My junior sister pretends to be good and deceives people every day

Last time, Nanhe prepared two sets of demon costumes for Yan Zhiqiao, and the dark blue one was still in her Qiankun bag.

Yan Zhiqiao went to the room to change his clothes and put on the Magic Shadow Pearl.

She didn't want to use her magic unless it was necessary.

When he came out again, someone knocked on the door of the courtyard.

Yan Zhiqiao walked over and opened the door. Standing outside was a beautiful woman dressed in black demon clothing.

Seeing Yan Zhiqiao, whose face was covered with a veil and whose demonic aura was low, she did not feel anything strange. She lowered her head and respectfully clasped her hands in front of her chest.

"Miss Yan, the Saint was called to the Demon Palace by the Demon Lord, and he sent me to pick you up before she left."

Yan Zhiqiao said nothing and looked at her coldly.

The powerful aura that emanated from him made the woman unconsciously lower her head a little more.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly depressing, Yan Zhiqiao looked away and spoke in a calm voice.

"Let's go."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and moved aside to make way for her.

Once you exit the quiet alley, the hustle and bustle of the outside world floods in.

The woman didn't say much, but quietly led the way, and soon brought Yan Zhiqiao to a mansion.

Yan Zhiqiao raised his eyes and looked at the three words "Yongningyuan" on the plaque, and released his spiritual sense silently.

The moment she stepped through the gate, the entire movement of Yongning Courtyard was under her control.

Including the woman who led the way, there were a total of twelve demons.

Three sons and nine daughters.

The women are all beautiful, while the men are all ugly in every way.

No, it’s not so much that he’s ugly, but rather that he looks scary, with a green face and fangs.

Yan Zhiqiao felt that it was a bit offensive and withdrew his consciousness.

The woman brought Yan Zhiqiao to a very elegantly decorated courtyard.

"Miss Yan, please stay here for the time being. The Saint will come to you as soon as she returns. If you need anything before then, you can tell me. My name is Qingran."

Yan Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

"Where's Nanhe?"

Qingran had been reminded by the saint, so she did not hide anything at this moment.

"He is still in the dungeon. If Miss Yan wants to see him, I can take you there. But before she left, the Saint gave him a secret medicine from the Rakshasa clan..."

Yan Zhiqiao was too lazy to listen to the rest of the words.

"lead the way."

Qingran paused slightly, turned around and took Yan Zhiqiao to the dungeon.

The dungeon was dark and damp, but lit with torches.

The last time Moque brought back news, Nanhe looked dying, as if he would not live long.

Now, nearly half a month had passed, and Yan Zhiqiao thought that he was still half-dead, but when he walked to the cage, he saw him meditating against the wall.

The wounds on his face have mostly healed, and he has changed into a new set of clothes.

Sensing a familiar breath, Nanhe suddenly opened his eyes.

When he met Yan Zhiqiao's half-smile across the cage, his deep eyes instantly burst into eagerness and joy.

"Owner."

Nan He thought Yan Zhiqiao would not come to save him. After all, he was so bold as to plot against her.

So he has been focusing on healing his wounds, planning to find a chance to escape from here first, and then find a suitable opportunity to meet Yan Zhiqiao.

I never thought that the master would come!

The joy that surged in his heart was even greater than Nanhe had imagined.

He was so excited that he stood up and rushed to the cage.

If Nanhe had a tail, it would probably be wagging wildly at this moment.

Seeing this tail-wagging and begging look, Yan Zhiqiao couldn't help but sneer.

She reached out and pinched Nanhe's chin.

Although there is a height difference between the two, her aura overwhelms Nanhe in all aspects.

"Nanhe, why are you like a dog?"

The extremely insulting words and tone did not make Nanhe angry.

Instead, it was Yan Zhiqiao's long-lost touch that made his heart flutter.

He stared intently at Yan Zhiqiao's deep deer eyes that were not covered by the veil, and the heat in his eyes seemed real.

"Am I not the master's dog?"

His question instead of answering was met with a cold face and a merciless slap in the face from Yan Zhiqiao.

"I told you not to look at me with such disgusting eyes."

Due to the restrictions of the cage, the force of the slap was not strong, and it didn't even make Nanhe's face red.

But it made Nanhe appear to be obedient on the surface.

He lowered his head respectfully while relishing the remaining touch and temperature on his chin.

"I know my mistake."

"Ah."

Yan Zhiqiao sneered, not knowing whether to believe it or not.

"You are such a loser that you have fallen to this point."

After all, she gave Nanhe the demonic energy. As long as he could refine it all, breaking through to the realm of refining emptiness would not be a problem.

Considering his cunning and scheming ways, Yan Zhiqiao couldn't understand how he could be caught by the Rakshasa Saint.

Nanhe did not argue that the Raksha Saint's cultivation was higher than his, so he was caught.

"Yes, I have to trouble the master to save me."

Yan Zhiqiao didn't comment and was too lazy to mock him anymore.

"Hand out."

Nanhe was a little confused, but still extended his right hand.

A trace of demonic energy soon emerged from the white fingertips, sank into his palm and spread up his arm.

After a moment, Yan Zhiqiao withdrew his hand.

No one knew what kind of poison the saint had given him, but the poison stuck to Nanhe's skull like dust, and was close to the most vulnerable Baihui acupoint.

Nanhe could feel the demonic energy moving through his body, as if it was investigating.

When he reached the skull, he finally realized what Yan Zhiqiao wanted to do.

To him, this move undoubtedly showed that Yan Zhiqiao cared about his safety.

Nan He unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth and raised his eyes slightly to peek at Yan Zhiqiao.

Unfortunately, Yan Zhiqiao saw it.

She frowned, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

"why are you laughing?"

Nanhe did not hide anything and spoke frankly.

"My master cares about me, I am very happy."

Yan Zhiqiao: “?”

She had no expression on her face and stared at Nanhe coldly.

"Have you been poisoned and made stupid?"

Still concerned?

Don't disgust her.

Nan He just smiled and said nothing, which made Yan Zhiqiao even more disgusted and impatient.

She still has the leisure to talk about these trivial things. It seems that she doesn't need to worry about it.

Yan Zhiqiao was too lazy to stay any longer, so he turned around and left.

Although Nanhe was a little reluctant, he still saw her off respectfully.

"Master, walk slowly."

Qingran on the side looked at Nanhe, then at Yan Zhiqiao's figure, his eyes full of disbelief.

Why is it so weird how these two people get along?

After leaving the dungeon, Yan Zhiqiao returned to the courtyard.

Qingran brought her some tea as requested and then left.

Yan Zhiqiao drank tea and walked to the window to think about his next plan.

After a long time, she closed the window and lay down on the bed.

Yan Zhiqiao had not originally planned to sleep, but soon after he closed his eyes, he fell into a familiar dream.

The imposing man and the elegant woman, both their faces were still blurry.

Unlike the last time when her belly was flat, this time the woman's belly was slightly bulging, and it was obvious that she was pregnant.

Yan Zhiqiao watched the scene from the perspective of a bystander with an expressionless face.

I wanted to get closer to see their faces clearly, but I couldn't move forward an inch.