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

When I wake up, everything in the dream seems like a passing cloud.

Yan Zhiqiao opened his eyes and was about to sit up on the bed when he keenly noticed someone at the door.

A hint of coldness flashed across her deep deer eyes, and she stood up and walked to the door as lightly as a cat.

The next moment, he opened the door when he was least prepared.

In the dark night, an ugly man stood in the corridor.

Hearing the voice, he looked up suddenly and met Yan Zhiqiao's dangerous gaze.

A strong sense of oppression came towards him, causing his heart to tremble and he took two steps back unconsciously.

Among the twelve Rakshasas in the palace, the one with the highest realm currently is Qingran, who is in the early stage of transformation.

The rest are in the Nascent Soul stage.

The man in front of him was in the late Nascent Soul stage.

To Yan Zhiqiao, all the Rakshasas combined pose no threat at all.

But in an unfamiliar and dangerous environment, she must remain vigilant.

Seeing that the man did not run away out of guilt after seeing that he had done so, Yan Zhiqiao spoke calmly.

"who are you?"

The feeling of oppression on his body eased a little, and the man shuddered. He quickly crossed his hands in front of his chest and lowered his head slightly.

"Miss Yan, my name is Xing Yang. It is very presumptuous of you to come here so late at night."

"Why do you come here if you know it's presumptuous of you?"

"I…"

As if she didn't expect Yan Zhiqiao to be so straightforward, Xingyang's face clearly showed a trace of embarrassment and helplessness.

But he still calmed himself and explained his purpose.

"Miss Yan, the Saint said that you have a way to help rescue the people in the Demon Palace. I have a friend named Yinyue, who is also among them. I hope you can take care of her more when the time comes."

Before coming, Xing Yang had some doubts about Yan Zhiqiao's abilities.

The place where people are rescued is in the Demon Palace which is heavily guarded. Is the saint really sure to place all her hopes on a strange woman?

However, now that he had met Yan Zhiqiao, even though she had not yet displayed any of her abilities, just her extraordinary bearing and powerful and dangerous aura had already changed Xing Yang's mind.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhiqiao did not agree, but just stared at Xing Yang for a few seconds.

After making sure that he posed no threat to her, she asked back in a cold voice.

"If someone else comes to ask me for help, do I have to agree to it?"

She had already taken a great risk by agreeing to save people.

Take more care...

She's not a babysitter.

Xing Yang choked and clenched his fists in shame and embarrassment.

"I…"

He just hopes that the person he loves can come back safely.

Yan Zhiqiao was not interested in listening to his nonsense anymore.

"I advise you to leave here as soon as possible and don't bother me."

After saying that, she closed the door, turned around and walked back to the bed and sat down.

Before this, the impression left on Yan Zhiqiao by the demons was that they were ferocious, brutal, and cold-blooded.

But the Rakshasa clan completely overturned her cognition.

It seems that he has really been forced into a desperate situation.

But it has nothing to do with her.

Yan Zhiqiao thought coldly, touched the veil covering her face, and lay back on the bed.

----

The Rakshasa Saint came back on the afternoon of the second day.

Without even stopping for a moment, he hurriedly ran to find Yan Zhiqiao.

"Miss Yan."

Yan Zhiqiao is reading a book.

Out of boredom, she took out the mental method her master had given her and looked through it again.

Hearing the voice of the Rakshasa Saint, she raised her eyes slightly and looked quietly at her who was bowing respectfully.

"Ah."

"I'm sorry, Xuan Yu captured a spy sent by Zhuo Shen yesterday and asked me to go over and explore his memory."

Yan Zhiqiao said "hmm" calmly again, as if he didn't take it to heart.

She put the book away and waited for the Saint to sit down without further delay.

"Is there a topographical map of the Demon Palace?"

In order to avoid being discovered by the people of Lingxiao Sect that she is missing, she must rescue people as soon as possible and then rush back.

"Have."

The saint quickly took out a blueprint from her storage bag and placed it on the table.

"I drew this from memory."

The Demon Palace where Xuan Yu lives is very vast, and it would be extremely difficult to record every place in detail.

So the saint only painted some buildings that she had visited and were important.

Yan Zhiqiao watched and listened to her.

After a moment, her calm gaze fell on the so-called "harem" position.

Xuan Yu was lustful and kept many women in the Demon Palace, including humans, demons, and monsters.

But he also gets tired of the old and loves the new, and all the women he gets tired of will be thrown into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.

As a result, the number of people in the "harem" was only maintained at around 20 people all year round, and each of them was guarded by a magic guard.

The strength of these demon guards is mostly at the Nascent Soul stage.

It seems that not only the world of cultivation is losing talent, the world of demons is not much better either.

Yan Zhiqiao thought about it and rubbed it gently with his fingertips.

“People can be saved, but the problems that arise after they are rescued have nothing to do with me.”

What this means is that Yan Zhiqiao will not be responsible for their safety in the future.

The Rakshasa Saint knew how dangerous this trip was, and it was already difficult for Yan Zhiqiao to agree to her request, so how could she dare to ask for more?

"Don't worry, Miss Yan. I have already made arrangements for what will happen next."

Yan Zhiqiao raised his eyes and looked at the saint.

"then you…"

Before she finished her words, the Saint understood her thoughts.

"As long as my people are rescued, I will be your subordinate. I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life."

Yan Zhiqiao didn't dare to believe the demon clan's promise.

Especially since she had just been plotted against by Nanhe.

However, she did not pay much attention to the saint's solemn words.

The saint had better keep her word, otherwise she won't let them off easily.

If she can save people, she can also kill them all.

Although the demons are nocturnal creatures, the Demon Palace is more strictly guarded during the day, so Yan Zhiqiao and the Saint did not prepare to set off until nightfall.

Before leaving, the saint gathered all the clansmen in the mansion.

"Have everything been packed?"

Everyone nodded.

"Then you go first and hide in the Hui tribe's land."

When Qingran heard this, she shook her head in disapproval.

"Saint, let's wait for you to come back before we go together."

The saint refused with a cold face.

"No, too many people will easily expose our whereabouts."

"But…"

Qingran was worried and grabbed the saint's hand with a concerned look on her face.

She no longer called her by her honorific title, but called her by her name.

"Gui Ning, why don't I go with you guys?"

Among all the Rakshasas present, only Gui Ning has the highest realm, which is the middle stage of Refined Void.

Even she was not sure she could get away with it, so how could she let Qingran take the risk?

"No, Qingran, you have to protect everyone's safety."

Such a picture of deep love and friendship is really incompatible with the painting style of the demons.

Yan Zhiqiao watched silently from the side. After Gui Ning finally persuaded everyone to leave, she mentioned Nanhe in a low voice.

"Where's Nanhe?"

If Yan Zhiqiao hadn't mentioned it, Gui Ning almost forgot about him and hurried to the dungeon to release him.

Nanhe was injured and poisoned by Gui Ning. His internal injuries have not healed yet and he is unable to go to the Demon Palace with them.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhiqiao looked at him with a little more disgust.

When Nan He learned that Yan Zhiqiao agreed to go to the Demon Palace with Gui Ning in order to save him, his heart was immediately filled with emotions.

Moved?

No, this kind of Yan Zhiqiao once again aroused his desire for control and possession.

If only the master could be all his own.