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Chapter 220: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 39

It was as if, several times when I confessed my feelings to her, she rejected them indifferently.

Ten days ago, I went to the Underworld to discuss the war with Ye Xuan. I accidentally passed by the Priest's Hall. I suddenly recalled the night when we slept in the same bed, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Obviously, that was his experience as "Lin Zhou", but the memories and emotions were particularly profound, as if he was standing next to the coffin and looking at the woman under the moonlight.

The person who was like a snow lotus on an iceberg showed favoritism and pampering to the young man in the dark night, so much so that he could not extricate himself from it again and again.

Even lost his life for it.

"Your stuff? Is it the weed or the sword?"

Jingrong's voice suddenly became deep: "Are all of you monks so hypocritical and despicable? On the surface, you appear to be noble and upright, but in reality, you are willing to hurt people's lives for your own selfish reasons!"

Shi Qingyun was calm and indifferent, sitting still, "If I'm not mistaken, Lord Demon is talking about me."

Jingrong leaned his body sideways with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was snorting coldly.

"Is it because of Lin Zhou?"

She continued, her tone calm and confident.

As soon as she finished speaking, a stream of demonic energy suddenly shot towards her. Shi Qing quickly dodged, and the tables and chairs were scattered all over the floor.

When I looked back again, the man had stood up. He was tall, with long and strong legs, and was slowly walking down the stairs.

Stepping on the swaying candlelight, he walked towards her step by step in dark gold and black boots, his eyes hidden in the shadows, his expression obscure and unclear.

"Can you say that again?"

The voice was low and contained subtle danger. The atmosphere was cold and silent, filled with murderous intent.

Shi Qing seemed unaware, his eyebrows slightly raised, and asked back: "Isn't it? You and Lin Zhou——"

Before she could finish, the man suddenly attacked.

Shi Qing reacted very quickly and raised his right arm to defend himself, then took the opportunity to jump to a farther place and stand still.

The blood visibly soaked his sleeves, dripped down his fingers hanging by his side, and soon formed a red streak on the ground.

My arms were still trembling, and waves of numbness spread along my forearms into my body, and a taste of rust rose in my throat.

Shi Qing swallowed it without changing his expression, glanced at the blood on the ground, and smiled:

"It is said that monks are hypocritical and demons are straightforward, but in my opinion, this statement is not necessarily good."

"Master Demon Lord starts a fight when he disagrees with someone. This doesn't seem to be the first time. To put it nicely, it's his true nature. To put it bluntly, it's a shameless sneak attack and a despicable villain."

Jingrong sneered, "You are the same, aren't you? To kill someone secretly, how despicable and filthy."

As he spoke, he attacked again, with demonic energy coming out one after another, like spreading sand for free.

As Shi Qing dodged, the blood flowed into a line following her movements.

"Master Demon is so angry? Is it really because of Lin Zhou?"

Although the man's expression did not change, his attack became more fierce, and his demonic energy turned into a knife slashing at him.

Shi Qing was just defending, hiding here and there, with a nimble body, and narrowly avoiding the evil spirit every time.

Jingrong looked impatient. He advocated force and hated sneaky people. The reason why he captured her but didn't kill her was to be able to take revenge openly.

"If you have the ability, then fight head-on. What's the point of hiding?"

Shi Qing tapped her toes forward and landed nimbly behind him, the hem of her skirt spinning like a flower.

She turned around, covered her bleeding finger, and said with a smile: "Then Lord Demon must be prepared."

At the same time, she formed a seal with her hands, and powerful spiritual power rushed out from her fingertips. The bloodstains on the ground exuded cold air, and in an instant they turned into thick chains of ice and snow that formed a circle, successfully trapping the man inside.