"I am not as carefree as the Precept Protector. I just want to know what my mission is? Is it... that I am asked to lead troops to fight against the demon world in advance?"
Jie Hufa supported his arms and raised his eyes to look at him.
"Didn't you think of this? Well, I'm not asking you to fight the demon world, but I'm giving you a different mission."
Hao Lan narrowed his eyes curiously and frowned in confusion.
"What do you mean? You don't want me to kill the Demon King?"
"That's right."
The precepts protector admitted this matter straight to the point, with no trace of ripples in his calm eyes.
"The Demon King will have someone to deal with him, and you only need to deal with one person, and that person is..."
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On the path in the wilderness, a woman hurriedly walked with staggering steps, and blood stains on her chest continuously overflowed from her fingers. Everywhere she passed was shocking.
The internal injuries reached the limit. She suddenly stopped and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Yanzhi looked at her hands in disbelief as her blurred vision overlapped. She knew that she had missed the best opportunity to seize the body and was about to die soon.
She slowly clenched her fists, her bloody eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. She knew very well that if they hadn't stopped her again and again, how would she have ended up like this.
She doesn't want to die yet. She has been working hard all her life, but how can she achieve nothing? It is even more impossible, and she will not let Die Xiaoyue live a satisfactory life.
Even if she really goes to hell, she will leave Die Xiaoyue with a lifelong nightmare. Let her be frightened, regretful, and live in pain for the rest of her life, unable to extricate herself!
Thinking like this, she instantly cheered up and walked forward with perseverance. She urged herself again and again that she would never fall down at this moment.
However, the clear laughter that suddenly came from the air made her widen her eyes and look around her with vigilance.
"Who...who is smiling there!"
"ha……"
The ghost flew in the sky, and at the moment when she didn't know the illusion, a slender woman suddenly appeared in front of Rouge. She was wearing a red inner shirt and a suppressive and rich black gauze dress, swaying in the wind, and her hazy eyes were under the white mask.
It was as cold as the snow on the mountains, and a feeling of oppression that was not angry but powerful swept over him in an instant.
Rouge shuddered unconsciously, still feeling a little wary about the indifferent woman in front of her.
"Who are you? Why did you suddenly block the road?"
The woman didn't say a word, but slowly approached her step by step. The slow rhythm seemed to be walking on her heart, making her nervous every time.
"What on earth are you going to do? You and I have never met each other, and we have no blood feud. I advise you not to get into trouble."
"Do you want revenge?"
The woman stood proudly, looking down at the trembling rouge in front of her eyes, and raised her lips in a sneer.
"Come with me, and you will have this opportunity to fulfill your long-cherished wish."
"Why should I trust you?"
Rouge was still a little surprised at first, but soon her face showed a hint of doubt.
"Don't think that if you say this, I will believe it. I, Rouge, am not that stupid."
"Oh, is it so?"
The woman chuckled lightly, turned her palms, and suddenly the microphone appeared in front of her eyes.
"After reading this, you will understand everything."