The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 33 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (33)

"Definitely, thank you for your good words, An Ning and I will definitely be loving husband and wife, and we will be in harmony."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, nodded to Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua School who was sitting directly opposite him, and he smiled politely.

And Jian Anning was on the sidelines, listening to the boring conversation between Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua School, and Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, she just listened silently, and she didn't respond.

Husband and wife love each other, Qin Se and Ming...

As soon as tonight is over, I will take Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, to escape. Whether it is returning to the Poison Spider Pavilion, wandering the world together, or retreating to the mountains and forests, I will never marry Li Qinghuan and you. husband and wife.

Jian Anning slandered in her heart, but on the surface she didn't say a word, quietly watching a table of people eating food.

"An Ning, why don't you eat food?"

Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua Sect, looked at Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader who was sitting beside her. She thought that Jian Anning's body was not feeling well again, so she asked with concern.

"Sister Ye, I ate it when I was cooking just now."

"Sister Ye, you also know that I am greedy and love to eat meat. I have eaten a lot, and now I can't eat any more."

Jian Anning lied and didn't make drafts, she was talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Although she was lying, Jian Anning's eyes were firm and sincere.

Therefore, Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua School, did not doubt Jian Anning, nor did Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, and Ming Chongli, a major disciple of the New Moon School, and the other dozen or so disciples of various sects were even more suspicious of her. There's no doubting her anymore.

Jian Anning silently observed the people at the two tables. She confirmed that everyone except her had eaten the rice and vegetables infiltrated with the sweat medicine, and they all ate a lot.

After Jian Anning confirmed it, she felt relieved, and she curled her lips slightly.

Since Jian Anning lowered her head, no one saw the tricky smile on the corner of her mouth.

After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms one after another. Some went to take a shower before returning to their rooms, and some went directly to their rooms to sleep.

Jian Anning stayed alone in her room, she silently calculated the time in her heart, it would take half an hour to an hour for the sweat medicine to take effect.

Jane Anning stayed in the room, and she watched the sky outside the window of the room become completely dark, with only a round moon and countless twinkling stars in the sky.

Jian Anning reckoned that the time was almost up, so in order to be safe, she waited in the room for a while, and she waited for about half an hour.

About half an hour later.

Jian Anning pushed open the door of her room, she walked out of the room, walked from the second floor of the inn to the first floor along the stairs, and then took a detour to the abandoned firewood room in the backyard of the inn where Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was imprisoned.

The abandoned woodshed in the backyard of the inn is still locked.

Jian Anning had no choice but to enter the abandoned woodshed through the only dilapidated window.

"Cough cough..."

Because the windows were too old, they kicked up dust in the air as soon as they were opened, and the dust was flying.

Jian Anning's health was not good, and she was still suffering from a cold when she poured water on her body yesterday. As soon as the dust entered her nasal cavity, she coughed.

Although Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School, Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua School, and the remaining dozen or so young men from various schools and schools of martial arts who Jian Anning could not name Disciple, they have all fainted from the sweat medicine.

But Jian Anning still didn't dare to cough like a conditioned reflex. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands, trying to suppress the sound of coughing.

When Jane Anning's cough got better and she could catch her breath, she went in through the only dilapidated window in the abandoned woodshed.

"demon king?"

"Demon King, are you awake?"

With the bright moonlight shining in from the window, Jian Anning was able to clearly see the face of Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult.

The cold moonlight happened to bathe the handsome face of Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes were very long, and a shadow fell on his lower eyelid, which was the shadow cast by the moonlight.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Devil's Cult, became haggard. There were even a few bluish stubbles growing on his chin, but he was still handsome.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was tied to a pillar. He sat on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

"Demon King, are you asleep?"

Seeing that Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was motionless, Jian Anning amplified her voice and asked.

"Jian Anning, why are you here?" Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes glanced at Jian Anning who was standing in front of him.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, looked at Jian An Ning with a look full of hostility due to years of hatred for the righteous way of martial arts, but a little joy was hidden because of Jian An Ning's unexpected arrival.

The joy of Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was hidden very deeply, hidden in the depths of his dark eyes, hidden in his heart, and he himself did not realize it.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, didn't realize that he was driven by revenge, and his frozen heart was cracked because of Jian Anning's arrival.

"I thought you were asleep?"

Jian Anning hooked her lips and said with a sweet smile.

Jian Anning originally thought that Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was asleep. If he fell asleep, it would be better to wake him up;

Or maybe Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, passed out, which is troublesome. Jian Anning's body is weak, so it is really difficult for her to escape with the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye;
Or, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect who was the leader among the dozen or so people, changed his mind and killed Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult.

Fortunately, the situation that Jian Anning was most worried about did not happen, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was just closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Shen Qiye, the leader of the demon sect, was assassinated by Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, and was seriously injured and imprisoned.

After the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, was arrested, he was tied up in this abandoned woodshed all day long. He had slept for a long time during the day, but at night, he had no sleep at all and could not sleep at all.

"Great Demon King, I'm here to rescue you." Jian Anning looked at Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult who was haggard but still handsome, and said seriously.

"Jian Anning, it's just you, and I'm the only one going out? Hmph..." Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, smiled disdainfully. His expression was mocking, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"Although you say you are the daughter of the leader of the martial arts guild, you are a sick and weak woman, and you basically don't know martial arts. You said you rescued me, how are you going to rescue me?"

(End of this chapter)