The Demon Sect assigned ladies, and I drew the Righteous Fairy

Chapter 82 Please Kill Zhang Chunjiu
Fang Yang slept very soundly.

When he opened his eyes, it was already daybreak.

Fang Yang just felt refreshed. Ever since he came to this world, he had been on high alert every day and had never slept as soundly as he did last night.

His arms were empty, and when he looked down, the fairy in his arms was gone.

"Miss?"

Fang Yang stood up and called out. Qin Xueyan pushed the door open and came in with a bowl in her hand. She walked up to Fang Yang and put the bowl in his hand.

"Drink."

After a pause, he lifted his hair and added nonchalantly:
"I did this."

Fang Yang looked down and was stunned.

This is a bowl of sour plum soup with more than ten glutinous rice balls in it.

Exactly the same thing Chen Wanrou did that day.

Fang Yang looked up at Qin Xueyan, and saw that the fairy was wearing a blue off-shoulder silk shirt with a flowered silk coat on the outside. Her round, jade-like shoulders could be vaguely seen, and the vortex under her delicate collarbone seemed to be filled with a pool of spring water.

This is the first time that the fairy has dressed up so gorgeously.

Fang Yang looked slightly dazed.

Qin Xueyan saw that the little thief was looking at her infatuatedly, feeling a little uncomfortable, and urged:

"Drink it quickly."

"okay."

Fang Yang took a sip and praised, "It's so sweet!"

He ate another glutinous rice ball and his expression froze for a moment.

As expected of a fairy who doesn’t know how to cook, the sour plum soup can be made by just adding sugar to the sour plum soup. The method is simple and there is no problem with it. However, the glutinous rice balls, which are a little complicated to make, reveal the fairy’s true colors.

Too hard.

"what happened?"

Qin Xueyan frowned slightly, and in the sexy vortex of her collarbone, the pool of spring water seemed to be about to turn into a ball of ice.

Fang Yang laughed: "It smells so good!"

Qin Xueyan snorted, but her beautiful brows finally relaxed, and the half-frozen frost dissipated and turned into a pool of tenderness again.

Fang Yang finished the bowl of sweet and hard sour plum soup. The two walked out of the bedroom. Zhang Suqin and Chen Wanrou had already arrived. The four girls and one cat sat at the table drinking soup. Wang Yujiao smiled and said:

"Fang Yang, Senior Sister Mo got up early in the morning to make soup for you, you are so lucky!"

Qin Xueyan glanced at her and said, "I'm just passing by."

Wang Yujiao blinked and said, "Yes, by the way, I got up before dawn."

Chen Wanrou smiled and said, "Senior Sister Mo's sour plum soup is really sweet, sweeter than mine."

Zhang Suqin and Ning Miaomiao looked at her in surprise. Chen Wanrou still smiled gently and said to Fang Yang:
"Senior Sister Mo treats you sincerely, so you should also treat Senior Sister Mo well."

Qin Xueyan was also surprised. She didn't expect Chen Wanrou to say that.

Fang Yang had already put his arm around her shoulders and said with a smile, "My wife, of course I have to treat her well."

Qin Xueyan's cheeks turned slightly red. She had never been so intimate with Fang Yang in front of her four junior sisters.

But she did not break free from the little thief's hand and quietly let him hold her.

He has kissed me, so what does it matter?
“Eh~~ You can’t bear to look at it!” Wang Yujiao covered the little white cat’s eyes.

Little white cat: “Meow?”

Chen Wanrou and Zhang Suqin both brought breakfast over. The six people and one cat sat down and had a hearty breakfast.

The five fairies laughed and smiled sweetly, and the atmosphere returned to its original warmth and harmony.

Fang Yang looked at them with a smile, and his heart became peaceful.

After breakfast, Fang Yang went to Panhuan Courtyard as usual. Five fairies sent him to the door. Qin Xueyan suddenly called Fang Yang and stuffed a piece of talisman paper into Fang Yang's hand.

