Return from hell, the yandere villain is not easy to mess with

The cold wind was rustling and biting, blowing on Gu Juechen's face like a blade.

On the face as pure as jade, the eyes that had always been as calm as ice appeared frozen for a moment.

"Sir...in what capacity do you want Yinshuang to stay by your side?"

The felt cloth blocking her eyes was slowly lifted, revealing Shen Xixi's delicate face.

Behind her, Yinshuang lowered her head, revealing only a section of her fair neck.

"Of course... she is the first wife." Staring quietly at Shen Xixi's bright eyes, Gu Juechen slowed down and spoke word by word.

"..." After saying the last word, Yin Shuang suddenly raised her head and met his deep eyes.

"Sir, do you know..." Seeing Gu Juechen's resolute attitude, Shen Xixi felt relieved.

Thinking of his current status, I couldn't help but test him again.

Unexpectedly, before she could finish speaking, Gu Juechen had already spoken.

"She and I... are the only ones in this life."

A smile appeared on her lips, and Shen Xixi's heart dropped completely. "That way, I feel relieved."

Nodding, Shen Xixi turned around and looked at Yinshuang, "What do you think of Yinshuang?"

"I...you...Sister Xixi?" At this time, Yinshuang felt that her head was buzzing and confused.

Facing the look in his eyes from Gu Juechen, he seemed to have a rabbit in his chest, hopping wildly.

"Come with me, I'll tell you." Gu Juechen said in a low voice, extending his palm towards her.

"I..." Biting her lip, Yinshuang looked at Shen Xixi.

"Go, remember, you will be back in the evening." He said this to Yin Shuang, but Shen Xixi's eyes looked at Gu Juechen.

Yinshuang thought she was well covered, but Shen Xixi saw all the marks on her body.

"Gu knows." Knowing that he was in the wrong, Gu Juechen agreed, then grabbed Yin Shuang's wrist and led her towards the camp.

"Wait a minute... I still want to see a patient with Sister Xixi..."

Before she could recover from the shock, Yin Shuang had already been led several meters away. Looking back at Shen Xixi who was standing in front of the tent, Yin Shuang struggled to free her hand.

"Someone will take her there." He easily stopped her struggle and without looking back, Gu Juechen directly pulled her into his arms, lifted the felt cloth and walked in.

"Madam, where are you going?" At the door of the tent, the female slave responsible for taking care of Shen Xixi knelt on the ground and asked in a low voice.

"Where is the injured heroine in white?" Shen Xixi asked softly after coming back to her senses and thinking of Wushuang.

Thinking of the poison on Wushuang's body, he couldn't help but feel worried.

"The girl is asking about the woman holding the sword?"

"Yes, where is she?"

"She was in the tent behind. She was unconscious for a long time and never woke up."

Thinking of the unconscious woman covered in blood, the slave girl couldn't help but tremble.

"Thank you, can you please take me over there?" Shen Xixi was anxious when she heard that Wu Shuang was seriously ill and held the slave girl's arm tightly.

"Yes." The female slave was flattered by Shen Xixi's gentle and gentle attitude. She quickly stepped forward to hold her delicate hand and led her to the tent at the back.

Compared to the tent where Shen Xixi was, the tent where Yue Wushuang was healing was smaller.

"Please, madam." When she arrived at the tent door, the slave girl raised her hand to pull up the curtain so that Shen Xixi could enter easily.

The tent was filled with a strong, bitter smell.

On the bed, Yue Wushuang closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, and she lay quietly on it.

"Wushuang..." Shen Xixi called out in a low voice and walked to the bed, her eyes full of worry.

"How is she doing?" Shen Xixi asked softly, looking at the doctor responsible for taking care of Yue Wushuang.

Bowing to salute Shen Xixi, the gray-haired old man said cautiously, "Madam, I'm sorry, I've never seen this girl's disease before. It's extremely toxic. I tried my best to treat it, but the effect is minimal. We still need to find an antidote."

After hearing his words, Shen Xixi's body became weak, her steps were a little unsteady, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Madam..." Behind her, the slave girl supported her.

He shook his head gently towards the slave girl to indicate that he was fine.

Shen Xixi looked at the bed again.

Thinking of Twelve's poison, Shen Xixi's eyes flashed slightly, "Where is Ji Wuhen?"

The female slave next to her trembled when she heard Ji Wuhen's name. Thinking of what the steward had told her this morning, she lowered her head even further: "Master Imperial Master went to the prayer hall."

"Come with me and take a look."

"Yes."

Afraid of Yue Wushuang's serious health, Shen Xixi held the slave girl's hand and walked quickly towards the prayer hall.

The Hu people regard the wolf as their totem and believe in the wolf god.

The prayer hall is a place used to worship the wolf god.

It is also a base for discussing important matters.

Time was tight, and the prayer hall at the edge of Qushui was temporarily built with wood.

Normally no one is inhabited except for the guards.

At this time, the originally empty wooden chairs were filled with people.

They were wearing crimson robes and holding rosary beads. Their skin was dark and their faces were covered with traces of wind and frost.

In the center of the room, Ji Wuhen put one leg up on the chair and put the other long leg on the chair, narrowing her narrow eyes slightly. "What do the elders want?"

Hearing this, the old man sitting in the first place on his left spoke first.

"Leader, you have been away for a long time, and your subordinates are really worried."

Looking up, Guardian Zuo stood up and walked to Ji Wuhen, "We are still waiting for you to return to the religion and officially take over as the leader."

Looking intently at Ji Wuhen's beautiful and enchanting face, Protector Zuo looked serious, but his tone was gentle.

"Elder, please note... I still have important matters to attend to." Ji Wuhen said calmly, raising his long eyelashes and scanning the surroundings.

"My subordinates know that you have been enduring humiliation for the revenge of the former saint, but now the sect is leaderless. I hope the leader can deal with it as soon as possible."

"And...the leader and the saint have also reached the age of getting married."

Facing Ji Wuhen's half-smiling eyes, Protector Zuo lowered his head, glanced sideways at Protector Lin who was sitting at the rear, and finished speaking bravely.

"Da da……"

What responded to him was the clicking sound of fingers tapping on the table.

Click and click, clicking on his heart.

According to the custom in the religion, to take over as the leader of the church, one must marry a saint.

This custom has lasted for nearly a hundred years.

However, after the leader took over, he never mentioned the matter of marrying the saint.

As a result, Old Ghost Lin kept annoying him in his ears.

"Haha, what follows is what Protector Jin really wants to say, right?" With a slight snort, Ji Wuhen looked at Lin Wushou, who had his eyes closed in deep thought.

The latter was holding a rosary, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he had no idea what was going on around him.

However, the trembling ears exposed outside the silver hair revealed his panic mood at the moment.

"When the master passed away, I said... that I would not marry a saint."

Looking at Lin Wushou coldly, Ji Wuhen looked away and leaned back to look in front of him.

"What? The protector forgot?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded.

"Master, marrying a saint has been a centuries-old rule of our religion to ensure the bloodline of our family."