Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Everyone watched the waiter busy himself towards the noisy crowd, and a sense of inexplicable creepiness flashed through their hearts.

Even the naturally optimistic Lin Shuyu shuddered unconsciously, "This waiter is really a bit strange."

Meng Ziyuan beside him sneered, "Maybe this inn is just playing tricks to attract customers."

Meng Ziyuan, who thought he had some knowledge, asserted that he did not believe that he could not subdue one or two monsters with his own strength.

"No matter what, it's better to be careful. You'd better remember what he just said."

Jiang Tingwan, who knew the subsequent plot, spoke, and it seemed like a reminder, which made Wen Bumian glance at her slightly.

"Master, have you noticed anything?" Lin Shuyu asked immediately.

"Ah? It's always better to be cautious when you go out."

Jiang Tingwan couldn't reveal the secret, so he could only respond vaguely, then buried his head and finished a cup of tea.

Everyone nodded secretly. Even the Third Elder said so, so they naturally became cautious.

Time passed gradually, and the light in the sky gradually changed from warm yellow to cold night. The waiter who was still greeting the guests was pouring tea for the guests in the lobby. He couldn't free his hands for a while, so he could only shout loudly:

"Old Huang! It's getting dark, why don't you go and close the door."

"Okay!" An old man's voice answered. The old man who was counting the accounts ran to close the door with a staggering gait, which seemed a bit strenuous. Just as he put the bolt on the door, there was a hurried knock on the door.

When Jiang Tingwan heard the knock on the door, he immediately became excited. If he was not mistaken, it should be Luo Xingnan who came.

He quickly stretched his neck to look in the direction of the door.

"We are full, please come back tomorrow!"

A strong yet familiar voice responded to him, "We have traveled a hundred miles to get here. It is getting late today and we have nowhere else to stay. Please help us."

The people at the door refused to leave, and Lao Huang felt a little embarrassed. The waiter came up and said to the people outside the door, "To be honest with you, my inn really has no vacancies. We only have a firewood room. If you don't mind, I will open the door for you."

"The woodshed is fine." The person outside the door answered, and the waiter signaled Lao Huang to open the door.

But as soon as the door opened, Old Huang started shaking with fear, and even the young waiter was stunned.

How can this be a few people? This is clearly more than ten people.

The expectation on Jiang Tingwan's face turned into gloom, and Mu Qingge and others also changed their expressions.

Because the people who came in were none other than the group of Zizaimen disciples who had hunted down Wen Bumian.

Everyone looked at Wen Bumian who was standing aside, but Wen Bumian was looking at the people approaching the door with a calm face.

"Sir, I'm afraid this woodshed can't accommodate all of you. You'd better find another place to rest." The waiter greeted him with a smile and advised him kindly.

Ye Guan, the leader, pushed him away and said, "If I say you can stay here, you can stay here."

The waiter, who was not standing steadily, bumped into Old Huang beside him, causing him to hit the door frame. He quickly turned around and helped him up. When he turned around again, he looked at the people from Zizai Gate with a resentful look in his eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, he still greeted him with a smile and said, "There is no room left in the lobby. I will take you to your room to rest."

"How can we rest in the woodshed?" Ye Guan changed his words, but his eyes were fixed in the direction of Wen Bumian, "You don't have to worry about them, I'll just sit down."

As he spoke, Ye Guan had already walked towards Wen Bumian, and even naturally found a place to sit down.

"So you all know each other. Then I won't disturb you from reminiscing about the past." The waiter left tactfully and closed the door of the inn again.

No one appeared at the door again.

Jiang Tingwan was still a little confused. Why did the person who appeared at nightfall change from Luo Xingnan to Zizaimen?

Before he could figure it out, Ye Guan, who was sitting down, had already spoken.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing?"

"Don't you know whether I'm good or not?" Wen Bumian looked directly at the person in front of him and replied.

Ye Guan smiled contemptuously, and said as if he had just remembered: "That's right, the Sect Master's two profound veins were severed. Even if he recovers now, he will only have 80% of his strength. 80%?"

He even deliberately pondered: "He should be at most in the middle stage of the transformation realm, right?"

"Hmm..." Wen Bumian nodded as if pretending to appreciate it. "You guessed well, but before you do anything, do you want to take a look at who is at the table?"

Wen Bumian's confident provocation made Ye Guan a little confused.

"They are just a few disciples in the Jindan stage. Do you really think they can protect you?"

Wow, that's too crazy!

Jiang Tingwan was shocked when he heard Ye Guan's words. Are the people from Zizai Sect so arrogant even though they have elixirs at their disposal?

However, before he had time to digest it, he heard Wen Bu Mian motioning the other party to look at him and said, "Don't you know that in addition to sending disciples to attend the trial meeting, each sect will also have an elder to supervise?"

"Who is this?" Ye Guan's face changed slightly, and he felt a little unsure. It couldn't be the most powerful person in Sanyuan Sect, right?

"This is the third elder of the Sanyuan Sect!"

Jiang Tingwan’s os: Good boy, I have become your big brother!

Jiang Tingwan rolled his eyes at Wen Bumian beside him, but still straightened his body and glared at him like a big boss.

Mu Qingge and Mu Yunzhong, who knew about Jiang Tingwan's situation, looked at each other and said immediately, "Master Wen is now a guest of honor of Sanyuan Sect. No matter what grudges you have, we have the responsibility to protect Master Wen's safety before he leaves."

After Mu Qingge finished speaking, all the disciples of Sanyuan Sect had a look of solidarity on their faces.

Ye Guanxin looked at Jiang Tingwan beside Wen Bumian with fear, and was speechless for a moment. After all, he had heard about the deeds of this crazy woman. After she was abandoned by Mu Xingzhi, she slaughtered the entire cult organization by herself. Even Mu Xingzhi, who was finally called the Sword Immortal, died at her hands.

According to rumors from outside, Jiang Tingwan's realm is already infinitely close to the Zhongtian level. No one expected that the person accompanying the Sanyuan Sect disciples down the mountain this time would be her.

Seeing that Ye Guan remained silent for a long time, Jiang Tingwan instantly gained confidence, "I don't want anything dirty sitting on this table."

Jiang Tingwan ordered everyone to leave. Mu Yunzhong stood up first and made a gesture of invitation to Ye Guan. Mu Qingge and others also stood up at the same time, instantly forming a kind of pressure, and also invisibly confronting the disciples of Zizai Sect behind Ye Guan.

The movements of both parties attracted the attention of other people in the hall, and they all looked over.

Ye Guan could only raise his hand to interrupt this atmosphere and gave Jiang Tingwan a smile. "Since the Third Elder is guaranteeing us, we should also give him some face."

After saying that, Ye Guan stood up and bowed politely to Jiang Tingwan, then asked his servant to lead the way and went to their small firewood room.

"Protector, are we just going to let this go?" asked the person closest to Ye Guan.

"Don't worry, there are enough variables in this city!"