Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Blood overflowed from under his head and rushed in all directions.

Lu Ke looked at this scene in shock.

He had long known that Jiaoyang knew martial arts, but he never knew that her inner strength was so deep, and that she still followed such a domineering and evil path.

He always thought that when she traveled around the world, she mainly used medical skills and poisoning, supplemented by martial arts.

This was the first time Lu Ke saw Jiaoyang killing people in such a cruel way, and he killed her just as she said, leaving no room for reaction. Although the eight masters were defenseless against her, they were completely unable to resist her!

He scolded sternly and in disbelief: "Jiaoyang, what on earth are you doing!"

The corners of Jiaoyang's mouth curled up, and she turned her head and met Yun Tangzhi's eyes. He understood clearly and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood that she had accidentally stained on her hand.

While wiping the blood, Jiaoyang looked at Lu Ke with a smile on her face, her eyes were very innocent: "Senior Lu, I don't understand what you are saying. Jiaoyang is just a weak woman, and I only understood it by chance. How can you kill people with some Kung Fu skills?"

Lu Ke was stunned for a moment. The contrast was too great. After hearing her words, he couldn't react for a while.

But at this time, Jiaoyang walked into him step by step, her eyes gradually filled with turbulent malice, which was extremely strange and strange.

This was something he had never seen in her before. Lu Ke looked at her in shock. At the same time, his eyes accidentally caught the death of the eight masters lying on the ground.

Blood flowers bloomed one by one on the heads of several people, which were marks formed by five fingers. The fingers dug into his head and formed five bloody holes, which looked like a coquettish blood flower.

Just now, blood was oozing out, and some more disgusting things came out, but the mark couldn't be seen. Now the blood flow has slowed down a bit, and when the appearance of the "blood flowers" is clearly seen, each one is actually extremely healthy.

Withered hands.

Lu Ke's pupils tightened.

Why. Why did Jiaoyang make the demon sect Yi Fuling's withered hand?

An answer gradually emerged in his heart, but he subconsciously resisted and did not want to believe it.

This is impossible

"Oh, as for these eight people"

Jiaoyang lowered her head, followed Lu Ke's gaze, and looked as if she had suddenly realized that there were eight dead people lying here. Those who didn't know it really thought that their deaths had nothing to do with her.

"Did I remember it wrong?"

She lowered her head and touched the blood on the ground with her fingers. As she looked at it, she suddenly laughed again.

She turned back to look at Yun Tangzhi, smiling brightly. Then in front of Lu Ke, he ruthlessly poured dirty water on him again.

"Aren't these people killed by you, Uncle Lu?"

Lu Ke looked at her in disbelief. He suddenly picked up the sword in his hand and placed it across her neck.

His fingers were trembling, and his eyes had turned scarlet: "Who on earth are you!"

At this time, there were more footsteps outside the door, and more martial arts people had rushed over. After seeing this scene, they were heartbroken and shouted angrily to stop: "Lu Ke, you piece of shit, stop it! You're kidding a weak woman!" What a skill!"

The corners of Jiaoyang's lips curled up, her back turned to them, with a look of success in her eyes. Then, taking advantage of this moment, he smeared the blood that had just been in his hand on the sword and his clothes, creating the illusion that Lu Ke had killed those people.

As long as she thinks about it, she can reverse right and wrong in minutes.

Lu Ke accepted all this rashly and was close to losing his mind, unable to care about so many people.

"Why. Why." He could only keep repeating and mumbling this sentence.

She deserves to die. She really deserves to die. She had committed so many crimes, she had to die after doing all of this, she had been lying to him all along. But why... At this point, he was still comforting himself over and over again in his heart, maybe there was some misunderstanding, maybe she had other difficulties.

He was really hopeless. Even though he knew this, the sword in his hand could not be pushed forward at all. Even just pointing at her neck like this, he had exhausted all his strength.

His last dignity now is to prevent the sword in his hand from falling.

Suddenly at this moment, he hated himself and the sword in his hand.