Chapter 43 Butterfly Dance Soul (12)

"Haven't killed those people yet?"

"Yes, Wang. Lord Dieji, she..."

"say."

"She reunited with her own sister."

The chess pieces in his hand stopped halfway, and Yin Shuo frowned and thought for a while before he understood.

Sister? Is that the saint of the butterfly dance?

The white chess piece was firmly placed somewhere on the chessboard, and he raised the corners of his mouth disdainfully.

"So what should we do now?" The bodyguard asked, "Do you want to send other people to kill those guys?"

"No."

Yin Shuo picked up the black chess again, looked at the white chess he had just put down, and began to think about the way of black chess.

"About those people outside, cleaning up the portal is much more important than them."

"Well, Wang...what do you mean?"

"We demons will never allow the existence of traitors."

"Please order!"

"No, this time, I'll go by myself."

The guard looked a little surprised. He asked, "It's just to clean up the traitor. Wang, why do you have to do it yourself?"

"Soul-grabbing butterfly girl." Yin Shuo picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip. His eyebrows were taken for granted: "If her life is taken away by someone else, where will you put my face as the owner?"

*

Sitting at the door, Fengling gently wiped her sword body with a white cloth. Although she has no internal strength now, she often takes care of the sword.

That's always ready to kill Yin Shuo!

Murong Xue sat in the room, fiddling with the strings with her fingers, with a faint smile on her mouth, as if she was not surprised by the wind chime's behavior.

However, there is one thing he wants to know.

"Fengling girl, why do you want to kill His Royal Highness the Demon King?" After following Fengling for so long, he could fully feel that His Royal Highness was very good to this woman.

"He killed my third brother." Fengling gritted his teeth and said, "That demon scum, he promised me before and let him go, but he secretly killed him behind my back!" ...There is no impenetrable wall in this world. If you want to know, you can't do it unless you don't do it.

"Three brothers?" At the sound of the piano, Murong Xue asked again, "Can you tell me the third brother of Fengling girl what his name is?"

"Lin Zhulang."

"Lin Zhulang of the demon family?"

"Do you know?"

"Ah, there is no demon who doesn't know. And your third brother is also famous. Saying this, he paused for a moment and then looked at Fengling: "Are you... the demon-killer?"

After wiping the sword in his hand, Fengling put it into the scabbard in front of him and looked back at Murong Xue.

"Yes."

"So you are Lin Fengling? That Lin Fengling, which scares many demon compatriots? Murong Xue was a little in an uproar. He always thought it was the same name... Moreover, if it was a demon-killer...

Lowing his head, he muttered in disbelief:

"I didn't expect... the first demon queen of our demon clan... turned out to be our sworn enemies, the demon-killer..."

"The demon queen? Humph, don't dream. I didn't say I wanted to be your demon queen.

Murong Xue sorted out her soft hair with her hand, stood up and walked towards the wind bell.

"Why? His Royal Highness is so excellent that I don't know how many women want to be with him. Why do you?

"I said that he killed my third brother, and I will use his life to worship my brother's spirit in heaven."

Stopping behind Fengling, Murong Xue suddenly patted her forehead with her hand.

"Look at my memory!"

"Hmm?" The wind chime turned back.

Murong Xue sat down beside her, and the wind blew, and a faint fragrance came into the nose of the wind chime.

"Fengling girl, I just wanted to tell you that if it was Lin Zhulang, I saw it on the day of Lin Zhulang's death."

turned his head suddenly, and Fengling's expression became heavy in an instant.

"Enough, don't talk about your brother anymore."

"Wind Chime Girl? ......”

"Don't open my scar again." The wind chimes stood up and walked far away.

"Miss Fengling, don't you want to know the truth?"

The footsteps never stopped, and the corners of the woman's plain skirt flew gently.

"People were not killed by His Royal Highness the Demon King."

The figure suddenly stopped.

"I saw the person who killed Lin Zhulang that night, dressed in red. And Your Highness, you know that he only wears purple clothes.

The pupil gradually dilated, and Fengling looked at the courtyard door in front of him. He didn't react for a moment, but he was still arguing:

"Don't lie to me! Obviously, people on the street say... the people killed by the demon king..."

"What else? Windbell girl, you should have heard that they said that His Royal Highness the Demon King killed people in order to rob money and scraped all the silver on the man's body when he left - do you think it's possible?

lowered his head slightly, and the wind chime didn't say anything.

"If Miss Fengling doesn't believe it, she can go to the city to find the watchman that night. He can prove that the guy who stole money and killed people is indeed wearing red clothes.

"And, maybe... that night the demon king, he... changed his clothes..."

Her voice is getting weaker and weaker, and Fengling knows that this reason, not to mention Murong Xue, even herself, does not believe it.

"Miss Fengling, in fact, the day you assassinated His Royal Highness... He told you that it was not him, right?"

The heart beats quietly, and the wind chime slowly raised its head and looked at the blue sky.

Ah, right? The night she lost her mind, Yin Shuo did tell her, "It's not me."

It's just that she will never believe it.

"Actually, you should have heard of His Royal Highness the Demon King. No matter how unreasonable it is, as long as someone accuses him, even if he didn't do it, he won't explain it.

Her whereabouts are erratic, and her personality is uncertain. She knows such a demon king and disdains to explain it at all. It doesn't matter. Just carry it on your back. No matter how cruel others scold him, what can you do about him?

"However, he is willing to put down his self-esteem and explain it to Fengling. I think Fengling should really be very important for the demon king."

Is it very important...? There was a trace of doubt in Fengling's eyes. If she remember correctly, the first meeting with the demon king should be the rich son who spent 10,000 taels to buy her **. Is it important for her to have such a short intersection?

took a deep breath. She felt that she didn't want this problem now, about the third brother--

It's again... Gallo!

That demon! ...Kill the whole Lin family, and finally kill her only relative...

It must not be forgiven...bastard!!!

He ran forward, and the wind chime opened the door of the yard and rushed to Yin Shuo's yard.

The purple figure was still playing chess and felt someone coming from afar. He turned his head and saw the wind bell rushing this way at a very fast speed and suddenly standing in front of the demon king. She reached out and patted the stone table fiercely, stared at the demon king, and gasped heavily.

Yin Shuo looked at her and didn't know what kind of madness she was.

After swallowing his saliva, Fengling picked up the teacup on the table and drank it, and then put it heavily on the stone table.

"Return my internal strength!"

"No."

"I must return my internal strength!"

"No way."

"You said you would kill Gallo for me!"

"I said that."

"Then you can return my internal strength!!!"

"I will kill him after we get married."

"Let's get married now! Immediately! Immediately!"

"Well." Yin Shuo was slightly stuned.

"Return my internal strength, I'll go with you!"

"You said... you said you wanted to marry me now?"

"That's right."

"You proposed to marry me?"

"That's right."

"Now?"

"That's right."

A surprise flashed on Yin Shuo's face. He stood up, took Feng Ling's hand, and said happily, "Let's go. Let's get married."