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

The demon world, the territory of the bone demon clan.

After Nanhe handed the Fang family over to the Lord, he left the hall and returned to his residence under the stars and the moon.

As soon as he entered the door, before the maid came forward to help him change clothes, a ball of demonic energy suddenly rushed in.

The evil energy condensed into substance, and Wang Ye fell heavily to the ground, his skeleton making crackling sounds.

The maid was so frightened that she dared not move.

Nanhe was startled for a moment, then calmed down and tapped his palm with the folding fan.

Just when he was about to tell Wang Ye to go back to his palace and not disturb his beauty sleep, he realized that something was wrong with Wang Ye.

"Go down."

He changed his elegant gentleman image from the previous moment and revealed a gloomy and cold side. After giving the cold order, he walked up to Wang Ye and squatted down.

The maid left immediately.

The demons are cruel by nature, and there is constant deception and fighting among themselves. It is common for them to kill each other.

Therefore, no matter what the circumstances, they must remain vigilant against the outside world.

Wangye is no exception.

Although he was seriously injured, he still struggled to grab Nanhe's hand who wanted to check his physical condition.

Nanhe's cold gaze fell on Wangye's hand. He paused, but finally retracted his gaze.

"what happened?"

Although the disciple of Lingxiao Sect is crazy, with Wangye's ability, he should not end up in such an embarrassing state.

Wang Ye had a severe headache at the moment and didn't even have the strength to speak.

But he still struggled to stand up and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"My demonic energy is out of control."

The abnormality in the neck has disappeared, but the pain and the shock it brought to Wangye still exist.

Only when the demons are seriously injured will the demonic energy in their bodies become uncontrollable.

Hearing this, Nanhe not only did not show any worry, but instead he suddenly raised the corners of his lips and spoke with a smile.

"You are dying? Then I, the guardian, will take your demonic energy."

Having said that, Nanhe did not take any action.

Demons are greedy by nature. They will do anything to cultivate themselves, and devouring their own kind is a very normal thing for them.

But as demons, they will not accept their fate even if they are on the verge of death.

Unless they are truly unable to resist, they will never watch themselves being devoured.

Wang Ye was indeed seriously injured, but he did not look like he had no ability to resist.

As soon as Wangye heard Nanhe's words, he knew he had misunderstood.

He didn't have the mind to care about what this person was thinking. He raised his hand to touch his cervical vertebrae which was still aching.

"My demonic energy seems to be controlled by someone else..."

With some difficulty he told Nanhe what had happened.

After listening to this, Nanhe had a subtle expression.

The demons cultivate demonic energy.

Once absorbed into the body, it will become a part of the devil and can only be mobilized by the original body under normal circumstances.

Even if the demonic energy can be absorbed by other demons, this situation will never happen.

But Wangye doesn't look like he's lying...

Nanhe looked at Wangye with complicated eyes.

"Did something go wrong with your training? You should know that even the Demon Lord can't do this."

The Demon Lord he mentioned once led the entire demon clan a thousand years ago, and was so powerful that he almost became a demon god.

Even the Demon Lord in his heyday could not do this, let alone other demons.

Wang Ye was silent.

In fact, he couldn't be sure in his heart, even though he had just experienced it himself.

but…

"I'm pretty sure that the evil energy was out of control and it came back to hurt me."

He raised his head and exposed his cervical vertebrae, which indeed had a mark of being strangled.

After reading it, Nanhe narrowed his deep eyes slightly.

"I'll check it out later. You can recover first."

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One month later.

Lingxiao Sect, Jianfeng Side Hall.

As soon as Yan Zhiqiao regained consciousness, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

"Host, you have successfully infiltrated the Lingxiao Sect. Please start your mission and search for the five artifacts."

Yan Zhiqiao didn't respond immediately, but supported his thin body and sat up from the bed.

Feeling that the severe pain in all parts of her body had disappeared, she spread out her palms expressionlessly and curled up her overly thin and pale fingers.

"understood."

After receiving the response, the system was immediately taken offline.

Yan Zhiqiao did not try to persuade him to stay.

When the car accident happened, she thought she was dead.

I didn't expect that when I woke up again, there was an extra system in my mind.

The system told her that she had traveled to the group portrait cultivation novel "Zui Qing Huan" and became a passerby.

As long as you complete the mission to conquer the five protagonists and find the five artifacts, you can return to the original world and realize a wish.

When Yan Zhiqiao heard the word "strategy", the first thought that came to his mind was that it was troublesome.

One against five, it's so tiring and laborious, I really want to kill him directly.

However, the reality is that not only can she not kill the five so-called protagonists, she also has to rely on them to find the five artifacts.

What’s even more speechless is that the system is extremely unreliable.

Apart from issuing the mission and informing her of the identities of the five protagonists, no other information was revealed.

Yan Zhiqiao had never read the book "Drunk in Pure Joy", and the system didn't tell her the plot, so she could only figure it out on her own.

But there is one advantage, the system is often offline, so she doesn't need to be monitored by it all the time.

There is a difference between doing tasks by oneself and being monitored and urged to do them. Yan Zhiqiao hates the latter more.

Suppressing his thoughts, Yan Zhiqiao looked around.

The side hall was simply furnished, with nothing else except the necessary beds, tables, chairs and cabinets.

Yan Zhiqiao didn't know how long he had been lying there, but he wanted to get up and move around, so he put on his white embroidered shoes and got out of bed.

She had her long, smooth black hair loose and walked slowly towards the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a cold voice came from the right.

"Miss Qiao Qiao, are you awake?"

Yan Zhiqiao raised his eyes following the voice and happened to meet Gu Qingyan's deep eyes.

Everything that happened before I fell into a coma quickly came to my mind.

Gu Qingyan, the first disciple of the Lingxiao Sect's leader, is a genius in swordsmanship with a natural water spiritual root and a sword bone. He is one of her targets.

In Yan Zhiqiao's mind, strategy is linked to pleasing others.

Although she forgot a lot of things due to the car accident, she even didn't remember what her personality was like before.

But she instinctively resisted trying to please anyone.

She can do the strategy mission, but she will not deliberately humble herself to please them.

At this moment, facing Gu Qingyan who brought her back to Lingxiao Sect, Yan Zhiqiao curled her lips slightly and calmly showed a well-behaved look with a faint smile.

"Ah."

The woman in front of him was wearing plain clothes, her skin was fair and smooth, she was not wearing any decorations, only had a head of thick black hair.

Even with such a plain and makeup-free appearance, she is still beautiful and holy, extremely beautiful.

Perhaps because his body had recovered and his mental state was excellent, that heart-wrenching feeling of brokenness disappeared, leaving behind only the coolness and purity like a white camellia.

But when she smiled, her eyes and eyebrows were curved like the sunshine in spring, warm and bright, and very contagious.

The deep red teardrop mole under the left eye is like a cinnabar, adding a touch of unique charm to her.