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Chapter 150: A demon? She is more like a weak woman who is being bullied

"Why doesn't Miss Xiuyu come in?"

Lu Zhan smiled lightly, and his tone was as gentle as a spring breeze.

Then the red gauze curtain in front of them was drawn open, and the barefoot woman came slowly towards them, twisting her waist like a water snake.

This is a woman with a hot body. The purple gauze dress is like layers of petals, wrapping her fair body, but exposing her slender waist. The hem, like flowing clouds, is not of traditional style, but has a slit.

As she walked, her long white legs were faintly visible under the purple skirt.

Her appearance was not considered beautiful, and could even be considered delicate. Not to mention compared with the famous fairies, even compared with the courtesan in Hua Manlou, she was much inferior.

But there is a charm surrounding her, the kind of charm that men like very much, without being coquettish.

It was indeed Ramadan. Lu Zhan had seen the female ghost king’s appearance in her memory that day, and it was indeed so.

It was really easy to get something for free...Every time he felt that things were at a stalemate, there would always be some new clues that made things suddenly clear.

Lu Zhan looked at her with a smile.

"Your Excellency is as handsome and powerful as the rumors say. He is fascinating."

Ramadan looked at the handsome man in front of her, and a charming smile appeared on her bright red lips.

She didn't know what Lu Zhan's core golden finger was, nor did she know that her appearance had been exposed.

"Miss Xiuyu is as stunning as the rumors say." Lu Zhan said in a gentle voice: "Why are you standing? Don't be so formal with me, come and sit down."

A trace of hesitation flashed across Ramadhan's pretty face, but she still smiled and sat down beside Lu Zhan, saying softly, "My Lord, what do you want from me at this time? Do you want me to dance for you?"

“Didn’t the brothel owner tell you?” Lu Zhan looked at her quietly.

"Although I live in a brothel, I don't do that kind of work. I sell my art but not my body." Ramadhan's tone was shy, a blush rose on her face, and her eyes were like melted spring water, looking at Lu Zhan tenderly.

A normal man would not make things difficult for her after seeing her looking so pitiful. Any man who had a bit of sympathy for a woman would not force her.

But Lu Zhan was not a normal person. He asked calmly, "Since you have come to the brothel, stop pretending to be saintly."

Lu Zhan never likes to rush into things. He wants to do enough foreplay before things become interesting. But he is not here to have any romantic affairs today, so it is better to get straight to the point and go straight to the point.

Ramadhan's face froze, as if she had not expected Lu Zhan to say this. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she bit her lower lip and said, "I know that I am of humble status. If you want, I will give you whatever you want. But why do you have to humiliate me?"

"It's just a joke, don't mind it." Lu Zhan said with a smile.

Ramadan wiped her tears and said tenderly, "My Lord is so mean to say such sad things. It's noon now, can I serve you dinner?"

"You may not have what I want to eat here."

"Hmm? What would you like to eat, sir?"

"Tofu." Lu Zhan smiled slightly: "The best is milk-shaken tofu."

Ramadhan's face froze instantly, and she forced a smile and said, "What kind of dish is this? I have never heard of it before."

Lu Zhan still looked calm and unhurried. He spoke lazily, "The Hehuan Sect is located in the Far North. Hundreds of years ago, they were purged by decent people because of their many evil deeds. Therefore, they rarely appeared in the world. But hundreds of years later, the Hehuan Sect is lingering on and showing signs of revival. A demon woman has begun to roam the world."

"The demon women are extremely good at taking yang to replenish yin, and they practice the art of seduction. Anyone who has sex with them will be sucked dry by them in the end. It just so happens that such a woman came to Jinling City recently, and I am extremely curious."

Lu Zhan's voice was gentle, sounding like a conversation between friends, but it made Zaan Yue pale.

She clutched her handkerchief, her red lips bitten until they were completely bloodless: "Does your Excellency suspect that I am a witch from the Hehuan Sect?"

