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

No!

He is not wrong!

Sang Zhilin's eyes became colder and colder.

To him at that time, Sang Yijing was the one who stole his parents' love, the one he had been jealous of since he was conscious, and the one who stole his cultivation resources!

But he didn't expect... that he was not from the Sang family.

Sang Zhilin felt bitter in his heart as he thought about it.

"Now everyone outside thinks that you have been captured by the demon and disappeared. No one knows that you are still in the Sang family. Even if you are, they won't say anything."

Sang Yijing sneered and said, "After all, no one is willing to offend me for you. I am a Xuan-level demon slayer. What about you? You are a loser."

Hearing this, Sang Zhilin couldn't help clenching his fists.

Why did he become a waste?

Not only was Sang Yijing pushed him out to die by a monster attack, his foundation was damaged and he could no longer practice.

What is hateful is that he became a useless person, but his father and mother advised him to be generous and forgive Sang Yijing.

Why should he forgive!

After a long while, Sang Zhilin said in his hoarse, weak voice: "You'd better not give me a chance to stand up."

The voice sounded in the dark corner, carrying deep resentment. Coupled with the cold wine room, it made people feel creepy.

"Hahaha~"

Sang Yijing laughed a little arrogantly, "A chance to turn over? How else can you turn over? You will be tortured to death by me in your life."

Sang Zhilin didn't respond.

He curled himself up tighter, pressing his back against the wall.

Sang Yijing tossed him for a while, and probably found him a bit boring with no response, so he got up and left the wine room.

When I left, I don't know whether I forgot or something, but the door of the wine cellar was not locked.

Sang Zhilin stared at the door tightly and counted in his mind.

He is going out!

If he stayed in there any longer, he would die.

And he heard that the head of the Sang family was coming today. If he wanted to take revenge, then stealing the head of the Sang family would be the best choice.

After counting for about ten minutes, he supported the wall with one hand and slowly walked out.

With this movement, the wound on his back opened, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of alcohol floated in the air.

But he didn't care.

He put his hand on the door handle and was silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth and turned the handle.

"Ka, ka..."

The movements are tiny.

It was only opened a crack and when he saw no one outside, Sang Zhilin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately opened the door to leave the basement.

But when he turned around, he saw Sang Yijing leaning against the wall, looking at him with a half-smile.

"you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sang Yijing kicked him back to the wine room.

He stood at the door, smiling triumphantly, "I know you are restless. Just stay here, and I will let you out in a few days."

After saying that, Sang Yijing locked the door and left.

"Cough, cough, cough~"

The kick was so hard that Sang Zhilin couldn't help coughing up blood, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

To make matters worse, since he had not had any water all day long, his stomach was growling with hunger, and his stomach began to hurt.

When Sang Qingjiu came to the basement, he was curled up on the ground, covering his stomach with his hands. The wounds on his back and head were still bleeding. His beautiful eyes were half-open, and it was obvious that he could no longer hold on. .

The familiar face was already pale.

"Are you a demon?"

Sang Zhilin asked with his last breath.

Demon?

Sang Qingjiu touched his face, "Do I look like a demon?"

Speaking of which, it is indeed a bit similar.

The face of the original owner is really charming, with fox eyes, eyebrows, and a slap face, a standard vixen look.

If it weren't for the air-conditioning and the arrogance of seeing everyone as rubbish in these years, I'm afraid there wouldn't be 20,000 people chasing her, but maybe 8,000.

"The one you want to kill is Sang Yijing, not me~"

Sang Zhilin explained weakly.

Hearing this, Sang Qingjiu curled his lips, walked up to him, leaned over and hooked his chin, "Baby, how about following me?"

"You help me kill Sang Yijing, no, kill the Sang family, and I will follow you."

Sang Zhilin said without hesitation.

"Don't ask me what I want to do?"

"You can do anything!"

Yo ~

It seems that he really hates it to the core of his bones.

"Sang Yijing is also a threat to you. This is a win-win, win-win situation... Hoho~"

Sang Zhilin had already let out a lot of energy, but had less energy coming in.

Say a few words and take a breath.

That fragile and pitiful look really piqued Sang Qingjiu's interest.

Just when she was about to agree, Sang Zhilin closed his eyes and fainted.

Sang Qingjiu touched the tip of his nose helplessly.

It's not her fault.

He fainted himself.

"Host!!!"

1199 has started making trouble in Sang Qingjiu's consciousness space again, "Can you please stop using coercion on the villain this time? Can you stop worrying about the villain's beauty? Can you stop messing around?"

"Master host, my kind-hearted, beautiful, generous, smart and wise master host, please!"

woohoo~

Every villain in the small world is being forced.

It really wants to pass out from crying.

That's not what the Rescuing Villain Skill Manual says. If the host messes around, what if its guidance system gets deducted points?

It is a new system, so no points can be deducted!

"Okay."

"Master host... wuwu... hmm? What did you say?"

1199 was stunned for a moment. Did it hear it wrong just now?

"I said yes, I won't force it."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"Don't believe pull it down."

"No, no, no, I believe it. Master host, you promised me not to mess around this time!"

1199 smiled happily.

As long as the host doesn't get interested and doesn't act like a monster, he will definitely be able to follow the normal path of saving the villain this time!

Sang Qingjiu picked up Sang Zhilin and said softly, "You're too happy too early."

"what?"

1199 instantly became confused, "Why?"

But Sang Qingjiu didn't mean to answer it.

Soon, Sang Qingjiu carried Sang Zhilin to his room, patiently cleaned up his wounds, and fed him a Yangyuan Pill.

After this sleep, I slept until the next morning.

Sang Zhilin turned over on the bed, and what he felt in his palms was a soft quilt with the faint scent of jasmine.

My stomach is rarely full and full.

He was saved!

Suddenly, this thought flashed through his mind, causing Sang Zhilin to open his eyes immediately.

But this room and the familiar scenery outside the window made him realize that he was still in the Sang family.

what happened?

A flash of confusion flashed in Sang Zhilin's eyes.

"woke up."

Sang Qingjiu saw him sitting on the bed in a daze, so he reminded him.

Sang Zhilin quickly turned around and saw a woman sitting on the sofa in the room. That person's face...

"Is it you? You haven't left the Sang family yet?"

Sang Zhilin asked in surprise.

Is a goblin so crazy in the Sang family where there is a demon slayer?

"The Sang family invited me here respectfully, and they didn't even drive me away after one night." Sang Qingjiu said calmly.