The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

The problem of the third brother cannot be delayed.

So on the second day, after Rong Jizhi recovered, Chao Zhao couldn't get any information out of him, so she hurried down the mountain to rescue her drunkard master.

"Dad! Dad! Open the door!!!"

In the restaurant, Chao Zhao's life-threatening shouts were heard early in the morning.

The cleaning guy in the restaurant and the vendors who had just set up their stalls outside the building couldn't help but come over and look at her.

The guy asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Your father is fine."

"well!--"

Chao Zhao suddenly sighed, "Now that things have come to this, I can no longer hide it from you. My brother is seriously ill and my father is in this state. I really have no choice!"

She always stops at the right point, leaving room for the imagination of the onlookers.

Coupled with the vivid acting skills, the sorrow and sadness are perfectly embodied in that moving expression, which makes anyone who sees it sad and anyone who hears it cry.

"hiss--"

The crowd of onlookers let out sounds of shock.

"This old drunkard actually left his seriously ill child behind and came out alone?!"

"That's right. How can he be responsible when he's drunk like this? It's a pity for the child to have such a father!"

"It's so outrageous!"

"........."

Chao Zhao withdrew his gaze somewhat guiltily, as if he had used too much force.

The waiter even handed her the key and said, "Girl, just go in! It's important to take your father home first!"

“Thanks buddy!”

Chao Zhao was touched.

There are still many good people among the masses.

So Chao Zhao opened the door and walked in, and picked up the old drunkard who was lying on the bed in a disheveled and indecent posture.

She carried Ji Wushe out of the restaurant and said to the people outside the restaurant: "Thank you very much!"

She looked calm and composed, with a look of integrity, and the onlookers were also confused, so no one realized anything was wrong until she left.

*

Ji Wushe woke up after arriving at the territory of Xianyu Sect.

Over the years, he would occasionally block his five senses so that he could get a good night's sleep, and he would not wake up unless his life was threatened.

But now he had to wake up.

Because he was being blown by gusts of cold wind, whistling across his face and scraping his body.

If he were to fly the sword himself, it would be impossible for him to do so without spiritual power to protect his body.

So, who is leading him to fly the sword?

With such doubts in mind, Ji Wushe woke up.

Noticing the movement on his shoulder, Chao Zhao turned his head to look at him and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, Master is awake."

"..."

Ji Wushe was silent for a moment. Could it be that he drank too much and was disliked by his little disciple?

"you--"

As soon as he opened his mouth, another gust of cold wind blew in.

Before Ji Wushe could continue, he heard Chao Zhao's strange voice again: "I'm so sorry, Master, Chao Zhao is just an ordinary person."

Ji Wushe suddenly shut his mouth and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He asked tentatively: "...I should drink less in the future?"

"Master is the most important, why would Chao Zhao mind this matter?" Chao Zhao snorted, "Chao Zhao just wants to know what disease Third Senior Brother has."

Ji Wushe paused and said, "Oh, that day has come." Then he changed the subject and asked, "Do you know how to make your blood boil?"

Chao Zhao came to the peak where Ji Wushe was and stopped. The Jingshuang Sword returned to its scabbard and was held in Chao Zhao's palm. She stood on the peak and asked in confusion, "What is that?"

The girl stood tall and slender, standing proudly in the wind, holding a long sword in her hand, and her immature eyes and brows already showed a tenacious demeanor.

Even though he couldn't see her face clearly and could only vaguely perceive her figure in his gray eyes, Ji Wushe's eyes were still fixed on her.

"That is a blood torture that is very deadly to the demon race."

Ji Wushe explained slowly, "The Demon King carries the most intense and yang flames here. The demons who submit to him will be planted with such flames from the beginning. If they are loyal, their cultivation speed will be as fast as traveling a thousand miles a day. If they are traitors, then this flame will ignite their meridians and dantian, and burn to their consciousness as a punishment."

"what???"

Chao Zhao was shocked. "Third Senior Brother has submitted to the Demon King before? But how old is he? The Demon King must have been sealed by then."

Ji Wushe shook his head: "The Demon King has only used Burning Blood and Boiling on Demon Kings and Demon Generals. As for your third brother, he has lost all his memories and abilities. He even learned of his half-demon identity during the pursuit."

Chao Zhao: "Was Third Senior Brother so miserable before..."

In comparison, she had only been looked down upon and despised at most in the Jianhua Immortal Sect before, but had not been in any danger.

"Is there no way to solve this boiling blood?"

Ji Wushe shook his head again: "Master can only suppress it. The flames planted by the Demon King himself can only be removed by the Demon King himself."

As he finished speaking, he watched his little disciple's eyes fill with visibly increased fear.

Chao Zhao should indeed be terrified.

According to her master's words, the Demon King is actually me?!

Ji Wushe was confused: "What's wrong?"

Chao Zhao wanted to cry but had no tears: "Master, I solved the problem of Third Senior Brother's boiling blood, so am I the Demon King?"

"..."

Ji Wushe's face froze, "The Demon King shouldn't have changed his gender."

The next moment he came to his senses and shook his head violently, wondering why his brain circuits had become abnormal as well as Chao Zhao's.

"You said you solved it?"

Ji Wushe's tone was unable to conceal his surprise, "How did you solve it?"

Chao Zhao looked innocent: "I just held my brother's hand and slept all night."

"You guys slept all night?!"

Ji Wushe's voice suddenly rose, "Still holding hands?!"

"......Uh." Zhao Zhao blinked blankly, "My senior brother and I just held hands and didn't sleep on the same bed. Why is Master so excited all of a sudden?"

"How shameful for a man and a woman to be alone together!"

Ji Wushe's reaction was as violent as that of an old father whose delicate flower, which he had nurtured with great care, was deceived by a yellow-haired man outside, even though that 'yellow-haired man' was another of his apprentices.

Chao Zhao confessed honestly: "I don't know why, but whenever I touch my brother, the flame goes out. I have no choice but to hold him all the time."

"Let's go meet your brother."

After Ji Wushe finished speaking, he picked up Chao Zhao by the back of his collar and flew into the air.

At his level, he no longer needs to fly the sword.

But he might have forgotten that in Chao Zhao's eyes, he was only in the late Nascent Soul stage. Chao Zhao saw through it but did not point it out and pretended not to see it.

When Ji Wushe came to Rong Jizhi's cave, he was stunned when he saw the brand new house.

He looked at the unfamiliar furnishings of his third apprentice with surprise, and when he learned that the furnishings in the room were all arranged by Chao Zhao himself, the surprise turned into sourness.