The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the whole sect was led away

"Ning'er, come back with me."

Ning Ning, who was extremely flirtatious, stopped her movements, held Jiu Yao's chest with her hands, looked at him with her sparkling eyes, and said with some excitement: "What did you call me?"

"Ning'er." Jiu Yao repeated softly. Seeing Ning Ning's eyes filled with tears, she was slightly frightened. He hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes and said warmly: "Don't you like me calling you like this? Then I won't call you..."

"No."

Ning Ning buried herself in his arms and said in a low voice: "I like it, so call me like this!" There was an imperceptible regret in her tone, but there were no tears on her face, and a sly light flashed past.

Jiu Yao pursed his thin lips. His newly born mind was not flexible and he still had beast-like intuition. He was very unhappy about being used as a substitute. After thinking about it, he immediately implemented it.

"Ning'er is too ordinary, I feel bad." Jiu Yao pretended to think and said the nickname he had already thought of: "Yuan Ning, how are you? I hope you are freer than the kite, I hope you are safe and happy, I hope you..."

"Yuan Ning?"

Ning Ning grinded these two words between her lips and teeth, as if she had heard this name somewhere. Then an idea flashed and she knew where she had heard it.

Yuan Ning, the name of the empress is taboo and is unknown to outsiders. If it weren't for the collection of classics in the Xuanyou Temple, she wouldn't know it either.

"Jiu Yao, why do you want to choose such a name?"

"do not know."

"do not know?"

"Yes." Jiuyao brushed away the broken hair on her cheek, and spoke in a gentle voice that could make her water drop, "It suits you very well, so I said it, don't you like it?"

"Not at all."

Ning Ning was dumbfounded by Jiu Yao's sincere eyes. She couldn't say any words of rejection, so she could only apologize in her heart. Empress, empress, I have taken your name. It was not what she wanted, so she only took it for a little while. It won't take long. I'll give it back to you.

"Okay, you can call me whatever you want."

"That's settled." Jiu Yao held Ning Ning's cheeks and squeezed them together slightly, causing her little mouth to pout slightly, shouting one after another: "Yuan Ning, Yuan Ning, Yuan Ning..."

"Okay, don't keep screaming." Ning Ning slurred and stopped Jiu Yao. A small bunch of saliva spurted out from her mouth, which splashed onto Jiu Yao's chest. She wiped it away in embarrassment, "What, I'm not Deliberate, circular cause and effect, you brought it on yourself.”

Ning Ning was shocked to realize that her last tone was not very good. She glanced at Jiu Yao's face, stickyly pulled away his hand, put her hand on his neck, and shook it, "It was a slip of the tongue, so don't be angry! Okay? No." , want to be angry."

She has perfected her coquettish skills, and when she sees Jiu Yao's face softening slightly, Ning Ning strikes while the iron is hot, jumps up, and hangs on Jiu Yao's body like a koala.

Jiu Yao, whose face turned red, stagnated in his breath and did not dare to look at her. He stuttered and said, "Yuan Ning, this is a bad posture. Come down quickly."

Ning Ning held Jiu Yao's flailing face, pretending to be surprised and teasing him: "Your face is so hot. I thought you were infected with the cold, but there isn't much wind. Why are you so red?"

"Yuan Ning." Jiu Yao pulled out her cheek, lifted the fallen Ning Ning up, put her five fingers into a fist on her waist, and said with a smile: "I have thin skin and tender flesh. It is normal for me to turn red when blown by the wind. .”

"is it?"

"Yes."

Not wanting to expose Jiu Yao's disguise, Ning Ning swung her legs in pleasure, "Jiu Yao, you are so cute! I like you so much."

Caught off guard by the confession, Jiu Yao was like an erupting volcano, unable to stop for a minute or a second. He walked out and said in a voice like a mosquito, "I...I like you too."

After being fed a mouthful of dog food, the Yai people lay helpless on the ground and heard only the sound of voices.

"Boss, don't you save that female cultivator?" "Oh, I'll save whoever has the ability. Between you and me, we're not as powerful as anyone else. If you go up there, you're asking for trouble."

"But if the female cultivator resolves the grudge against our clan and doesn't save her... it'll be hard to hear if the news spreads, right?"

"The two of them are definitely having an affair. If we try to save them, it will ruin their good life. Forget it, don't do anything..."

"No, what books are you reading? What nonsense are you teaching? I will burn your books when you get back."

"Stop, boss, I was wrong. I won't talk nonsense anymore."

The black and gilded boots stood in front of the Yai tribe. Hua Weilan squatted down, put her hand on the Yai tribe demon's wound, gradually increased the pressure, dug her fingers into the wound, and said sternly: "The woman who was trembling with you just now , where did it go?"

The Yai tribe felt pain: "No, I don't know."

"Don't know?" Hua Weilan took out the knife refined by the Yai clan and put it on their necks. He gently slid it and blood spurted out. He smiled gloomily: "In this case, you are useless."

Yao tribe: "Hua Weilan, as the prince of the Linzuo tribe, you should know the dangers that killing us will bring to the Linzuo tribe. You..."

"So what?" Hua Weilan didn't care, and wiped the blade of the knife on them repeatedly, "Now, I am alone, there is no prince anywhere, I only have one life, killing you will not hurt me."

"Boss, we will die with honor."

"To shut up."

In a game between two parties, one party will eventually lose. However, the Yai clan lost completely. He said slowly: "Someone took the female cultivator away. We were suppressed by the blood and could not move, so..."

Hua Weilan put away her vicious expression and put on a friendly smile. She not discussed but informed, and said: "None of you saw it today, right?"

"No, you...Oh, boss, why are you kicking me?"

Looking at his indifferent subordinates, the Yao Clan Yao readily accepted his proposal and said frankly: "We don't care about the Linzuo Clan's affairs. Don't worry, we won't reveal anything even if you don't say anything."

"That's fine." Hua Weilan threw away the knife in her hand, put her hands behind her back, and walked out as if she didn't recognize her relatives.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Mi Huai on the sacred tree. A flash of deep pain flashed through his eyes, and he left resolutely, as if the look just now was like a mirror and couldn't be real.

"Master, Xiao Ning is not here and was taken away."

Qiu Wanluo's expression was solemn, her consciousness extended to the entire demon world, and she couldn't find any trace of Ning Ning. She was so exhausted that she withdrew her consciousness, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said with sharp eyes: "Weilan, do you know where the demon clan is? Can you evade the search by spiritual consciousness?"

Hua Weilan: "Master, Weilan has been away for several years. Although I am not sure, there is indeed a place that my spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate, but..."

"Go ahead."

"The high priest of the demon clan - Mi Huai has a magic weapon that can create a world. It only exists in legends and no one has ever seen it." Hua Weilan frowned, "Mi Huai's ideas are outdated. If you come to ask directly, I'm afraid you will be rejected. If they are blasted out, it is possible to set up a list to pursue them."

"Hiss." Ji Meng hugged Mo Bai tightly, his face wrinkled: "Tsk, it's so miserable? What should we do?"

Hua Weilan: "I don't know who Mihuai was charmed by. It will take several days to wake up. We might as well wait and wait. I don't believe we can't wait..."

"Yes." Qiu Wanluo made the final decision, "But...there are only three days. If he doesn't get the magic weapon, we will take it by force."

(End of this chapter)