is unwilling to sacrifice anyone.
But ten fingers have different lengths, and painting fans also have preferences and neglect.
She thought of Arong.
This child is the weakest and most inconspicuous among the dozens of her family. She eats a bite of food slower than others on weekdays. Even if she has some spiritual wisdom, her achievements in this life are limited to this.
A Rong was born with poor abilities, and she has a compassionate heart that the fox clan does not have. When choosing a skin, she would not directly possess a living person, and even chose a newly dead poor person, so that her appearance became more and more desolate, and she paid more attention to her appearance. despised by his kindred.
Just Ah Rong.
The painting fan let out a breath slowly.
After making the decision, he was not so entangled, but he was still faintly afraid, worried that one sacrifice would not be enough to satisfy this person, and if the plan failed, would it be possible that he would have to continue to sacrifice his fellow clan? Then she would have no prestige and credibility among her fellow clansmen.
"My lord, after this incident..."
"After this incident, I will give you the remaining half of the inner alchemy, and you will distribute it yourself. You and I have a happy cooperation. I don't need you to work hard anymore. You can leave with your own people. The sky is high and the sea is wide."
The other party seemed to know what she wanted to say, so he continued naturally.
Well, then it's settled, Ah Rong, let's just treat it as your sacrifice once for your own people. Huafan said silently, she had seen this man crush a succubus with bare hands, and she had no determination to fight against him.
She took out the jade flute around her waist and began to play the music that only the same race could hear.
The painting fan purposely transmits the music to Ah Rong only.
Ah Rong thought that her family members were also summoned, but in fact she was the only one who came to die.
Halfway through the sound of the flute, A Rong hadn't appeared yet, Hua Fan began to wonder if the other party had overheard the conversation between him and the young master, and dared not appear, but after thinking about it, he realized that it was impossible, if A Rong had this cleverness, he wouldn't As for being so useless.
Thinking of this, a thin figure appeared on the other side of the empty street. The other person walked very slowly, as if he could not bear the wind and snow and would be blown away at any time. She walked towards the painting fan step by step.
While walking, Ah Rong whispered to Chang Ming.
"Sir, you are a senior of our clan, sister Huafan must be happy to see you, why do you need to hide?"
She couldn't see Chang Ming, but could only hear voices ringing in her ears.
"The one next to your drawing fan sister is that young master?"
"That's right." Arong snorted, "Didn't you summon your fellow clan, why am I the only one here?"
Chang Ming squinted his eyes and carefully observed the man next to Hua Fan.
Covered in a black robe, from head to toe, you can't see your face clearly, very similar to the Mr. An who appeared with Xing Butou, but you can't be sure.
Assuming that Mr. An's real identity is Jiang Li's elder brother Yao Wangnian, as they guessed, then he is really behind the series of murders in Hongluo Town?
"I can't get any closer. Even if I'm invisible, they can still detect my aura. You go over there first, and when that young master leaves, I'll come back and talk to her again." Chang Ming said to A Rong.
A Rong didn't think too much about it, an expert always has some rules and conventions of an expert, maybe he just doesn't want to get involved in these irrelevant things, he just wants to take care of him for the sake of his family, A Rong thinks that he can meet him, I am already very lucky.
She walked directly in front of the painting fan and the young master, and bowed to them.
"Young Master, Elder Sister Huafan, do you have anything to do with me?"
Sister Huafan didn't answer her, instead she turned to ask the person next to her: "My lord, do you think she's okay?"
Can? what can?
Before Ah Rong understood the meaning of these words, he heard the young master hum, and without further ado, he immediately took out the painting fan, with five fingers like lightning, he grabbed A Rong Tianling Gai.
A Rong turned pale with fright, and couldn't dodge in a hurry, and could only watch helplessly as his death was approaching.
At this time, Jiufang Changming, who was hiding in the dark, faced a choice.
Does he make a move, or not?
If you don't make a move, Ah Rong will die.
If he made a move, besides the painting fan, he would also have to deal with that young master. This person's cultivation is unfathomable. If it is really Yao Wangnian, his cultivation has dropped greatly now, so he is probably not an opponent.
Most importantly, if exposed in advance, it will scare the snake away!
