The Good-for-Nothing's Counterattack: Full-time Spiritual Master

An Ciye gnashed his teeth and said, "You poisoned me?"

Qinglan squatted down, got close to his face, and said with a smile: "Not too stupid."

As time passed, the sun was high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight poured unreservedly onto the bustling and noisy streets.

The streets are bustling with cars and pedestrians. The hawkers' cries and the pedestrians' laughter are intertwined, forming a lively picture of the market.

On this busy street, Qinglan was like a victorious female general, walking proudly and confidently with An Ci Ye on her back.

She had a slender figure and powerful steps, attracting curious glances from everyone around her.

An Ci Ye's face was as black as the bottom of a pot at this moment.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but after a series of embarrassing stares, Qing Lan finally carried An Ci Ye back to the Netherworld Palace.

"Miss Qinglan, why are you carrying someone?" A sharp-eyed guard saw Qinglan's appearance and hurried forward, wanting to take An Ciye from her shoulders.

Qinglan frowned: "Go away, I don't need you, I will carry it myself."

After hearing this, the guards could only step back helplessly.

Qinglan panted slightly, and then asked: "By the way, where is my brother?"

The guard bowed his head respectfully and replied: "I don't know, but Master Meng is back, and the master should be discussing something with Master Meng."

"Then I understand." Qinglan responded, and then carried An Ci Ye and rushed in one direction quickly.

"Brother, I brought someone back." Before I could get close, the cheerful voice came from afar.

Nalan Yan was discussing something with Meng Qihe. When he heard the familiar voice, he subconsciously looked up at the door.

I saw Qinglan carrying a dirty and disheveled person, who looked as if he had just crawled out of a mud swamp.

Nalan Yan couldn't help but frowned and said with disdain: "Dirty, put him down."

Qinglan said nonchalantly: "It's not dirty, just wash it and it will be clean."

Although he said this, he still obediently put An Ci Ye on the chair next to Nalan Yan.

Meng Qihe narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at An Ciye carefully, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Isn't this the An Ciye who recently wiped out the An family?"

Qinglan said with a smug look on his face: "It was him, I got him back."

A hint of coldness flashed across Meng Qihe's eyes, and he asked, "Miss Qingqing, is there anyone trying to snatch it from you?"

Qinglan said angrily: "Sister Qihe, he is his grandfather, and he wanted to beat me."

When Meng Qihe heard this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes for a moment, but he quickly concealed it.

She put a gentle smile on her face again and comforted him softly, "It's okay, sister will help you kill them."

Qing Lan shook her head, pointed her small hand firmly at An Ci Ye, and said, "Keep it for now, I want to watch him kill it himself."

Nalan Yan looked at Qinglan lovingly and said, "Then I'll leave it for you to play with."

At this time, An Ciye, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head and looked at Nalan Yan coldly. There was no fear in his heart, and his tone was calm but with a hint of toughness: "Let me go."

Nalanyan looked stern and said mercilessly: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms."

An Ci Ye raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer, and said: "Do you think I can't kill her?"

Nalan Yan said coldly: "If she hurts a hair, you will break a leg."

An Ciye heard this and laughed softly, with a hint of sarcasm in his laughter: "Are you gambling with her life?"

Nalan Yan said calmly: "You can't hurt her yet."

Qinglan listened to their conversation and said excitedly: "Brother, I want him to be my bodyguard."

Nalan Yan looked at Qinglan's expectant eyes, smiled helplessly, and said, "As long as you are happy."

Qinglan got a satisfactory answer, and his eyes narrowed into slits with joy. He said, "Then I'll take him to wash it."

As she said that, she easily picked up An Ci Ye as she did before, and ran back to her residence with a skipping sound.

Meng Qihe looked at the two people leaving, frowned slightly, turned to look at Nalan Yan, and said worriedly: "Master, are you going to let him stay with Miss Qingqing like this?"

After all, An Ci Ye slaughtered so many people overnight with such brutal methods that she was really worried.

Nalan Yan looked calm, with absolute trust in his eyes: "He can't hurt Qingqing."

An Ci Ye looked at the ignorant villain in front of him.

Qinglan didn't say a word and started to take off his clothes. His unscrupulous look made An Ci Ye unbearable.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and accurately grasped Qinglan's rebellious little hand, and said in a low and cold voice: "That's enough, don't go too far."

Qinglan was startled for a moment, then he opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "Hey, you can move."

An Ciye ignored her surprise, quickly took out a dagger from his arms, put it against Qinglan's neck, and said in an unquestionable and fierce tone: "Take me out."

Qinglan was not afraid at all, he raised his chin, his eyes full of provocation: "Go ahead!"

An Ciye frowned, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "Do you think I dare not?"

Qinglan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile: "You dare not."

An Ci Ye sneered, and the anger in his heart was completely ignited.

He exerted force on the dagger in his hand, and the sharp blade was about to cut Qinglan's throat.

At this critical moment, Qinglan reacted extremely quickly and grabbed An Ci Ye's hand holding the dagger.

Then, without hesitation, she raised her fist and hit An Ci Ye hard in the face.

"You really did use force? You deserve to be beaten." Qinglan's voice was filled with anger.

An Ci Ye's head was tilted by the sudden punch and blood started flowing from his nose instantly.

He never expected that this seemingly weak little girl could have such great strength.

The scene that followed was completely beyond An Ci Ye's expectations.

Qinglan punched and kicked him like an angry little beast, starting a one-sided fight.

An Ci Ye was shocked to find that under her violent attack, he was completely unable to fight back and could only passively take the beating.

The room was filled with Qinglan's shouting and the sound of their bodies colliding.

An Ci Ye tried to resist, but was cleverly resolved by Qing Lan every time. His body no longer had much strength due to the previous poisoning and fatigue.

Finally, Qinglan was a little tired. She stopped, panting slightly, and pointed to a pile of clothes next to her and said, "There are clothes next to you, wash them yourself. If you don't listen, I will take off your clothes and wash them for you."

After saying that, she turned around and left angrily, still muttering, "You don't have anything you want, why are you shy?"