Shen Hongying knew that she had given Han Jiulin some trouble. If it hadn't been for her, Huo Fulang might not have discovered Han Jiulin so easily after being disguised, so he quickly smoothed things over for Han Jiulin:
"Sister Nangong, it's a good thing that you and Her Majesty the Saint arrived in time, otherwise that old boy would have captured me to be his concubine!"
Nangong Yuling's face darkened when she heard this, and then she continued to ask Shen Hongying: "What did you say?
What concubine?”
Seeing Nangong Yuling's expression, Shen Hongying knew that she must have initially believed her words, so she suddenly became dramatic and immediately changed into a look of aggrievedness and said:
"Sister Nangong, it's not clear. Look at my beautiful appearance, slim figure, and proud peaks! When Huo Fulang saw me, he naturally became lustful and wanted to capture me to be her concubine.
Hum! Oops!"
"This old boy doesn't even look at himself. He really wants to eat swan meat! Fortunately, Daxia Wei acted righteously and was not timid in the face of the old thief. He stood up and stood in front of me!"
"However, the old dog thief was angered by this and started killing my men. If Her Royal Highness the Saint and Sister Nangong hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous!"
After hearing this, Nangong Yuling turned to look at Han Jiulin, thinking in her mind that facing a terrifying and powerful person like Huo Fulang, the rest of the people should stay away.
But Nangong Yuling had previously seen Han Jiulin risking his own life to save those whose minds were invaded by evil spirits, so it was natural and natural that he felt that Han Jiulin could do such a stupid thing, and his appreciation for him increased a lot.
"Yihang, although you are extremely courageous and have repeatedly acted for justice, your life will be lost sooner or later if you leave this kind of temper outside. Why don't you come with me to Black Dragon Cliff?"
Nangong Yuling once again extended an invitation to Han Jiulin.
Faced with this invitation, Han Jiulin naturally did not hesitate and immediately nodded in agreement.
"Sister Nangong, you see, all my attendants are dead. If I go to Black Dragon Cliff alone, I will definitely escape death. Can you let me go with you?"
When Shen Hongying saw this situation, her face suddenly showed joy, and she took Nangong Yuling's arm and shook it.
Nangong Yu Ling asked curiously: "Isn't your mother with you?"
Shen Hongying pouted and raised her head to look at Nangong Yuling and said:
"If mother were here, how could that old boy Huo Fulang dare to come and bully me?
I'm afraid I might have run away after hearing the news! Mother has something important to attend to and will not return to Black Dragon Cliff until later!"
"Okay then, Ying'er, just go back to Black Dragon Cliff with us, but this time Her Royal Highness the Saint is traveling with us, so you can't be naughty and willful, got it?"
Nangong Yuling looked at Shen Hongying deeply and said.
"Okay, okay, I will be obedient along the way and will never cause any trouble to Sister Nangong and Her Royal Highness the Saint!"
Shen Hongying said with a smile.
"Um."
Seeing Shen Hongying's assurance, Nangong Yuling glanced at Han Jiulin again, and then turned and left with the devil's saint.
After seeing the demon sect saint, Nangong Yuling and others leaving, Shen Hongying jumped in front of Han Jiulin and spoke to him:
"Brother Yihang, this time I helped my sister hide her true identity. Shouldn't you thank her properly?"
"Okay, thank you."
After saying these four words, Han Jiulin immediately strode away without looking back.
Shen Hongying could not help but be slightly stunned when she saw that Han Jiulin was so perfunctory to her. Then she almost jumped up in anger when she saw Han Jiulin's leaving back, thinking in her heart:
"Damn it, you are so perfunctory towards me! Huh! Brother Jiulin, just wait for me, I don't believe that I can't win your heart with my beauty and cuteness!"
At night, Han Jiulin practiced quietly in the house.
There was a demonic saint in this huge mansion, so Huo Fulang naturally did not dare to take action rashly, but Han Jiulin could also sense that this old boy had not left the ancient city of Jedi. He was obviously waiting for an opportunity and planned to come again at any time.
Take action.
The Holy Girl of the Devil's Cult, who made Huo Negang quite fearful, was currently sitting in a stone pavilion shrouded in white gauze, stroking a spiritual wood guqin in her hand.
Then his fingers plucked the strings and played a melodious and intoxicating piano sound. When the piano music was played, phoenixes actually transformed into soaring high into the sky. After a while, they formed the shape of a phoenix dancing in the sky.
Han Jiulin couldn't help but be moved when he heard the intoxicating music. He stopped practicing and stood in front of the window to watch the strange scenery happening in the sky. He immediately admired the cultivation of this demonic saint.
He is called the number one young genius in the imperial capital, which is indeed good, but with his current practice, he can only be called a genius.
With Han Jiulin's current practice, there is undoubtedly still a long way to go before he becomes a true master.
The Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect and the Venerable Kongshi are the real top masters among the younger generation, and their own cultivation is enough to compete with the powerful ones in the King Realm.
What the mysterious white-clothed woman said before was indeed true. With Han Jiulin's talent, his level of cultivation should be far beyond this. He must become stronger and become able to compete with the Lord Kongshi and this demonic saint.
It's worthy of the potential.
But after hearing the melodious music of the piano, Han Jiulin couldn't help but have a flawless shadow appear in front of his eyes.
Ever since they separated due to a misunderstanding in the ruined temple that day, he has lost track of Yu Xuanyan and has no idea where she is now.
At midnight, pieces of goose feathers and flying snow gradually fell in the night, covering thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the Canglan Empire.
The next morning, when Han Jiulin pushed the door out of the room, the street he saw had turned into a snow-white scene, which also meant that winter had officially arrived in the Shenwu Continent.
Then a snowball suddenly sneaked up from behind Han Jiulin, hitting his back with a muffled sound.
Shen Hongying jumped up and down in the heavy snow and came to Han Jiulin's body. She looked at Han Jiulin and giggled: "Brother Yihang, why are you just standing here blankly and don't know how to hide?"
Han Jiulin shook the snowflakes off his body, then stepped out of the house and said as he walked: "Stop making trouble, it's time to set off."
"Huh, that's so boring!"
Shen Hongying complained, and then had no choice but to follow Han Jiulin out of the courtyard.
Not long after, this so-called caravan set off again, but this time it was not necessary to bring so many people with it to Black Dragon Cliff, and many unnecessary things were left behind in the ancient Jedi City.
With the team streamlined, there were only about two hundred masters of the bloodthirsty demon sect who accompanied the demon sect saint to escort the iron box containing Zhan Wusha's body on the road.