“Tsk…” Lu Zhan chuckled, but his tone suddenly turned cold. He grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her to the ground. He looked down at her with a sinister smile: “I don’t have much patience. If you don’t want to talk about it here, there is a prison in the Demon Suppression Department waiting for you.”

At this point, Lu Zhan lowered his voice and leaned close to her ear: "As you know, there are many warriors in the Demon Suppression Division, but warriors cannot lose their virginity before reaching the Mysterious Realm. As a result, many warriors have been suppressed for a long time, and inevitably have some problems in their hearts. They have developed some special habits. I'm afraid that even the demon girl of the Hehuan Sect can't stand it..."

Ramadhan's face turned pale, and she stared at Lu Zhan with undisguised anger in her eyes.

After a long while, she suddenly forced a smile, raised her head and looked at that extremely handsome face, and asked, "How did you find me? Even a bald donkey has never seen my face, and my sister's child is in my hands, she will never betray me."

This was an admission that the Tofu assassin was arranged by her, and that the assassin was her senior sister. However, this was indeed within Lu Zhan's expectations, so he was not surprised.

Lu Zhan looked at her and said, "You used the child to threaten your fellow senior sister, which was a very good method. But when you met her, you forgot to wash off the perfume powder on your body, so she was naturally stained with your fragrance."

Ramadan was startled, annoyance appeared in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and smiled: "It was my mistake. I actually forgot that you are a frequent visitor of Hua Man Lou."

Lu Zhan smiled. Although he looked extremely handsome, it gave Ramadhan a chill. She could feel the difference between the man in front of her and that bald donkey.

The bald donkey was dedicated to getting rid of harm for the people, but the person in front of her was obviously more thoughtful. She couldn't see through her purpose and couldn't help but feel more uneasy: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to..." Lu Zhan smiled kindly and said sincerely, "Cooperate with you."

Ramadan narrowed his eyes and frowned suddenly: "I have heard that officials like to train assassins and prostitutes, so that they can quietly eliminate their opponents when necessary. I didn't expect that this trend would spread to the Demon Suppression Department. Do you really think I will be willing to be used by you? Let you humiliate and trample on me?"

Lu Zhan smiled even more, he was amused by Ramadan.

It was hard to imagine a woman who had killed tens of thousands of people saying these words with such an iron-willed expression of a saint.

He shook his head: "How can I bear to send you to someone else's bed and let you become a killer in bed? I'm not that kind of person."

Ramadhan breathed a sigh of relief, and her expression softened a bit, but Lu Zhan's next words made her tremble all over.

"It's not that I don't know how to be gentle and kind to women. How about I turn you into a ghost?" Lu Zhan said with a chuckle.

Ramadan's face turned cold, and his eyes seemed to spit fire. Is this what he called "cherishing women"? Kill her directly and refine a ghost?

"What if I don't agree? We in the Hehuan Sect always prefer to die in glory rather than live in disgrace."

Ramadan was surrounded by black energy, and suddenly a powerful force burst out.

Lu Zhan just smiled at her.

She sneered: "I really can't kill you, but I can kill myself."

"Why do you think you can kill yourself in front of a night doctor?" Lu Zhan's eyes wandered and fell on her flat abdomen: "Unless you also have poison hidden in your abdomen, then I will have to help you search it."

After saying that, Lu Zhan restrained her and pressed her to the floor.

Under Ramadhan's horrified gaze, Lu Zhan's true energy transformed into a pair of hands and inserted into her mouth.

"what-"

Ramadan's eyes widened, the discomfort made her scalp tingle, but she was unable to break free from Lu Zhan's grip and could only let him do what he wanted.

After a full cup of tea, Lu Zhan finally let go of her hair, wiped his hands and said, "Tsk, it seems that Miss Ramadhan is still afraid of death. She didn't hide poison in her stomach."

