Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Jiang Que was in a stable mood.

F**K!!

Where's my wife!?

What about my big wife?

I am about to make love with my wife, why do you suddenly call me back?!

Give my wife back to me!!

!!!

The more turbulent Jiang Que's mood was, the more serious his face became. He stood straight, looking like he kept strangers away and was proud and independent.

Perhaps considering that they had just experienced life and death, the elder did not immediately question them about how they had fallen into the hands of the demons during this trial, and let them go back to rest first.

The heroine, Tang Qia, is the only female master in the Dusheng Sect. She has a free and unrestrained personality and believes that fate is predestined. However, she falls into the hands of the hero and ends up dying.

Coincidentally, the original owner was her apprentice.

Among the disciples captured in this trial, four or five were her disciples, but only Jiang Que returned alive.

The Dusheng Gate was built in a mountain range, with each elder and immortal master occupying a hilltop.

The hilltop where Tang Qia lives is called the Crying Soul Pavilion. Due to the terrain, when the wind blows, it sounds like countless wronged souls crying. People get used to it and don’t think it’s a big deal.

Tang Qia did not have many disciples, because her criterion for selecting disciples was good looks. The top ten most good-looking ones would get a separate courtyard, and the original owner was one of them.

Jiang Que returned to the house according to the original owner's memory. Before entering the yard, he smelled the aroma of wine.

It was a good time when all the flowers were in full bloom. Jiang Que pushed open the simple bamboo gate in the yard.

Under the blooming peach tree in the wall courtyard, peach pink petals fluttered in the air with the breeze.

The heroine Tang Qia was wearing a green dress and was leaning against a tree trunk drinking casually.

Seeing him coming back, he casually picked a bunch of flowers and held them in his hand, then stabbed towards Jiang Que who pushed the door open.

With the accumulation of spiritual power, the flower branch instantly broke through the air like a sharp sword. Jiang Que raised his hand and grabbed it. The petals on the branch bloomed steadily, without a single petal falling.

Jiang Que's face was calm: "Master, what do you mean?"

Tang Qia took a sip from the wine pot, flew down from the peach tree, landed beside Jiang Que, took the flower branch from his hand, and said with satisfaction: "This time I went down the mountain to train, my cultivation has improved a lot."

Most of her disciples are good-looking but useless.

Among the top ten most beautiful people, Jiang Que has the worst cultivation. If it weren't for his face, he would have been kicked out of the rankings and would have been forced to share a room with the disciples at the foot of the mountain.

"Master, Master, the headmaster asks you to go to the Changsheng Hall to discuss matters."

Tang Qia wanted to try Jiang Que again, but then a disciple came jogging over, most likely because of the demons' kidnapping of disciples from the immortal sect for drinking.

In recent years, the demons have been rampant, and many immortal sects have been attacked to varying degrees, and there seems to be a momentum for war.

Jiang Que was the only disciple Tang Qia captured who came back alive. Although she was always easy-going, she couldn't help but get angry.

He patted Jiang Que on the shoulder, signaling him to have a good rest.

With a gesture of fingers, a green light flashed, and he instantly disappeared from the yard, leaving only the piece of peach branch that fell to the ground, and the petals broke into pieces and were blown away by the passing breeze.

Jiang Que's bloodstained robe was blown up by the wind. He stood alone in the yard, with a graceful demeanor, like a white peony stained with blood, his eyes sparse and focused, keeping people at a distance.

He lightly tapped the place on his shoulder where Tang Qia had tapped him with his overly long fingers, and walked into the house.

After Jiang Que finished bathing and changed into white clothes, a disciple came to call him to go to the Changsheng Palace to take a test.

They were afraid that some of the disciples who returned alive might have been spies planted by the demons, so they were asked to go over and test whether they had any demonic energy.

Jiang Que was a little scared.

He had had negative distance contact with the Demon Prince, and although it was only for a short while, it was inevitable that he would be contaminated with some demonic energy.

If this was found out in public, I, a pure and innocent boy, would be so embarrassed.

Beauty System: [……]

From the sound of your voice, I can tell you feel a little regretful.