Chapter 702
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Shen Wanqing snorted coldly and waved her sleeves. Her expression was cold and indifferent. "I can walk by myself. Don't touch me."
Looking at their departing figures, Zhou Xiaoxing came back to his senses in a daze. His eyes were full of surprise. "Sect Master, this is …"
The sect master glanced at him with a touch of coldness in his gentle expression. "Let's go. Aren't the group of people outside impatient for me to give an explanation?"
…
After that, a piece of news came out from Shengshi Immortal Sect in the afternoon.
It was said that the demoness who had cruelly killed her master a hundred years ago had been locked up in the dungeon of Shengshi Immortal Sect.
Three days later, on the Zhu Immortal Altar, she would be punished with thousands of arrows piercing her heart and being burned to death by fire to give everyone an explanation.
For the people who knew the news, this matter had already become a topic of discussion after their meals.
In a certain restaurant sponsored by Little Pomelo.
"Hey, have you all heard? That Shen Wanqing has been arrested! I heard that she will be publicly executed in three days! "
"Well done! This kind of cruel demoness should be killed by everyone! "
"If you ask me, this demoness should have been killed long ago! You see, it's because they didn't kill her back then, and now they have cultivated a great devil. What is going on! "
"Do you think that Shengshi Immortal Sect released the news of Shen Wanqing's murder to lure her disciple into the trap? When the time comes, all the Immortal Sects will join forces to arrest the great devil?"
"It's hard to say. The great devil of the Devil Clan must be a cruel, bloody, and ferocious person. Is this kind of beast who only knows how to kill people the kind of person who is nostalgic and sentimental? "
"Tsk tsk … If the great devil is not eliminated and the Devil Clan is not destroyed, the Immortal Cultivation World will not be peaceful."
"…"
The discussion of the neighboring seats kept coming over.
"Kacha —"
The teacup in his hand was clenched tightly by his five fingers and shattered in an instant.
The fragments of the teacup turned into pieces of various sizes and deeply pierced into the youth's palm. Scarlet blood dripped from the palm of his hand drop by drop and mixed with the tea, dying a large patch of red.
"Wang —" Seeing this, the people next to him were worried and wanted to stop him.
Bai Chi had already let go of his hand that was holding the shard. He pursed his lips and stood up.
The young man was dressed in black and had a cloak wrapped around him. A loose hat was placed on his head, covering most of his face, only revealing a pale and cold chin.
His expression was dark and gloomy, and his lips were tightly pursed. They were icy cold and carried a sinister terror.
Before he left, he left behind a sentence, "Those who gossip can be crippled."
The person who stayed behind replied respectfully, "Yes."
After leaving the inn, Bai Chi walked down the street with his hat covering his face. He lowered his head and walked silently.
Suddenly, he heard the voice of someone selling candied haws.
Bai Chi's footsteps suddenly stopped. He slowly raised his head, revealing half of his face under the black hat.
His eyes were long and narrow, and his dark blue pupils carried a touch of coldness and bewitchment. His expression was very indifferent and cold.
He raised his head and looked at the old grandpa selling candied haws in front of him and walked over.
"Give me that stick of candied haws." He walked in front of the old grandpa and said in a low voice.
"Oh, okay!" The old grandpa did not care about Bai Chi's mysterious clothes. When he heard Bai Chi's words, he smiled and replied.
After taking the candied haws and paying the money, Bai Chi turned and left.
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