My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 23 Who are you? (Seek to follow up)

The night was dark.

After the outer disciples left the Mozun Pavilion, they went straight to the inner courtyard.

Not long after, the inner court disciples ran out.

He went to the courtyard of that wretched swordsman.

The swordsman's left and right arms flew out, and after listening to the report, he sneaked into the yard.

In the courtyard, the lights flickered.

The swordsman held a black soul-testing stone in his hand, and there was a book of swords beside him.

A sneer could not help but outline on his face.

"After waiting for so many years, the devil has finally gone mad. The soul-testing stone has absorbed so much energy that it can almost drip ink."

"It seems that the devil is seriously injured."

"No wonder you're so honest these days."

"It is estimated that he has been expected to die, right?"

"When he dies, I can take over the number one existence in Tang's rouge list, Princess Zhennan."

"Even if a beauty has been spoiled for three years, she has already changed her shape and is still a beauty."

He smiled sinisterly.

The black long sword behind him exuded bursts of cold light.

It seems to be ready to move.

"Protect Zhang, do you want to inform the other protectors?"

"Perhaps with the help of these guardians, the devil can be killed more safely."

His right-hand man asked cautiously.

"Of course I will."

The swordsman said indifferently.

"It's so dangerous to kill the devil, how can I go by myself? If the devil fights back when he is dying, I will be injured. Even if I kill the devil, the others will come to snatch the treasure."

"Don't you understand the reason why the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole follows?"

"Understood...understood!"

The subordinates nodded tremblingly.

"It's almost dawn. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, I'm going to inform a few other people. By the way... make a promise with that woman on when to go to bed."

The swordsman sneered, and was about to walk out.

He had been flipping through the sword scripture for a long time, exuding a faint fragrance.

And after the fragrance entered his nose.

It made him froze for a moment, feeling a little dazed.

The next moment, a bold idea emerged from his mind.

Why tell these people?
Now that the devil is seriously injured, he may have lost all of his skills, at least he has regressed several realms.

Under such circumstances, he would be sure to assassinate him if he told other people.

Don't they have to share more treasures?
At that time, the share he can get will be reduced.

Wealth and wealth are in danger...

Now, he can completely assassinate himself, as long as he sneakily kills the devil, takes away the treasure, and kidnaps the princess.

Naturally, you can be at ease in the future!

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he was. The moment this idea emerged, it was like wildfire, burning crazily, endlessly, and could no longer hold back.

"You wait at home first, no one is allowed to come in, and no one who asks about my whereabouts, don't tell me, understand?"

The swordsman looked at his right and left arm coldly.

"Ming...understood."

"Very well, after tonight, we will be able to leave the Devil's Cult. At that time, I will take you to leave together and enjoy endless glory and wealth."

"Thank you, Guardian."

……

Mozun Pavilion!
Located at the peak of Blood Rain Sect.

You can embrace the stars when you go up, and you can look down on the common people when you go down.

This is the residence of the most terrifying blood rain demon in Tang country.

There are two origins of the title of Blood Rain Demon Lord.

One is because the devil has killed countless people, and his hands are stained with countless blood, and the other is because he is too lustful and good at making women stained with blood.

Within a radius of [-] meters of Mozun Pavilion.

Without the permission of the Demon Lord, no one is allowed to trespass.

This is a well-known fact of the Blood Rain Sect, and it can even be said to be an iron law.

But today, a wretched middle-aged man with a sword on his back climbed up the stairs and walked straight to Mozun Pavilion.

He is one of the Eight Great Protectors of the Devil's Sect, Soul-Living Sword, Zhang Sheng!
A master of the Grand Master realm.

Ranked No.30 in the Tianbang, only one line away from the top of the three flowers.

There are countless souls who died under his sword.

In Tang country, as long as his name is revealed, it is enough to make countless people frightened.

On weekdays, Zhang Sheng is respectful to the Demon Lord, and everyone says he is the Demon Lord's number one loyal dog.

Dedicating one's mother to one's wife will do anything and everything.

But in fact, only Zhang Sheng knew how much he hated Mozun.

He is very talented, and the demon king is even more talented than him.

He is lecherous, the Demon Lord is even more lecherous than him!
Both of them left bad marks in Tang country.

The only difference is that many women call him disgusting, but they really think he is disgusting.

But many women scolded the Demon Lord for being disgusting, because they blamed the Demon Lord for not capturing her.

And all of this is because the Demon Lord is extremely handsome.

For flower pickers, handsomeness is definitely the biggest killer, and Mozun happens to have it.

Therefore, for so many years, he has always felt that he is living in the shadow of the demon king.

Now, he finally had the opportunity for revenge, so naturally he would not let it go easily.

The night is gradually receding and the sky is getting brighter!

Zhang Sheng walked forward step by step, from beginning to end, no one stopped him.

It didn't take long before he arrived outside the main hall of Mozun Pavilion.

He glanced indifferently inside.

Then, step in.

Straight into the hall.

The main hall is very cold and dark all year round.

From time to time, the wind was blowing, and the candles flickered.

He just walked forward step by step, and it didn't take long before he reached under the huge throne.

On the throne, a dark figure was sitting there.

Long hair shawl, black robe billowing.

There was a cold breath exuding from his body.

His face was slightly pale.

There was still a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth.

It was Blood Rain Demon Lord, an existence that terrified everyone.

But at this moment, it was like a tiger about to die of illness.

Sitting in the dark.

That magnificent throne was his former crown and his current tomb!
Zhang Sheng originally thought he would see Mozun in the most embarrassing state, but for some reason...

Looking at the desolate and weak appearance of Mozun.

He actually found that the other party was more handsome and more attractive, with a sad sense of beauty.

It even made him a little ashamed.

Then, he got even more annoyed.

Just like that, he walked down the steps and looked up at the Demon Lord.

"You came?"

Fang Yang's voice was hoarse, and his breath was like a spring.

"Yes, here I am."

Zhang Sheng sneered, the black long sword behind his back was buzzing, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

"Mozun, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I didn't expect it to be me, right? The person you trusted the most has now betrayed you. It's like a knife stabbing into your heart and breaking your heart into pieces. I know You are very heartbroken, and the taste of pain is the most difficult to taste..."

He was eloquent, only feeling hearty.

It seems that the most glorious moment of life is at this time.

He even couldn't wait to see Mozun crying bitterly.

however……

On the throne, Fang Yang frowned.

With no memory of the Demon Lord, he just wanted to ask a question when he looked at the ugly man who was chattering in front of him.

"Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)