The first goddess of pride

"Don't look for it, I'm right in your palm?" The voice was playful and lazy.

It was only then that Mu Xianning remembered the existence of the Soul-Blood Demon, and suddenly raised her hand, the Soul-Blood Demon was still embedded in her palm, like a drop of water, with a small hole for threading a rope on top of the round water drop. , but at this moment it looks like the eyes of Soulblood Moluo.

As if in response to her question, the luster of the jade itself surged undercurrents, and the bloody color inside kept rolling, as if it had a soul.

It was only then that Mu Xianning realized why this voice was so familiar. It was the voice that disappeared from her ears when she devoured hundreds of spirit beasts.

"Who are you? Show up." Mu Xianning's voice was so cold that there was no warmth in it. She always kept a cold distance from strangers and did not easily cross the line.

"Tsk tsk, you're such an arrogant girl to talk to your benefactor who saved you, but I like it." The voice just finished.

A trace of red gunpowder smoke actually ignited from the small hole in the scarlet blood jade in the palm of Mu Xianning's palm, and as a faint smoke was emitted, a trace of bloody smell condensed in the air, filling the entire space. Ascending, there is actually a silhouette of an image, but its lower body, like the genie of Aladdin's magic lamp, is buried in the round hole of the rough jade like a wisp of gunpowder smoke, as if he is the soul lodged in the jade.

The outline became clearer and clearer, and Mu Xianning could clearly see that it was a man with red hair. The red hair was soft and flowing, as soft as a red flame, and seemed to be alive.His face was so fair that it was almost transparent when looking at him. That charming face was full of beauty, and his eyes were soft and charming. It seemed that the moment he saw it, his soul was taken away. Tightening, looking at his red pupils vigilantly.

Beautiful men, like beautiful women, are a great evil.

In this magical continent, which is different from modern times, anything can happen, but with Princess Qingyue's common sense, and the experience she has been outside for a few days, she doesn't know whether the figure in front of her is a human or a ghost.

As if hearing Mu Xianning's deepest voice, the red-haired man smiled softly, "I'm a soul." If he wasn't dressed in a man's attire, it wouldn't be strange for him to be a woman.

"Who the hell are you? Have you been lurking in Soulblood Demon Luoli?" Mu Xianning really couldn't think of when he followed her.

"I've been sleeping in the Soul Blood Demon Luo, can you wake me up?" the man said, frowning helplessly.

Mu Xianning raised her eyebrows and stared at him in displeasure, and was extremely wary of the man who came out of the Soul Blood Demon.

"If you hadn't woken me up, I wouldn't have woken up either, but I still have to thank you. If I hadn't devoured so many spirit beasts, I wouldn't have been able to break through the confinement in one go and come outside the Soulblood Moro in the form of a soul." .” The man said, looking around with nostalgia.

"Tsk tsk, I seem to have been imprisoned for a long time, and the style of this building has changed so much."

"Close?" Mu Xianning seemed to understand something, stood up, and the red-haired man fluttered with her movements.

"You already have the Soul Blood Demon, yet you still don't know why? Haha, that's really strange." The man smiled, his smile was so dazzling that the blooming flowers in the room lost their color.