Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Half a month ago, Shen Weichu found him and asked him to let the Discipline Pavilion release his two junior sisters to meet the Demon King. He was willing to take full responsibility.

Xie Lanchuan only thought that this was nonsense, but under the circumstances, he could not allow him to think too much and could only agree. However, Shen Weichu was not just a simple acceptor. He had to monitor the Demon King from below. If there was any trouble, he would be the first to do so. Make a decision.

But no one expected that night, the mountain guarding formation was broken, and the devil's minions came straight to the Discipline Pavilion.

As soon as Shen Weichu finished the punishment with the rod and was still weak, the devil broke free from the shackles and came out.

After that day, Xie Lanchuan used a retrospective mirror to see the entire process of what happened.

When the Demon King fled, Shen Weichu chased after him, but outside the Discipline Pavilion, Shen Weichu saw Ji Yan being entangled by the demon, so he distracted himself and used his sword energy to force him back. Within a few seconds, he gave the Demon King a chance to escape.

That night, the devil not only ran away, but also kidnapped Ji Yan with a soft whip.

Shen Weichu gave chase and was restrained by him.

His heart was broken that night, and his spiritual mansion was like a strong wind passing by, almost collapsing, and there were faint signs of being possessed by a demon. It was Xie Lanchuan who forcibly opened his spiritual mansion, used his own soul as a guide, and mended it, so that he would not let him go. A whole body of cultivation was destroyed in one moment.

His heart was unstable, and Xie Lanchuan only knew that this was his fate.

Just like the death disaster in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As his master, the only thing he can do is to do his best and obey fate.

Xie Lanchuan withdrew his finger from his forehead, lowered his voice and said, "Since the Demon King said he wants to marry your junior sister, he will not hurt her. Please go to the Demon Palace and see what the Demon King wants to do."

Shen Weichu's eyes were filled with darkness, and he responded in a low voice.

When he went to the Demon Palace, he met Junior Sister Ying Huan again.

Ying Huan touched the twin swords behind her waist, raised her head and said to Shen Weichu, "Senior brother, are you going to the Demon Palace to save your little junior sister?"

Shen Weichu glanced at her and nodded.

Ying Huan pursed her lips: "Take me with you, senior brother. I was the one who caused trouble for my junior sister and senior brother before. If I hadn't insisted on seeing the Demon King, my junior sister wouldn't have helped me, and my senior brother wouldn't have suffered in the Discipline Pavilion. If None of this has ever happened, and my junior sister will not be kidnapped by the Demon King. I...I want to make amends."

Ying Huan wanted to go to the Demon Palace, whether it was for repentance or selfishness, Shen Weichu didn't care, he just nodded lightly: "Okay."

*

The Demon Palace was recently hung with red silk, and the Demon King's bedroom was also decorated to look like a bridal chamber, but the side hall where Ji Yan lived was still clean. She had made an agreement with the Demon King that she would only cooperate with his plan, but it was different. He puts on a show.

The Demon King himself didn't want to play with her, so he took a piece of wood and occasionally came to the side hall a few times. While looking at her, he lowered his eyes and sculpted. After carving intermittently for a long time, he finally made a figure that looked exactly like her. Villain.

He never came again after that.

Ji Yan was comfortable alone. Later, the scope of activities given to her by the Demon King was expanded, and Ji Yan could walk around even if she had nothing to do.

That day, she was watching the red lotuses in the Jinghu Lake on the bridge. Suddenly a person emerged from the water. The person was only wrapped in a light red gauze dress, and was almost naked after being soaked.

Ji Yan took a few steps back, raised her eyes and met Feng Zhang's narrow eyes again.

After only a pause, Ji Yan turned around and left, but Feng Zhang stepped in front of her.

At this time, he had performed a magic technique to change the wet clothes around him, and he was now neatly dressed. Feng Zhang asked her, "Why did you run away after seeing me?"

Ji Yan did not answer, but said: "I heard that the Demon King's mount is a fire phoenix. Can I see your original form? I have never seen a phoenix."

Feng Zhang narrowly said: "You want to see my true form? It's not impossible, but my Feng family has rules. Only the future wife can see my true form."

Ji Yan knew that Feng Zhang was teasing her. In the future, the Demon King would ride a fire phoenix and walk around the world and be seen by countless people. Why didn't Feng Zhang mind being seen by others at that time?

She turned around and left: "Then I won't watch."

Fengzhang had never been manipulated like this by a little girl, so he hurriedly chased after her: "I can only show you, why are you angry?"

Ji Yan didn't say anything, while Feng Zhang screened the maid away. After confirming that no one was around, he revealed his true form. He turned out to be a fire phoenix with exceptionally beautiful feathers, bright red in color, and its tail feathers were like burning flames.

Feng Zhang asked her: "Do you want me to take you flying around for a few times?"

Ji Yan said: "You are the devil's mount, I can't use it."

Feng Zhang said: "What's the matter? The Demon King doesn't care, just come up and do it."

Ji Yan didn't really go up, she just pretended to go up, but actually reached out and pulled out a beautiful phoenix feather.

Fengzhang exclaimed, and instantly recovered from the pain, looking at her innocently with a charming and beautiful face, "Why are you plucking my feathers?"

"Who asked you to bully me?" She was very vindictive, but after plucking Feng Zhang's feathers, she no longer cared about what happened before. She added, "Now it's even."

Feng Zhang still felt innocent: "When did I bully you? I just like you and want you to be my wife."

That day in the Discipline Pavilion, Feng Zhang did not actually hurt her. He only restrained her Wuyun Sword and said frivolous words. He even got his wrist injured by his senior brother because of this.

Ji Yan pursed her lips: "In short, it's even."

She looked at the feather in her hand and handed it to him: "I'll give this back to you."

Fengzhang cherishes his feathers very much. Every time he sheds a feather, he will keep it properly. But this time it was different. This feather was plucked out alive.

Feng Zhang also liked this little sword cultivator so much that he couldn't be angry with her. He even thought that if she liked it, it wouldn't hurt to pull out a few more.

Therefore, Fengzhang did not take the feather back, but gave it to her: "Keep it, maybe it can save your life in the future."

Phoenix Feather is a treasure.

Ji Yan also felt that the feather was particularly beautiful. After Fengzhang gave it to her, she accepted it, but she said again: "Let's talk about it first. I have a fiancé and I don't like other people. Don't say it again in the future." That’s the kind of thing to say.”

Feng Zhang wanted to say something else, but the beautiful little sword cultivator had already walked away.

*

Shen Weichu and Ying Huan came to the Demon Palace, and a maid came to usher them into the Demon King's chamber. The red silk along the way was particularly dazzling. After arriving at the Demon King's chamber, a slim figure could be seen vaguely behind the red bed curtain. Her figure was no different from that of the little junior sister. different.

An arm stretched out from the tent. The devil's clothes were disheveled, and his dark hair hung down his shoulders. His soft and beautiful phoenix eyes swept over the two of them indifferently, then he got down from the couch and straightened his clothes carelessly.

The low and hoarse voice said to the person in the tent again: "Be good, go to bed when you are tired."

Ying Huan had already grasped the twin swords tightly, and her shoulders were shaking slightly. She no longer knew why she was angry.

Shen Weichu's eyes only dimmed for a moment at the beginning. At this moment, the sword energy around him was ready to go out. He was as cold as the frost and snow in the winter, which quietly added a hint of chill to the Demonic Palace.