The happiness of fast-wearing female supporting roles, I call the shots

Chapter 1196 The Story of the Demon Sect Saintess Raising a Baby (41)

"Let's go, don't make foster father and the others wait too long!" Seeing that she was terrified, Feng Lan didn't bother to argue with her anymore, but she was just another woman who was dazzled by her beauty.

As long as she doesn't continue to kill her, and doesn't provoke her again, she won't do anything to her deliberately.

"Okay!" Jiang Jincang responded, and the few people stopped looking at them again, and continued on their way.

Seeing them leaving, the maid finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she was already covered in cold sweat from the fright. The eyes of this Jiang Shaoxia just now were too frightening.

I was secretly grateful for Feng Lan's generosity in my heart, if this Feng Lan was really persistent, I'm afraid the lives of the two of them would be in danger.

There are few people in this place, even if they were really killed, the Feihe faction might not be able to find out the cause of their death if the other party came to destroy their bodies.

What's more, this matter is that the eldest lady doesn't take it seriously. Even if the head of the sect wants to avenge the eldest lady, there are probably not many people supporting him, unless he personally takes revenge.

But neither Jingyue Cliff nor the Demon Sect is easy to mess with, and once they make a move, the head of the sect may not be able to get any benefits.

After the maid looked away, she quickly took out a medicine bottle and gave Hong Xiangling a pill, which was used to treat internal injuries.

"Miss, how do you feel? It's a servant who deserves to die for failing to protect your safety." The maid took the initiative to admit her mistake.

"Help me up, let's go back first!" After Hong Xiangling regained consciousness, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and it was rare that he didn't speak to reprimand the maid.

In fact, Hong Xiangling really knew he was afraid this time, and finally regained his senses, and finally understood that neither Jiang Jincang nor Feng Lan is easy to provoke.

Especially Feng Lan, who is the saintess of the Demon Cult. It is rumored that the people of the Demon Cult are very defensive and unreasonable.

Jiang Jincang didn't know what he did today, which frightened Hong Xiangling, and successfully cut off a rotten peach blossom. If he saw him in the future, he would probably go around.

"Lan'er, last time you said that apart from changing your appearance, there is no other way for me and your sister to be together without any scruples?" After the meal, Qiu Yan remembered something and asked awkwardly.

"Fake death!" Seeing his appearance, Feng Lan couldn't help laughing secretly, and then said two words with a smile.

"Fake death?" Qiu Yan frowned slightly upon hearing this, and felt a little disappointed in his heart. Why does this method sound so unreliable?

If he was just an ordinary disciple of the Devil's Cult, or an orphan without father and mother, it would be fine to feign death and change his identity.

But the problem is that he is the young master of the Demon Cult, he has his responsibilities, and his father will not allow him to cheat his death.

He couldn't even hide it from his father and let his father go through the pain of 'grey-haired people give black-haired people', right?
And Yin Yin would also not be willing to do this, because then her master might be sad, and she can't hide her name for a lifetime, right?
Wouldn't that make her feel wronged?
Seeing his reaction, Yin Yin probably guessed his scruples. After thinking about it carefully, she also felt that this method was indeed a little unreliable.

After all, they are not her, they all have their own responsibilities, they all have their own relatives and friends, it is impossible to give up everything easily.

As for what she had thought before, letting the heroine protect the Cangyu Sect secretly, or giving her master some material compensation, it seemed a bit too simple.

Thinking of this, Feng Lan couldn't help feeling a little guilty...

"Ahem~ Of course, you have a third option!" Feng Lan added: "The strong are always respected in the world. As long as you become stronger, you can develop the Demon Sect into the most powerful sect."

"At that time, when you perform another play, first give the bargaining chip that can make Sect Leader Duan's heart beat, and let him cooperate with you in the play, so that the world will mistakenly think that my sister was forced to marry you in order to keep her own sect."

"Of course, if you really do this, your reputation may be damaged at the beginning, but it can be cleared up later."

"Lan'er, are you serious?" After hearing her words, Qiu Yan was shocked. Is this person in front of him really his innocent and kind righteous sister?

This can be said to be full of bad water, uh~ no, is it resourceful?
Qiu Yan admitted that he was quite moved after hearing this suggestion, but did Lan'er think too highly of herself?
If he wants to achieve this, he must first become the number one master and sit on the position of supreme martial artist.

Secondly, developing the Demon Sect into the largest sect in the world cannot be achieved overnight. In this case, wouldn't they have to wait many years before they can be together?

"Of course, Brother Yan, I can help you!" Feng Lan winked at him playfully, and then said seriously.

"Lan'er, don't..." Just kidding!
Qiu Yan couldn't help but pause in the middle of speaking. For some reason, he always felt that Feng Lan's words didn't seem like a joke, which made him unable to bear a trace of extravagant hope.

"Lan'er, listening to what you said, is it possible that you have a way for me to become a martial arts master in a short period of time? Is there a way for the Demon Cult to develop and grow in a short period of time?"

"Well, as long as Brother Yan believes in me!" Feng Lan replied solemnly again, Qiu Yan couldn't help smiling wryly upon hearing this.

What's wrong with him? He actually believes Lan'er's obviously whimsical words. Is he really crazy?

However, even though Qiu Yan thought so, he couldn't bear to hurt Feng Lan's heart, so he nodded reluctantly: "Well, I believe you!"

At the end, he jokingly said: "Then brother Yan's happiness will be entrusted to you!"

Qiu Yan's original intention was to make Feng Lan happy, but unexpectedly Feng Lan nodded seriously: "Yeah!", then took out a jade bottle from his bosom and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Qiu Yan asked suspiciously.

"This is a magical medicine that can make you a master in a short period of time." Feng Lan said seriously.

Of course, she wasn't fooling around, because what was contained in this bottle was indeed a pill that could increase internal strength.

This pill was made by Fenglan a few days ago with several ten thousand year old medicines. She took some by herself, and now she is a hidden martial arts master.

She was going to give this medicine to her adoptive father and the hero, as for the heroine and Jin Cang, she was also ready, but because of the marriage at that time, she forgot about it for a while.

She is not a stingy person, and she naturally wants to share good things with those close to her.

"Lan'er, you must have encountered some charlatan, right?" Qiu Yan looked at the bottle in his hand with some difficulty, with 'distrust' clearly written on his face.

If there really was such a magical medicine, the masters would have been all over the place, and their heads would have been robbed.

Feng Lan had anticipated his distrust, and was not angry, after all, this kind of thing did sound a bit whimsical.

If she didn't have a magical portable space, she might not believe that there is such a good medicine in this world.

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)