"You..." Ramadhan's eyes were filled with fear. She hugged her neck with both hands to relieve the discomfort. Her voice was a little hoarse. "We have no hatred. If you hadn't helped Bald Donkey kill my puppet, I wouldn't have killed you. Since you are fine, why don't we make peace? I am willing to be a knife in your hand, but you let me go, how about that?"

Ramadan doesn't want to become an accomplice unless it is absolutely necessary. Although she says she is fierce, who really wants to die?

Lu Zhan looked at her with a half-smile: "Do you think I would keep a potential danger by my side? You only have two choices now. Either I throw you into the prison of the Demon Suppression Division and let you taste those soul-destroying punishments before you die, or I refine you into a ghost."

Although he helped Yuan Kong kill Zhai Yue's puppet, he was a member of the Demon Suppression Bureau after all, and his strength was very strong. However, Zhai Yue refused to flee Jinling and took the risk to find a killer to seduce and kill him.

This shows that the other party will never let go of any grudge.

Such people can only be treated as minions before we can feel at ease.

As for whether Ramadhan would agree, he was determined to get her, which was why he told her so much, in order to break through her defenses and make her willing to work for him.

Ramadan may not be afraid of death, but she definitely does not want to experience the punishment of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Many years ago, the punishments of the Demon Suppression Bureau were severely criticized by the Jianghu Monthly, causing countless cultivators to despise them. Even the women of the Hehuan Sect would not want to endure them.

In contrast, although the minions are ghosts, they have clear ideologies and exist only in the form of ghosts, so they can continue to practice.

Maybe he could kill this ghost breeder after he succeeded in cultivation in the future? Lu Zhan didn't think Ramadhan had this ability, but he wanted to give Ramadhan this hope so that he could choose this way out in desperation.

"Since I am already in your hands, why do you need to ask me for my opinion? My life or death is just a matter of yours, but I am willing to commit myself to you. We can even sign a blood contract. Why do you want me to be your lackey? Isn't it better to let me serve you? It will save you from having to come to the brothel to satisfy your desires."

She raised her head slightly, her watery eyes were red, her messy clothes barely covered her figure, her slender waist was delicate and tender, her legs were crossed, faintly visible under the layers of clothes.

At this moment, tears were rolling down her eyes. How could she look like a witch? She looked more like a good girl who was bullied. Anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

Lu Zhan was indifferent and just smiled and said, "Although there are many people who visit brothels, few of them redeem prostitutes and keep them by their side. Moreover, Miss Ramadan is even worse than a prostitute. If you want to sleep with a prostitute in Huamanlou, you need some threshold. Miss Ramadan always comes to you on her own."

These words were spoken mercilessly, and Ramadhan turned pale and felt deeply insulted.

"What do you think, young lady?" Lu Zhan asked with a faint smile.

"Do I have any other choice?" Ramadan's eyes were filled with tears. She never expected that she would end up like this.

Even just one stick of incense away, she was still full of confidence. Even if her senior sister could not kill Lu Zhan, it would be good to make things difficult for Lu Zhan. After her senior sister failed, she would immediately commit suicide by taking poison. Even if Lu Zhan knew that it was the Hehuan Sect who did it, he would not be able to find her trace.

After all, Senior Sister is just a hidden chess piece of the Hehuan Sect in Jinling. She lives a normal life like a normal person. Even if the Demon Suppression Bureau investigates her, they will not find any clues.

She wanted Lu Zhan to know that not everyone could interfere in the affairs of the Hehuan Sect, even if he was an extremely powerful demon-suppressing master.

But she didn't expect... that just because of the smell of perfume on her body, she would instantly fall into despair. This was really ridiculous.

A wise man must have a loss if he is worried.

"What a woman who knows how to act." Lu Zhan smiled even more and pinched her slender neck: "It's a pity that you have such a strong desire for revenge. If you had left Jinling earlier, how could you have ended up like this?"

"Heh... our He Huan sect has always been vindictive, otherwise why would we work so hard to cultivate? Today, I was simply not as skilled as others."

Ramadan's body was stiff and he couldn't stop shaking because of fear.

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