Peony looked around, looking at the thirty people below, her red lips parted slightly, "I am the master of the secret realm."
After the words fell, Peony transformed into a chair, and she sat down lazily, as soft as a bone.
The owner of the secret realm?!
Generally speaking, those who can create secret realms are powerful during their lifetime.
Of course, there is another possibility, and that is the great power that has ascended to the upper realm.
Many people's faces changed and became particularly ugly.
Does the owner of the secret realm still have consciousness that has not dissipated?!
"If you can relieve my obsession, I will let you leave. If not..." Mudan raised her hand to cover her lips and smiled sweetly, "You all have to stay with me."
One monk was so frightened that he couldn't think clearly. He stumbled and asked, "What, what do you mean?"
Peony smiled brightly, pointed her finger in a circle and said, "It means you are all going to die."
After the words fell, there was silence.
After a long, long time, Lan Qianxi stood up, raised her hand to salute the peony on the stage, and then asked, "Senior, what is your obsession?"
At this moment, Lan Qianxi is like the backbone of everyone.
Song Yizhi lowered his head and rubbed Xiao Xizi, as if he was staying aloof from the incident.
Mudan's eyes were confused for a moment. She looked up at the beams above her head. For a while, she seemed to mutter to herself, "What is my obsession? My obsession... peony, peony..., peony..."
Peony?
Looking at Peony who seemed to be trapped in a demon barrier, Lan Qianxi narrowed her eyes.
Mudan suddenly woke up. She looked directly at the people below, and her voice sounded a little anxious, "My peony, my peony is right here! Give me back my peony!"
When Lan Qianxi saw this, she quickly said, "Senior, don't worry, we will find your peony and return it to you right now!"
These words seemed to comfort Mudan, and she calmed down. She leaned back in the chair softly and looked at the sky with empty eyes, like a doll.
Lan Qianqian looked around and finally walked towards Song Yizhi.
"Senior Sister Song, why did you change your clothes?" Lan Qianqian did not directly say that Song Yizhi was Shaoyao. She was smart enough to look at other aspects and tactfully told others that Song Yizhi was most likely Shaoyao.
Song Yizhi stroked Xiao Xizi's long hair from time to time, and said lightly, "I like it."
Lan Qianqian hid the malice in her eyes and spoke out of curiosity, "But I remember that Senior Sister Song doesn't like such complicated clothes, and Senior Sister Song never wears white."
These two sentences directly made everyone's eyes fall on Song Yizhi.
Almost everyone is doubting whether Song Yizhi is Shaoyao.
Wei Ling, who was sitting on the side, had a ray of light on her back. She wanted to draw her sword and cut out Lan Qianxi's tongue.
But looking at the calm Song Yizhi, she suddenly felt at ease.
No big deal!
If these idiots dare to sacrifice Song Yizhi, she and Song Yizhi will kill them all!
As for the follow-up questions, let’s finish the killing first!
"I like it." Song Yizhi raised his eyelids and looked at Lan Qianqian, blurting out the words without even thinking about lying, "This dress is so beautiful, how could I not like it?"
Lan Qianqian didn't believe Song Yizhi's words. She pressed forward step by step, "What did senior say when he stopped Senior Sister Song just now?"
Song Yizhi's lips curved, "She said, you are so ugly."
Lan Qianxi, who had always been praised for her good looks, was suddenly scolded for being ugly, and her expression froze for a moment.
Wei Ling twitched the corners of his lips, wanting to laugh but feeling that the atmosphere was inappropriate.
Lan Minjun, who was sitting in the corner, raised his hand to support his cheek, looking at Song Yizhi's cold and venomous expression, the corners of his mouth curled up in a pleasant arc.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man jumped out and pointed at Song Yizhi with a sharp voice, "I remember! When I came in, I heard the senior calling her Peony! She is Peony! Let's offer her up quickly!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone stared at Song Yizhi, as if they wanted to tie him up and throw him on the stage.
The joy in Lan Qianqian's eyes flashed away.
"Senior Sister Song, for everyone's safety, why don't you go up there yourself?" Lan Qianqian's clear and gentle voice sounded.
The others didn't say anything, but they all had the same idea as Lan Qianxi.
Lan Minjun, who was sitting on the side, raised his hands to support his chin and watched Lan Qianqian jump up and down.
What a clown.
"Do you have any evidence?" Song Yizhi raised his eyes, his calm eyes falling on the middle-aged man, "What evidence do you have to prove that I am Shaoyao?"
The middle-aged man pointed at Song Yizhi and shouted, "I heard it, I heard it with my own ears. This is the evidence!"
Song Yizhi raised his finger and pointed at Lan Qianqian, and said slowly, "But I heard that is not the case. Senior said that this is the Shaoyao girl she is looking for."
The middle-aged man looked stiff.
Lan Qianqian's eyes darkened.
The man's unusual reaction was seen by many people.
Looking at the calm and unhurried Song Yizhi and the middle-aged man with strange reactions, many people still choose to believe Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi sneered and said, "Actually, you didn't hear anything at all. You just wanted to push someone out to die."
This sentence directly poked the man's heart.
It is true that what Song Yizhi said was what the man was thinking. He just wanted to follow Lan Qianqian's words and push someone out to die alone, and then keep them safe.
"We have branches that are bright and moving. She is obviously a peony, but how can she look like a peony?" Wei Ling said, then she pointed at Lan Qianqian, "Don't you think this elegant and graceful girl looks more like a peony?"
Seeing those people's eyes falling on her, Lan Qianqian's eyes darkened and she said, "Senior Sister Song, I wonder if you can explain why you are wearing this dress."
Her intuition told her that there must be something wrong with Song Yizhi's dress.
It's a pity that she doesn't know these fabrics as well as Wei Ling, otherwise she would definitely find that Song Yizhi's skirt is very similar to the red skirt of Peony.
Song Yizhi stretched out a hand, her broad sleeves were light and flowing, her smile was a bit mocking, "Do you want to touch it? Of course, this material is more expensive than water tensi. If you can afford it, I can let you touch it."
The image of being punished instantly appeared in Lan Qianqian's mind. She resisted the urge to tremble and tried to adjust her mood. She hated Song Yizhi even more.
Water Tencel? Make clothes?!
Who is this?!
Many monks were confused, and then looked at Song Yizhi in surprise.
A single piece of Water Tencel is priceless. This female cultivator actually uses Water Tencel to weave fabrics into clothes?
What is her origin?!
Suddenly, a monk rushed towards Song Yizhi, with the scimitar in his hand aimed at her throat.
Song Yizhi suppressed Wei Ling's sword-drawing hand, and her body leaned back slightly when the scimitar was about to reach her neck.
Then, a short knife appeared in her hand and was directly inserted into the monk's body.
"Puff—"
Song Yizhi looked at the man with wide eyes and an expression of disbelief. The curvature of the corner of his mouth deepened a little, and the blade of the knife advanced a little further.
After confirming that the man was dead, Song Yizhi drew out his short knife and used his spiritual power to send the body farther away.
Seeing the blood splattered on his hands and sleeves, Song Yizhi frowned, feeling a little disgusted.
Wei Ling pinched the Jue and threw the Dust Removal Jue on Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi smiled at Wei Ling.
Without Song Yizhi opening his mouth, Wei Ling stood up and walked around the table, then plundered the monk's valuables.
Song Yizhi held the short knife and turned it around in a circle. The movement was beautiful but also concealed murderous intent.