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

"The meaning of the other suzerains is that the Immortal Sword is very evil. I hope that before the meeting with the sect, my sect will send a special person to take care of Jiang Ying's safety."

Xiaoyaozi had said this very implicitly, but everyone knew that the reason the sects wanted them to imprison Jiang Ying.

Yu Qingyin raised her eyebrows, "What are you talking about, we are all here, so what can go wrong."

Although Yu Qingyin is usually arrogant and venomous, he is extremely protective and looks down on these sects very much.

She felt that since Xiaoyaozong's disciples had obtained the Immortal-Slaying Sword, Xiaoyaozong should dispose of it, and it had nothing to do with them.

Xie An said: "It's just in case."

"Oh, it's such a trouble, just send it to the Discipline Pavilion." Mu Qingzhou was a little annoyed.

He couldn't figure it out, even fighting over this matter.

"I don't agree," Liu Wangshu directly refused.

If it is sent to the Discipline Pavilion, no matter what happens in the future, Jiang Ying will be pointed out by others.

Jiang Ying was listening quietly to the crowd arguing for him, but he raised his eyelids when he heard Liu Wangshu's voice.

"Master, I'll go to Discipline Pavilion." Jiang Ying said.

He knew that Liu Wangshu would argue with others for himself, but he was ready to die, and he didn't want Liu Wangshu to argue with his classmates anymore.

What's more, I am the reincarnation of the Demon Lord, although I haven't done anything harmful to nature, but if my identity is exposed in the future, Liu Wangshu will definitely be accused by thousands of people.

In the past two years, he has been worried about exposing his identity every day, and now is the best opportunity to preserve Liu Wangshu's reputation and let him leave with dignity.

Liu Wangshu wanted to say something else, but Xiaoyaozi nodded, "Okay, then you can go to Discipline Pavilion."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, "It's all gone."

"Yes", Liu Wangshu's hand was pulled by Min Sheng, "Senior Sister, let's go."

Liu Wangshu also knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion, so he could only follow Min Sheng out of the hall.

Jiang Ying was sent to Discipline Pavilion by Mu Qingzhou.

"No, there is one more thing." Liu Wangshu just took a few steps before breaking away from Min Sheng's hand.

Min Sheng was a little puzzled, "What else?"

"Yes", Liu Wangshu walked quickly into the hall, turned to Min Sheng and said, "Go back first."

Min Sheng shook his head and left.

-

"Wang Shu, there are some things that we will discuss later," Xiaoyaozi said.

"No, I'm here to ask you to borrow the key to the top floor of Zangshu Pavilion." Liu Wangshu shook his head.

Xiaoyaozi was stunned for a moment, he thought Liu Wangshu wanted to talk to him about Jiang Ying, but he didn't think it was because of the key to the Zangshu Pavilion.

Suspiciously, he took out the key from his pocket and handed it over, "Do you really have nothing else to do?"

Liu Wangshu took the key, "It's gone."

In three days, she had to find all the information about the life and death deed as soon as possible.

There are nine floors in Xiaoyaozong's library, and an eighth floor, as long as they are inner disciples, they can borrow books at will, and the top floor needs the key of the head of the sect to go up.

Although Liu Wangshu doesn't like reading, she also knows that there are many fragments of ancient books on the top floor, and there must be something she is looking for.

After taking the key, she went straight to the library, and plunged into the sea of ​​books. These Chinese characters that were originally disgusting are now light and hope in Liu Wangshu's eyes.

She quickly scanned one after another, but couldn't find what she wanted.

Could it be?Is there no Xiaoyaozong?

Impossible, Xiaoyaozong's strength is no worse than Cangyunmen's.

Liu Wangshu doubted for a moment, then plunged into the pile of books again.

-

In the prison of the Discipline Pavilion, Jiang Ying sat alone on the haystack, staring at the two dancing candles in a daze.

There was a sound of clashing iron chains, and the guard disciple got a little impatient: "Come, let's eat."

With a "click", a spoonful of not-so-sticky porridge fell into the black porcelain bowl on the ground.

Jiang Ying didn't even lift his eyelids. It doesn't matter to him whether he eats or not now.

Now his mind is full of Liu Wangshu, and in a trance, Liu Wangshu's smiling face seems to appear in the soybean-sized candle.

"Sister," Jiang Ying murmured.

The guard disciple naturally knew his identity, and when he heard his murmur, he sneered at his partner beside him.

"Senior Brother Fang Rui is right. Maybe this kid and Elder Liu really have something. They are going to die, and they are still talking about Elder Liu."

Jiang Ying raised her eyelids, but said nothing.

The other was visibly more cautious.He lowered his voice, "Keep your voice down, if he goes out, won't he bother you?"

He can remember Fang Rui's appearance. Now that two years have passed, this kid may beat people even more ruthlessly.

"What are you afraid of?" The disciple who spoke first didn't take it seriously, "He's already in death row. Have you seen that person who can get out of death row alive?"

"Be more cautious." Another disciple said.

"Look at how cowardly you are," the disciple who spoke first continued, "Once he dies, will Elder Liu find a new male favourite?"

Another disciple said, "Brother, be careful with your words."

"Not promising," the disciple who spoke first rolled his eyes, carried the wooden spoon, and walked forward.

"Brother, wait for me", the little disciple immediately lifted the porridge bucket and followed.

After they left, Jiang Ying's eyes, which were originally as quiet as stagnant water, flashed fiercely.

"Hehe, do you want to kill them?" Yu Qingyan's charming voice echoed in the empty prison.

"You came just in time." Jiang Ying stretched out his left hand, urging his spiritual power, "I got the Immortal Sword, and it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely do what I promised, but not now."

A trace of anger flashed across Jiang Ying's face, "What do you mean? You should know, I will meet you in three days"

"No," Yu Qingyan interrupted him.

"I assure you, you will not die." Yu Qingyan's tone was firm.

Jiang Ying was shocked. Could it be that the demons are going to make a move?

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we won't interfere." Yu Qingyan saw through Jiang Ying's thoughts.

"I'm here to tell you, if you want to know about Liu Wangshu's catastrophe, see you in Yingchuan in half a month."

After saying this, Yu Qingyan disappeared, and no matter how Jiang Ying called him, it was of no avail.

Demons can't do anything, and they can't die.

If he didn't believe it, these sects would show mercy and let him go.

The only person who will save him is Liu Wangshu.

What will she do?

Jail?

A shrill scream lingered in the prison and lingered for a long time.

It was the voice of the disciple who delivered the meal just now.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate has solved it for you." The voice that had originally disappeared sounded again.

"Wait, do you know what my sister is going to do?" Jiang Yingying was the drowning man catching the driftwood.

He desperately wanted an answer.

He was afraid, he was afraid that Liu Wangshu would do something stupid.

Yu Qingyan didn't answer him, but said lightly: "After three days, you will know."

Jiang Ying's heart was about to be scratched by this unknown thing.