The manual of saving male god of fast crossing system

Chapter 382
The system fell silent, and if the little ancestor loses his temper, only the master can suppress her.

Wanwan glanced at the cave, then walked towards the door, twisted the mechanism of the door, and the stone door slowly rose.

Outside, the green hills are stacked, looming in the pale and misty clouds, and the nearby lake is hazy and shadowy, reflecting the vast water surface of the sky, with sparkling blue waves.

This is the Izumo Valley of the Demon Sect, with beautiful lakes and mountains, the breeze blows, and fallen flowers are flying.

Wanwan took out a signal tube from her bosom, pulled it upwards, and a signal flare flew into the sky.

After waiting under the tree for only a cup of tea, a painting boat slowly opened.

The boat stopped by the lake, and someone flew down from it like a bird. It was a girl in Tsing Yi, thirteen or fourteen years old, very cute.

"Sister Saint, you are finally out."

Wanwan walked over on foot and rubbed her hair, "How is the leader recently?"

Yun Wanwan has been practicing in seclusion in the cave for three months, and her little maid Tsing Yi brings food over every day.

Tsing Yi said: "The leader has become weaker and weaker recently, and I miss the young master and you very much."

Wanwan pondered for a while, then asked, "Is the young master not in the church?"

Tsing Yi curled her lips and said: "The young master went down the mountain half a month ago."

Sure enough, Wanwan pretended not to know, raised her eyebrows, and said angrily, "Why did he leave me again?"

Tsing Yi tugged at her clothes and said: "Sister Saint, don't be angry, maybe the young master has gone down the mountain to find something good for you."

The Liuhuo Palace is called the Devil's Cult by the martial arts in the Central Plains, and the disciples in the Liuhuo Palace don't know that the young master doesn't like this saint.

The poor saint was so infatuated that she didn't realize that the young master didn't like her and was obsessed with her.

Wanwan's beautiful eyes turned around, and she said, "Take me to see the leader."

Wanwan followed Tsing Yi on board the boat, and the boat slowly headed towards the foot of a high mountain.

The boat drove into a passage at the foot of the mountain, and then passed through a tunnel to a rocky shore, where there was a mountain road, and there were already disciples of the Devil's Cult waiting for it.

Wanwan glanced at the elevator and thought to herself, people in the Demon Cult are pretty smart.

The buildings of the Devil's Cult are mainly located on high mountains, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and easy to go down the mountain and difficult to go up the mountain. There are still several lines of defense when entering and exiting.

Tsing Yi led the way ahead, Wanwan kept her eyes fixed, and there was a faint tinkling of bells as she walked, and the disciples of the Devil's Cult bowed their heads to say hello when they saw her.

Soon they arrived at a courtyard, and there were two people guarding the door of a wing, dressed in black, with expressionless faces, and an invisible evil spirit on their bodies.

Liuhuo Palace has left and right protectors, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning four hall masters.

The left and right protectors did not follow Rong Xiu down the mountain, but stood guard in front of the leader's door.

Wanwan sneered in her heart, but frowned slightly on her face.

"What are you doing here? Where is the leader?"

Guardian Zuo said in a low voice: "I have seen the saint, the master sees you, hurry up and go in."

With a cold snort, Wanwan pushed open the door and entered the room.

The light in the room was dim, and coughing could be heard faintly from behind the bead curtain.

"Wanwan, you're here." A hoarse voice came from the other side of the bed.

Wanwan opened the curtain and walked quickly, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

The leader's name is Rong Jue, and he was the most beautiful man in Jianghu when he was young, but now he looks like an old man over fifty years old.

Probably, it's about to die.

"Wanwan, I don't see you in three months, your martial arts are getting better and better."

Wanwan smiled hypocritically: "Thanks to the teacher's teaching."

(End of this chapter)