The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

It was cold and dewy at night, and the Yashan disciples waited for most of the night on the Baiyu Terrace, swayed by the cold wind, suffering unspeakably.

The masters waited strictly for a long time, but it turned out that there was a lot of thunder and little rain, and it was quiet before the Yashan ban, and no one was seen.

——Where is the madman? ! !

Everyone boiled until their eyes were red, but the person who caused the waves didn't show up at all, which made everyone feel like they were being let go.

Bah, what a shabby Demon Cult leader, dishonest!It was agreed to attack the Shangyashan Bloodbath Hall, but there was no one in sight. I am afraid they went to arrest the eighty-year-old man to warm his bed again!

The ten peak masters must have guessed something. After discussing with each other, they made a hasty speech, and then let go of the many disciples who were squatting hard at the White Jade Altar.

Xia Zhitao exhaled, pinched Zhang Lan who was already asleep beside her: "Get up, go back to sleep."

Zhang Lan's hair was disheveled, she sat up and yawned, her sleepy eyes were fluffy, and her voice was soft: "Don't..."

"Could it be that you want to sleep here?" Xia Zhitao pushed her shoulder, quite helplessly, "You'll catch a cold."

The little junior sister fell asleep completely through the speeches of the masters, and didn't know what happened, so she muttered: "Where's that bastard Zhang Kuang, was he beaten away by the masters?"

Why are you still thinking about this?

Xia Zhitao laughed, and explained: "Zhang Kuang didn't show up, we are safe, go back to sleep."

Junior Sister nodded, yawned continuously, and after saying goodbye to Xia Zhitao at the fork in the road, she slowly moved back to her room.

Unlike inner disciples who share one room, they need several people to live together as newcomers, but the room treatment is still much better than that of outer disciples.

Because of the delay, the three people who lived with Zhang Lan had already returned and were sitting around discussing something excitedly.

Seeing Zhang Lan coming in, one of the women waved to her and said, "Come on, come on, we're discussing something important."

Zhang Lan didn't bother to talk to them, she was so sleepy, she went to the bed and lay down, and covered her head with the quilt.

One of them was a little dissatisfied, and said in a low voice: "What, it's fine to ignore people in the past, but we ignore people when we take the initiative to invite you."

Another woman raised her eyebrows, snorted disdainfully, and said, "It's fine if you don't want to talk, it's like we are rare."

This person has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, luxurious clothes, and even the spiritual power in his body is the strongest among the few. He is one of the brothers and sisters who won the first place in the last trial, Wang Yan.

Surrounded by two other girls, Wang Yan enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by everyone. She glanced at Zhang Lan who was blindfolded, and deliberately raised her voice:

"In my opinion, although Zhang Kuang was intimidated by my precipitous battle today, she will definitely not let it go. She will definitely think of a way to make a comeback, right, Xiaozuo, Xiaoyou?"

The woman called "Little Zuo" nodded quickly and said, "We still need to be prepared."

"From my point of view, Zhang Kuang's refusal to show up is probably due to fear in his heart," Wang Yan said in a straight-forward analysis, "so she will definitely think of a nasty way to attack Yashan!"

Xiaoyou was worried by what she said, and said uneasy: "Zhuang Kuang is so despicable, what should we do?"

Wang Yan laughed triumphantly, and said loudly: "I have an idea, listen carefully..."

Before she could say her "exquisite" strategy, the man with the quilt covering his head suddenly turned over, interrupted her mercilessly, and said in a muffled voice:

"She won't come."

Wang Yan folded her arms and hummed, and said, "Zhang Lan, you are so naive and naive. The leader of the Demon Cult behaves despicably and can do anything."

Xiaoyou then added: "That's right, how can you say so easily."

Zhang Lan covered her head and said impatiently: "I said, she won't come, there is no reason. Can you shut up and let people rest?"

Xiao Zuo asked suspiciously: "The leader of the Demon Cult listens to you so much, if you can't say it, she won't come?"

Zhang Lan shrank her body and said coldly, "Believe it or not, I'm going to sleep."

Because Zhang Lan started late, when she shared a room with a few people, the other three had already formed a small group, always rejecting her intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhang Lan didn't want to have a good relationship with a few people, but she was at ease, and she was quite comfortable being alone.

The conversation of the three girls was disturbed by Zhang Lan. Not only did she not intend to stop her voice, but she became more and more excited and louder, making Zhang Lan's eyebrows twitching, she threw off the quilt and sat up.

"Talk slowly." She rolled up her quilt and pillow expressionlessly, and walked out angrily.

The cold wind hit her face, making Zhang Lan shiver. She hugged the quilt and walked around, found a small forest where no one was there, and spread the quilt under a big tree.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy," she muttered, "What's wrong with being crazy, didn't you just couldn't help beating someone up, and it's not boring to say it over and over a dozen times."

Seeing no one around, Zhang Lan covered her head with a quilt and took out a rectangular box.

The box was as black as ink, the whole body was slender, and the workmanship was very delicate. She opened the lid carefully, brushed the several pills inside with her fingertips, and counted in a low voice: "...Seven, eight, nine."

