I couldn't afford the bride price, so I had to marry the Demon Sect Saintess

Chapter 221 This vixen wants to be an empress?

"My lord, this is the youngest daughter of General Si!"

"What kind of general? He is the leader of the rebel army!"

"Yes, this is the daughter of the thief chief, are you satisfied?"

"Hehe, it's as delicate as jade, ready to bloom."

"Don't come, don't come, ah! Don't, don't!"

don't want! !
Siming Lan's eyes widened, she sat up suddenly, her whole body covered in cold sweat.

She covered her head, slowed down for a moment, and then gradually came back to her senses.

Looking around, in the quiet room, it is elegant and chic, with light smoke curling up.

Looking down, he saw that he was wearing a plain white dress, his long hair was smooth, and his skin was white.

She remembered that she was drilled out of the ground by that mole in Changfu's courtyard and swallowed it into her mouth.

Then there was darkness, and he was unconscious.

It should be Qin Gengyun and Qiu Zhihe who defeated the mole and rescued her.

After washing her body, Siming Lan checked her body and found that all the injuries had healed.

It must be that Qin Gengyun and Na Susu used the method of several people bathing together to heal themselves, so they recovered so quickly.

This healing method is really shameful.

Hehe, Si Minglan, Si Minglan, what's the point of showing your filthy body to others?
Siming Lan shook her head mockingly, sat down cross-legged, and practiced the exercises.

Although she and Fang Xue played Xiyue Peak, she is still a disciple of Zhenyangzong, and she worked hard for so many years in order to use Zhenyangzong to destroy the Western Dynasty.

She was not willing to give up like this.

Hurry up to recover your cultivation, go back to Xiyue Peak to deal with Ye Xiyue, maybe you can use this matter to get Ye Xiyue's handle and force her to help you avenge yourself.

However, when Siming Lan used her spiritual power, her expression changed drastically.

At this time, a cold voice sounded from the side:

"Your origin is damaged, most of your meridians are shattered, and your spiritual fields are continuing to wither. If you run your spiritual power, you will die faster."

Siming Lan's cheeks were pale, and she looked at the petite figure in front of her with a sad smile on her face:

"Qiu Zhihe, it seems that next year I will not have the chance to go to your house to see the pond full of lotus."

She propped her hands weakly on the side of the bed, and her eyes gradually became dizzy.

Father, mother, elder brother, elder sister... Minglan is useless, I can't avenge you.

Qiu Zhihe's voice continued to be heard next to my ear: "There are two ways, which may save your life."

Siming Lan raised her head abruptly, her eyes regained focus: "What can I do?"

Qiu Zhihe said lightly: "First, double cultivation, harmonizing yin and yang, irrigating the spiritual field with yang energy, nourishing the source, slowly repairing the meridians, and it will recover within a year. If you continue to practice the method of dual cultivation, you may be able to break through the heart. Demons, advance to Jindan, go straight to Nascent Soul."

"Double repair?"

Siming Lan looked at Qiu Zhihe in astonishment, but heard her continue:
"Second, abolish righteousness and become demonic. Abolish the Zhenyang sect's kungfu in your body, practice the magician's kung fu, and enter the demonic way. Not only can you reshape the original, but you may also gain more powerful power, and even live forever."

"However, ordinary magic skills can't do this, you have to practice the most sinister skills in magic, such as"

"Tian Beast Record? Become a monster that eats people like a mole?" Siming Lan asked.

Qiu Zhihe nodded, and continued, "How do you choose?"

Siming Lan lowered her head, clenched her hands tightly into white fists, a sneer appeared on her pale face.

"Hehe, a person like me should have died a long time ago, so why bother trying to save my life?"

Qiu Zhihe looked at her, a little surprised: "You don't even choose?"

Siming Lan shook her head, fell slowly on the bed, and closed her eyes.

"Qiu Zhihe, let you and your husband see the lotus in your family next year."

"Si Minglan"

"I'm tired, let me sleep for a while."

Qiu Zhihe was silent for a moment, got up and walked out of the room.

On the bed, that plump and charming body seemed to be dead, motionless, only the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes could prove that she was still alive.

Qiu Zhihe walked out of the room, Qin Gengyun, Liusu and Fang Xue were all guarding outside, Fang Xue stepped forward and asked:

"Sister Qiu, Third Senior Sister is awake? What did she say?"

Qiu Zhihe said: "She doesn't even choose, she doesn't want to live anymore."

"How could it be?!" Fang Xue was stunned, and quickly said: "Obviously there is still a way, even if Third Senior Sister is not willing to practice the Demon Sect Kung Fu, she can, can."

Fang Xue couldn't help looking at Qin Gengyun, ignoring Qiu Zhihe's presence, and said anxiously:

"Anyway, the third senior sister is already like that with Uncle Qin. If it's a big deal, marry Uncle Qin as a concubine. It's better than dying, right?"

Liusu was also very surprised, curled her lips and said: "It's not a big girl of Huanghua, she's even more noble!"

Then he clapped his hands: "Is this vixen trying to be the empress of the palace?"

"Susu." Qiu Zhihe glanced at her, and Liusu stuck out her tongue.

Qin Gengyun frowned slightly, and exchanged glances with Qiu Zhihe.

In fact, both he and Qiu Zhihe felt sympathy for Siming Lan. This woman seemed to be bold and unrestrained, but her childhood experience was extremely miserable.

Perhaps the meaning of her life lies in the word "revenge".

Because of this, Qin Gengyun was even more puzzled. If he died, he could not take revenge, but why did Siming Lan prefer to die rather than accept those two methods and live?

"The vixen doesn't want to practice evil skills such as the Heavenly Beast Record, probably because he doesn't want to become a monster that eats people. This is understandable, but"

Liusu crossed her arms and was also puzzled: "Find someone who doesn't hate you and double cultivation, and you can continue to live. Why doesn't she want to?"

Qiu Zhihe walked to the railing on the second floor and looked at the sky with morning light in the distance:
"She has never been a practitioner, she has always been the youngest daughter of the general's mansion of the Western Dynasty."

night.

On the third floor of the Xingyun Inn, in a room that was just opened last night.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, we agreed at the beginning that when you build the foundation, you and I should understand it. Come, today we will fulfill our promise!"

Mo Xiaolan and Qin Gengyun sat face to face at the table, both of them held large bowls full of wine, touched each other with a clang, raised their necks, and drank happily.

After the two finished the bowl, Mo Xiaolan picked up the remaining half jar of wine and was about to pour wine for Qin Gengyun, but he stopped him.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, it was said that you and I drank the same jar of wine on the day of foundation building, but now I am the only one building the foundation, so I can only drink half of the jar."

"The remaining half of the altar, we will drink it when you build the foundation!"

After Qin Gengyun finished speaking, he sealed the half jar of wine and put it in the storage bag.

Seeing his movements, Mo Xiaolan was slightly taken aback, and then a smile appeared on her face:

"Okay! It's a deal!"

"A word is settled!"

"Miss, do you want me to see what the two of them are doing?"

On the second floor, Tassel was excitedly saying to Qiu Zhihe:
"Maybe they're both rolling on the bed by now!"

Qiu Zhihe sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes and said calmly:
"I believe in him."

(End of this chapter)