In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

"Mo Wanjun", Jiang Ying didn't answer her, looking at her with a trace of inquiry in her eyes.

Just when Mo Wanjun was getting a little hairy from his stare, Jiang Ying finally withdrew her gaze, "Put away any thoughts you shouldn't have, and I can still let you continue to be your saint."

This woman is really ridiculous, trying to threaten himself to marry her with a broken flower.

"Yes", Mo Wanjun lowered her head in relief, hiding all her emotions well.

She didn't believe that Jiang Ying would really give up Bingpo Hanlian, unless he ignored Liu Wangshu's life and death.

Sure enough, the next second Jiang Ying's voice reminded him again, "I'm asking you one last time, whether to borrow or not."

In the past, Jiang Ying wouldn't have been so patient to write with her here, but only the saint knows where the ice soul lotus is hidden, and he has no choice but to be patient and talk nonsense with Mo Wanjun here.

"Your Majesty," Mo Wanjun felt confident when he heard Jiang Ying's question, "Mr. Wan still said the same thing, there is no reason to borrow the dowry of a demon saint's maiden at will."

Jiang Ying laughed angrily at Mo Wanjun's attitude, and she said so righteously, not because of her own petty thoughts.

"Forget it, then the deity will not embarrass the saint." Just when Mo Wanjun felt that Jiang Ying was going to agree to her, he heard such a sentence.

She looked at Jiang Ying in disbelief, but the other party didn't even give her a look, and disappeared in place.

"Yes", Mo Wanjun seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of anger flashed across her face, "Why did you forget about Xuanfengmen?"

Xuanfengmen also has an ice soul cold lotus. When Liu Wangshu was poisoned, Min Sheng once stole flowers for her overnight. Now Jiang Ying is probably going to trouble Xuanfengmen.

She guessed right, at this time Jiang Ying was standing in Ming Yijing's tent, looking down at Ming Yijing in the wheelchair.

"Mozun, you dare to come to our camp alone." Ming Yijing, who was writing something on the table, looked up and saw Jiang Ying in black.

Jiang Ying is already a little anxious now, the longer she delays, the more dangerous Liu Wangshu will be, "Come and see my old friend, and make a deal with you by the way."

"Business?" Ming Yijing put down the pen in his hand, turned Mu Lun on the wheelchair and came out from behind the desk, "I have nothing to talk to the Mozun."

Even putting aside the grievances between the two clans, when Jiang Ying ruined his leg and made him spend his whole life in a wheelchair, he hated Jiang Ying very much.

"Oh?" Jiang Ying raised her eyebrows, glanced at his legs inadvertently, "I thought Master Ming would be very interested."

"Mozun", Ming Yijing was deeply hurt by Jiang Ying's actions, "You dare to come alone now that your strength has not fully recovered, it is too disrespectful to my cultivation world."

"I can heal your legs," Jiang Ying said these words lightly.

Ming Yijing, who originally wanted to kill him soon, suddenly became quiet, "What schemes do you have?"

He didn't doubt Jiang Ying's words. His legs became like this because they were eroded by the devil's energy. As long as someone can dispel the devil's energy, then he might really be able to stand up again.

"Ice Soul Cold Lotus", Jiang Ying didn't hide it either.

A smile flashed across Ming Yijing's face, "It turns out that Mozun is for the one he loves."

Yun Fu and Su Yan had just returned from Moyuan, and they heard that they had seriously injured Liu Wangshu, so Jiang Ying, on the back, came to negotiate terms with him.

"My patience is limited." Jiang Ying gave Ming Yijing a cold look, "If you're getting lost, I don't mind looking for it for you."

Mo Wanjun is a demon saint after all, he can't move, but Ming Yijing doesn't matter.

"This ice soul lotus belongs to your demon clan." Ming Yijing saw that Jiang Ying was about to run away, so he hurriedly opened his mouth.

"If you take it back, it can be regarded as returning it to the original owner." After finishing speaking, a spiritual energy condensed in his hand, and a transparent lotus flower rose from his hand, "You just take it."

With a slight movement of Jiang Ying's hand, the lotus flower flew into his hand, "Sect Master Ming is a cheerful person."

Ming Yijing is better at judging the situation than Mo Wanjun, as long as the current situation is beneficial to him, he will win it first and then talk about it. As for the future, that is the future.

He showed this point vividly when he dealt with Zhan Xianjian in the Zongmen meeting back then.

Jiang Ying's hands quickly formed a seal, and a faint black air overflowed from Ming Yijing's legs. Ming Yijing was surprised to feel that his legs seemed to have consciousness, but at this moment Jiang Ying stopped.

"I will melt half of it for you first, and I will talk about the rest later." Jiang Ying held the last trace of black energy in his palm and wanted to leave.

Ming Yijing also knew that if her leg healed all of a sudden, it would definitely cause doubts, so she let Jiang Ying leave without saying anything.

After Jiang Ying got the Ice Soul Cold Lotus, she rushed towards Mo Yuan non-stop.

At the same time, the Crescent Moon Pavilion was also tense.

"Why hasn't your lord come back yet?" The magic doctor changed the gauze on Liu Wangshu's shoulder, a little anxious.

Lu Rui stood outside the door, spinning non-stop, "Hurry up."

It wasn't until a black shadow covered her sight that she shouted in surprise, "Your Majesty, you are finally back."

Jiang Ying ignored her, but walked past her, pulled up the magic doctor next to the bed, and stuffed a small box into his arms, "Hurry up and make the antidote."

Standing aside, Lurui felt that her lord was a little strange, she seemed to be calmer than before, maybe it was because she was worried about Madam, she comforted herself like this.

"You go out," Jiang Ying's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Lu Rui hesitated, "Madam's wound needs to be bandaged, why not"

"Get out", this time, Jiang Ying's voice was filled with anger.

Although Lu Rui hesitated, she still withdrew.

"Now, it's finally just the two of us." Jiang Ying's fingers brushed across Liu Wangshu's pale cheeks, as if he was afraid of hurting her, so he only dared to caress.

He gently took Liu Wangshu's hand, stroked his face, and seemed to question, "What's so good about him, he can't even protect you, and he still begs everywhere for a broken flower."

Wang Tianzun saw Jiang Ying's actions just now. He didn't want to intervene in this matter, but he was afraid that Jiang Ying would be too annoying and delay the treatment of Liu Wangshu, so he personally delivered the flowers.

"If I were him, I'd kill that Mo Wanjun and get you flowers." Wang Tianzun, like Jiang Ying, cared about morality and immorality, as long as he wanted it, he would grab it directly.

"Look, how he has been raised by you," Wang Tianzun complained with some dissatisfaction, "One day, I will take you back."

The footsteps outside the door approached from far to near, and Wang Tianzun's face was a little displeased, but now is not the time to reveal it, so he could only tuck up the quilt for Liu Wangshu, "I will come to see you again in a few days."