Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"What is my relationship with him? Why should I tell you?"

Aoxue'er looked at Ji Hualong coldly with indifferent eyes.

In her eyes, that was not her fiancé, just an insignificant passerby.

"That's right, why should I tell you who you are?"

Ning Xiaolei spoke so stubbornly, his face full of ridicule and contempt.

"Ah, no one can save you today."

Ji Hualong was immediately blown away and let out an extremely vicious and angry roar.

At this moment, he has determined that his fiancée and this boy who suddenly appeared have an ulterior relationship.

Suddenly, a recent rumor came to his mind, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you Ning Xiaolei?"

"Hey, you actually know my name?" Ning Xiaolei was surprised and a little confused.

He was only in the semi-immortal realm before, so logically he couldn't get into Ji Hualong's eyes.

Later, after the breakthrough in Emperor Yan's underground palace, he ran to the ruins of Tianya Hai Pavilion and stayed at the Eight Layer Gate for more than nine months.

Logically speaking, Ji Hualong should not know him.

"Damn it, it's really you!"

Ji Hualong became even more angry. He did not expect that the news circulating was true.

According to the news, there is a person who claims to be able to remember Aoxue'er's appearance and will never forget it. That person's name is Ning Xiaolei.

Ji Hualong naturally didn't believe this, because as long as it lasted more than ten days, even he would forget Aoxue'er's appearance.

But now after seeing that Ao Xueer and Ning Xiaolei seemed to have an unusual relationship, he suddenly realized that the incident was not groundless.

"Forget it if you don't tell me, I don't want to know yet!"

After seeing that Ji Hualong was just full of anger and had no intention of telling the reason, Ning Xiaolei curled his lips and showed a trace of disdain.

"die!"

Ji Hualong didn't talk nonsense and raised his palm to clap again.

This palm was at least two or three times stronger than before, which showed that he was really angry.

"Go away, don't you take me, Aoxue'er, seriously?"

Aoxueer waved her sleeves, and a bright light bloomed, colliding with Ji Hualong's palm.

She looked at Ji Hualong coldly, and a powerful aura filled the air.

Looking at her posture, as long as Ji Hualong continues to embarrass Ning Xiaolei, she will not hesitate to fight.

"Ah, damn it, Xue'er, get out of the way, boy, do you only stand behind women?"

Ji Hualong was mad with hatred, but he didn't want to fight Aoxue'er.

Even if he guessed that Aoxueer and Ning Xiaolei had an unusual relationship, he didn't want to hurt Aoxueer.

"You bully the weak, is that what you're good at?"

Aoxueer did not give in and looked directly at Ji Hualong.

She couldn't explain why, but she decisively chose to side with Ning Xiaolei.

Maybe it was Ning Xiaolei's extraordinary performance that day, or maybe it was something else, Aoxueer didn't want to think too much about it.

All she needed to know was that her heart wanted to protect Ning Xiaolei at the moment.

"What are you making a fuss about? We, the most powerful junior, can't hold a discussion meeting yet. Ji Hualong, do you only have this much capacity?"

At this moment, an unhappy voice suddenly came, not even giving Ji Hualong any face.

Ning Xiaolei looked curiously and saw a woman wearing Xuan Qing Sect clothes. Her skin was like cream, her eyebrows were like willow moons, and she had thin red lips. In terms of appearance, she was not much inferior to Ao Xue'er.

She is Xuan Ning'er, the true genius disciple of Xuan Qing Sect.

Compared with her, Xuan Qi, who was killed by Ning Xiaolei, was just a waste.

It's funny that Xuan Qi confessed to Xuan Ning'er before he knew what he was capable of. After being rejected, he immediately fell in love with Ning Xiaolei, who was surrounded by so many beauties.

Later, he made a despicable sneak attack and ended up being killed by Ning Xiaolei.

"Strange, the name Ning Xiaolei looks so familiar?"

Suddenly, a monk wearing Tianlong Temple clothes spoke, with a look of thought in his eyes.