My wife is the sect leader

As the poison king, one of the four famous doctors in the world, he naturally knew that he was extremely poisoned at this moment.

"Red... Yan..."

Liu Simiao's thoughts flashed back, and finally she couldn't raise her breath and lost her breath.

A generation of poison kings died in the end under the drunken beauty he refined.

........

The next day.

The body of the Poison King Liu Simiao was placed in the Heavenly Demon Palace in Dongluo Tower.

Lin Tianhai, Duanmu Xinghua, Li Fuzhou and others all had gloomy faces.

"I must find the murderer and cut him to pieces."

Lin Tianhai's eyes were burning with anger, and he couldn't restrain himself, his fists were clenched tightly, and his nails were embedded in his flesh.

Regarding Liu Simiao's death, the masters of the Devil's Cult also looked ugly, especially Liu Simiao died in the hands of the poison he refined, which made people suspicious and terrified.

At the same time, Yu Du and Zhang Zihao, two of Liu Simiao's disciples, disappeared.

This added to the suspicion at this time. Did they kill the poison king and flee in fear of crime, or were they also poisoned?

Everyone knows that things are not as simple as they appear on the surface. The two anti-drug kings always have a reason. If there is no one behind them, they will definitely not dare to do such a thing of deceiving their masters and destroying their ancestors. Who would have the guts to kill him?

Dare to kill the Poison King of the Demon Cult in Dongluo Pass?

Zhao Qingmei directly ordered to search the whereabouts of the two people with all their strength, not only to see the dead, but also to investigate suspicious people who have entered and exited Dongluo Pass recently.

Dongluoguan itself is a concentrated trade area, with a huge number of caravans coming and going every day, it is extremely difficult to find out suspicious persons.

But Zhao Qingmei gave an order to investigate no matter how difficult it was, Qinglong Seat and Renzong masters mobilized one after another.

For a moment, people in Dongluoguan panicked, even more nervous than the last assassination of Duanmu Xinghua. After all, it was known at the time that it was Hou Jin who did it, and Duanmu Xinghua was not dead.

But today, the poison king Liu Simiao died, and he died under his own poison. How can this strange way of death not make people feel chilling.

And who is the perpetrator this time?

Or Houjin?Or is it the Black Ice Terrace, or Liu Simiao's enemy?

A dark cloud hangs over the hearts of the Demon Cult masters.

........

The soft sunlight had already penetrated the window into the house, An Jing only felt a little glaring in front of him, and slowly opened his eyes.

Although after a big battle last night, it ended in a tie, and An Jing was exhausted and felt refreshed.

He stood up, and there was a brand new set of clothes and shoes beside him, and the styles and sizes were just right. "

Seeing this, An Jing's heart warmed, and he put on his clothes and pushed open the door.

Even though it was late autumn, the sun in Dongluoguan was still a bit vicious, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

"Go and see the black flood dragon first, and then find a place to retreat and try to break through the realm of the three qi."

An Jing was certain in his heart, ready to walk towards Dongluoguan.

At this time, a small head poked out from a distance, staring at An Jing with a pair of eyes.

An Jing whispered: "Tan Yun?"

"Uncle!"

Tan Yun stuck out his tongue and walked out with his head down.

An Jing asked suspiciously: "What are you doing so sneakily?"

Tan Yun blushed, and whispered: "I'm not sneaky, I just..."

"Just what?"

"The leader asked me to tell my son-in-law the news that Liu Simiao, the poisonous king, died last night."

"Oh!?"

Hearing this, An Jing frowned instantly, but his heart was a little dazed.

Yesterday Liu Simiao was still in Dongluoguan to welcome him, but today he died?

"How did you die?"

"A large number of beauties in the body were drunk and died in their own secret room."

"Who found the body?"

"In the morning, a servant who had followed the poison king for 13 years found out that his two direct disciples were also missing, and his life and death are unknown."

Hearing this, An Jing sighed slightly, he knew that things were not simple.

Confidante Drunk is a strange poison refined by Liu Simiao. It is colorless and tasteless, and even grand masters will be affected by it. However, Liu Simiao will definitely store this kind of strange poison carefully. It is impossible for ordinary people to get this Confidante Drunk.

Moreover, Liu Simiao's secret room must not be accessible to ordinary people.

"I see."

An Jing nodded and walked out of the courtyard.

"Grandpa, you are lying."

At this time, Tan Yun shouted behind him.

An Jing turned his head and said, "What's wrong?"

I saw Tan Yun looking at him with watery eyes, his pitiful appearance made people feel pity.

"You said you would bring me pastries. I've been waiting."

"That's what you said."

An Jing chuckled lightly, recalled an interesting incident, and said, "When I passed Baguifang in Yujing City, I saw the dazzling array of pastries, and I immediately thought of you."

For some reason, every time he sees pastries, he can't help but think of that gluttonous girl.

Hearing this, Tan Yun pursed his lips and said, "I didn't see any pastries, but I will also think of my uncle."

You will think of me when you see the pastry, but I will still think of you if I don’t see the pastry.

An Jing was startled, and walked forward slowly, stroking Tan Yun's hair lightly, and said, "I forgot this time, I will definitely bring it for you next time."

