Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

In the chaos, Tong Xiyuan did not respond to Liu Qingji, but drew out the Qingshuang Sword and planned to go up and save people.

Xuan Zhidaozun, who had already seen the monster, naturally would not give his disciple the chance to take risks. He raised his hand to grab Tong Xiyuan, and then he made some hand gestures to control the Xuantian Sword and flew out.

Everyone only felt a flash of cold light.

The few demon cultivators on the river who had been so arrogant just now were instantly pierced through by the Xuantian Sword and disappeared on the spot, emitting three or five terrible screams.

The Xuantian Sword turned and flew low in the air, close to the surface of the river, rescued Lu Zhihan and sent him back to the shore.

Seeing this, Liu Qingji on the other side quickly turned around and flew back to the shore. While supporting the soaked Lu Zhihan, he walked forward and said, "Thank you, Daozun, for your help."

Lu Zhihan used his spiritual power to dry the clothes, pursed his lips to express his gratitude, with a look of shame on his face. He was a senior disciple of a sect, but he had never even defeated a few small demon cultivators, and was even seen by the respected Xuan Zhi Dao Zun. It was really embarrassing.

Fan He just responded with a serious attitude, turned his head to look at Tong Xiyuan, frowned, and said in a cold voice: "You were too reckless just now."

With Tong Xiyuan's level of cultivation, he would only end up dead if he rushed forward.

Recalling the fear in his heart just now, Fan He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, knowing that the thoughts he had been trying hard to suppress had reached their limit.

Fortunately, Tong Xiyuan did not take the initiative to get close to him again.

Tong Xiyuan looked at the two protagonists eagerly, "Are you okay?"

"No problem," Liu Qingji said, "Uncle Tong, why are you and Daozun here?"

Neither she nor Lu Zhihan were so narcissistic as to think that these two people came to help them, they were just curious about the reason behind it.

Tong Xiyuan recounted what he had done before. He knew that Liu Wushang would come next, so he took the initiative to say, "Although the demon cultivator has been eliminated, it is getting late today. My master and I plan to stay here to rest for a night and return to the sect with you tomorrow."

Fan He glanced at him sideways without saying anything.

Lu Zhihan and his companion greeted the villagers who had met them earlier, and took Tong Xiyuan and his companion to the inn where they were staying.

"Two upper rooms."

The innkeeper already knew Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji, and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, there is only one room left. Master Lu, you are all cultivators, so it doesn't matter where you sleep, right? Why don't you let these two squeeze in?"

Lu Zhihan looked at his boss with a headache and said, "No, these two are of noble status and are from our Lingxiao Sect..."

Tong Xiyuan interrupted him, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Fan He while holding the sword, and asked softly, "Is it okay? Master."

999 pointed out his little thoughts, [Yuanbao, are you seducing your husband? ]

Tong Xiyuan hummed, and asked in his heart: [He is allowed to tease me, but I am not allowed to tease him? ]

999 immediately gave him a few novels, [Yes! ]

Tong Xiyuan silently took the novel and planned to read it when he had free time later.

He held the sword with an expectant look on his face. Fan He glanced at him hastily and said, "Okay."

The group went upstairs and said goodbye to Liu Qingji at the wooden stairs.

Tong Xiyuan and his friends' room was right next to Lu Zhihan's, which made it convenient for him to eavesdrop on the protagonist's movements.

After entering the house, Tong Xiyuan just put the sword on the table, and heard Fan He behind him say: "Master is not tired, go outside for a walk, and your disciple will have a good rest."

Without waiting for Tong Xiyuan's consent, Fan He opened the door and went out. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot and no one knew where he went.

Tong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment, then sat on a wooden stool and began to look through the novel given by the system. After seeing a few similar plots, he asked in disbelief: [Jiu Mei, is he hiding from me?]

[According to this statistical analysis,] 999 cleared his throat pretentiously, [Yes, he escaped, his heart was moved.]

Tong Xiyuan muttered, "It seems that the heart of those who practice the ruthless way is not that stable."

He closed the novels, stood up and trimmed the wick of the burning candle.

It's quiet at night.

In the bamboo forest in the suburbs, under a bright full moon, two figures stood face to face.

Liu Qingji glanced behind her guiltily, fearing that Lu Zhihan would find out that she was not in the inn. She quickly whispered, "Dad, my daughter really likes him. I won't poison him."

The figure standing opposite her raised his face. He looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, his eyes full of anger. "Like him?! Liu Qingji, do you know who he is and who you are?"

Liu Qingji stiffened her neck and said to him, "My daughter knows, but Dad, Lingxiao Sect is not the kind of sect you mistakenly think it is. They really help the weak and save the people."

Liu Wushang refused to listen and angrily said, "What do you know at such a young age? Were you born a thousand years ago? No! Only your father and I witnessed with our own eyes how that group of people besieged the Demon Lord, how they exterminated all the demon cultivators, and how they forced our Blood Demon Sect into the current situation where everyone despises us!"

Liu Qing said painfully: "But, it was wrong for the Sect Master to help the Demon Lord back then..."

Liu Wushang interrupted her, "Shut up! Do you really think those hypocrites are good people? They are all pretending to be good people just to win people's hearts. Okay, since you don't want to take away his cultivation, then make this move. You can tell him your identity afterwards. If he can betray Lingxiao Sect for you, then Dad will let him go."

A small pill fell into Liu Qingji's palm. She lowered her head to take a look. When she saw the gorgeous crimson color of the pill, her face turned pale and red. "Dad, my daughter and him have not yet..."

"Dad can see it," Liu Wushang said, "That's why I asked you to use this medicine to test his feelings."

No matter how angry he was about Liu Qingji falling in love with Lu Zhihan, after his anger subsided, he also wanted to make some plans for his only daughter.

Liu Qingji clenched the pill in his hand and whispered, "My daughter knows."

Liu Wushang had already made concessions in this matter. If she still disagreed and angered Liu Wushang, Lu Zhihan would only die faster.

After the two parted, Liu Qingji returned to the inn and opened the door of Lu Zhihan's room.

"Senior brother?"

The room was dark and there was no sound of breathing.

Liu Qingji paused, lit the candle and found that Lu Zhihan was not in the room. She anxiously put medicine in the teapot. The pill was colorless and odorless and quickly dissolved in the water. Then she sat at the table and waited quietly for Lu Zhihan to come back.

After a while, Lu Zhihan came back.

"Junior sister, why are you here?" he asked, "I had something to do just now. Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Liu Qingji shook his head and poured out a cup of tea. "Soon, I have something to tell you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared behind Lu Zhihan.

"What's the matter?" Tong Xiyuan leaned forward, showing no intention of avoiding the question.

Liu Qingji was surprised, and Lu Zhihan explained: "The innkeeper asked me to send some food to Daozun and Master, so I sat down and talked with Master. It happened that Master wanted to go out to look for Daozun, so he came with me."

After he finished speaking, he took the initiative to move aside to let Tong Xiyuan sit down, and placed the cup of tea in front of Tong Xiyuan, "If Uncle Master is not in a hurry, it's okay to sit for a while."

"No hurry." Tong Xiyuan picked it up and took a sip. When he looked up and met Liu Qingji's hesitant gaze, he suddenly thought of something.