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The old demon head of the Demon Cult died, and the whole world celebrated.

But Lin Qiao was not very happy, because according to the rules, he had to take over as the next leader.

After the death of the previous leader, the elders were impetuous and turned against each other, telling the new leader Lin Qiao to pay the bill with great effort.The Devil's Cult fell short for a while, so it began to recruit "sages" from all over the world.

After the seat was secured, Lin Qiao had other thoughts. He wanted to fall in love.

Oh, because of his old godfather's perverted desire to control, Lin Qiao is still a pure virgin at the age of 28.

It sounds a bit embarrassing for a demon leader who has never had meat before.

Anyway, Lin Qiao wants to fall in love.

After Lin Qiao's face was full of sadness and his will was depressed for a month, his subordinates finally cleverly understood the meaning of the new leader, and assigned a new task in the recruiting team: to find a partner for the leader.

You ask why not look for it in the church?What a joke, if there is Lin Qiao who likes it, it doesn't take so long to post the spring.

The recruiting team did not complete the serious task, but the efficiency of this matter was quite high, and Lin Qiao got seven beautiful girls very quickly.

The subordinates said that seven is more in line with the work style of the Demon Cult.

Lin Qiao also felt that there was nothing wrong with him. He had to go on a few more blind dates, so he could choose carefully.

A month later, the men went down the mountain again, and this time they brought back seven men.

However, there is still a one-seventh chance that it will not fall on Lin Qiao's head.

Since it's not a matter of men and women, then I'm probably more suitable for free love, Lin Qiao thought, and decided to go down the mountain by herself.

Before leaving, Lin Qiao politely punished his underlings for not doing well according to the pissing nature of the Demon Cult. Oh, he should be called the Sweeper of the Mountain Gate now.

The last time Lin Qiao went down the mountain was two years ago when his godfather asked him to destroy a troublesome little sect, and then he went. Although the blood was annoying, it was nothing. He godfather head.

Thinking about this, he went to that Jianshan Villa, and went to Zhuxiang to apologize or something when he revisited his old place.

When I went to the place to see, there was no old site. Back then, he burned down the village, and the land deed had no descendants to take over, so the government decided to change it into a residential building, and opened a restaurant at the place where the main entrance used to be.

Lin Qiao didn't bother to leave, so she went straight to the restaurant and opened a room, planning to stay for one night before talking.

Later in the day, there will be more people looking for food, and it will be quite lively.

Lin Qiao didn't like to make trouble, but thinking that it would be good to get involved in the fireworks, she went downstairs to order food for the table.

When it was time to order food, Lin Qiao was worried again. He didn't know what the lion-headed Buddha jumped the wall and the eight immortals crossed the sea to trouble the Arhat. He had never memorized the names of the dishes since he was a child!

Lin Qiao was a little at a loss as Xiaoer stood beside him. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the food at the next table had been served, as if he had finally found a step, and hurriedly said that it would be fine to serve on that table.

Lin Qiao poured a cup of tea pretending to be calm, then heard a muffled laugh from behind, and then heard the man say, "Since the tastes are similar, how about asking this brother to have dinner with me, and save the kitchen Busy."

Lin Qiao turned to stare at the man, only to see that the man was wearing a blue shirt that was ironed properly, holding the chopsticks in his right hand, and lightly holding up the open tea bowl with three fingers in his left hand, with a smile on his clear and handsome face, Shi Shiran was sitting there. The wooden chair looks suave and romantic.

Of course, there are only two words in Lin Qiao's mind: good looking.

As a bachelor with a clear purpose, Lin Qiao would never let go of this opportunity, although he was extremely reluctant and unwilling.

The blue-clothed man claimed his surname was Liang, and his name was Chunjun. He had traveled the world according to the rules of his teacher's sect of Changjian, and thought of his old friend who died at the hands of the devil two years ago. He felt sad, so he stopped here for a while to express his condolences.

Lin Qiao, the Long Sword Sect, has heard a little about it. As the name suggests, his disciples are good at wielding long swords. His disciples are few but skilled, and they behave in a low-key manner. They can be ranked among the top ten in the martial arts sects.

Naturally, talking about the vicious member of the Demon Cult, Liang Chunjun scolded with red eyes.

Lin Qiao already knew that her brothers had a bad reputation, and now she sounded very embarrassed. She took a few sips of tea and hurriedly changed the subject.

Talking about other things, the two chatted very happily. Liang Chunjun was rich in experience and had a lotus in his mouth, which made Lin Qiao laugh out loud.

He grew up in the church since he was a child, and he was ordered to kill people when he went down the mountain a few times. Those mundane things were only heard a few words in the mouths of his predecessors.

In the end, Liang Chunjun seemed to remember, and asked Lin Qiao where he came from and where he was going. Lin Qiao dared not tell the truth, and only vaguely answered that he wanted to find someone who knew him well.

Liang Chunjun didn't delve too deeply into it, he just laughed and said that he has a fiancée whom he met a few times when he was a child, she is a very lovely person.

Lin Qiao's smile froze when he heard this, and he quickly picked up the tea bowl to cover up the unnatural moment.

It was night, Liang Chunjun was fainted in his sleep, and was quietly transported away.

The author has something to say:

The beginning is seriously inconsistent with the painting style of the following text...but the writing is so rough that I don't know how to change it