Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

A day later, Lan Qian returned to the Demon Cult.

"See Saint."

The demon sect disciple guarding the door saw her and immediately bowed respectfully, "The leader has issued an order. If you come back, please go to Tingyu Pavilion to find him."

"Ah."

Lan Qian responded calmly.

Following the original owner's memory, I went to Tingyu Pavilion.

Tingyu Pavilion is located on the east side of the entire Demon Sect. The attic faces the direction of the rising sun and is named after a spring not far in front. The attic houses some ancient books and is a good place for leisure.

At this time, the door of Tingyu Pavilion was not guarded like before. Lan Qian approached the attic and could hear voices of conversation coming from inside, and occasionally, bursts of laughter.

She knocked on the door.

"Enter."

A voice came from inside.

When I opened the door, I saw two men playing chess by the window.

The man on the left is dressed in white, has a handsome face, and a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes that reveal his evil charm. His every move can charm thousands of girls. This man is Situ Yu, the leader of a cult who is a demon but likes to wear white clothes.

But Lan Qian was looking at the man on the right.

The man was wearing a black suit with gold trim and delicate patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. His appearance was impeccable, and his carefully carved facial features were even better than the man on the left, especially his eyes, which were as dark as ink and unfathomable.

With fingers as beautiful as white jade, he gently picked up a black chess piece and slowly placed it on a point on the chessboard. His eyes fell quietly on the chessboard, and his every move was unique and unparalleled in the world.

"Junior sister is back?"

Situ Yu temporarily put down the chess piece in his hand and introduced to Lan Qian: "This is Mr. Mo, a new friend of our sect leader and also a distinguished guest of our Demon Sect."

"Mr. Mo?"

Lan Qian's tone was slightly raised.

The man looked over, his dark eyes stayed on her face for a few seconds, and he bowed slightly and said:

"My name is Mo Chen."

"This is the Saint of our Demon Cult, her name is Lan Qian. I mentioned her to you before," Situ Yu then introduced her to Mo Chen with great pride, "The Saint of our Demon Cult is very famous in the martial arts world."

Although...it has a bad reputation.

Mo Chen nodded at her.

"Miss Blue."

Lan Qian smiled slightly, and looked at him with a pair of beautiful and clear eyes: "Mr. Mo is the leader's friend?"

"Junior sister, why are you so distant?"

Before Mo Chen could reply, Situ Yu on the other side was not happy. He opened the fan in his hand and fanned himself slowly: "Junior sister used to call me senior brother, why don't you call me senior brother today in front of Brother Mo? Are you shy?"

Lan Qian: ...

The original owner did call him senior brother in private. Situ Yu was the previous leader of the Demon Cult, and the son of the original owner's master. After the previous leader passed away, he succeeded to the position of leader and soon appointed the original owner as the Saint.

The two could be considered childhood sweethearts, and naturally had a good relationship having grown up together, but in front of other members of the church, in order to maintain his dignity as the leader, the original owner also called him the leader.

Seeing Lan Qian's speechless and slightly retarded look, Situ Yu choked and said, "Okay, okay, no more jokes."

He explained:

"Brother Mo came here for a serious matter. His relatives and the wife and daughter of his uncle's family have been missing for seventeen years because of the murder of a villain. This time he came out to find them."

"Haven't you been wearing a jade pendant since you were a child? When Brother Mo mentioned a related token the other day, I just remembered the one in your hand. It has very similar characteristics to what Brother Mo mentioned."

"Brother Situ is right," Mo Chen also spoke in a gentle tone, "I heard that Miss Lan has a jade pendant on her body. Can you take it out and let me have a look?"

His eyes fell on her.

His eyes lingered calmly between her eyebrows.

"of course can."

Lan Qian took out the jade pendant from her arms.

In the original owner's impression, she has carried this jade pendant with her since she could remember. She has always known that the jade pendant is very important. It seems that in her dreams, or in her distant and vague memories, someone asked her to keep it well.