Tan Yun puffed up his mouth and said aggrievedly: "Young Master, there will be no next time. I will leave in two days. Master asked me to return to Lumen before the New Year's Eve."

"Are you leaving so soon?"

Hearing this, An Jing felt a sense of loss in his heart, even though he knew that Tan Yun would leave, but now he heard that he couldn't help but feel a little bit reluctant.

It is impossible to say that he has no feelings for Tan Yun.

He still likes the naive, chubby foodie girl very much.

"So I've been waiting for my uncle to come back."

Tan Yun's heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat, and his face was also flushed.

As long as An Jing said something to stay, no matter what, she would find a way to stay.

Just a word from him.

An Jing smiled and said: "Very good, after going to Lumen, I will be the eldest lady of the Lu family."

Looking at those intoxicating eyes, Tan Yun forced a smile and said, "Do you think it's good, too?"

An Jing said seriously: "For you, this is the best."

The Demon Sect is in danger, and Tan Yun has a special status, so it is best to return to Yujing City.

But this is not what I want, I would rather stay in Dongluoguan, by the leader's side, by my aunt's side... She can't say these things in her heart.

"There are a lot of pastries in Yujing City."

Tan Yun pretended to look yearning, and said: "I can eat as much as I want, and there are many people who want to buy pastries for me. When the time comes, they will all line up for me."

An Jing touched Tan Yun's eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Old Lu is upright and honest, what should I do if I am eaten up by a delicious guy like you?"

"I'm not a good eater!"

Tan Yun wrinkled his nose and asked casually: "Uncle, do you think I am a lazy person?"

An Jing put his hands behind his back, looked at Tan Yun in front of him, and said: "You are more delicious, but you are not lazy."

Where it should be fat, it is fat, but in other places it is still very thin.

"Of course, I am very diligent. My cooking skills have improved a lot recently. Tomorrow... next time I will show you my cooking skills."

"Really...hahahaha."

When An Jing heard this, a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't dare to continue.

Both of them fell silent, and suddenly time seemed to stand still.

"Uncle."

"Ok?"

"I'm leaving, I hope you and the leader can be together well."

Tan Yun looked at An Jing and said seriously: "Actually, the leader really loves you. When she was in Yuzhou City, even though you were just an ordinary doctor, she still loved you. She really just loved you. For you, even under great pressure, she has always been steadfast. I think the leader in this world is the best person to my uncle. No one can compare. When I return to Yujing City, I will go Longquan Temple offers incense to you."

An Jing pinched Tan Yun's tender cheeks angrily, and said: "I still use you to teach me how to do things, you just take care of yourself, don't lose weight, if you lose weight, I want you to look good."

Tan Yun's face turned red, and the circles around his eyes turned red, "I....what I'm telling is the truth."

"Okay, okay, I know everything."

An Jing smiled and said: "When are you going to leave, do you want me to give you a ride?"

Tan Yun lowered his head and said: "Guye, you still have a lot of things to do, so I won't bother you with these small things."

An Jing looked at the little girl in front of him, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

"Uncle, I'm going back to report to the leader."

Suddenly, Tan Yun thought of something and hurried to the distance.

An Jing looked at the fiery back, "What are you doing so fast? It's not in a hurry to eat."

Tan Yun desperately ran out of the other courtyard. The person she had been chasing constantly would one day desperately want to escape.

Finally she came to a corner, her body was leaning against the wall weakly, her palms were covering her chest, her heart ached like a knife.

There was a melancholy light in her big beautiful eyes, as if something was rippling in her eyes.Her usual lively posture was gone.

A teardrop hung on her delicate cheek, and then it seemed to erupt completely, and the tears kept flowing down.

She couldn't remember what she said just now, because most of the words were against her will, they were all lies, and she didn't say a word of what she originally wanted to say.

"Grandpa, let me be stupid again."

In the 14th year of Xingping, on November 23rd, it was clearly a sunny day, but in Tan Yun's heart, it began to rain heavily.

........

Outside Dongluo Pass, looking up, there is endless yellow sand.

An Jing walked towards the desert, stepping on the gravel with his feet.

At this time, Dongluoguan was in danger, and it was a good thing for Tan Yun to return to Yujing City. With Dayan royal family and Lu Guoyong around, at least it was very safe.

After walking for a mile, An Jing saw a figure appearing in front of him.

The woman's body is plump, with protruding places where it should be, and where it should be upturned. Coupled with that glamorous face that is slightly powdered, the whole person perfectly interprets the appearance of a mature woman. One strand makes men have many different ideas.

The pink and white tulle flutters with the breeze, which makes people's blood spurt even more.

Mu Xiaoyun.

An Jing walked over and said, "Mu Shouzuo, it seems that today is really a coincidence."

Mu Xiaoyun glanced at An Jing, and said: "Fairy An, you were trying to hide it from me. If I knew that you had such a relationship with the leader of the Demon Cult, why would I have to travel all the way from Yuzhou City to Dongluo?" close?"

An Jing couldn't help laughing. If he knew that his wife was the leader of the Demon Cult, how could so many things have happened.

"Why did Mu Shouzuo appear here?"

Mu Xiaoyun pointed to the place filled with wind and sand in the distance, and said, "The Poison King died under the poison of the beauty's drunkenness. I came here specially to block the official road ahead."