"I was free and just drew a picture." Before Fang Yang could say anything, Wang Yujiao called out:

"Oh my god, a fourth-grade Hundred Swords Talisman, the strongest attack-type talisman below the fifth grade, I wonder how much effort it takes, and you can just draw it casually?"

Qin Xueyan blushed, and Zhang Suqin beside her handed over five darts. "These are third-grade Feiyun darts. You can use spiritual power to control them and attack the enemy from a distance."

"Thank you Daoyou Zhang."

Then Wang Yujiao, Ning Miaomiao and Chen Wanrou each gave formation stones, pills and puppets to Fang Yang.

After Fang Yang put away all the treasures, Qin Xueyan whispered to him, "Be careful on the road."

Meeting her cold and gentle gaze, Fang Yang smiled and nodded:

"I'll be back for lunch."

"Yeah." Qin Xueyan also looked at him without blinking.

Wang Yujiao couldn't help but said, "Hey, you two, that's enough, it's not a life-and-death separation!"

Qin Xueyan blushed and turned to chase after Wang Yujiao, "Ah! Senior Sister, I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!"

Zhang Suqin and Ning Miaomiao hurried to persuade them. There was a burst of laughter in the room. Chen Wanrou said to Fang Yang:
"Zhang Chunjiu is not a good person. You have to be careful."

Fang Yang nodded, glanced at Qin Xueyan who was holding Wang Yujiao and tickling her, raised the corner of his mouth, and walked out of the house.

Although he is in the Demon Sect and the future is unpredictable, he can still go on with his wife and four close female friends.

Fang Yang walked in the morning sunshine, crossed half of Yunyu Town, and arrived at Panhuanyuan.

Most of the disciples had already arrived in the yard. Fang Yang sat down in his seat and waited for a while until all the disciples arrived.

But Zhang Chunjiu did not show up.

Zhang Chunjiu was often absent when his disciples were doing morning exercises, but he would always ask someone to notify them. But today, no one knew that he would be absent at the last minute.

And Lin Xing did not show up today.

Fang Yang looked towards the room where Zhang Chunjiu and Lin Xing lived, frowned slightly, and asked Zhou Tiesheng next to him:
"Where did Master Zhang go?"

Zhou Tiesheng shrugged, "How would I know about Mr. Zhang's affairs?"

Fang Yang asked again: "Where is Lin Xing?"

Zhou Tiesheng scratched his head. "She is already Mr. Zhang's concubine. How can we control her?"

What Zhou Tiesheng said made sense. Lin Xing was already Zhang Chunjiu's concubine. With just a word from Zhang Chunjiu, she could choose not to participate in the daily morning exercises for junior disciples.

But Fang Yang always felt that something was wrong, and suddenly, his eyes focused.

In front, through a crack in Zhang Chunjiu's door, Fang Yang saw a label and a line of text.

【Who will save me】

[It turns out that Zhang Chunjiu didn't want me to live a long time ago. My spiritual field has been damaged by him. I don't want to die! ]

Fang Yang stood up suddenly, and amid dozens of astonished gazes, he used a talisman to break open the door with protective talisman paper and rushed in, only to see a haggard-faced woman lying on the bed.

She was barely breathing and her face was as pale as gold paper, and it was obvious that she would not live long.

It was Lin Xing who was used as a cauldron by Zhang Chunjiu.

When Fang Yang saw her a few days ago, she was just a little haggard. Just a few days later, Lin Xing was already dying.

How many times a day does Zhang Chunjiu have sex with her?
It was originally expected that Lin Xing could hold on for another month, so that he would have time to consolidate his foundation and improve his cultivation.

But Zhang Chunjiu managed to repair a brand new furnace in just a few days.

What made him so anxious?
Since Lin Xing is no longer able to survive, where did Zhang Chunjiu go?
Fang Yang felt cold all over at once. He took a step forward and asked Lin Xing sternly, "Where is Zhang Chunjiu?!"

"He, he went to Wuni Lane."

Lin Xing's pupils gradually became dilated. Before she died, she held onto Fang Yang tightly and uttered her last words:

"Please, please help me kill Zhang Chunjiu."

　Thanks to the book friend Xingchen Shengjun for the 700-point reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)