"Oh, I didn't expect you to actually get it!"
Bian Yue smiled, her beautiful eyes curved into two beautiful crescent moons.
"That is, only half of it though."
Jingfeng raised his eyebrows frivolously and handed half of the white crown to Bian Yue.
"You really don't want it?"
Jing Feng thought to himself that although the few things Ouyang Lian asked him to collect contained the White Nue Crown, he didn't say that he had to get it. Since Bian Yue needed it more than he did, he might as well just do it as a favor.
"Don't worry, I just planned to give it to you."
Bian Yue's expression was slightly moved, and her red lips parted slightly: "Humph, seeing how sincere you are, I am very satisfied, and the previous matters have been wiped out."
Bian Yue's face is full of smiles, like a fairy in a painting, and her heart is filled with the scenery.
"By the way, Fairy Sister, can I ask you what you need Bai Nuoguan for, to refine magic weapons?"
Seeing Bian Yue looking at Bai Nueguan happily, Jingfeng couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this, Bian Yue suddenly stopped smiling and squinted her eyes to examine the scenery.
"What, what's wrong?"
Jingfeng said with a smile, a little at a loss.
"Actually, I'm thinking...how to tell you." Bian Yue looked up at the sky with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Just say whatever you want, there's no need to think carefully about your words."
Jingfeng laughed and didn't care.
"Okay." Bian Yue turned around and walked, saying as he walked, "This matter has something to do with my Demonic Cult. The Demonic Cult has been running across the continent for hundreds of years, and one of the things it relies on is a magical weapon that is comparable to a holy weapon."
"That magic weapon was refined by the founder of the demon sect. It can capture people's hearts, especially those who have evil thoughts such as greed, anger, and ignorance. But the righteous way used it as an excuse to conquer our sect a hundred years ago, which greatly damaged the vitality of our demon sect. I have to cultivate and rejuvenate in secret.”
Jingfeng followed Bian Yue and listened silently. Suddenly Bian Yue turned around and said with an unhappy expression: "But just a few months ago, the magic weapon of the Demon Sect was stolen. The thief was a mysterious Tuxu realm Master, Jujiao is shocked. But these days, the sect’s informant has no other clues except that he tracked the thief to the north.”
"The leader ordered that if you really can't find it, you can only collect the materials to refine one again, and the White Nue Crown is one of them."
Jingfeng groped his chin, recalling the information Bian Yue had just revealed.
"Looking at you, do you have something you want to ask?" Bian Yue guessed Jingfeng's thoughts at a glance.
Jingfeng nodded and then asked: "If this magical weapon falls into the hands of evil people, wouldn't it cause chaos in the world?"
"Yes, so this matter is very urgent. Of course, the clues about the original magic weapon are still the most important thing."
Jingfeng was thoughtful and continued to ask: "What does that magical weapon look like?"
"A bell, all black, with a curse printed on it, called the 'Heart-eating and Soul-stealing Bell'!"
Jingfeng rolled his eyes and frowned slightly. He didn't know the name of the magical weapon, but he felt it was somehow familiar.
"Are you sure the magic weapon is black?"
"I'm pretty sure, I've seen it with my own eyes!"
Seeing Jingfeng's thoughtful look, Bian Yue felt a little hesitant and asked, "Could it be that...you know something?"
Jingfeng glanced at Bian Yue and did not answer. Instead, he asked, "You just said that the Heart-Eating Soul-Seizing Bell can capture people's souls. What will happen to the people who are controlled by it?"
Bian Yue's face suddenly turned cold, she lowered her eyebrows and stared at the ground beneath her feet, and said slowly: "It is said that you will lose your mind and feelings, become like a walking corpse, and the internal organs in your body will also be corroded by the evil spirit transformed from evil thoughts."
Looking at Jingfeng's solemn expression, Bian Yue added: "I only heard what the middle and senior leaders of the sect said. Because this magic weapon is too sinister, it has been hidden in the snow for many years. Now that such a terrifying thing is wandering outside, it must be done as soon as possible." Get it back!"
Jingfeng was shocked. Hearing Bian Yue's description, people controlled by the Heart-Eating Soul Seizing Bell would turn into flesh-and-blood puppets, which was very similar to the snitches that wreaked havoc in Beikai City.
"Sister Fairy, I..."
"I am not a vain person. Just call me Bian Yue. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Seeing that Jingfeng was hesitant to speak, Bian Yue spoke bluntly.
"Well, actually, as early as two months ago, when I was still in Beikai City, I saw some weird things, and I feel that they seem to be related to the heart-eating and soul-stealing bell you described."
He looked at Bian Yue's almond-shaped eyes and said seriously.
Bian Yue's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, seemingly in disbelief.
"Is everything you said true?"
"It's absolutely true. A few months ago, a thief appeared in Beikai City. He went around killing people. He was finally subdued by a group of masters. I originally wanted to follow him and fish in troubled waters, but something unexpected happened."
Bian Yue looked thoughtful and murmured: "I have heard about this, but I didn't think about it at all. But from what you said, it seems that it is not impossible for the Heart-Eating Soul-Seizing Bell to appear in Beikai City."
"I have fought against that snitch. As you said, he is indeed like a living person and has no pain. Moreover, the magic weapon he uses in his hand happens to be a bell."
"What?!"
Bian Yue's expression changed and her brows furrowed.
"But that magic weapon is yellow, and..." Jingfeng glanced at her and then looked away.
