Quick Wear: The Cold Beauty's Sickly Husband is Super Clingy

The frail young man who was supporting himself on the bed with one hand had a solemn expression on his face. A hint of cruelty could be seen on his sickly face, which made Yu Tianlan silent.

Yu Qing'ai clutched the quilt beside the bed, her beautiful face showing a gloomy look.

"Father, maybe you should investigate the beneficiaries behind the conflict between the Demon Cult and the righteous people."

He said in a resounding voice: "You just negotiated a truce with the noble and upright sects, and the next moment someone came to kill me. It is self-evident that you are trying to provoke a war."

"Don't forget that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it."

Yu Tianlan pondered for a moment, "I understand, I will investigate this matter carefully."

He wanted to see whether Jian Zong knew that Shen Zheng, who died at his hands, was still alive, and whether he knew that Shen Zheng sneaked into his sect late at night and hurt his only son.

If the Sword Sect knowingly committed the crime, then this war would have broken out sooner or later.

If Jian Zong doesn't know either, then he should really think about who is the mastermind behind both the good and evil sides, and who is secretly pushing the situation.

Who is the beneficiary of the casualties of both the good and evil forces?

What kind of evil spirits are hiding in this seemingly divided world of good and evil? !

He raised his eyes to look at his son, "I will ask Liu Hua to come back with you tomorrow. If you have any questions, you can ask him."

He didn't have time to teach his son martial arts, so naturally he had to find a master for his son.

Yu Qing'ai nodded silently.

Yu Tianlan sighed and said, "Qing'ai, don't be discouraged if you fail. Your father will find a miracle doctor for you, who will ensure that you will live safely for the rest of your life."

His wife died twenty years ago, his daughter died two years ago, and he didn't want to watch his only surviving son die.

Even though he is used to being cold-hearted and lonely, he is still unwilling to see someone die before him.

Yu Tianlan is now over 40 years old. His wife and daughter, whom he cared about, died one after another, and now he almost lost his son.

How could he not feel a little worried?

Yu Qingai said in a resounding voice: "Father, I will definitely succeed."

"I will never forget my sister's revenge!"

Yu Tianlan nodded curtly, told the old doctor to take good care of his son, and left.

This demon cult leader who had dominated the foreign land for many years rarely showed some sympathy for his son. I don't know if he had a change of heart.

It took a while for the elderly doctor to get up from the ground tremblingly after he left.

It’s really scary!!!

He looked at the young man on the hospital bed with regret, then walked outside.

Prescribe medicine, boil and decoct medicine...

Yu Qing'ai lay back down again. The beautiful young man with a face as delicate as a flower was cold all over. Even though his face was pale, it was still difficult to conceal his charm.

What he was thinking about now was how to avenge his sister, and he put other things aside for the time being.

Letting the girl who grew up in the Demon Sect rest in peace is the most important thing he should do now, and it is also the original owner's heartfelt wish after her death.

***

Three months later.

Yu Qing'ai succeeded in coming out of seclusion, and her temperament changed greatly.

Even the servants who had served him for many years couldn't help but sigh when they saw him at this moment, "The young master's appearance has not changed, but his aura is no less than that of the leader."

Yu Tianlan was even more deeply moved.

He really didn't expect that his good-for-nothing son mastered the Xuanyin Heart Sutra in just half a day, and then made steady progress in the next three months.

This child who had been mediocre for twenty years had achieved what he had practiced for decades in just three months. His Xuan Yin Kung Fu was so strong that even he was unable to match it.

The unorthodox martial arts that would surely lead others astray when practiced turned out to be extremely smooth in front of Yu Qing'ai, and he never encountered any bottlenecks from beginning to end.

From entry to mastery, everything goes smoothly.

In fact, Yu Qing'ai could have been faster, but he was injured and could not rush. That was why it took him three months to achieve success.

At this time, Yu Qing'ai was studying the art of disguise. He wanted to leave the cult in the identity of a sister and take revenge on Shen Zheng who was hiding in the Central Plains.

Yu Tianlan hadn't seen his son for just one day. When he saw him again, he was shocked and almost thought that his daughter had come back to life.

He stared at Yu Qingai in disbelief, "What are you trying to do?"

This kid didn't practice martial arts well to prepare for any eventuality, but instead disguised himself to look like Yu Qingwu. He really couldn't figure out what the other party was up to!

Yu Qing'ai stroked the pink dress on her body, and her flawless white fingers were slightly bent.

"My sister left like this two years ago. Now I have to use this appearance to collect debts from the culprit who killed my sister~"

He had a faint smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.

“……”Yu Tianlan was silent.

He felt that his son had changed, becoming crazy and abnormal.

It seems that this unknown and mediocre man has changed since Yu Qingwu's death.

"Father, I'm leaving here."

Yu Qing'ai raised the corners of her lips, her lipstick-coated red lips were as bright as a flower fairy, and her already delicate face became even more cool and beautiful with the embellishment of makeup.

"Liu Hua can lead the way for me, and father can stay in the Demon Cult to take charge of the situation."

Yu Tianlan said with difficulty: "Are you sure you don't need to bring more people?"

Yu Qing'ai sighed when he heard this.

"Father, no matter how many people you have, it will be useless. You might as well keep some people to investigate the truth about Shen Zheng hiding the news of his death from the Sword Sect."

He curled his bright red lips and smiled coldly.

"Father, don't fight and work hard, only to have others pick the ready-made fruits."

Yu Tianlan's face turned cold in an instant, "I will find out the conspiracy behind Shen Zheng sooner or later. Don't follow your sister's old path when you go to Central Plains!"

"Most people in the Central Plains are ungrateful and unlucky."

Although the men from the Western Regions behaved arrogantly, they would never abandon their wives and children, let alone use their lovers to achieve their goals.

But people in the Central Plains can do anything.

Things like killing wives to steal treasures, destroying corpses and covering up evidence are not uncommon.

Yu Qing'ai narrowed her eyes slightly, "Don't worry, father. I won't follow my sister's old path."

"I went to the Central Plains only to find Shen Zheng and avenge my sister who was wronged for her sincerity. What does anyone else have to do with me?"

Yu Tianlan nodded slightly, "That's great."

He had found out two months ago that the Sword Sect had no idea that Shen Zheng had faked his death, and the famous and upright sect firmly believed that Shen Zheng had died at his hands.

What an idiot!

They all have white heads!

Those martial arts masters were actually played around by a young guy like Shen Zheng.

Tut! Don't let him catch Shen Zheng's tail, otherwise he will cut him into pieces!

Thinking of this, Yu Tianlan glanced at his son and silently decided to hand Shen Zheng over to his son for disposal. He still didn't compete with his son for him.

The leader of the Demon Cult, who lost to Yu Qing'ai by one move, made a cautious decision.

He had no doubt about how miserable the fate of anyone who dared to snatch the right to Shen Zheng's life from his son would be. He might be tortured to death by his son!

This world eventually drove Yu Qing'ai crazy.