The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 12 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (12)

"Jian Anning, I know where there is a thousand-year-old blood lotus, let's find it now, or it will be too late."

"Just the two of us?" Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, was sitting on the window sill. She tilted her head, raised her almond eyes slightly, and asked Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Sect, with slightly curved red lips.

"Just the two of us."

"Can I not go?"

Jian Anning asked with some reluctance, she really didn't want to go, the thousand-year-old blood lotus grew on the cliffs on the top of the snow-capped mountain, how could she climb to the top of the snow-capped mountain with her weak body.

"No, you must come with me."

"The snow mountain we are going to is at least three days away from the mountain where the poisonous spider pavilion is located. When I go alone and bring back the thousand-year-old blood lotus, you will be dead by then."

"Actually, you can write to my father directly. The leader of the martial arts is Jian Jie. He should have many thousand-year-old blood lotuses in stock, right? As long as you write to him and tell him that his daughter is dying, he will definitely send someone Send it to the poisonous spider pavilion."

Jian Anning blinked her eyes, and she made a proposal that she thought was very mature to Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult in front of her.

"What if your father doesn't give it?"

"Besides, I think it's faster for us to go to the snow mountain to find it ourselves."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, began to pack the necessary things, the medicine that Shadow bought just now, some changes of clothes, some necessary money, and some dry food.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was packing up his things, and at the same time ordered Ying Ying to invite the Twelve Lords of the Poison Spider Pavilion to the conference hall of the Poison Spider Pavilion.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Devil's Cult, will be away from the Poison Spider Pavilion for at least six days. The Devil's Cult cannot be without a leader, and there must be an agent in charge.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, temporarily left the side of Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, and went to the meeting hall of the Poison Spider Pavilion to wait for the arrival of the Twelve Lords.

In the meeting hall of the Poisonous Spider Pavilion.

After the twelve lords of the Poison Spider Pavilion came, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, briefly explained which lords were in charge of various matters, large and small, of the Demon Cult when he was not in the Poison Spider Pavilion.

After the explanation, Shen Qiye, the leader of the demon sect, set off with Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, and prepared to go down the mountain tonight.

On the way down the mountain.

"That, Great Demon King?"

"Can you walk a little slower?"

The mountain road was very steep, and Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, followed Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, following step by step, but she still couldn't keep up.

In less than a moment, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, had already thrown Jian Anning far behind him.

"Big Demon King, my feet hurt, I can't walk anymore!"

Jian Anning's mouth was panting, her face was red and her ears were red, and she was hot all over. She shouted loudly at a distance of more than ten meters behind Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult.

"Big Demon King, why don't you carry me? My feet hurt. I really can't walk anymore. I'm a patient with only three days left. Can't you take care of the patient?"

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, ignored the people behind him. He walked faster and further away, and within a few minutes, he was too far away from Jian Anning's sight.

"Ugh……"

Jian An Ning didn't want to leave at all, she sighed, pulled off the light blue skirt, sat on a big rock beside the mountain road halfway up the mountain, and rested, she really couldn't walk anymore.

Another moment passed.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, turned back the same way and returned to the place where Jian Anning was sitting and resting. He said, "I'll carry you on my back."

Jian Anning sat on the big rock, she raised her head, her face beaming with joy, she hadn't uttered words of gratitude yet, but in the end——

"waste."

"What did you say?"

"I said, I'll carry you on my back, trash."

"Can you say that again?"

"I'll carry you on my back, if you don't go, it will be dark."

Faced with Jian Anning's anger, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, directly ignored him, squatting down, and coldly ordered: "Come up soon?
So, Jian An Ning, who is a good-for-nothing, leaned on Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult: "Drive!"

"Are you riding me like a horse?" Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, had blue veins on his forehead, and he asked the person behind him, the voice was extremely cold, and Jian Anning's whole body was beaten when he heard the sinister voice. a shudder.

Suddenly, a cold mechanical voice sounded in Jian Anning's mind.

"Host, the system kindly reminds you that the current task target's favorability for you is 77, and the task target's hostility value is 90."

"When the quest target's favorability towards you is lower than the target's hostility, it is best not to piss off the quest target. The quest target is likely to kill you directly in a fit of anger."

Jian Anning looked at the 77 favorability and 90 hostility displayed on the head of the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, and she couldn't help but feel regretful for her death.

"Well, look, how cute the horse is."

"So, what I mean by driving is that you are very cute. You are as cute as a horse."

"No, no, you are cuter than a horse."

When Jian Anning was flustered, she didn't know what she was talking about indiscriminately. On the contrary, the description became darker and darker. It's better to say a few words less.

"I'll deal with you when I go back." Several black lines appeared on the forehead of the leader of the Devil's Cult, Shen Qiye. In the end, he still didn't express his anger, he just said something indifferently.

Then, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, walked on the mountain road with Jian Anning on his back.

It is evening now, the afterglow of the setting sun is gone, only the gloomy sky is left, and the sky will not be dark yet.

The mountain road is steep, and the road is surrounded by dense woods and overgrown weeds. From time to time, birds fly by, and occasionally a little rabbit jumps through the weeds and jumps into the depths of the woods.

Not long after, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, carried Jian Anning down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the road is no longer as rough and difficult as the mountain road.

"Can you get off me?" Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, said to Jian Anning who was on his back.

"No, my feet hurt, can you continue to carry me?"

Seeing that Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, didn't answer or move forward, Jian Anning buried her face in his shoulder again, and said coquettishly to him: "Think about it, I'm a sick person, how can I walk like you?" Are you walking fast? I asked you to carry me on your back, because I didn’t want to hold you back..."

"You keep me as if I'm still useful. You don't seem to want me to die, do you?"

"Although I am the daughter of the current martial arts leader, I have been in poor health since I was a child, and I don't know much about martial arts, and I don't know much about light skills. I am sure I can't keep up with your pace. You can carry me as a burden. It's convenient for you, and it's convenient for me."

What this girl said seemed to make sense, so Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was persuaded.

(End of this chapter)