Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

There is a bamboo forest at the foot of the demon sect mountain, which has existed for a long time. Inside, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, elegant and cool, and the wind shakes the green bamboo. I don't know who built a pavilion in it. The first leader would visit it occasionally, and then he named it Nanxie Pavilion.

The former leader was not a man of both arts and martial arts. He was a martial arts man at most. I don't know from which script Nanxie pavilion was copied. It doesn't match the bamboo forest at all, but people call it that.

Banquet court sitting on a stone bench, behind is a gold nanmu coffin.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he turned to look up into the air.

A moment later, a red curtain sedan chair with four corners was embroidered with iris pattern, decorated with silver thread, and hung with tassels on the four corners. It was a little jingling when walking. The sedan chair was carried by four people. They stepped from the air and finally landed on the ground.

The hand under the sleeve of the banquet court suddenly clenched. He stared at the tightly closed car curtain and felt his heart beating.

"What can I do for you?"

Yantingzhi looks at the speaker, and then he thinks of this. Song Qing, the right protector of the demon sect. When he first saw Ji Rao, he thought that this man was different from other disciples of the demon sect. He was upright and gentle. But maybe it was what he did to Ji Rao. When this gentle man looked at him, his eyes were only alert and resentful.

"I'll apologize. I was in a hurry that night. My mother didn't matter Please forgive me. "

"Pardon?"

The curtain of the sedan chair was suddenly opened, and the man in red reclined in the sedan chair, looking at the banquet court with cold and contemptuous eyes. He was still so proud that he couldn't put anyone in his eyes. It's just that there were some joking feelings in his eyes before, but now there is only indifference left.

Yantingzhi knew that his legs could not stand up. Looking for these people is not afraid of him, just let them carry the sedan chair, don't want to make themselves embarrassed.

No matter what he becomes, he is the leader of the demon sect.

"It's a good plan for Yanshao master. Oh no, it's time to call Yanzhai master now?" Ji Rao looked at the coffin behind the banquet court and said, "don't say you apologize lightly. In my opinion, the life of the whole flying flower studio is not as important as a hair of my Dharma protector."

His eyes flow, and finally fall on the face of the banquet court, "so you come here, in the end, just for your conscience better."

"No! I just want to see you, your wound... "

"Enough!" Ji Rao's cold hate on his face was like a knife, cutting the banquet court black and blue. "You came to my demon sect today, do you think I won't kill you?"

Yanting looked up at him seriously, as if holding the last hope, "will you?"

Ji Rao didn't speak. She took out many red silk in one hand, wrapped the sword around Song Qing's waist, and went straight to the banquet court.

Banquet court did not want to hide, and Ji Rao did not want to stop.

The sound of the sharp weapon breaking the body.

"I will." Ji Rao finished, pulled out a sword and threw it to Song Qing.

It hurts.

The idea of banquet court.

He felt like he was half a beat slow. The wound was on the right side, but he thought Ji Rao was stabbing his heart in a trance. Otherwise, how could his heart hurt so much?

"If killing you can make Heiling alive, I won't hesitate at all. Since you have been good to me, I will let you go this time. I will see you again and take your life. Banquet master, I do what I say. " Then he waved down the curtain of the tent, as if he didn't want to see more Banting at a glance.

"Song Qing, let people carry the coffin. Let's go."

"Yes."