When Qin Fanfan heard the noise in the jade slip, her expression froze for a moment. How could the two sects' direct disciples be captured so quickly?
"It's hopeless." Xie Chuxue held the teacup and shook her head, "If we rely on these disciples, this cultivation world should be destroyed as soon as possible."
Qin Fanfan nodded in agreement, which was rare.
Ye Qiao waited until the evening before slowly standing up. She looked at her clothes, then casually found a demon she had been observing for a long time and patted him gently.
"Hey. Bro."
"Do you have any clothes of other colors that you can lend me?" She said in a very kind tone.
The demon blinked in confusion: "How do you know I have clothes of other colors?"
nonsense.
Ye Qiao has been observing the demons here for three whole days, and she has basically paid attention to all the information that can be obtained from everyone here.
"I saw you take it out of the mustard bag." She looked embarrassed: "I thought your clothes looked better, so I wanted to try one on."
The clothes of the demons are all the same, but the clothes of the man in front of him are very different in color. Perhaps to highlight his personality, the black clothes in his mustard bag look particularly eye-catching among the gray.
He said proudly: "You have good taste."
This was the gray clothes he had carefully modified. The demons had been wearing them for more than ten years. He was also a boy's heart. He wore it many times in private when he was alone on weekdays.
Unexpectedly, someone finally had the vision to see his uniqueness.
Ye Qiao coaxed him into giving her the black clothes, and when he lowered his head to organize his mustard seed bag, she launched a sneak attack and knocked him unconscious.
After she put on the clothes, she tidied them up carefully. Her servile smile disappeared without a trace. She took a step forward, put her hands behind her back, and looked like she didn't recognize anyone.
Qin Fanfan didn't dare say a word when he heard the noise. He felt that his disciple was going to cause trouble again.
Ye Qiao took a pill that concealed her cultivation level, so no one could tell that she had just started to build her foundation.
The clothes of the demons are all the same, a uniform gray color. The other demon soldiers have never seen the high-level officials, so when they saw Ye Qiao's outfit standing out from the crowd, they all looked at each other.
They mistakenly thought that Ye Qiao was sent by higher-ups to supervise them.
"Who are you?" A demon soldier rubbed his hands and asked tentatively.
Ye Qiao walked up to them with a smile on his lips and snorted coldly, "The Saint sent me to check on the two disciples you captured. Why are you standing there? Do you want to die?"
Her tone was impatient and her eyes were cold. The demon soldier didn't dare to talk back after being kicked. He could only smile and said, "Oh, it turns out to be the master sent by the higher-ups. The two disciples are in the dungeon. I'll take you to see them."
The demon soldier muttered to himself, how come he didn't know that the saint had sent people over?
He asked tentatively: "I wonder what the Saint said? Who are you?"
These tentative words made Qin Fanfan break out in a cold sweat.
Ye Qiao's smile became even brighter, "Oh? You want to know who I am?"
She has watched TV dramas for so many years and has already figured out the truth.
It doesn’t matter if your acting is awkward, just smile when you meet people.
The more perverted your smile is, the more it will highlight your psychopathic temperament, and this way no one will suspect you.
The girl maintained a changeable smile in her black clothes, as if blending into the night. She looked particularly unfathomable against the gloomy atmosphere.
The demon's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered that these adults all had bad tempers, especially when Ye Qiao was smiling so brightly. He was afraid that if he said any more, the other party would twist his head off.
“No, no, no, I don’t dare.” He lowered his head hastily: “We will lead the way for you right away.”
Ye Qiao deliberately covered her face with her hair, fearing that her awkward acting skills would make her facial features look out of place.
As she walked along the way, she would kick anyone she disliked. Her heartless look made the group of demon soldiers even more terrified and they firmly believed that she was a master sent by the higher-ups.
The demons in the dungeon didn't even have the courage to look at her, and they kept their heads down and were cautious the whole time.
Ye Qiao, who was taking advantage of the opportunity to bully others, would certainly not be weak and walked in with his hands behind his back.
She asked casually, "What are you going to do with the two disciples you captured?"
"These monks are very loyal." The demon began to laugh grimly: "Those disciples will definitely come to rescue us, and then we will be able to catch them all in one fell swoop."
"He is just a direct disciple of the cultivation world." The demon clan laughed: "Given time, our demon clan will definitely unify the cultivation world."
Ye Qiao looked at the laughing demons and felt that he would appear out of place if he didn't laugh.
So he started laughing too: "Hahahaha!"
The laughter that sounded like that of the dark god Gunara came out one after another, frightening the two bound disciples so much that their faces turned pale.
Song Hansheng and Ye Qinghan looked at each other.
I just feel that they are both going to die here today.
These demons are not normal people at all.
After Ye Qiao walked into the dungeon, she saw two old acquaintances. She sighed softly in her heart and lowered her voice. "Ask the Sword Sect and the Yueqing Sect?"
She was wondering who was so suicidal that he dared to come in at the risk of being caught.
If it were these two people, then that would make sense.
Ye Qinghan met her teasing gaze, his expression slightly tense, his eyes full of coldness, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, in the future, I will definitely flatten your demon world!"
Ye Qiao almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
He is worthy of being the cultivation version of Long Aotian. He still does not forget to speak harshly even after being thrown into jail. He doesn’t even look at whose territory he is in now.
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