"You, you weren't drugged?" Bei Moling looked at the hands gripping her throat in horror. The force was immense, unlike anything that could be unleashed in her soul form.
It was at this moment that she realized that the original Wen Jingge, who had been held hostage, had been put on her body.
"What are you all good for! A bunch of idiots! Everyone's gone!"
The demon servant then realized that his arms were empty; Wen Jinge, whom he had been holding hostage, had vanished.
The demon servants were innocent.
What just happened?
He didn't even blink. Where did the person go? How did they end up on the other side?
"No! They're not useless." Wen Jingge defended them, and seeing that Bei Moling was about to lash out again, she quickly explained, "It's really not, it's just that I'm too strong."
Bei Moling rolled her eyes, wishing she could faint, but Wen Jinge was being cheeky and pinching her philtrum.
"My sleeping potion..." Bei Moling, with her last remaining will to resist, cried out, "Why, why doesn't it work on you!"
"Because I am a soul! What kind of bewitching fragrance is in a soul?"
This kid is probably out of her mind. It must be because she's too beautiful that Bei Moling lost her mind.
Bei Moling blushed, then became angry.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll tie a pretty bow for you." Wen Jingge said sincerely and earnestly as she tied the knot with the demon-binding rope. "Does it look good?"
"Untie me!" she gritted her teeth, glaring at her demonic followers. "What are you standing there for! Can't you see your grandma is being held hostage?! Can't you at least offer some assistance?"
"Cough." The servant who had been scolded earlier held the blade to Wang Xi's neck, his hand still trembling. "Release, release our Holy Maiden, or I, I'll make her bleed on the spot!"
"You've got a screw loose." Wang Xi, with a knife to his throat, glared coldly at the servant.
Wang Xi went to Xuan Yun Sect for Wen Jinge. Similar to idol worship in later generations, her heart was entirely devoted to Wen Jinge, and she even learned about 90% of Wen Jinge's habits.
At this moment, facing the knife to her neck, she was not afraid at all. She was taking out sugar pills from her storage bag and eating them with Yang Wennan, one after the other.
"Hurry up and make your move." She nudged the demon servant behind her, still fearless. "I've only had a few peaceful days in my entire life at the Xuan Yun Sect. I've experienced at least a hundred assassinations, kidnappings, and other crimes in the past. Compared to them, you haven't even entered the door yet."
"This is my first time."
"No wonder!" Wang Xi murmured, "The knife wasn't even sharpened."
"You, you, you!" Bei Moling was so angry she couldn't speak, because the one being held hostage was now the demon servant. "Are you out of your mind!"
“No, he only has horns on his head.” Wang Xi glanced at the demon servant she had taken hostage, her tone serious.
She was holding a dagger she had taken from her storage bag, which she had slipped into her sleeve the instant she ate the candy. No one would have guessed that the storage bag containing the candy contained two poisoned daggers.
This is her basic guarantee for survival, as a princess who lives amidst various assassinations and murders year after year.
Yang Wennan was performing the same action as her; clearly, the two were perfectly in sync and had already planned this trip. Liang Si also took this opportunity to float back into her body. Thus, except for Yuan Qingling, everyone was in their respective positions.
The situation was reversed in an instant.
Bei Moling was dumbfounded, and so were the demon disciples. Suddenly, they were the ones who were passively taken in.
"That's true." Lu Wei chuckled, a cold laugh escaping his lips, as if he were lamenting the injustice of his worries. "How could an old fox raise a little white rabbit?"
"Hmm?" Wen Jingge bit her lip and glared at him with dissatisfaction. "I'm clearly a little white rabbit!"
Bei Moling closed her eyes, giving up resisting. To continue would only bring torture: "Kill me..."
"Don't kill."
"Robbery..."
"Robbery."
Bei Mo Ling:......
Is this really the legendary Master Wen?
That ethereal person, even if he wanted to lower his standards, wouldn't he have to demean himself like this?
What happened to Master Wen, who was once aloof, arrogant, and disdainful of all others, with no worldly concerns?
She needed to deal with that, not this female hooligan in front of her!
"I am the little white rabbit!"
"Little white rabbit!"
"White Rabbit!"
“Yes, you’re white.” Lu Wei covered his face. If only he hadn’t been so reckless and taken over Qiao Yu’s body back then. Now, looking at Bei Moling, he felt a pang of emotion. “You… I don’t want her body.”
"Huh?" Wen Jingge's face cracked. This guy, is he really not joking?
She pointed at Lu Wei, whose face was red and neck thick, and then at Bei Moling, whose eyes were wide with fear, and muttered thoughtfully, "Are you really, sure, that you like this kind of thing?"
"I don't!"
"No, no, Master means that if Grand Master likes it, we can have it too." Wang Xi rubbed his hands together, then knocked out the demon disciple who had failed in his first kidnapping attempt. "After all, I also like beautiful women. Third Senior Brother, do you like them?"
Yang Wennan coldly knocked the demon disciple unconscious, laid him on the ground, stared at his toes, and said with some shame, "I like it."
He wants to fit in.
Master can always keep Grandmaster in check.
When you take sides, you get used to it.
As for the one being bullied, it wasn't him; the joy of the bystanders is something money can't buy.
"I have no objection."
Looking at Liang Si's serious expression and then at Bei Moling's panicked tears, Lu Wei finally realized that these little brats were toying with his feelings again.
At this moment, he was like a fierce woman who had been hurt by a scumbag. He left without a word, tossing his beautiful hair and venting his anger on the demon disciples.
"Master! When it comes to fighting, you are the one I admire the most." Liang Si remained serious, solemn, and calm, but her words made Lu Wei wish he could replace Qiao Yu immediately.
It seems he's been tricked again.
slap slap slap
Applause erupted, with Wang Xi leading the way, "Master, you're amazing! Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, let's go out!"
Lu Wei: ...
He experienced too much that day.
The most common approach I've encountered is Wen Jingge's routine.
"Is it really necessary?" He was furious, but it would be beneath him to get angry with a junior, so he could only find someone of higher status to take the blame. "I've been asleep for so long, and they know I'm not very bright, yet they still keep ordering me around."
"I just..." Wen Jingge hesitated for a moment, rummaged in her storage bag, pulled out a coffin, and made a shushing gesture.
"How...how did you bring it out?"
The coffin that Wen Jingge pulled out was the very one he had taken from the Burning Heaven Gate that morning. The black iron gleamed brightly in the firelight, and it looked quite spirited. "As long as the coffin is there, the person is here!"
Lu Wei: ...
"My ideal is to slay demons, immortals, and gods. If I die, I can lie down in that place."
"What's wrong with you..." Lu Wei was speechless, thinking of the lightning tribulation that could strike her at any moment, "Are you afraid of dying!"
"Shh!" Wen Jingge shook her head. "What are you saying! Can't we just live a carefree life, keeping each other company in this mortal world?"
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