My wife is the sect leader

An Jing whispered to himself, "She came to find me on purpose, and she fell in love with me immediately. Now that I think about it carefully, I was indeed deceived."

At this moment, there was a rustling sound, maybe something was walking alone in the grass, An Jing didn't pay attention, he sighed softly, and stroked Heijiao's head.

But the black flood dragon was sucked away, it stared at the grass.

A small, plump, and snow-white shadow appeared in the amber-like eyes.

That's a rabbit.

With his back facing the black flood dragon, he gnawed at the grass roots beside him.

The head of the black flood dragon stretched forward, and it opened its fangs.

The rabbit seemed to have sensed something, it turned back its small body, and simply looked at the black dragon.

suddenly.

It bounced forward a bit.

"!"

Hei Jiao immediately shrank his head back.

I ran into An Jing who was gathering the fallen leaves from the surrounding branches.

He was a little puzzled, looked at the black flood dragon, then at the rabbit, almost fainted from anger.

"You are a flood dragon! Flood dragon! How can you be afraid of a rabbit?!"

"..."

Hei Jiao can't speak.

It can only be innocent.

Rubbing its head in front of An Jing, it looked very aggrieved.

"Not as good as a dog raised by Tan Yun!"

An Jing felt a little helpless, "That's all."

He pointed his finger, and a burst of sword energy shot out from his fingertips, hitting the rabbit's neck precisely, and the rabbit fell to the ground and twitched for a while, and then fell into a pool of blood.

"It can be regarded as a home-delivered dinner."

An Jing stepped forward and lifted the rabbit's ears.

Then skillfully lit a fire, and put the wet clothes on the fire grill for grilling.

"Such a plump rabbit..."

An Jing picked up a sharpened branch, directly skewered the whole rabbit, and grilled it on the fire.

After a while, you can smell the meaty aroma.

Hei Jiao looked curiously at the roasted rabbit in An Jing's hand with a pair of huge eyes.

It smells so good.

Some drooling.

An Jing bit the rabbit meat hard, as if to relieve the depression and helplessness in his heart.

The moonlight was sinking westward, shining on the clear stream.

"How can you bear to give up when you feel strong, and there is no resentment in the depths of love."

Looking at the inverted moonlight, An Jing couldn't help thinking of the misty Yuzhou City, "I don't know when I will be able to return to that Yuzhou City, maybe I will never go back."

Life is like a long river, the left bank is the laughter of the millennium, the right bank is the eternal foam under the candlelight, the middle is the year-by-year faint loneliness, the wind blows always the floating sorrow, only the heartless Loneliness is a firework that cannot be blown away by the wind.

"No matter what the result is, I still want to go and see it again. Seeing is believing. Yes, hearing is believing. Seeing is believing."

"Maybe I guessed wrong?"

"perhaps……"

An Jing looked at the full moon and couldn't help talking to himself.

........

Four elephant gates, wing rooms.

The waning moon hangs high, the stars are dotted with stars, and the moonlight shines down like a horse.

Yang Chong frowned, and walked slowly towards the wing.

"Brother!"

At this moment, a girl with bright eyes and kind eyes appeared in front of her, holding a food box in her hand.

It was Jia Meixian.

Yang Chong asked curiously, "What dishes did you cook?"

"Following my brother's instructions, I stewed an old hen to nourish Han Shaoxia's body."

There was a trace of strangeness in Jia Meixian's eyes, "Brother, what are you doing here so late?"

"That... that's good."

Yang Chong faltered, and said with a guilty conscience: "I'm afraid that Brother Han will be bored, so I will chat with him to relieve boredom."

As he spoke, he opened the door and shouted loudly.

"Brother Han, my junior sister and I came to see you and made chicken soup for you."

The house was quiet, without any sound.

Jia Meixian walked into the room and found that the bed was empty, she couldn't help asking: "Hey, where is the person?"

"not good!"

Yang Chong thought of something, and his face changed, "Then Brother Han won't be so ashamed and angry, he will commit suicide..."

Jia Meixian put the food box on the table and said strangely: "Brother, look at the table."

I saw a white piece of paper on the table, and a wooden sword the size of a palm beside the paper.

"what is this?"

Yang Chong picked up the white paper on the table and muttered: "Brother Yang, Miss Jia, Mrs. Han has become ill due to longing. Let's go first. We will meet each other if we are destined to meet each other in the future. I leave this thing to express my gratitude."

Jia Meixian played with the wooden sword in his hand and muttered, "Is it this wooden sword?"

"Hey."

Yang Chong sat down on the chair, lost his mind and said: "He actually left, it's all my fault..."

Jia Meixian asked in confusion, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

She still knew Yang Chong, he was not an arrogant and domineering person.

"It's bandits."

Yang Chong shook his head, and said sadly: "I learned from him today that he was humiliated by bandits, and his body and mind were greatly traumatized."

Jia Meixian was even more puzzled when he heard this.

