This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling carried Qin Lanzhi on her back and settled her in the general's mansion. As soon as she went out, she saw Qi Zhankou standing outside the door waiting for her.

"An Ling, I have something to talk to you about." His face was solemn. He was worried about Qin Lanzhi's condition and was also concerned about the unknown situation.

"Yes," An Ling nodded in reply. She knew what Qi Zhan Kou was talking about. It was probably something about the ghost skull and the mysterious formation diagram. She had been busy training Qin Lanzhi before, and now she finally had time to ask Qi Zhan Kou. She suddenly thought of something and said, "Oh, by the way, the doctor said that Lanzhi just consumed too much energy. She will be fine after she wakes up and rests for a few days."

"That's good..." Qi Zhankou's short and thick eyebrows drooped down, and he was unusually depressed. "If I treat her like this, she will definitely hate me..."

An Ling did not comfort Qi Zhankou, because she felt that there was no need for Qi Zhankou to do so. He not only wanted to humiliate Qin Lanzhi in archery, but also wanted to make her lose face in front of the entire Weiyuan Army. She really didn't know what he was thinking.

On the way to the secret room, the two were silent, thinking about their own things. After they entered the secret room and Qi Zhankou activated the multiple soundproofing formations, the two finally started talking.

Out of respect, An Ling waited for Qi Zhankou to speak first.

Qi Zhankou turned around, took out the formation diagram from somewhere, and put it on the table. His tiger eyes no longer had the frustration just now, but were full of wisdom and deterrence, staring at An Ling closely.

An Ling was very puzzled. She glanced at Qi Zhankou. She didn't do anything wrong, so why was he staring at her?

"Before we talk, I need to confirm your identity first." Qi Zhankou placed a magical instrument similar to a rice cooker on the table, "You must answer my questions truthfully."

Although An Ling was a little puzzled, she thought that she had nothing to fear from her own shadow, so she said casually, "Ask anything you want."

"Is An Ling your real name?" "Yes."

"Where are you from?" "...a small coastal fishing village in the East China Sea, near Hongliu Town."

"Are you really a disciple of Canglan Sword Sect?" "Yes."

When An Ling said this, the polygraph instantly emitted a blinding red light, accompanied by a burst of ghostly howling sounds.

"What!" An Ling was stimulated by the red light and reflexively drew out the Xiangzhu Sword. She said coldly, "General, I treated you with courtesy. Why are you acting like this?"

"I will not allow anyone to deceive me and my family." Qi Zhankou picked up the tea and took a sip, then said lightly.

An Ling was so angry that she almost laughed, "I lied to you? Don't you know that I escorted Qin Lanzhi and her daughter here for a month with great effort?"

Qi Zhankou was worthy of being a general, and he was full of oppression. He was skilled in the techniques and psychology of torture, and his pressing questioning made An Ling feel like she was in a police station.

Qi Zhankou laughed and said, "But you lied. You are not a disciple of the Sword Sect at all. Do you have an identity jade token? Have you lit a soul lamp in the sect?"

An Ling was silent. Although she had a good talent in cultivation, even better than many formal disciples of the Sword Sect, she was indeed a self-taught person. Her master passed away and only left her some inheritance. She didn't know whether her master Yu Lang had reported to the Canglan Sword Sect. In a sense, she could not be said to be a disciple of the Sword Sect.

"So what? Qi Yun and her daughter, you, the general, and all the soldiers have seen what kind of person I am. Besides, the general is so aggressive, isn't he meddling too much?"

After Qi Zhankou folded his arms and looked at An Ling for a while, he finally smiled, put down his arms, and put on a gentle mask: "Yes, it's my fault. I guessed that An Xian had grown up for no reason. Qi Zhankou apologizes to you here, but Tianxing Mansion really can't live without you now." After saying that, he stood up and poured a cup of tea for An Ling.

An Ling laughed and said, "I think Tianxing Prefecture is thriving under the leadership of General Qi. How can I be of any use to you?"

Qi Zhankou added, "Hey, you and that Qin Lanzhi get along pretty well, don't you? Besides, our Tianxing Prefecture will have the Gods' Festival in a few days, so don't miss this annual festival, An Xianchang."

An Ling rolled her eyes at Qi Zhankou in her heart. It’s none of your business who I get along with. Why do you feel like you are forcing me to stay in Tianxing Mansion?

She cursed silently in her heart, but kept calm on her face. "My master once told me anxiously that I must rush to the sect as soon as possible, so..."

Qi Zhankou played with the teacup and asked, "If you are in such a hurry, how can you have the time to send my little sister and her daughter to Tianxing? This direction is a million miles away from Canglan Sword Sect."

Morally blackmailing me?!

An Ling looked at Qi Zhankou in shock. She didn't expect him to be so shameless. I was willing to send them here because I am kind and have a sense of justice. How could this guy use this to control her?

Qi Zhankou smiled brightly. "Little girl, you want to fight me? You're still a little naive!"

He laughed loudly and said, "It's only a few days. Don't worry and stay in Tianxing! We in the Qi family will definitely not treat you unfairly!"

It's okay. Food, accommodation and entertainment are all included. Food, accommodation and entertainment are all included. Food, accommodation and entertainment are all included... An Ling hypnotized herself for a while before finally and reluctantly agreeing to the request to stay for the holiday.

Qi Zhankou was relieved to finally keep the "sword". As General Weiyuan, he had no need for such means. To put it bluntly, he was using his niece's favor as a threat, but...

He stared at the animal skin formation diagram on the table in a trance. This formation diagram was related to the fortunes of the two countries and Fuso's seal on monsters. If he had a little more power, he would have to let her stay and protect the formation diagram even if it meant losing face.

He has already sent a petition to the imperial court requesting support, but it would take at least a few days for someone from Bu Tiansi to arrive. In two days it would be the God Parade Festival, and by then all the people in Tianxing Prefecture would take to the streets to celebrate. If the enemy came to cause trouble at this time, the consequences would be disastrous!

Although An Ling's personality is not that good, her limbs are well-developed. According to the secret guards, her body is full of spiritual energy and her sword intent is soaring into the sky. She has the potential to be a sword fairy. Even among the many masters in Tianxing Mansion, she can be among the top five. Moreover, she is so young, I really can't imagine what kind of career she will achieve in the future.

Qi Zhankou looked at An Ling, who looked almost the same as his niece, and sighed deeply. There are many things that cannot be solved with fists, and there are also many things that have to be done!