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Chapter 38 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (38)

After a while, after the bleeding stopped, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, sprinkled another bottle of golden sore medicine powder on her chest wound.

"Ah...it hurts..." Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, was held in the arms of Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, and the chest part of her light blue dress was already stained red with blood.

"It's true that this golden sore medicine will hurt a little when it's sprayed into the wound. You bear with it a little bit, and I'll move a little softer..."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, carefully sprinkled the powder of golden sore medicine on the chest of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, on the wound that had almost stopped bleeding.

"Li Qinghuan..."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, has been obediently staying in the arms of Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, watching him help her apply the medicine. When the medicine is almost finished, she suddenly speaks.

"An Ning, what's the matter?"

In Li Qinghuan's impression, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, seldom talked to him, seldom paid attention to her, and almost never called his name.

"Li Qinghuan, you promise me one thing, will you let Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, go?"

Due to blood loss, Jian An Ning, the daughter of the martial arts leader's face was pale, her lips were bloodless, her beautiful face was slightly sick, she opened her bloodless lips with difficulty, and spoke.

"Impossible, I have absolutely no way of agreeing to you." Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, refused indifferently.

"Li Qinghuan, don't rush to refuse, just listen to me, and it's not too late to think about it..."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, let out a soft breath, and she continued to speak.

"Li Qinghuan, as long as you are willing to let Shen Qiye, the leader of the demon sect, I will marry you willingly and be your wife."

"After I marry you and become husband and wife with you, I will forget my love for Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, and I will love you with all my heart."

No, you can't.

Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, spoke swearingly, but Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, held her in her arms, but refuted her words in her heart.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, had fallen in love with Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, in just a few days together.

In fact, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, doesn't know whether he loves Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, or is more jealous of Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult.

"In this way, you are the son-in-law of today's martial arts leader Jian Jian, and the next martial arts leader must be you. Haven't you always wanted the position of martial arts leader?"

"I will also persuade my father, Jian Ming, to delegate power as soon as possible, and give you the position of martial arts leader as soon as possible."

"If you don't agree, I will die here now, and you will not be able to explain clearly to my father, the leader of the martial arts. Your ambition to become the next leader of the martial arts will be in vain."

As Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, said, she suddenly broke free from the arms of Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School. She stood up and took a few steps back.

After putting some distance away from Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, pulled out a pearl hairpin stuck in her head with her right hand, holding the pearl hairpin tightly with her right hand, and pointed the sharp end of the hairpin to the Aim at your own neck, aiming at the aorta on the side of the neck.

The right hand of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, was still trembling while holding the pearl hairpin tightly. As soon as she exerted force, the sharp end of the pearl hairpin inserted half a centimeter into her neck, and a lot of blood immediately oozed out from the side of her neck, but still Not inserted into the aorta.

"An Ning, calm down..."

"An Ning, you fell in love with Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, but you were just confused for a while. You have been staying in Hidden Dragon Villa all this time, and you have never had any contact with outsiders. It is inevitable that you don't know people clearly."

"Don't do stupid things, don't hurt yourself for someone who doesn't deserve it."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, looked at Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts who stood in front of him and confronted him, and he persuaded him in a panic.

"Don't come here, either you promise me, or I will die in front of you now..."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, was eager to save people, but she actually shed tears. Two lines of tears rolled down her pale face, and her eyes filled with tears were red.

At this moment, Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, looks pitiful to me, like a beast driven to a corner by a hunter.

"I'll give you a chance to choose, either you release Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Sect, and I will go with you, marry you, and help you become the next martial arts leader."

"Either, I will die in front of you. In this case, my death has a great relationship with you. My father, Jian Jian, will never pass on the position of the next martial arts leader to you. Your ambition to become the leader of the martial arts will be shattered." "

Although Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, is physically weak, her heart is extremely firm. She spoke every word, and after she finished speaking, she held the pearl hairpin tightly with her right hand, and the sharp end of the hairpin pierced her neck again. one cent.

"An Ning, don't do this, I promise you."

"Jian Anning, don't do this, don't hurt yourself, I promise you, let the Demon Cult leader Shen Qiye go."

Facing the excessive paranoia of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, had no choice but to do anything.

Firstly, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, didn't want his ambition of becoming the next martial arts leader to be ruined by Jian Anning, and secondly, he didn't want Jian Anning to die just like that.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, was finally defeated, and he agreed. He agreed to the outrageous and unreasonable request of Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, and agreed to release Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Sect.

"Shen Qiye, you'd better leave quickly and go back to your Poisonous Spider Pavilion. If you're dawdling, be careful that I suddenly change my mind later."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, had a look of unwillingness on his face, and he said bitterly.

"Jane Anning, thank you."

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, who was guarded by Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, had thousands of words to say to Jian Anning, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the demon sect, never expected that Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, would go to such a point in order to save him.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, only said a word of thanks at the end, then turned around, walked in the opposite direction, and left without looking back.

"Jian Anning, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, has already left, you can put down the pearl hairpin around your neck, don't hurt yourself anymore."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, looked at Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, and he sighed softly, and said to her.

(End of this chapter)