Chapter 83
"No need, Leng has already fasted." Leng Qingqiu interrupted Ye Lan. Looking at the relieved Ye Lan, he spoke again: "Leng came here just to ask if Brother Lan would like to continue to accompany me."
Ye Lan agreed without hesitation: "Of course, we must go together!"
If the Xiao family had not stamped their souls on them, he would not have been willing to travel with Leng Qingqiu, the traitor, and would have gone as far away as possible.
Leng Qingqiu's cold eyes changed slightly, and his icy face rarely smiled.
"Oh, Leng is going back to the sect to hand in a mission. In that case, Brother Lan, you should go back with me."
Ye Lan: ???
What?
Return to the sect?
Ye Lan couldn't explain his mood at once, nor did he know how he should react. He only knew one thing.
He can't go back.
Ye Lan waved his hands frantically and shook his head to refuse.
"How can this be so embarrassing? Only family members can enter the sect. How can I, a casual cultivator like Lan, deserve to be able to enter Brother Leng's sect? No, no, no, this is unacceptable!"
Leng Qingqiu's face turned cold, and he ignored Ye Lan who turned around and wanted to run away.
He used the old method again, and threw his spiritual power directly towards Ye Lan, tying him up tightly again.
Leng Qingqiu summoned his natal sword and stood on it, pulling back the spiritual power rope in his hand.
Ye Lan, who was tied up like a dumpling, was lifted onto the flying sword by Leng Qingqiu and forcibly taken away.
Ye Lan wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did he speak so quickly?
What should I do now?
His cultivation had not improved much, and he had not seized many opportunities, but he returned to the sect with Leng Qingqiu.
Since escape was fruitless, he could only hope that Leng Qingqiu would return to the sect quickly to hand in the mission, take on a few more missions, and then leave the sect with him.
Fortunately, fortunately I told others that I was in seclusion.
Otherwise, don't reveal your identity too quickly.
Ye Lan was thinking about it in his mind, and he didn't think about it until he was tired and fell asleep.
Leng Qingqiu, the instigator, curled the corners of his lips and looked at Ye Lan, who was still feeling regretful even when he was asleep, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.
At dawn the next day, Leng Qingqiu and Ye Lan had already arrived at the top of the Sword Sect of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Leng Qingqiu stopped the flying sword on another mountain peak and threw Ye Lan, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, down.
"Brother Lan, please rest here first. I will go and hand in the task first and then pay my respects to Master."
Ye Lan turned around in annoyance, waved at him and said nothing.
Ye Lan was in a depressed mood. He looked at the bare hills around him and reflected deeply on what had gone wrong.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and turned back to look at Leng Qingqiu who had already walked away.
"What? What did he just say? He wants to go and pay his respects to the Master?"
God damn it, his master is still here, how can he ask for peace!
No, no!
He had to hurry back to the mountain!
Ye Lan flew back to his cave at a high speed on his sword. With a wave of his sleeves, the plain clothes on his body instantly turned into the black clothes he used to wear.
He raised his hand again, and spiritual power condensed into a water mirror.
The effect of the face-changing pill has not yet ended, so the poor guy can only use face-shaping to restore his appearance.
The treasure-hunting mouse came out with a curious look on its face. It was stunned to see that its owner had finally returned to his handsome appearance.
Ye Lan pushed it into the spirit pet space with one hand and instructed: "I'll bear with you for a few days, don't come out!"
Before the treasure-hunting rat could react, its entire body was stuffed back in.
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