Chapter 7: Miss, you've been poisoned too deeply?

  Jingyue Xiaomeng hadn't even had time to lament her own dog-blooded transmigratory fate. At this moment, she once again felt a strange and eerie aura. When Jingyue Xiaomeng lifted her head and saw a ghost mask, she rubbed her eyes, opened them wide, and stared incredulously at the ghost mask in front of her.

  "Ghost-faced man? Are you here to steal the Quiet Sword?" Jingyue Xiaomeng's face darkened in shock. If her friends were here, they would definitely scold her, "Jingyue Xiaomeng, you're too addicted to 'The Legend of Swords'!" But this isn't 'The Legend of Swords', and the ghost-faced man in front of her wasn't the one from the legend who wanted to steal the Quiet Sword.

  The man wearing a golden demon mask, upon hearing the words "Jing Yue Xiao Meng", had his sensual red lips curve into an intriguing smile.

  "Quiet Sword?" She muttered these three words. The name sounds interesting, but that's not the point. The key is that this woman is very clever and actually knows how to divert the topic.

  The golden demon mask shone with a scorching light under the sun. Underneath the golden mask, those sharp and piercing black eyes seemed to be bottomless, like an abyss of dark iron that would suck you into darkness. The man wearing the golden demon mask was even more terrifying in his all-black attire, looking ferocious and frightening. If an ordinary person were to see this golden demon mask, they would surely be scared stiff, their legs trembling with fear.

  This golden ghost mask is actually the Demon Lord Bei Mingxuan of the Nine Underworlds.

  The Demon Lord Bei Ming Xuan wore a black robe, standing under the scorching sun, making the surrounding sunlight dull and colorless. It seemed as if he could absorb all the light. This man didn't need to do anything; just by standing there, he could devour the light, plunging the world into darkness.

  Jingyue Xiaomeng was on full alert, her face cold. Since the Ghost Faced Man was here, did that mean she had crossed over into the ancient sword legend she had always dreamed of?

  She had to find Su Su, and absolutely could not let this ghost-faced man snatch the Huo Ji sword from Su Su.

  Girl, you'd better sober up. Take a closer look, the man in front of you is completely different from that Ghost Face person in "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" you're obsessed with. Don't be so deeply poisoned.

  The demonic lord Beiming Xuanyin's profound and mysterious black eyes pierced through the mirror, casting a sharp gaze on Xue Meng's body. This woman was indeed not ordinary in her boldness. Throughout the world, there wasn't a single person who dared to make eye contact with the demonic lord Beiming Xuanyin.

  It turns out that the Jiuyou Continent still has such interesting people. That enchanting red lip slightly raised a sensual arc. The corner of that red lip was adorned with a sneering smile. The smile was as cold as an ice cave of ten thousand years. It made Mirror Moon Xiaomeng feel like her soul was being stolen by the smile, and at the same time, she felt a killing intent. It shook deep into her heart, making her feel a thread of fear. She swallowed hard.

  This ghost-faced man is really scary. Especially those deep and cold eyes like a black abyss, which can absorb people's hearts and souls into the boundless darkness, making people feel terrified.

  Even if she was a military doctor who had been through the bloody battlefield, she could still feel the bloodthirsty and murderous aura of the man in front of her.

  Her heart was pounding, but as a thoracic surgeon living on the bloody battlefield, Mirror Moon Xiaomeng absolutely did not allow herself to be weak in front of this man. So she quickly calmed down.

  She gently stroked her own bright red wedding dress, and the crimson lips that seemed to bleed like a rose curved into a smile that could steal one's soul. At this moment, Mirror Moon Xiaomeng and the black-robed, ghost-faced Demon Lord Bei Ming Xuan really had a different kind of harmony.