The Venerable Demon Strikes! Xing'er, Follow Me As I Crush Everything! (2)

"A maid?"

Cen Xing'er widened her beautiful eyes and muttered this word repeatedly, not understanding it at all.

After a long time, her eyes lit up as she asked tentatively…

"Is the maid still a servant?"

"Yes, but… it's different from the previous abnormal servant status. You have to have your own independent personality! Do you understand?"

Bai Feng explained, "It's a little similar to… helping me take care of my daily needs."

All he could do now was to slowly guide the girl back on track.

"Ah."

Cen Xing'er counted on her fingers and thought for a moment. Suddenly, she said, "In short, Xing'er is still Master's loyal servant, right?"

"Yes." Bai Feng nodded helplessly.

"Yes, I understand!"

In an instant, Cen Xing'er seemed to have received the favor of a god. She smiled through her tears. "In order to show that things are different from before, Xing'er should also change the way I address myself!"

"Xing'er's name has the word "star" and she is Master's slave, why not call her…"

"Star Slave!"

The girl's big eyes were sparkling. "From now on, Xing'er will be the Star Slave who takes care of Master's daily needs!"

Bai Feng: oh…

…

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Demon Suppression Tower, Black Water Mountain, forbidden grounds of the True Martial Sword Sect.

In the guard room at the top of the tower.

A tall and proud woman in a black bodysuit held a blood-stained sword in her right hand and a pitch-black ancient treasure chest in her left hand as she slowly stepped forward.

She casually walked over the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the ground with her slender legs.

She finally came to the corner of a wall and stood in front of three trembling white-bearded old men.

"Feng Lixue! I shouldn't have trusted you so easily and allowed you to enter the tower!"

"So you're the traitor of the demonic path! Your master, Cangsong Sword Saint, was really blind to have accepted you as a disciple!"

"Demoness! You have no morals! If you have the guts, remove the Gu poison in my body. Use your two hands to break one of my fingers! If you win, I'll tell you everything!"

The three old men huddled together and cursed. Their faces were filled with grievance and hatred.

"Pfft~"

Feng Lixue swept her long hair away, revealing a beautiful, fair, and smiling face.

"The three deacons really wasted your long lives."

"You've already said that I'm a member of the demonic path, yet you still think that I'll fight you fair and square?"

"Hmph! Demoness! Kill us if you have the guts! The three of us are the most experienced deacons of the True Martial Sword Sect. Even the sectmaster has to give us face when he sees us! Once we die, you will be exterminated even if you escape to the ends of the earth!"

The leader of the group, a skinny deacon with a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks, shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking.

Pfft.

A sharp cold light flashed.

The skinny deacon's head rolled down!

"Demoness! What a vicious demoness!"

Seeing this, the other two elders wailed loudly with fear on their faces.

"I've never heard such an outrageous request."

Feng Lixue sneered and placed the sandalwood treasure chest in her arms on the ground. "Alright, now that I've helped Deacon Ma fulfill his wish, what do the two of you say? Are you still unwilling to hand over the key to the Thousand Chance Box that contains the Sacred Cangming Artifact?"

The two elders looked at each other with hesitant expressions, but they remained silent.

Until—

Clang!

The eldest personal disciple of the Youluo Palace pulled out his sword again.

"Wait a minute!"

One of the short and fat deacons raised his hand. "If the two of us give you the key, you… will you let us live?"

"Sure."

The cold demoness nodded.

"Forget it! The situation is such, we have no choice!"

The short and fat deacon gritted his teeth and pulled out an object in the shape of a key from the Purple Mansion. It flickered with a golden light. "There you go!"

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Feng Lixue took the key. Her beautiful red lips curved slightly like a fatal and charming snake.

In the next moment.

Pfft.

Another sword light flashed past.

Blood splattered!

The short and fat elder's heart was pierced by the sword, and he died instantly!

"It's your turn, Deacon Chen."

Feng Lixue stared coldly at the last trembling old man.

"Demoness, you! You didn't keep your promise! You will be struck by lightning, you will die a terrible…"

Before the word "death" could leave his mouth…

The head of the person who spoke had already rolled down and he died!

"Who do you think I am?"

"I'm…"

"I am the eldest personal disciple of Venerable Demon Qingling."

Feng Lixue raised her eyebrows and skillfully used her true qi to wash away the bloodstains on the long sword.

"Master said that killing without spilling blood is the true great mercy of the demonic path."

"I didn't manage to do it in the end. Sigh…"

She sighed softly. Then, she bent down and was about to pick up the Thousand Chance Box on the ground—

She suddenly felt an excruciating pain in her abdomen!

Her entire body became unbearably hot instantly, and her brain began to go blank!

"This…"

She felt immense fear.

A tall and burly demonic shadow appeared in her mind again.

It was the man who dominated all the fears of her childhood, a man she was afraid that she would never be able to get rid of!

"That demon… He had activated the evil tattoo on my body again?"

She thought to herself.

She hurriedly lifted her shirt, revealing a smooth and perfect abdomen.

She was slightly relieved when she saw that the petal-shaped evil tattoo was dim and not activated.

"Fortunately, it's not him."

"Have I been poisoned?"