Quick Travel: A max-level boss, chase your husband online

"Let's get to know each other again, Sang Qingjiu, the 324th head of the Qingling Sect, your future wife."

Sang Qingjiu said this very calmly.

Ding Jian twitched his lips slightly, "We just met for the first time."

He never expected that he just went up the mountain to see if there was anyone available, and ended up meeting a female gangster.

Although this female gangster is very good-looking.

His status doesn't seem to be low either.

but……

He has no intention of getting married.

Sang Qingjiu raised his lips and smiled softly, "Do you want to reject me?"

"Correct."

Ding Jianwei said with certainty.

"I advise you not to."

"Oh? If I don't want to, you're going to force it, right?"

Ding Jianwei's tone already contained a hint of anger.

Sang Qingjiu understood his rejection, but was not angry. She just smiled and poked his chest with her fingertips, "Do you know your own physique?"

constitution?

What happened to his physique?

Ding Jianwei was a little confused, frowned slightly and asked, "What?"

"Your horoscope and bones have created your extraordinary physique. If a person like you were placed a long time ago, he would be robbed by countless cultivators and demons."

Sang Qingjiu's meaningful tone gave Ding Jianwei a bad feeling.

"Crazy grabbing? Is my physique weird?"

"One in a thousand."

Sang Qingjiu looked at his handsome face and continued, "Nine Mysterious Body, the best body of the furnace. One pick from you is worth a year of practice."

"As for today's recovery, if you don't follow me, if you fall into the hands of those demon cultivators who have no bottom line, then..."

Although the words were not finished, the meaning behind them was enough to make Ding Jianwei turn blue.

What does "picking him once is worth a year of practice"?

Depend on!

What a garbage physique he has!

If it fell into the hands of a demon cultivator, wouldn't he...

Sang Qingjiu folded his arms and watched his face change from yin to yang, with an unfathomable smile on his lips.

"Host, aren't you lying?" 1199 complained softly in the consciousness space.

"So what if I lied?"

"..."

1199 couldn't answer these confident words, so he could only glance at Ding Jianwei with sympathetic eyes.

Ding Jianwei is really satisfied with a wife like his host.

After waiting for a few minutes, Sang Qingjiu asked again: "Follow me, or not?"

Ding Jian took a deep breath and managed to stay rational, "How do I know whether what you said is true or false?"

"You don't have to believe it."

Sang Qingjiu spread his hands slightly, "But you have to bear the consequences."

Hearing this, Ding Jian pursed his lips slightly.

It was obvious that he was hesitant.

In his more than 20 years of life, he has never encountered anything so difficult to make a decision.

Furnace?

To put it bluntly, isn't that thing just...that thing?

Thinking of countless people thinking about his body in the future, he felt a cool air rising from the soles of his feet and rushing into his brain.

Ke Sang Qingjiu...

It was his first time meeting this person, and it was hard for him to believe that what she just said, which sounded like a fantasy, was true.

"As long as you follow me, those things won't dare to mess with you."

Saying that, Sang Qingjiu gently held his chin and lowered it, "Are you willing to be with me, or are you willing to be fucked repeatedly by those things that are about to revive?"

Ding Jian's heart shrank slightly.

"Do it repeatedly"!

These words were like stepping on his tail, making his face even more ugly.

"Aren't you also greedy for my body?" Ding Jianwei said angrily.

"Yes."

Sang Qingjiu admitted it straight away, "But I can promise you that as long as you follow me, you can walk sideways in this world from now on, and no one will dare not give you face."

Ding Jianwei:...

"I do not believe."

He is a mature businessman, so these words are too false and of no use to him.

"Do not believe?"

Sang Qingjiu just smiled, "Apart from our sect, you can't find any immortal cultivators in the world."

Ding Jian's pupils shrank slightly, "Really?"

"Other sects, large and small, have long since disappeared in the long river of history. Our sect relies on special methods to barely survive until the spiritual energy is revived."

Sang Qingjiu patiently explained to him, "The sect's inheritance has not been broken for thousands of years, and there are countless techniques and weapons. If you follow me, you will only have countless benefits. I can also lead you to live forever and cultivate immortality. Why not Why not?"

Ding Jianwei:...

Ding Jianwei couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"After a while, I will preach to the world. From now on, you will be the ancestor of the sect. When the disciples see you, they must bow their heads and salute..."

Sang Qingjiu frantically painted a pie for him.

Ding Jianwei was thinking carefully about the conditions she gave.

Suddenly I realized that what she said seemed to be true.

Because no one can refuse to cultivate immortality.

No matter whether they are high-ranking officials or nobles, or all kinds of talents, if the cultivation techniques for immortality are put in front of them, everyone is willing to kneel down and worship.

By then, these people who follow the cultivators will all be connections.

What's more, if what Sang Qingjiu said was true, with his physique... it would be difficult for him to accept that he would have no power in the future and be manipulated by others.

Ding Jianwei is a very gambling person.

Likewise, he is also a very decisive person.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Ding Jianwei made a decision very quickly, "Okay, I'll follow you."

"Smart choice."

Sang Qingjiu caressed his cheek with his fingertips, raised his slender neck and kissed him on the lips.

Ding Jianwei's whole body stiffened instantly.

He had never been so close to someone of the opposite sex.

But those soft lips refused to let go of him, and went all the way down his neck, gently rubbing his Adam's apple, causing Ding Jianwei to turn his head away slightly.

"Why are you so shy? Call the master to come and listen."

Sang Qingjiu's lingering and ambiguous voice sounded in his ears.

Owner?

This is so damn shameful!

Ding Jian opened his mouth slightly, unable to scream.

"Well……"

Sang Qingjiu's hands had already followed the hem of his shirt and gently squeezed his strong abdominal muscles.

The pads of her fingers seemed to be electrified, and the places they touched were numb, causing Ding Jian to let out a soft cry from the corner of his mouth.

"Even if you want to... you won't be in the yard, right?"

Ding Jianwei reached out and grabbed Sang Qingjiu's arm to stop her from even more extreme behavior.

"You're right."

Sang Qingjiu nodded lightly, pulled him into the house with his backhand, and closed the door.

Suddenly, a vine wrapped around Ding Jianwei's body, binding him up unsuspectingly. Sang Qingjiu leaned forward, pushed aside his shirt, and tapped his soft and elastic chest muscles with his fingers.

This is too...

Ding Jian slightly blushed.

He really has never experienced such a scene.

This attitude of letting others manipulate him made him feel a sense of shame in his heart.

"Don't...um..."

"Be good, call me master and I will let you go."

"Don't scream...well...don't do this..."

not called?

Sang Qingjiu smiled so maliciously.