We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Hehehe, you really know how to joke!"

Feng Ruge picked up the teapot and filled Ling Xiao with tea, "If you were a demon, wouldn't this world become a world of demons? As for me... if I could kill the two young masters silently, I'm afraid I wouldn't be here." This Seventh Peak has become an unknown little disciple."

"Ruge's current cultivation should be in the third rank of Shenhou, right? Moreover, it is still the most poisonous in the world."

The corner of Ling Xiao's mouth twitched playfully, and Feng Ruge's hand holding the pot trembled for a moment.

At this moment, she seemed to be hesitating a little. Should she plot against the Holy Son?

Why does she always have a feeling of being seen through in front of him?

and!

The disposition of this holy son is really a little unpredictable.

In the past, Feng Ruge had only met people he had met a few times before he could roughly guess his temperament and way of doing things.

But Ling Xiao in front of her really confuses her.

Sometimes, he is the light of righteousness who is responsible for morality, protects the common people, and slays demons and demons.

But sometimes... his words and deeds are deviant, decisive and moody.

For the first time, Feng Ruge felt sincere curiosity and... fear towards a peer.

"My lord is really astute. That's right. My cultivation is at the third rank of the Marquis of the Gods. But where do I start with the anti-poison?"

Feng Ruge put down the teapot, her eyebrows lightly clustered, and she looked at Ling Xiao curiously, "Young Master, you seem to know everything, it's really scary."

"My Holy Cult has a technique of scrutiny, which can measure people's cultivation. As for the ultimate poison, hehe, the most poisonous in the world is beauty. With a song-like appearance, it is not too much for me to say that you are the absolute poison, right?"

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, his eyes were gentle, and instantly dispelled Feng Ruge's doubts.

"Hehehehe, the young master is really... very good at teasing, what does the young master think is a demon?"

"Demons, do whatever they want, do what they want, have a clear distinction between what they like and hate, dare to be obsessed with their hearts, and become enemies of the world."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Feng Ruge's eyes narrowed slightly, and the doubts on her face became more and more intense.

How does it sound, this Holy Son doesn't seem to hate demons...?

On the contrary, do you have some appreciation?

"Since that's the case, why do you want to kill the devil?"

"The demons I'm punishing are evil demons that cause harm to the world, not... demons."

Ling Xiao glanced at Feng Ruge with deep meaning, got up and walked towards the courtyard, "There are two days left to compete for Tianchi, Ruge, I hope you don't disappoint me."

"Young master..."

Feng Ruge frowned slightly, don't disappoint him?

Then what is he expecting?

On the top of Xianxuan Mountain, Feng Yuanyang stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, Qin Chu looked at the great elder of the Xianzong with some doubts.

"I don't know why the elder asked me to come here?"

To be honest, these three days were also a torment for Qin Chu.

The entire Immortal Xuanzong is talking about demons.

It's as if all the evil things in this world are done by demons.

As a disciple of the Six Demons, he was naturally resentful.

After all, he didn't do the thing. Even if there are other demons hidden in Xuanzong, they shouldn't humiliate all the demons in the world by generalizing.

Of course, although Qin Chu was innocent, he was not stupid.

At this juncture, if he exposed his demon body, he might not have a chance to explain it, and he would be punished by these righteous people with swords.

And if he wants to prove his name for the devil, what he has to do is to practice hard, stand on the top of the sky, act chivalrously, and protect the common people!

I, Qin Chu, will definitely be a good demon admired by the world in this life! !

"What's the matter?"

A murderous intent flickered in Feng Yuanyang's eyes, what did he want you for... Don't you have any A in your heart?

Others don't know your identity, but I know it.

You pretend to be a calf with me!

If your six masters hadn't saved my life back then, why do you think you are still alive?

No matter what enmity Qin Chu had with those eight young masters, his methods of killing were too bloody and cruel.