Yang Chong explained: "What do you think Brother Han looks like?"

Jia Meixian thought for a while, then whispered: "Very good......"

Among the thousands of disciples of the Four Elephants Sect, few are more handsome than Han Shaoxia, especially those eyes.

Yang Chong sighed, "That's right, some people like him the most, with a red face and white teeth."

"Brother, could it be..."

Jia Meixian stared with disbelief in his eyes.

Yang Chong looked at the wooden sword in Jia Meixian's hand, and shook his head: "Since he wants to leave, we don't want to force him to keep it. You can keep this thing. Brother Han is also a hard-working man."

With that said, Yang Chong walked out of the house with a regretful face.

Only Jia Meixian was left with a look of astonishment, staring blankly at the wooden sword in his hand.

..........

Three days later, at Dongluo Pass, the Demon Well was sealed.

Zhao Qingmei stood down the well, holding a piece of white letter paper in her hand, and a wooden man next to her hung a basket with wine and meat in it.

"Failed?"

Zhao Qingmei frowned after reading the letter.

Although she is now in the Demon Sealing Well, she can still control the entire Demon Cult through Yu Qiurong.

Duanmu Xinghua is loyal to the Demon Cult, and Zhao Qingmei is still the leader of the Demon Cult, so Duanmu Xinghua still obeys her orders for the time being. As the original leader of the Heavenly Sect, her words still carry a lot of weight.

As for Yu Qiurong and the head of the Xuanwu seat, she lifted them up with one hand.

Yu Qiurong holds the lifeblood of the Demon Cult, and the head of the Xuanwu seat holds the most powerful and elite armor of the Demon Cult.

Zhao Qingmei knew very well in her heart that as long as this elite force was in her hands, the Demon Cult would be in her hands forever.

In addition, Jiang Shang had nothing to do with the Xin Demon Sect, so he left in a hurry, while Jiang Renyi was honestly retreating in the Dongluo Desert, as if seeking an opportunity to break through to the realm of a master.

The Demon Cult is still very stable.

The only thing to worry about is the old fellows at the Demon Sealing Stage.

"call........"

Zhao Qingmei thought about it: "Jia Shiwu really gave Zhao Chongyin a big gift, I'm afraid the Tianji Pavilion will disappear, Xiao Ruoyun is really stupid..."

The owner of the Tianji Pavilion once said that this matter is safe, but he did not expect that there was a flaw in the most critical link. If the Tianji Pavilion is convicted of murdering the prince, then the Dayan Jianghu will probably be destroyed.

"It seems that the ghost swordsman has taken refuge in Prince Zhao Chongyin. It seems that he didn't kill this person in Yuzhou City at the beginning. It really shouldn't be. Now it has become a worry in his heart."

Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath, and then crushed the letter paper in her hand.

The head of the Demon Cult's Azure Dragon Seat was seriously injured by the sword of the ghost swordsman, and then almost died at his hands. This is already an out-and-out opposition to the Demon Cult.

It seems that the ghost swordsman has already taken refuge in Zhao Chongyin, so it is impossible to recruit him.

"I can only wait for me to go out and solve these things."

Zhao Qingmei picked up the food box, sprinkled her beauty drunk on the food as usual, and walked towards the cave.

According to the calculations of the past few days, today's measurement is almost the same. Even if Nan Weiping has the strength of a top master, it is still difficult to eliminate the poison of beauty drunk.

Soon, they came to the cave.

Zhao Qingmei said lightly: "Senior Nan, today's meal is here."

"That's right, what's delicious today, please bring it up."

Nan Weiping, who was still lying on the ground, suddenly became interested, and stood up quickly, with bright eyes.

The meals of the past few days made her feel even more joyful, as if she couldn't do without the delicious food sent by Zhao Qingmei.

Zhao Qingmei put the food box in front of Nan Weiping, and said, "Pearl Jade White Jade Soup, Baiji Pig Lung Soup, Sugar Lily Horseshoe Soup, Roasted Deer Preserved, and a jug of good wine."

"Good good."

Nan Weiping felt her taste buds twitching just listening to it, and she couldn't wait to open the food box.

Zhao Qingmei quietly looked at Nan Weiping, who was devouring it, without saying a word.

"Why don't you write your diary and watch me eat?"

Holding the rice in her hand, Nan Weiping saw Zhao Qingmei and asked without moving.

Today's Zhao Qingmei seems to be a little different from the past.

"Not in a hurry."

Zhao Qingmei's beautiful eyes were as calm as water, and she said, "I'm waiting for Senior Nan to finish eating, I want to ask a question."

After hearing this, Nan Weiping continued to swallow her food: "Ask me a question, it depends on my mood."

A rare smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Qingmei's mouth, "Then maybe it's up to you, Senior Nan."

"What do you mean?"

Nan Weiping also heard the deep meaning in the words, and the movements of her hands stopped.