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Chapter 21 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (21)

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The voice of Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, was firm, but the expression on his face revealed a bit of helplessness.

"Just now, you should have overheard, Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, said that she likes Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, said with hatred in his eyes, his face was full of dissatisfaction.

"But even if you don't kill the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, even if you take another [-] steps back, even if you let the leader of the Demon Sect Shen Qiye go, Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, can't be with Shen Qiye..."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, still couldn't understand the decision of his good friend Li Qinghuan.

"If I personally kill Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Sect, Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, will definitely hate me, and I will break her heart."

"Let's not talk about whether Jian Anning will resist my marriage contract. Even if the marriage is a big deal, the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker, even if she can't disobey the order of the father and marry me, it will be difficult for me to fall in love with her in the future. At most, they should be a superficial couple who respect each other as guests."

At this time, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, although he did not fall in love with Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, and the reason why he wanted to marry her was because he wanted to use her.

However, Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, thinks highly of himself. He is a handsome young man with a beautiful appearance and strong martial arts. He hopes that he and his future wife can be in harmony with each other and become a loving couple that everyone in the world will envy.

"The reason why Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, falls in love with Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, is simply because she is young and doesn't know people well."

"In the future, we will become husband and wife with me. After getting along for a long time, she will understand that her love for Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, is just a temporary obsession, and I am her lifelong destination, her good friend." people."

"I don't want Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, to hate me now. Once there is a crack in the relationship between people, it will be difficult to repair it and become close..."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, had a cold voice, with a hint of loneliness in his words.

"Okay, okay, if you say you don't kill, don't kill, I will listen to you."

"Anyway, even if you don't kill the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, just arrest him, it's a great achievement."

"Let Jian Anning's father, martial arts leader Jian Ming, personally execute the leader of the demon cult, Shen Qiye, and let her father personally kill the leader of the demon cult, Shen Qiye, in front of heroes from all schools and sects of the martial arts."

"In this way, even if Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, hates you, she won't be able to hate you, Brother Qing Huan. This plan is very good."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, knew that his good friend Li Qinghuan was not reconciled, so he comforted him.

"Okay, don't say any more, Ye Qingling, the 20-year-old female leader of the Feihua sect, and a group of decent martial arts people, a total of more than a dozen people are at the foot of the snow mountain, waiting anxiously with us."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, put away the trace of unwillingness in his heart, and his cold eyes turned back into crooked brows, full of smiles, and he looked like a gentle and jade-like noble son.

"Ming Chongli, you carry Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Sect, and I carry Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, let's go down the mountain."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, said to Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School in front of him.

"It's a good thing you followed here secretly, otherwise, I would still be worried, why would Shen Qiye, the leader of the demon sect who couldn't move, and Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts who passed out, move them down the mountain alone. "

"I don't want to carry two people behind my back."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, had a pleasant but cold voice. After he finished speaking, he smiled kindly at Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School.

"Brother Qing Huan, why are you carrying Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, and me carrying Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult? I don't want to carry a man, it's heavy and heavy..."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, complained.

"Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, is my unmarried wife after all, so it's only natural for me to carry her behind my back; you just bear the burden and feel wronged."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, smiled kindly, and said, "It's not too late, let's go."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, took a step forward after speaking. He picked up Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the Wulin who was lying in the snow, carried her on his back, and began to walk along the narrow path down the mountain. The path was barren and full of thorns.

"Hey, why are you in a hurry, you wait for me, Brother Qing Huan!"

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, also hurriedly carried Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, who was tied up with hemp rope, behind his back. Then he carried a heavy man on his back, followed behind the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, Li Qinghuan, and started to move. The road to the snow mountain.

It has to be said that Jian Anning not only looks thin, she is actually quite thin.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, carried Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, on his back. Once again, he firmly thought that when Jian Anning became his married wife, he must feed her a lot of delicious food every day, and make her white and fat. fat.

It's not that Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, is going to eat and drink and become a big fat man;

Rather, at least she must be a little fatter than now. She is too thin now. Li Qinghuan suspects that if Jian Anning stands alone on an empty flat ground, and a slightly stronger wind blows, she will Be blown away.

How could the wife of the future martial arts leader be blown away by a gust of wind?
Yes, Jian Anning must be made to eat more. If she doesn't eat, feed her with your own hands.

Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, thought this way, and his mood became inexplicably happy. He felt that Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, would definitely fall in love with him, and have a long-term love with him. A model loving couple.

An hour later.

Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, and Ming Chongli, a major disciple of the New Moon School, descended the mountain together.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, it is still deserted, and it will take a long time to go to the town closest to the snow-capped mountain, and Ye Qingling, the 20-year-old female leader of the Feihua sect, and Wulin A decent group of people, a total of more than a dozen people gathered.

By the time Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, and Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School, arrived at the foot of the Snow Mountain, it was almost noon, the sun was very warm, and the foot of the Snow Mountain was not like the top of the Snow Mountain.

At the foot of the snow mountain.

"Oh, I can't walk anymore, let me take my time." The handsome face of Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, was flushed with red and white, his breathing was short of breath, and he was out of breath. gas.

"Brother Qing Huan, wait for me."

(End of this chapter)