Miss Demon Lord will never surrender to the Saint

"After all, it's hard to recover this thing after it's thrown out. It's basically a disposable item, so we must prepare more." Qian Lin saw Ye Qiuhan's confusion and said with a sad face, "This flying knife costs a few spirit stones, which is very expensive."

As she spoke, she rummaged in her large sleeves and pulled out two identical black throwing knives.

Come to think of it, it seemed that Qian Lin had taken out a throwing knife from his sleeve earlier today? Ye Qiuhan recalled the danger not long ago, which meant that Qian Lin had at least three throwing knives with him?

"What do you carry with you?"

"There are so many of those things. After all, I'm the future Supreme of Demon. It shouldn't be a problem to be fully prepared, right?" Qian Lin tilted his head, indicating that he had a lot of small props with him.

This is a 360-degree, all-round, no-dead-angle combat prop system for fighting the enemy that she created with great effort after organizing and collecting various moves she learned in her previous life. It has everything from damage limitation to collapse and retreat, and its main feature is that no matter how many tricks you have, I have a counter-measure.

This is totally something that cannot be explained by the Demonic Supreme! Ye Qiuhan complained loudly in his heart.

Isn't the Demon Supreme the kind of madman who shouts "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God"? Would a madman know so many ways to survive? You are not the Demon Supreme, you are the Survival Supreme, right?

"Little girl, when you reach my age, you will know how important these things are." Qian Lin said with an expression that said you are still too young, "Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed."

"How old are you this year?" Ye Qiuhan couldn't help but ask with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"Counting my last life, that makes me 367 years old..."

"I'm asking you about this life!" Is it necessary to create a character at this time? Ye Qiuhan almost couldn't resist the urge to punch Qian Lin on the head.

He was so handsome when he stood in front of me and told me to run away not long ago, but how come he turned into this asking for a beating in the blink of an eye? It really makes me angry.

"Thirteen years and six months, probably?" Qian Lin touched his chin with a puzzled expression.

To be honest, she really couldn't remember her birthday clearly. There was no custom of celebrating birthdays in the North. The Qian family's family style was particularly bold and they believed in letting everything go its own way.

The family will guarantee that you will have enough to eat, but other than that you just have to work hard on your own. Just don't involve the family if anything goes wrong.

Born in such a family environment, Qian Lin is of course a carefree person. She doesn't even feel that her childhood in this life is any different from her previous life.

Well, she was reborn when she was three or four years old, which is about ten years ago.

And in these ten years...she really didn't feel that there was anything different about herself. Except that her perspective on people was a little lower, other aspects were not much different.

Girls' modesty?

Just kidding, the girls in the North are more tough than each other. Qian Lin’s own cousin can beat Qian Lin’s brother, just like a tomboy.

You really can't expect Qian Lin, who grew up in such an environment, to have much gender awareness. To her, the difference between men and women is probably that one is convenient to stand and the other is to squat.

This difference will disappear after entering the body-building stage and the body gradually develops towards the extraordinary. After all, the practitioners at that time are all fasting, and they can continue to eat and drink, but they no longer defecate and urinate.

So is there a difference between men and women?

No!

"You have to call me sister." Ye Qiuhan suddenly wanted to sigh. She was already fourteen years old this year, but why did she feel that this white-haired loli was really more mature than her?

Maybe it’s because she is the supreme master of the devil, Ye Qiuhan muttered in his heart.

"Don't try to take advantage of me. Calling me sister is more appropriate." Qian Lin would never call Ye Qiuhan sister. She is the supreme master of the magic way. What's the point of calling this black-haired stupid girl sister? Pretending to be young?

Forget it, I’m a little tired today, so I’d better go to bed early.

"Wait, you went to bed without taking a shower?"

"Ah? I'm a water-based cultivator, why do I need to take a shower?" Qian Lin, who had already taken off his men's robe and was only wearing a single piece of clothing, showed a puzzled expression, "I just need to rinse my body with water-based spiritual energy to stay clean, there is no need to take a shower at all."

As she spoke, Qian Lin sat down on the bed and raised her slender legs that were as white as white jade. "If you don't believe me, come and smell it. There is absolutely no smell."

Ye Qiuhan immediately showed an expression of shame and anger. What was the point of asking her to smell feet? Was it a humiliation?

"Never!"

Ye Qiuhan's sudden raised voice startled Qian Lin. The white-haired Supreme Lady from the North pondered for a few seconds but couldn't understand why Ye Qiuhan was angry.

