The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

Sang Zhe's tone suddenly became relaxed and cheerful again: "It's just one less cat."

"Where can you find cats?"

"Even if Jiaojiao is gone, don't you still have the little black cat in your arms?"

Yan Rouwan's dull eyes finally moved.

"I am a kind person."

"I keep my promises, but I can't bear to see others feel lonely and sad."

"So don't worry, Fairy Yan." Sang Zhe said with a smile, "I promised not to attack this black cat, and I will keep my word."

"From today on, this cat can come and go as he pleases in the prison without any restrictions or danger."

Yan Rouwan didn't know whether she was listening to Sang Zhe or not.

A glimmer of light slowly appeared in her eyes, and she murmured to herself as if trying to convince herself:

"Yes... I can't let anything happen to me."

"And the Little Black Man... No, I only have the Little Black Man."

"I'm going to hold on to it."

"I've already lost Jiaojiao, I can't lose the little black warrior again—"

After saying that, she hugged the little black cat tightly in her arms.

The little black cat seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable, and after a meow, it jumped out of her arms.

He stretched himself and walked in front of her in a cat-like manner.

"By the way, Fairy Yan."

Just as the black cat was licking its paw, Sang Zhe, who had walked to the door, suddenly said without turning his head:

"There's something else I forgot to tell you."

He turned slowly and gently hooked his finger at the little black cat.

Then, under Yan Rouwan's dazed and vaguely desperate gaze.

The little black cat meowed charmingly.

Then, overjoyed, he jumped up and jumped into Sang Zhe's arms.

He even turned his head and gave Yan Rouwan a mocking look.

"This little black cat..."

"...Actually, I raised him." Sang Zhe raised his chin and grinned brightly.

11. Sudden Despair

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When Sang Zhe came out of prison.

All that was left behind was the distraught Yan Rouwan, sitting on the ground with a dull and pale look in her eyes.

It seems like he has lost his mind.

Sang Zhe was in a good mood and walked down the mountain with the two cute kittens in his arms, asking himself as he walked.

"System, what do you say?"

[Yan Rouwan strategy progress: 75%]

Wow, it increased so much at once.

Although compared with the previous strategy progress which was like squeezing toothpaste, this is already very fast.

But Sang Zhe was still not satisfied.

"What about the remaining 25%..."

"System, is there any other hard work?"

【System recommended solution...】

After listening to what the system said in his mind, Sang Zhe was stunned for a moment.

After a moment of savoring the taste, he smacked his lips again, revealing a hesitant expression for the first time.

"Isn't it... a bit too harsh?"

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The system is silent.

The meaning is also very clear: you are the host. It is up to you to choose.

This system really does answer every question.

But if you don't ask specific questions, it will really ignore you.

Sang Zhe also hesitated.

"If we choose this plan, what are the chances of success?"

[Based on the current situation, the host's chance of capturing Yan Rouwan is zero percent.]

Sang Zhe: “?”

Why did it suddenly become zero percent?

Haven't I conquered 75 percent of it?

"reason?"

[The host will die today, and the favorability will not be able to be improved later. 】

Death today?

Sang Zhe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted.

He stopped.

At this moment, we are at the foot of the Demonic Path Mountain.

It was only a mile or two away from the town where I lived, and I arrived there by walking through a forest path.

But at this moment, Sang Zhe looked ahead at the deep and dangerous woods under the setting sun and fell into silence.

"...No way."

He pulled a bitter smile from the corner of his mouth: "So unlucky?"

The system stopped talking again.

The air around gradually became quiet.

In the distance, crows were flying in the woods.

At some point, the cold and sharp blade was already against his throat.

The cold air almost penetrated into the throat bone along the sword blade.

"Sang Zhe, right?" A soft and graceful female voice sounded behind him.

"Where is Junior Sister Yan imprisoned and how guarded is she? You'd better tell me."

"I'll give you a peaceful death."

Her voice was cold.

Sang Zhe felt vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Is there an option that doesn't require death?"

"You are a wicked demon who has done so many evil things. Even if I don't take you in, God won't let you live."

The woman behind him spoke righteously, and her voice seemed to be filled with deep hatred.

Sang Zhe thought for a long time.

The most heinous thing I have ever done is probably deceiving Yan Rouwan's feelings.

I don't know why you would die if you told two lies.

But he doesn't want to die.

"System, is it possible for me to survive under her hands?"

[Shi Qingyan, a first-level disciple of the Qingning Hall of Shuiyue Immortal Sect, has reached the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation.]

[Host survival probability: 0.076%]

...Basically none.

Sang Zhe sighed.

I'm so unlucky. I was actually blessed by Tang Yubing's bad luck.

I didn't expect that the immortal sect would attack the disciples of the evil sect and even spare no insignificant little extra like me.

It's so heartbreaking.

However, through the system's reminder, Sang Zhe also recalled this senior sister from the Qingning Hall of the Shuiyue Immortal Sect.

Shi Qingyan...

If I remember correctly, it was the cold and beautiful senior sister nicknamed "Bingmei".

Sang Zhe vaguely remembered that in Shuiyue Xianmen, there would be special disciples who were appointed as "secret guards". They were usually composed of loyal and talented disciples.

Specially used to do the dirty and tiring work for the immortal sect.

Shi Qingyan was one of them. Not only was she a rare female cultivator among the secret guards, she was also a rare beauty.

Before this, Sang Zhe's entire impression of her was that she always had a cold and beautiful face and passed by him hurriedly.

Apart from thinking she was very pretty, we had no connection at all.

"Although dying at the hands of a beautiful senior sister is also a blessing."

Sang Zhe sighed and said, "But I really don't want to die."

Shi Qingyan behind him frowned instinctively, seeming to be disgusted by his frivolous tone.

She applied a little more force, and the cold blade cut a bloody mark on Sang Zhe's throat:

"I don't have any extra patience."

"You can choose between a clean and refreshing death or a death in extreme pain caused by being torn to pieces."

"I'll ask you one last time, where is Junior Sister Yan imprisoned?"

Sang Zhe didn't say anything.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Shi Qingyan's beautiful eyes, and then she snorted softly, "You're looking for death."

Her blade began to cut slowly downward.

But the next moment, a sharp sword light forced her to turn around lightly and kill the attacker with one hand.

Zhang Xiaoying, who had not yet taken off her maid's clothes and was as light as a swallow, came closer without saying a word.

The dagger was clean and ruthless, as if it wanted to die together with Shi Qingyan.

Shi Qingyan didn't seem to notice when Zhang Xiaoying arrived nearby.

She had no choice but to shake off Sang Zhe and deal with Zhang Xiaoying's attack seriously.

Seeing that she had let Sang Zhe go, Zhang Xiaoying did not linger in the fight, but suddenly jumped far away and came in front of Sang Zhe.

Keep him behind you.

"Little Ying?"

"I'll stop her." Zhang Xiaoying didn't even turn her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on the woman in front of her, "Master, go back quickly. Call someone to protect you."

The moment she saw Zhang Xiaoying, Shi Qingyan hesitated for a moment.

"you again……"