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Feng Ling Jue coughed dryly, and glanced at Shen Qingchen with an indistinct gaze, before speaking unhurriedly, "Of course it's to act the highest in terms of martial arts!"

He deliberately raised his voice.

Wen Lan and Dai Ze looked towards Shen Qingchen at the same time.

His body was slender, his waist was slender and narrow, his skin was fair, and his lips cold. There wasn't much blood on his face, his facial features were picturesque, and his eyelashes were long.

He could not help but gulp down his saliva. He quickly lowered his head, and a flush appeared on his face.

However, even though he said that, he was looking forward to Shen Qingchen's female attire!

Shen Qingchen looked at Feng Lingjue and he felt a cold feeling assaulting him. Feng Lingjue gave a dry cough, "This way, it'll also be safer."

He was really speaking nonsense.

Dai Ze and Wen Lan looked at Shen Qingchen, waiting for his response.

"True."

Shen Qingchen looked up, his gaze unperturbed. He replied indifferently, causing Dai Ze and Wen Lan to suck in a cold breath.

"I think that Feng Lingjue is very suitable."

Suddenly, Shen Qingchen said this.

Feng Ling Jue instantly froze.

Dai Ze burst out laughing, while holding onto his stomach, he patted Feng Lingju's shoulder, and said without a care in the world, "That's right, Feng Lingjue, you're just born with a pretty boy, who's more suitable than you to play the role of a woman?"

The smile on Feng Lingju's face froze as he slowly came to his senses. He then flung Dai Ze's hand away, "Go, go, this young master won't play the part of a woman."

What a joke, for a dignified a generation of Devil Monarch like him to play the part of a woman?

"I also think that the Junior Martial Brother Ling is quite suitable."

Wen Lan said slowly, but no matter what, he still felt a little vengeful.

Feng Ling Jue's temples throbbed wildly. Crap, he was obviously trying to scheme against Shen Qingchen, but what is this supposed to be? To strike back?

"Could it be that you're scared?"

Shen Qingchen's words did not stop there.

The provocation had always been against Feng Ling Jue, so when Feng Ling Jue heard him, he sneered, "How could I be afraid? It's just a mere little demon … "Yes."

With that, he came to his senses and regretted it.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Shen Qingchen said calmly, and then directly turned and left.

"…"

Feng Ling Jue was in a mess in the wind.

Dai Ze came over, patted his shoulder, and said with a heavy face. "For the sake of the common people, I, your little brother, am willing to sacrifice myself."

Feng Lingjue's face sank. He felt that this fool should just shut his mouth.

"Don't worry, I will find someone to dress you up beautifully."

Finally, Dai Ze unwittingly added on.

Feng Ling Jue turned around and smiled faintly towards Dai Ze. Then, he slowly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve.

Dai Ze's scalp tingled, he immediately hid behind Wen Lan: "Thirteenth Senior Brother, save me!"

"Come, come, come. Idiot, come out. I'll have a good play with you."

Feng Lingjue said with a beaming smile, but a cold dagger was revealed in his hand, which was very frightening.

The sky had already darkened, and the nights of Mausoleum City were very lively. It was full of songs and dances, with lanterns and decorations everywhere. In such a bustling and noisy city, it was truly impossible to find any signs of demons occupying this place.

On the street, a few men walked into the tavern side by side. They were smiling and talking about something. Their voices were loud and their stature was tall.

They rushed into the tavern and found an empty table to sit at. Someone stood up and shouted, "waiter, bring five catties of wine and ten catties of meat."

The voice was loud enough to pierce the eardrums of the people in the tavern, but these people were usually the bullies of the city. No one dared to say anything, so they could only pretend not to hear it.

"Come on everyone, five catties of wine and ten catties of meat."

waiter brought a few wine jars and a large plate of meat to the table. He was very careful as he was afraid that he would offend them.

The meat and wine were served. A man with a knife scar on his face picked up a jar of wine and gulped it down. It looked extravagant. The others praised him profusely, "Big brother has good alcohol tolerance!

The knife-scarred man who was called Big Brother laughed out loud.

"Big brother, this kind of heroic gift should have beauties beside it!"

Someone said in a flattering tone.

Hearing this, the thin lips under the veil pursed up slightly, disdainfully raising it.

"Beauty?"

The knife-scarred man quickly noticed a slender figure sitting in a corner with her back facing them. He swallowed his saliva, and wiped the wine in his mouth with his hand. Then, his eyes lit up as he stood up, "Isn't there a beauty?"

Everyone followed the scarred man's line of sight and was immediately stunned. Although it was just the back of his figure, it was enough to make one's imagination run wild.

"Big brother has good eyes."

They immediately stood up. The knife-scarred man licked his lips and walked towards the 'beauty'.

As he got closer, he saw that the "beauty" was dressed in a red robe, with thin skin and white skin, holding onto a wine cup with a white and slender hand, as if she was made out of jade. Her hair was black and down, her hair was black, her hair was tied up in a bun, and on her face was a white veil, revealing a pair of seductive and captivating eyes.

"This lady is drinking alone?"

When the knife-scarred man saw this, an evil fire rose up from his stomach. He smacked his dry and tasteless mouth as he stared at the "beauty".

The others were also dumbfounded.

The beauty did not say anything. She turned her head and glanced at the scarred man. Her eyes were sharp like a sword and cold like ice.

With just a glance, the Knifescar fellow felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt. His entire body went limp and he lost all his strength, falling backwards. Fortunately, his underlings managed to catch him in time.

"So fierce."

The knife-scarred man swallowed his saliva and became even more interested in this beauty. He stood up straight and saw that the beauty did not speak, so he said, "Miss, come. Let your brother see your beautiful face."

As he spoke, he extended his hand towards the veil covering the beauty's face.

Her beautiful eyebrows knitted together as the killing intent appeared in her eyes.

The knife-scarred man was excited, when his hand was not far from the veil, a burst of cold suddenly rushed out from his fingertips, causing his scalp to go numb, his body becoming stiff, only to see a long sword blocking his hand, the sword body releasing a chill, and a cold Qi immediately swept over.

He turned his head stiffly. The person holding the sword was a man in white clothes with an expressionless face. His body was spotless and clean. His pair of calm eyes were emitting a faint coldness.

A chill ran up his spine, and the knife-scarred man trembled. He knew that he should not provoke this man and swallowed his saliva.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]