Perhaps this is what my brother meant, women’s fickleness?

……

There are so few complaints!!!

9. Something seems wrong with the Saint

"Judging from the angle of penetration into the ground, the flight trajectory of this flying knife should be like this..." Late at night, a certain place in the academy was still as bright as day. Jian Zheng, who had gone to chase the man in black, was squatting on the side of the road, looking down at the black flying knife that was nailed diagonally to the ground.

While talking to himself, he stood up, turned his head and looked behind him, and an arc-shaped trajectory seemed to appear in his eyes.

If the calculation was correct, the flying knife should have been thrown from this place. He came to the calculated position of Qian Lin and frowned slightly.

If the flying knife was thrown here, the girl's perception ability would be quite intriguing.

He had also found the location where the man in black was ambushing, and the position where Qian Lin shot the flying knife to force the man in black out was still some distance away from the ambush location.

In other words, Qian Lin sensed something was wrong from a distance, made preparations in advance, and decisively used this weapon to attack the places he thought were threatening.

"Brother, we have already investigated other places, and they basically match the testimony of that junior sister. She used a trick to lure the demon into the forest, and then attacked him when she had the chance, successfully injuring him severely." A sword cultivator in a light green gown ran over in a hurry with a small piece of white cloth. He handed the cloth to the blue-clothed sword cultivator and said with a strange expression on his face, "We also found these poison needles on the road. They should have been placed by that girl."

It is not uncommon to carry weapons with you in Honghu Academy, and the academy encourages students to do so, but it is a bit strange to carry such a hidden weapon.

A completely non-reflective thin flying knife, a terrifying-looking poison needle, and some kind of spiritual prop of unknown origin, what does that girl have on her?

Is this really something a girl under fourteen should hold in her arms?

"He's from the North, so this is probably the way things are there." The blue-clothed swordsman put away the white cloth and shouted to the monks who were gathered not far away, "Everyone, be alert. We must find any clues left by that evil rat. We can't let him harm the students of the academy again!"

"understand!"

……

While the seniors of the academy were staying up all night to track down the murderer, what was Qian Lin doing?

She...is dreaming.

Have a dream that you don’t know whether it is a nightmare or a sweet dream.

She seemed to have returned to the cliff she had been on more than ten years ago, once again facing the terrifying thunder tribulation of the Venerable that seemed to be able to destroy the entire world.

What was different from the previous time was that this time the Saint Maiden of Yao Chi did not sneak attack her, but walked out from behind her and stood in front of her.

The saint's sword does not look like a sword, but more like a priceless work of art. The hilt and the guard are inlaid with gems of different colors, and the lines on the sword seem to flow with spiritual energy. It was this sword that pierced Qian Lin's chest, allowing her to be reborn in every sense.

But this time, the saint stuck the sword into the ground.

What, do you want to see me survive the thunder tribulation? Qian Lin was a little confused. What was Ye Qiuhan doing? He, the supreme master of the demonic path, had no ability to resist at all, and you were still not doing anything?

Once I get through this calamity, you won't have any chance at all.

Although Qian Lin is said to be the supreme master of the devil path, her cultivation has not yet reached the pinnacle. Before she was killed by the Saint's sneak attack, she was an Eight Tribulations Venerable, and she still had two more thunder tribulations to overcome before she could truly become an immortal.

However, this level of cultivation is the closest to the immortal path in the magic world, except for the magic immortal who founded the magic world in the legend, so Qian Lin is indeed worthy of the title of the Supreme Master of the Magic World.

Ye Qiuhan was also an Eight Tribulations Venerable at that time, but he was still far from reaching the level of transcending tribulations. Under normal circumstances, he could not defeat Qian Lin.

Unfortunately, she seized a good opportunity and took advantage of the fact that Qian Lin was alone and undergoing a tribulation to launch a sneak attack and kill him.

"It's time for you to take action." Qian Lin spoke, and the voice that came out of his throat was not the magnetic male voice in his previous life, but a clear female voice similar to that in this life.

The saint shook her head.

"Then you should leave here quickly. Thunder tribulation is no joke." Qian Lin pointed to the sky. In fact, she did not have much confidence in herself. In the history of the magic path for tens of millions of years, there were probably less than five magic cultivators who had faced the ninth level of thunder tribulation.