What Feng Yuanyang admired was the freedom and ease of the demons, but he never expected that the disciple of the Six Demons would be such a cruel and merciless person.

Devil, the way of the sword, kills his peers with ease.

It seems that only Qin Chu and Ling Xiao are the Tianjiao and evildoers who go up the mountain to meet this condition at the same time.

But the latter is the holy son of the Holy Church. He wants to kill people. As for such a cover-up?

Therefore, in Feng Yuanyang's view, this murderous demon is the Qin Chu in front of him! !

What? You said it wasn't you?

Then why was Xianxuanzong safe and sound before you came.

As soon as you came, Xianxuanzong showed a demonic trace?

It's not you, could it be the Son of Ling Xiao?

"Stop it, before I think about my old relationship."

Feng Yuanyang sighed softly, his eyes were somewhat inexplicably vicissitudes.

Sure enough, time is the most mysterious thing in this world.

It can make people see their hearts clearly, and it can also... change their original intentions.

"What do you mean senior? The junior doesn't understand."

Qin Chu frowned, and looked at the Great Elder of Xianzong with some doubts.

Why is this old man so strange?

"I don't care what enmity you have with the Babu young master, and I don't know why you were born this time. If you dare to kill people in Xianxuanzong again, I will kill you with my own hands.

kill. "

Feng Yuanyang turned around and walked down the mountain, leaving Qin Chu alone in the wind.

I... shit?

I didn't kill anyone!

Why does this old man think that I killed someone?

Miss old love?

Could it be that he knew the masters?

Before Gu Lin, Ling Xiao hid his figure and looked coldly at the young man in the distance.

He had arranged means on Qin Chu before, and his original intention was to find the hiding place of the six demons.

But just now, when he noticed that Qin Chu came to the top of the mountain late at night, he thought that something must have happened.

After all, now that the Xuanzong sect is haunted, at this time, all the southern border arrogances are hiding in the palace to prevent accidents.

He just didn't expect that the great elder of Xianzong would put the blame on Qin Chu's head so easily.

Moreover, from his words, Ling Xiao could tell that this person must have known the Six Demons.

Wonderful.

Qin Chu, it seems that it will be difficult for you not to take the blame.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

And in these two days, the Xianxuanzong had successive demons from the southern border come.

The strange beasts in Xianlou descended from the sky, carrying endless auras.

The Tianchi dispute is the most important event in southern Xinjiang.

It is said that this Tianchi is where the spiritual veins of southern Xinjiang are communicated.

The spirit liquid in the pool is filled once every hundred years, therefore, the good fortune of this Tianchi appears once every hundred years.

The last time Tianchi appeared in the world, there were nine sea clan geniuses and one human clan genius who entered it to refine their physique and absorb spiritual energy.

In the end, the cultivation bases of all ten people broke through the first realm, shocking the whole world.

At night, the moon is as cool as water.

The endless moonlight sprinkled from the sky, setting off the ancient forest in the mountains like a monster, ferocious and entangled, it looked extremely frightening.

But at this moment, Lingxiao's dormitory was brightly lit and crowded with pedestrians, making it a lively scene.

It is a great honor for the Eight Tribes and the Tianjiao of Southern Xinjiang to have the Son of the Holy Cult come to Southern Border.

Tomorrow morning, it will be the competition for Tianchi, as the Holy Son, he should give some speeches to inspire people and set an example.

To win people's hearts, it's a game of power.

At this moment, above the main hall, Ling Xiao was reclining on the golden chair with a gentle expression on his face.

Beside him, Han Qingqiu and Huahua served wine each, while the other held spirit fruits, and handed them to Ling Xiao one by one.

Seeing this scene, countless Southern Border Tianjiao's eyes were full of envy.

What is a winner in life? !

Power is in hand, beauty is by the side, invincible is still... unparalleled in appearance!

Gan!

Son of Ling Xiao, I would like to call you...the most cunning in the world!