One of the ten pills was used by her before, and there are still nine left, lying quietly in the wooden box, exuding a bitter medicinal smell.

"Be careful," Zhang Lan rubbed her hair irritably, and said to herself, "Why don't you cut it in half and use it, I'm afraid the effect will be cut in half."

She frowned, and sighed: "Mrs. Gu Ji looks at me as if she were looking at a piece of braised pork. I'm so annoying, I don't want to look for her."

The cold wind blew the leaf tips, Zhang Lan rolled up the quilt, turned over, and let out a "hum" in anger.

"Those little girls are really annoying too," Zhang Lan closed her eyes and muttered, "Chatting every day disturbs people's peace, if you don't let me sleep, be careful and arrogant, but you will really hit me..."

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The arrogance caused panic among the people on and off Yashan. Everyone concentrated on vigilance for dozens of days, but everything was calm and nothing happened.

As the master of Zhihe Peak, Qin Zhi was called away by the main hall because of this incident, so he had no choice but to suspend class, making his disciples happy for several days.

But after all, the vacation has its end. When Qin Zhi came back, he arranged a lot of homework vigorously, which tortured the disciples to the point of pain.

According to Xia Zhitao's incomplete statistics, this year's new disciples climbed the Baifeng Peak ten times, picked up fifty large tanks of water, and ran around the entire cliff mountain three times.

It can be described as tragic.

During this period, Xia Zhitao and other seniors were called over by Qin Zhi several times. Seeing Zhang Lan haggard and her little face not so round, she couldn't help feeling distressed.

How could such a child be tortured like this!

After everyone finished training, she took advantage of Qin Zhi's inattention, walked quickly to Zhang Lan's side, and knelt down to talk to her.

Zhang Lan looked at her with blinking eyes, her mouth was flattened, and she looked like she was about to cry: "Senior Sister..."

"It's been hard work." Xia Zhitao patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "Senior Sister brought you something."

As she said that, taking advantage of others not paying attention, she stuffed a boxy box into Zhang Lan's arms, and walked away quickly.

Sister gave me something alone! !

Zhang Lan was dazed with emotion, hugging the box, not willing to open it at all, holding it back carefully all the way.

There is only Xiaoyou in the hut, Xiaozuo and Wangyan are not there.Seeing Zhang Lan holding a box like a baby with a happy face, she couldn't help poking her head curiously: "What is this?"

Zhang Lan glanced at her coolly, hugged the box tightly: "Go aside."

If you don't watch it, you don't watch it, Xiaoyou turns the head, expressing that he is not interested at all.

Zhang Lan huddled in a corner and opened the box, and saw four glutinous rice dumplings neatly placed in the box, with a small rabbit made of porcelain in the middle, and a small card that said "Come on".

Senior sister is so caring, senior sister is so cute.The dumplings bought by the senior sister are very delicious, and the calligraphy of the senior sister is the most beautiful in the world.

Having said that, it is impossible to eat, so Zhang Lan put all the things in the storage ring, leaving the little white rabbit behind.

She and Citu stared at each other carefully for a while, and suddenly they couldn't figure it out:

Why did the senior sister give me a porcelain rabbit?

——Of course it's because you are white and soft, obediently like a little rabbit.

Xia Zhitao thought so in her heart, but she definitely wouldn't say it, leaving Zhang Lan alone to think hard for a long time, but she didn't understand what the senior sister was implying.

It doesn't matter, anyway, Senior Sister is fine.

Zhang Lan was hugging the little rabbit and having fun, when the door of the wooden house was suddenly pushed open with a "knock—" sound.

Wang Yan looked terrified, rushed into the room, and shouted to the two of them: "It's not good! Zhang Kuang killed the main hall of Yubai Peak!!"

Xiaoyou's face turned pale, and his voice trembled: "Really, it's really here!"

Holding the little porcelain rabbit, Zhang Lan couldn't believe it: "Huh?"

"What are you doing in a daze?" Wang Yan was so anxious that he grabbed Xiaoyou's arm, "Xiaoyou, Zhang Lan, come here quickly, let's go to the main hall together!"

"……Wait a moment."

Zhang Lan didn't believe in Wang Yan at all. In the final analysis, no one in this world knew where Zhang Kuang was.

She cleared her throat and said coldly, "Are you kidding me? Are you sure that person is crazy?"

"Unreasonable!" Wang Yan glared at her angrily, "I can see clearly, that person is clearly the evil leader of the Demon Cult!"

Zhang Lan put away the little porcelain rabbit, rolled up her sleeves, and hurried over with the two of them.

There was a lot of activity on the Yuebai Peak, and many disciples were waiting in formation, and a tall woman in black with long hair was standing in front of the main hall.

She smiled slightly, stood with her hands behind her back, and said loudly: "I am the leader of the Demon Cult, so arrogant!"

Zhang Lan gave a "tsk" in her heart, her face was full of displeasure:

……Who are you? !