And the number of demonic cultivators who can survive this thunder tribulation and truly become Nine Tribulations Venerables is probably only one or two.

"Be careful or you'll be struck by lightning."

"This thunder tribulation cannot strike us." The saint spoke, her voice was a little unclear, and it sounded a bit like the maturity of a stupid black-haired girl.

Because he had never had any communication with this saint in his previous life, Qian Lin didn’t know whether this saint had this voice... No, I’m dreaming now, so this should just be my imagination?

I just picked a random voice for this fake saint, right? But it's quite suitable.

"You'll be dead before it hits you, so it can't hit you."

Well, do you still want to whip my corpse at this time? Is it necessary?

So what are you waiting for? Hurry up and give me a quick death. It feels very bad to be stared at by thunder, you know?

"I found out that I was wrong." The Saint walked up to Qian Lin and picked up the petite Qian Lin. "You are not the unforgivable demon I thought you were. Those things have nothing to do with you. From the beginning, you were a completely innocent person."

The Demonic Supreme Qian Lin died unjustly. She was blamed for a lot of things before her death, but she had never done even one bad thing.

You said she killed someone, well she did kill someone, but it was all self-defense. Others were trying to kill her, and if she didn't fight back, she would have died, okay?

"What's the point of saying all this now? I'm dead anyway. But dying is not bad. I can start over again." Qian Lin curled her lips. Whoever wants to be the supreme devil can be it. Anyway, she won't be one in this life.

She's had enough of being the scapegoat, she wants to turn over a new leaf and walk the right path in this life!

Let’s see who can put the blame on her again!

"Indeed, this is an opportunity for you and me, an opportunity to make up for all the mistakes we made in the past."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Qian Lin was a little confused. Make up for the mistake?

She has nothing to make up for.

She just doesn't want to be the scapegoat.

What the hell are you talking about?

"You will understand." The saint's eyes flashed, she lowered her head slightly, and moved towards Qian Lin.

and many more!

What are you doing? !

Even though this is a dream, you can't do this!

No, they say dreams are a reflection of one's inner thoughts... Oh my god, could it be that I actually want to be fucked by this saint...

10. The Saint is Sweet

"Qian Lin, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Can you hear me?" Ye Qiuhan asked worriedly, waving his hand in front of Qian Lin's eyes twice.

Since waking up in the morning, Qian Lin has been sitting on the bed, maintaining the same posture and not moving, almost like a stone statue.

From time to time, he would touch his lips with his fingers, as if he was possessed by evil spirits.

Pursing her lips, Ye Qiuhan didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that there seemed to be a sweet and greasy fragrance in the room, which was a bit uncomfortable.

"If I tell you that I had a erotic dream last night, will you laugh at me?" Qian Lin finally retracted her scattered consciousness. She felt that the dream she had yesterday was a little too real, so real that it didn't seem like a dream at all.

But if it wasn’t a dream, the scene would be too unbelievable!

I, the former supreme demon! The saint of the righteous path who killed me...took advantage of me in my dream?

She even stuck out her tongue!

Logically speaking, Qian Lin would not doubt the authenticity of this dream, but the feeling in this dream was too real!

Qian Lin is an ultimate single aristocrat who has not had a relationship for more than 300 years. She dare not even think about kissing a girl and only knows about the matters between men and women.

Therefore, even if she was dreaming, when she reached some indescribable places, her brain would not be able to render the images due to her complete lack of experience, which would eventually cause the dream to collapse.

But the dream last night was different. Instead of collapsing, Qian Lin really experienced the feeling of a saint.

You know what, it’s quite sweet, almost like fruit.

"Ah?" Ye Qiuhan was caught off guard by Qian Lin's question. She opened her mouth and said, "At Qian Lin's age, it should be normal to have such a dream... right?"

Girls of thirteen or fourteen can indeed begin to fall in love, and Qian Lin is particularly precocious. So maybe it isn't such a big deal if she has some naughty dreams at this time?

"But I dreamed of a very beautiful girl."

"Eh?!"

"She broke my heart in my last life, but why am I dreaming about her? And doing that kind of thing?"

“?!” Ye Qiuhan widened his eyes, his big dark eyes full of warnings that his IQ was in danger.

What is Qian Lin saying? Why can't she understand a word he says?

Doing that kind of thing?

No, what can girls do between girls?

Qian Lin said that she had a wet dream, but what on earth do girls have to do to turn it into a wet dream?