Chapter 8 Demon Cult 㹏✘ Delicate Beauty 8
Why is it called a dream lover?
He Leyou thought he had some understanding of Qiu Jiayou.
At the beginning, Qiu Jiayou told him that a woman often appeared in his dreams, and He Leyou even jokingly asked him whether he had secretly decided to spend his life with her.
But later Qiu Jiayou told him that he suspected that he had already married that woman.
He Leyou was a little worried at this time.
There's nothing wrong with quietly getting married to someone! For people in the underworld, it's quite common.
If Qiu Jiayou met a woman he liked while out and about, He Leyou would also think it was normal.
Even during these years, he had seen Qiu Jiayou care about people who admired him.
But love is so natural, and it’s not uncommon to fall in love at first sight.
But in Qiu Jiayou's dream, he had already married that woman, so He Leyou felt that it was indeed a dream.
But for my friends, it was just a dream.
He already knew that his friend had no intention of marrying the woman in front of him.
Therefore, he looked at Sang Yichun with regret.
If it had come two or three months earlier, my friend wouldn't have had to face the point of seeing his lover in his dreams.
After waiting for a reply for a long time, Sang Yichun asked again, "Are you going out?"
Qiu Jiayou took a small step back. Although the step was tiny, he could not escape the perception of He Leyou beside him.
Facing He Leyou's incredulous look, Qiu Jiayou gave him a wink.
His friend didn't want to answer at this time, so He Leyou could only smile in response.
"Yes, we will set off for Weishan in a few days."
Weishan, Sang Yichun had never heard of this place.
But even if I had never heard of it, it still meant it was a place I didn't know about. Sang Yichun was very excited. "Can I go with you?"
He Leyou's smile froze. He had been in contact with women for so long that he almost forgot that some of them were not afraid of danger.
As if sensing He Leyou's hesitation, Sang Yichun tried hard to sell himself, "My medical skills are quite good."
"Qing 㰜 has made some progress, and I won't hold you back!"
In fact, Sang Yichun's words were still modest.
Sang Yichun is the most talented girl among the younger generation of the Sang family, but she doesn't study very seriously on weekdays.
But he has a good talent for medicine and has also studied poisons.
Her parents knew that she liked to go out and play, so they invited the famous Yun Yuanshan to teach her how to dance.
If you can't win, you can protect yourself with light weapons.
Medical skills!
He Leyou secretly glanced at Qiu Jiayou and said, "We will take you with us when the time comes."
"good!"
Just like that, in the excitement of Sang Yichun, He Leyou felt Qiu Jiayou's cold gaze.
"She's just a little girl!" He Leyou explained to him, "She looked quite pitiful, so I just took her out to have a look."
"Just take care of it."
Oh! Who is it for?
He Leyou was also worried that his friend might be ill and unconscious, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone with medical skills to take care of him on the road?
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The nights in the Demon Cult are always cold and lonely.
The night was hazy, and the nearby scenery was shrouded in darkness.
Ye Zheng was still dressing in front of the bronze mirror at this time.
Although she had not seen the woman during these days, she had heard the servants say more than once that she was as beautiful as a fairy.
When she heard these words, she wanted to severely punish those who talked too much.
At that time, the name used by Ye Zheng to punish people was good: You are not allowed to make irresponsible remarks about the teacher.
This is a way to teach those subordinates a lesson without getting involved with her at all.
Thinking of this, Ye Zheng almost couldn't help laughing out loud.
According to the servants, she already knew that her opponent was a gentle woman.
But what competitiveness does a woman like this have, even if she is beautiful?
Did she know that the place she was staying in was a murderous cult?
The husband beside her also had blood on his hands, and had even killed more people than anyone else in the cult.
It must not be a pleasant feeling to be surrounded by murderers all the time.
Especially that gentle woman, how could she bear it?
But it's okay, she will help.
In the dim bronze mirror, the woman reflected had charming eyes and a smile on her lips.
"Who?" Ye Zheng's expression changed and her tone was cold.
"It's me." An Qi walked out from the darkness.
"What on earth are you thinking about?"
An Qi had been here for a while, and he had seen clearly what Ye Zheng had done just now, but he just thought that her smile was weird.
But she hadn't noticed him until just now.
"What's it to you?" Ye Zheng snorted coldly.
"When did a dog that dared not even show its face dare to teach me a lesson?"
"you!"
What Ye Zheng said was indeed correct.
The Dark Camp, whose faces were covered with iron masks, was the lowest-ranking existence in the Demon Cult.
Their sole purpose in living is to eliminate their opponents.
At the same time, they are also the best knife of the Demon Cult and can do all the dirty and tiring work.
If the teacher had not reformed the system in the dark camp, An Qiru would still be in the dark camp.
It was still the dog that Ye Zheng mentioned.
"Ye Zheng, don't forget, you are just a subordinate."
An Qiru could see clearly that Ye Zheng had changed. Perhaps power is always attractive.
Under the temptation of power, how many people can stick to their original intentions?
"Do I need you to remind me of this?" Ye Zheng laughed in anger. "Why, did you come here just to laugh at me?"
An Qi didn't want to explain, "Yes, I'm here to laugh at you."
"Laugh at your wishful thinking."
Wishful thinking? Ha!
Ye Zheng's anger suddenly rose, "Get out!"
Seeing Ye Zheng's madness, An Qi was speechless.
After everyone left, Ye Zheng slid down from the chair weakly.
She fell to the ground, looking at her calloused hands. "Wishful thinking?"
"What is wishful thinking?"
"I've always known that if you want something, you have to fight for it. If you don't fight for it, you'll have nothing!"
After knowing clearly what she wanted, the confusion in Ye Zheng's eyes gradually dissipated, and what followed was a chilling coldness and viciousness.
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