I, who was the cannon fodder in the fantasy world, was entangled by the heroine

Looking at Rong Bei's appearance, Jiang Qian knew that he had to go to Yan Luo Mansion today.

"Since it's Sect Master Rong's invitation, I'm going to be a guest!"

Done.

Jiang Qian reluctantly followed Rong Bei and flew towards Yan Luo Mansion.

After just a few hours, the two of them had arrived at Yan Luo Mansion.

Jiang Qian looked at the majestic Yan Luo Mansion in front of him, but felt extremely depressed.

It seems that these Yan Luo Mansion disciples don't know how to laugh at all, and they seldom speak after that.

In particular, there is actually a "waterfall" in Yan Luo Mansion.

A "waterfall" made of blood!
Jiang Qian was arranged in a courtyard. It seemed that some kind of formation was set up in the courtyard to limit his cultivation, and the surroundings were full of disciples from Yan Luofu.

House arrest?

Jiang Qian looked around, this is not the case now.

"Jiang Gongzi, you live here first, I have an urgent matter to deal with now, I will meet you for tea later!"

Done.

Rong Bei hardly waited for Jiang Qian to answer, he turned and left directly.

Looking at the closed gate of the courtyard, Jiang Qian couldn't help laughing bitterly: "It seems that I have been placed under house arrest!"

"Everything that can contact the Wuji Sect seems to be invalid!"

"It seems that this Rongbei is for this soul-killing flute!"

talking.

Jiang Qian took out the soul-killing flute, flipped it over with his right hand, and then disappeared again.

"Don't act rashly for now, wait and see how Rongbei's attitude is."

between words.

He was already leaning on the back of the chair, crossing his legs very leisurely, drinking a cup of hot tea.

It was less than 10 minutes after the break, when there was a sudden commotion outside the yard.

"My lord, the suzerain just ordered that no one should enter the courtyard."

"Shut up, mine is a saint, who dares to stop me!?"

"But……"

The disciples at the gate also looked helplessly at the saint who barged in front of him.

Seeing this, the saint dared to stop her, and said in a very cold tone: "If you dare to stop her for a while, don't blame me."

When the words landed.

A murderous aura emanated from the saint.

The fierce murderous aura made the group of guards start to feel a little timid, and they looked at each other.

In the end, out of desperation, he could only get out of the way.

Immediately, it fell with a cold snort from the saint.

She entered the yard and saw Jiang Qian who was drinking tea leisurely and regarded this place as his home.

Jiang Qian turned his head to look at the saint, and said, "You must have come to kill me!"

"Hmph, if I want to kill you, I will kill you openly, not in this way!"

The saint sat opposite Jiang Qian very naturally, looking at Jiang Qian so leisurely.

The next sentence almost didn't choke Jiang Qian.

"Will you let a woman named Xing Rou?"

"Cough cough cough..." Jiang Qian couldn't help coughing a few times when he heard the name.

Looking solemnly at the saint, he hurriedly asked, "Where do you know this name?"

At this moment, Jiang Qian gradually reacted.

He said that when he saw this saint for the first time that day, why did he feel a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember it at all.

It turned out that it was because this saintess was somewhat similar to Xing Rou.

However, whether it is temperament or personality, they are quite different from Xing Rou.

The saint heard Jiang Qian's words, and said coldly: "Where did I know, I don't need to tell you, you just need to tell me, do you know him or not?!"

"I don't know!" Jiang Qian, who came to his senses, continued to drink tea leisurely, without continuing to look at the saint.

Hearing Jiang Qian's words, the saint obviously didn't believe it at all.

If you really don't know each other, there won't be that kind of very intense reaction in front of you.

"You definitely know you, hurry up and tell me about Xing Rou!" A look of displeasure appeared in the eyes of the saint.

Jiang Qian shrugged: "Then tell me first, where did you hear about that Xing Rou?"

"Otherwise, I can choose not to know each other!"

"you……"

The saint looked at Jiang Qian and didn't want to tell her at all.

With a cold snort, she turned and left angrily.

Jiang Qian glanced sideways at the saint, then withdrew his gaze, and murmured, "It's strange, Xing Rou should still be in Xizhou now, it's impossible to be in Zhongzhou."

"Why, this saint suddenly mentioned this name?"

"Although the two of them are similar, they are completely two people. Could it be that Xing Rou's father had an illegitimate daughter?"

"This illegitimate daughter went to Zhongzhou to become the saint of Yan Luo Mansion?"

When he said these words, Jiang Qian felt a little nonsense.

But, he really couldn't imagine, what is the relationship between the saintess of Yan Luo Mansion and Xing Rou?
Why, people who have nothing to do with each other are now inexplicably connected.

After a long time.

Really, Jiang Qian, who couldn't figure out the connection, shook his head helplessly and said, "Forget it, don't think about it for now."

Done.

Jiang Qian stretched his muscles and bones, continued to lean on the back of the chair, drinking tea, so leisurely.

It lasted until nightfall, when Rong Bei finally arrived.

Jiang Qian glanced sideways at Rong Bei, and asked with a smile, "Sect Master Rong, how long will you keep me?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Jiang was just joking, it's hard to come to Yan Luo Mansion, why don't you stay for a few more days?"

talking.

Rong Bei was already sitting opposite Jiang Qian.

How could Jiang Qian fail to hear Rong Bei's subtext, isn't it just to keep him under house arrest for a few more days.

"Sect Master Rong, we are all smart people, and we don't bother to beat around the bush. You invited me here this time, but for the Miehun flute?"

Jiang Qian didn't bother to continue to deal with this Rongbei, and directly defeated Rongbei's purpose.

Hearing these words, Rong Bei remained extremely calm, and said with a light smile, "Since Mr. Jiang has seen it all, I won't continue to beat around the bush!"

"That's right, the reason I invited Mr. Jiang over this time is because of the Miehun Flute."

"I don't know, Mr. Jiang, can you return the soul-killing flute and the technique of blowing the soul-killing flute?"

Rong Bei thought that his talent would definitely not be weaker than a core disciple of the Wuji Sect.

He thought that he didn't blow the soul-killing flute, but he just didn't master the skill of blowing the soul-killing flute.

Hearing Rong Bei's words, Jiang Qian smiled faintly: "Skills? Sorry, I don't have any at all. I just tried it, but I didn't expect it to blow."

The black unicorn imprint on the soul-destroying flute is enough to prove that the soul-destroying flute belongs to the Eternal Demon Lord.

As the inheritor of the Eternal Demon Venerable, he can naturally blow it.

There is nothing wrong with what you say.

However, Rong Bei didn't believe it at all.

He gradually put away his smile, but he couldn't help Jiang Qian, he just stood up slowly, and said lightly: "Give Mr. Jiang a few days to think, I don't want to destroy the harmony with Wujizong!"