Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

There is a bamboo forest at the foot of the devil sect mountain, which has existed for a long time. Inside the mountains and rivers, elegant and cool, wind shaking bamboo, quietly Pathetique secluded. I don't know who built a pavilion in it. First, the master would visit it occasionally, and then it was named Nanxie Pavilion.

The former leader was not a man of both literature and martial arts. At most, he was a martial arts man. The pavilion in the South Pavilion was copied from which script. It didn't match the bamboo forest at all, but people also called it that way.

Banquet court sitting on a stone bench, behind is a golden Phoebe coffin.

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

A moment later, a red curtain sedan chair with four corners and four red curtains was embroidered with irises, decorated with silver thread and fringed on the four corners. It was a little jingling and crisp to walk. There were four people carrying the sedan chair. They came from the air and landed on the ground steadily.

His hand clenched under the sleeve of the banquet hall. He looked at the tightly closed curtain of the sedan chair and felt his heart pounding.

"What can I do for you?"

The banquet court looks at the speaker, this just remembers this matter, demon cult right protector Song Qing. When he first saw him, he felt that this man was different from other disciples of the demon sect. He had a kind of righteousness and was gentle. But maybe it was what he did to Ji Rao. When the gentle man looked at him, he only had guard and hatred in his eyes.

"I came to apologize. I was in a hurry that night. My mother was not in a big way Please forgive me. "

"Pardon?"

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

Yan Ting knew that his legs could not stand up. It's not to be afraid of him to find these people, but to let them carry the sedan chair and not to make themselves embarrassed.

No matter what he turns out to be, he is the leader of the demon sect who is superior to others.

"The little master of the banquet has a good plan. Oh, no, it's time to call the master of the banquet room now?" Ji Rao looked at the coffin behind the banquet hall. "Don't say you're a light apology. In my opinion, the life of the whole feihuazhai is not as important as one of my Dharma protectors."

His eyes flow, and finally fell back on the face of the banquet court, "so you come here only for the sake of your conscience."

"No! I just came here, I want to see you, your injury... "

"Enough!" Ji Rao's cold hate on his face was like a knife that cut the banquet court black and blue. "Do you think I won't kill you when you come to my demon sect with a single sword today?"

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

Ji Rao did not speak, one hand took out a number of red silk, wrapped around the waist of the song and Qing Dynasty sword, straight toward the thorn banquet court.

Banquet court did not want to hide, and jirao did not want to stop.

Sharp tools break through the sound of the body.

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

It hurts.

The idea of banquet court.

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

"If you can make Heiling alive, I won't have any hesitation. If you have been good to me, I will let you go this time. I will see you again in the future and I will take your life. Master, I will do what I say Then he waved down the curtain, as if he did not want to see the banquet court more.

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

"Yes."