"And what?" Bian Yue asked hurriedly.
Jingfeng turned his head, recalled for a moment, and said, "That magic weapon seems a bit strange. I remember that when I fought with the snitch, I didn't get his magic weapon. Later, I found that the magic weapon appeared out of thin air in my hand. In the storage bag.”
Bian Yueliu frowned, but did not interrupt Jingfeng, but asked: "What happened next?"
"Later, I gave the bell to a friend, and he exchanged it with me for what I needed."
Bian Yue's face was cold, she put a hand on her forehead and gave Jingfeng a helpless look.
Jingfeng felt a little uncomfortable when Bian Yue looked at him. He suddenly thought of something and changed his mind and asked, "By the way, God... Bian Yue, I just thought of something. Do you understand?"
"tell me the story."
"Have you ever heard of...a demon?"
Hearing this, Bian Yue changed her previous cold expression, and now her face was as cold as ice.
"What's wrong?"
Jingfeng had never seen Bian Yue look like this before, and felt something was wrong, so he asked tentatively.
"Where did you hear that? Have you ever seen a demon?"
Jingfeng was a little confused, and Bian Yue looked like he was asking questions, which made Jingfeng a little panicked.
"I, I, I... I just heard about it, I have never seen it!"
In the end, Jingfeng still concealed something, and he felt that Bian Yue's reaction was too intense.
Bian Yue turned her head and took a deep look at Jingfeng, remaining silent.
Then, the half of the white Nue crown that was finally obtained was stuffed back into Jingfeng's hands.
"What are you doing?" Jingfeng was confused.
"The development of things is somewhat unexpected. I must go to Beikai City immediately! This Bai Nuoguan is no longer needed for the time being, so I will leave it to you first."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll use it?" Jingfeng joked.
Unexpectedly, Bian Yue ignored him and left without hesitation, leaving only a fragrant breeze in place.
"Hey, God...Bian Yue, how can we meet again?"
Jingfeng shouted in the direction where Bian Yue left.
There was no response this time, which made Jingfeng feel a little disappointed.
"That's all, why should we meet before? I'd better go home."
After comforting himself with a few words, Jingfeng went down the mountain and continued in the opposite direction.
The Bai Nuo storm in Shanzhang Mountain has passed. The dozen or so strong men on the mountain were all killed by the mountain lord Zhu Jian. Everyone at the foot of the mountain has gradually learned about it. Most of the spectators and those who wanted to fish in troubled waters have fled. The remaining few The princes, nobles, and elites of the sect who lost their guardians all left in disgrace.
Revenge is too unrealistic. After all, such a powerful mountain lord is simply not something they can shake.
Jingfeng walked past these people, feeling a little happy in his heart. They probably never imagined that Bai Nuoguan was in his storage bag at this moment.
Two days later, Liangxiang Village.
It was late autumn, the fallen leaves were turning yellow, and the cool breeze was blowing. It was a harvest scene in the village, and a neatly decorated cosmetics shop was also quite busy.
"Sister Jing, show me that box of moisturizing cream."
"Okay, Sister Zhang, please wait a moment."
"Sister Jing, do you have any other lipstick? Give it to me to try."
"Okay, I'll get it for you right away."
"The rouge effect last time was really good. The gentlemen in my family said I look ten years younger. Get me two more boxes!"
…………
A stunningly beautiful figure walked back and forth behind the counter, busy and busy, with a little sweat on her face, but always with a pleasant smile.
This stunning beauty was none other than Jing Jieying. She took out a piece of lipstick from behind the counter and handed it to a fair-skinned girl.
A fat woman next to her was putting rouge on her face. She turned her head and spoke to Jing Jieying: "Yingzi, I haven't seen your young master for a long time. Where has he been?"
Jing Jieying raised her smooth, jade-like arm to wipe away the sweat on her temples, and said with a smile: "I went out to practice by myself, you damn boy. It's been several months. Whether you're dead or alive, you won't even reply to a letter home." .”
"A good man has his ambitions in all directions, Yingzi, please be a little more open-minded. That bastard of mine eats and sleeps every day. If he cultivates as hard as your Jingfeng, I will wake up laughing even in my sleep!"
When Jing Jieying heard others praising Jingfeng, she was still very happy, but she didn't express it on her face. She just said modestly: "Hey, it's not as good as what you said. It will make me angry all day long."
"Sister Jing, bring me two boxes of thrush ink, and I'll bring some to the sisters in the next village."
Someone in the store squeezed to the counter and asked.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Jing Jieying raised her head and replied.
"How about it? Your business is so good that you can't handle it alone, right?" the fat woman said with a smile.
"It's a little bit, but I'm happy if the business is good."
After saying that, Jing Jieying bent down and opened the drawer and took out two boxes of rouge.
At this time, there was a commotion at the door of the store, and the originally bustling store suddenly became noisier.
"Wow, this guy is so handsome!"
"You look so young. Are you a young man from some family in the city?"
"Why does it look familiar to me?"
Jing Jieying was still busy getting what the customer needed. At this time, a figure in light fur and red walked through the crowded crowd and came to Jing Jieying. He skillfully took out two boxes of thrush ink from behind the counter and handed them to the customer. of guests.
"Please take the thrush ink you want."
Hearing the familiar voice, Jing Jieying was startled, and then she looked up and saw if it wasn't Jing Feng, who was it?
"Mom, I'm home."
