The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

Chu Wanning and Fu Qian were preparing to rest when suddenly, a hurried knock on the door broke the silence of the night.

Chu Wan Ning's heart moved, and she gently grabbed Fu Qian's wrist, motioning him to wait.

She walked towards the door cautiously and saw the shadow of the waiter through the window paper. The waiter was standing outside the door, holding a tray filled with fine wine and side dishes.

Although Chu Wan Ning was somewhat confused, she remained calm. She opened the door and said to the waiter with a smile:

"It's so late, is there anything else?"

The waiter smiled innocently and said:

"Sir, you have come all the way here, thank you for your hard work. This is a small gift from our inn, please accept it."

As he said that, he handed the tray to Chu Wan Ning.

Chu Wan Ning took the tray, but she couldn't help but feel alert. As a doctor, she had a keen sense of smell and noticed that there seemed to be a wisp of black smoke under the tray. This was obviously not an ordinary drug. She secretly sent a message to Fu Qian:

"Be careful, there's poison on this tray."

Fu Qian was also shocked when he received Chu Wanning's message. He reacted quickly, pretending nothing had happened, and said to the waiter:

"Oh? Thank you so much."

When the waiter saw Chu Wanning and Fu Qian accept his food and wine, a flattering smile appeared on his face.

Chu Wan Ning turned around and put the wine and food on the table. She turned around and saw that the waiter was not in a hurry to leave, but was standing at the door, as if waiting for something.

Chu Wan Ning's heart tightened. She knew that this inn was not as simple as it seemed, but she didn't expect him to be so arrogant.

She decided to trick the waiter first and see the dark side of the store, so she pretended to smell something strange, covered her mouth and nose, and pretended to be unwell and then staggered and fainted.

Chu Wan Ning and Fu Qian used their sea of ​​consciousness to transmit sound:

"He wants to see us faint with his own eyes! I'll faint in front of him! You come too!"

Fu Qian hummed with a doting tone in his mind.

Seeing Chu Wan Ning about to fall to the ground, he quickly stepped forward and supported Chu Wan Ning, fearing that she would really fall to the ground. After supporting her, he pretended to be poisoned, having a headache and fainting.

When the waiter saw this, the silly smile on his face was gone, and now there was a cold and contemptuous look on his face.

He thought Chu Wan Ning and Fu Qian had been poisoned, so he turned around, took the wine and food and left.

However, he did not notice that Chu Wan Ning and Fu Qian were not actually unconscious, but were secretly observing his every move.

Chu Wan Ning sent a voice message to Fu Qian's sea of ​​consciousness:

"He really doesn't waste food. Hey? Which direction did he go? Do He Er and the others live over there? I'll send her a message!"

Fu Qian replied:

"Okay, then pass the ball quickly, he's turning the corner."

Chu Wan Ning quickly sent a message to He Er's sea of ​​consciousness. On the other side, He Er was trapped in a corner by Zi Ming. Zi Ming forced her to swear that she would only love him in this life. If she had any improper thoughts about others, she would be struck by lightning.

He Er didn't expect Ziming to be so stubborn and he would not give up until he got a perfect answer.

She was raising her hand to swear when Chu Wan Ning sent her a message, clearly stating that there was something wrong with this inn. If the waiter brought her food and wine later, she should hold her breath and pretend to faint, and not to alert the enemy.

He Er used this as an excuse to push Ziming away and rolled his eyes. "Hmph, let's get down to business. Let me see what you can do to me!"

Ziming's expression was gloomy and he raised his hand to remove the barrier.

After a while, the waiter really came to knock on their door, bringing the side dishes and wine that Chu Wan Ning had mentioned, with a naive smile on his face!

He Er held his breath and opened the door for the waiter, but the waiter still gave the same excuse.

"Sir, you have come all the way here, thank you for your hard work. This is a small gift from our inn, please accept it."

Tsuruji took the food and drinks swiftly, pretended to smell the food, and said perfunctorily:

"Wow, the food smells so good! Ziming, come and smell it too!"

After saying that, he brought the food and wine and pushed them under Ziming's nose in revenge. The waiter controlled the spiritual power behind his back to secretly release the poison. He Er immediately pretended to feel unwell, pushed the wine and dishes forward, stuffed them into Ziming's arms, staggered, pretended to be unable to stand, and fainted on the ground.

Seeing this, Ziming pretended to move forward to check on He Er's condition. Then, he pretended that he was poisoned, and held He Er in his arms with his heavy body. He was a gentleman who would not take advantage of an opportunity.

He Er rolled his eyes in his heart. Does this old man Ziming have to have physical contact to be satisfied? ? ?

The waiter looked at the broken bowls and felt annoyed. How did these two people scatter them on the ground? Oh, he would have to clean them up later. It's not easy to be a worker.

In the dim night, the waiter whistled softly, and soon, several burly men walked out from the shadows around the inn.

These people were obviously helpers arranged in advance. They carried the four of them on two carriages and transported them to a mysterious place.

The carriage moved slowly forward in the night. Chu Wanning and Fu Qian sat in a carriage, secretly observing the situation outside through the gaps in the curtains.

They found that the carriage route did not seem to be the main road leading out of the city, but rather passed through some winding paths in the wild mountains and wilderness.

The carriage was dark and depressing, with only a few rays of light coming in through the gaps in the wooden boards. He Er and Zi Ming sat in a corner of the carriage, their figures appearing particularly silent in the swaying light.

The carriage was shaking more and more violently, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Suddenly, there was a sharp scraping sound and the carriage shook violently, as if it was stuck by something.

Tsuruji and Ziming's bodies involuntarily leaned forward, almost colliding with each other.

In this chaos, Ziming's mouth lightly brushed over Heer's ear. At that moment, Heer felt a strange touch, as if an electric current passed through her body.

She turned her head and saw Ziming frowning slightly, as if he was also a little unhappy with the sudden bump.

??? Was she overthinking it? Maybe the carriage was really too bumpy.

An inexplicable emotion surged in He Er's heart. She was not sure whether Ziming's behavior was intentional or unintentional.

But regardless, this small contact made her feel somewhat uneasy.

The carriage jolted a few more times and finally got rid of the gravel that was blocking its way. He Er and Zi Ming regained their balance. They sat there in silence, not talking anymore, only exchanging glances occasionally.

As the carriage continued to move forward, He Er's mood gradually calmed down. She began to reflect on her reaction and whether she was too sensitive.

Ziming still maintained his faint silence, as if everything was under his control.