Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

Jiang Yuan immediately swung his sword, knocking him over. He took a step back and attacked again.

A series of sword qi and ghost qi wrapped around Jiang Yuan tightly. If she was still awake, she would definitely recognize that this was the unique sword technique she taught, which was almost the same as her style.

Unfortunately, now she only knows how to dodge and try to get rid of him.

Yu Huai pressed on step by step, anxiously wanting her to fight back.

"Why, you don't dare to face me? Fight me!"

Jiang Yuan seemed not to understand what he said. He didn't care whether he would get hurt or not, and was determined to break through his siege.

The sword energy created countless cracks on her body, and ghostly energy penetrated into her through the wounds, but she was completely unaware.

Yu Huai was very dissatisfied with her attitude. He waved his hand and created countless sword shadows in the void to block her way.

Jiang Yuan seemed determined not to get entangled with him, and actually headed straight towards the rain of swords in front of him.

Yu Huai's dead face also showed a hint of surprise. After not seeing her for a few days, has she become so stupid? She is so cruel to others and to herself as well?

Bang! Blood exploded before his eyes, and a few drops splashed onto his face and body. After his white clothes were soaked with blood, the blood seemed to be absorbed by the clothes, leaving no trace at all.

He stuck out his tongue and rolled the drop of blood at the corner of his mouth into his mouth. Then he suddenly began to tremble all over, and then it got louder and louder, and a laugh came out of his chest.

She looked in the direction she had fled.

"Want to run? This is just a little appetizer. You can't escape from my palm."

His eyes were gloomy and he flew towards her again.

Jiang Yuan's goal was clear: Wuwang Fruit, a plant that only grows in the dark environment of the ghost realm. It is immersed in the yin energy all year round and can nourish the ghosts.

She quickly picked three without damaging the roots and flowers to ensure that she could pick them next time. After she finished this seemingly insignificant task, she left along the same path.

On an inconspicuous little flower in the corner, mixed with the dewdrops was a drop of blood that she had inadvertently left.

Yu Huai reached out and plucked the blood-stained flower, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, "Wuwang Fruit, whose soul is she going to nourish?"

Perhaps out of boredom, with the idea that enemies should be tortured slowly, he followed her. Only by making her unhappy can he be happy.

He followed her all the way to Yushan Sect. Ghosts are best at hiding, so he hid in the Wuwang Fruit in her hand. The sect's mountain protection array strongly repelled him. The closer he got to the sect, the more uncomfortable he felt. He was thinking about how to sneak in without being noticed.

He did not act rashly, because the Wuwang Fruit, as an ominous evil fruit, could not be passed through. He wanted to know how she was going to take it back.

What was surprising was that the mountain protection formation disappeared immediately before Jiang Yuan touched it. She was intentionally placed in it.

Only the sect leader can control the mountain protection formation.

Did the headmaster love her so much? He recalled that in his previous life, it seemed that the headmaster had given her to him personally.

If she was kept in the dark, would she be in pain when she was given to me?

He really missed out on these details in his previous life. But he didn't believe that there was any relationship between the two of them. After all, her abnormal control over him was not fake, and she was not the kind of person who would like that kind of old man.

Thump, the sound of someone kneeling down.

I thought:!

Is his master such a coward in front of the Sect Leader?

"You're back? Why are you so injured?"

The voice of Master Li rang out.

"I ran into some trouble, but I've got my stuff back."

He didn't say anything, took the Wuwang Fruit, looked at it, and then recognized it as a medicine jar.

The round bottle rolled to her feet.

"Thank you, Master."

I think: …

After she left, the head of the sect took out the Wuwang Fruits and used them on himself. The trace of Yin energy leaking from his body was comparable to that of the seven ghost kings.

I think: …

How come there are so many things I don't know? In his previous life, he was blinded by hatred and seemed to have missed a lot. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he might as well see what surprises these people could bring him after they fell to the ground.

When Jiang Yuan woke up the next day, he was not well rested but injured: ……………

Damn it, how does it feel to not be able to control your own body? I hope the master dies soon.

She bandaged herself with a grimace.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. A gust of wind blew and she shivered.

The door was ajar and it was Mu Jiming who knocked on it. As he knocked, the gap in the door became a little bigger, and then it was immediately closed by a strong wind.

"Who is coming?"

Jiang Yuan quickly put on her clothes. Logically speaking, with her bad reputation, no one should come to visit her.

Mu Jiming's polite voice came: "Elder Jiang, it's me. I'm here to give you the monthly allowance."

She opened the door and looked pale. “I remember I need to go pick up my monthly allowance in person.”

He smiled gently and said, "I'll bring you some soup, Elder. The supply is limited, and you won't be able to drink it if you go too late."

He opened the earthenware jar, and inside it floated some red dates and wolfberries. "Drink it while it's hot. Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Jiang Yuan: ...

She stretched out her hands into claws and grabbed his neck: "You seem to know my whereabouts better than I do. You even specially made some blood-replenishing things for me."

He didn't seem to worry about what Jiang Yuan would do to him, and he didn't feel like his life was being controlled by someone: "You are still very careful. You know I did it myself."

His voice was a little annoyed. "How could that be? I clearly used the kitchen's standard clay pot."

Jiang Yuan: ………

"Everything you make tastes the same, and you only know how to make this one."

Like many times before, she waved her hand and overturned the clay pot of soup, and the rich ingredients inside spilled all over the floor.

Even though his words were not appreciated, Mu Jiming still did not show much frustration: "It's good enough that you can remember this taste. I will learn a new one next time."

Then he cleaned up the leftovers for her and left.