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

Central Plains, Dengzhou.

Yu Qing'ai, dressed as a pretty girl, stepped into the eastern coastal city and followed the direction indicated by the system towards Shen Zheng's base camp.

Liu Hua, who was accompanying him, stood with a sword in his arms, his cold face looking like a sharp blade unsheathed.

During his journey eastward, he encountered too many lechers who intended to seduce his young master. If he didn't act a little fierce, he would not be able to scare away those men who were greedy for beauty.

To be honest, he has been with the young master for several months and can see things more clearly.

The young master of the past had limited talent, was mediocre and weak. No one caught his eye except the eldest daughter, and he was never curious about the outside world.

The current young master is highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless. He doesn't care about anything except revenge for the eldest lady. All the prosperity in the world is like a cloud.

The young master has changed, yet he seems to have not changed.

No matter in the past or now, the young master only has the deceased eldest lady in his eyes.

Yu Qing'ai didn't care about Liu Hua's thoughts. She just wanted to see Shen Zheng as soon as possible and kill him to avenge her sister who died unjustly.

He had heard many rumors along the way.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the Moon-Slashing Sect is a demonic sect and that all its members are evil heretics. The righteous people in the martial arts world see it as their responsibility to eliminate the demons and defend the way of righteousness.

The leader of the Demon Cult, Yu Tianlan, is the biggest demon. Even the young leader of the Demon Cult, who has always been unknown, has been widely publicized in recent months.

Yu Qing'ai has become a little devil.

Whenever he heard rumors about the young master of the Demon Cult, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

The original owner lived for twenty years and never killed anyone or did anything bad. However, he became a little devil in the eyes of the famous and upright sects, as if he would definitely bring disaster to the martial arts world in the future.

Little did he know that the original owner couldn't even hold a knife.

Yu Qing'ai knew who did this secretly without even having to guess.

——Shen Zheng.

That person knew that he did not die from the Sword Sect's sword moves, so he naturally would not let it go.

What the other party wants is for the evil sect and the righteous people to perish together, not the current peace and tranquility.

Then, he would naturally continue to create conflicts and let the war between good and evil continue.

Yu Qing'ai shrugged it off.

He would tell Shen Zheng that all conspiracies and tricks were in vain in the face of absolute strength.

***

Cold Wind Inn.

As soon as Yu Qing'ai sent Liu Hua to investigate the specific location of the local Mingyue Villa, a lustful man came up.

The man in a green gown and holding a knife stared straight at the pretty beauty who was drinking alone by the window. The afternoon sun shone on the beauty's face, making the beauty with delicate features look as beautiful as a demon.

He sat down opposite the beauty, propped up his face and asked loudly: "May I ask your name, young lady? Can I be your friend?"

Yu Qing'ai withdrew her gaze from the window, and looked at the man opposite with her black and white eyes. Her eyes, which were shining with a seductive charm.

He said lightly, "Go away."

The green-clad swordsman on the opposite side drew his sword instantly, with the sharp tip of the sword pointing at the beauty who was as steady as a rock.

"No one dares to refuse the one I like, and you have to obey me today even if you don't want to!"

Yu Qing'ai looked at him nonchalantly, with a slight flash of murderous intent in her eyes.

"The people outside are really overbearing..." They are really looking for death and making him angry.

Before Yu Qing'ai could solve the problem himself, a knight from the next table came to his aid. The handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes threw the wooden chopsticks in his hand and easily knocked away the sword held out by the green-clad swordsman.

With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground.

The young man with the silver spear beside him raised his eyebrows and said excitedly: "Du Heng, didn't you hear the girl tell you to get out?"

"What are you still standing there for? Get out of here!"

Du Heng looked back with an angry face, and after seeing the silver spear beside the other party, he picked up the knife on the ground and left in a hoarse voice.

He really didn't want to be targeted by Pei Ji again!

That martial arts madman is simply not a human when he fights. It's as easy to beat him as it is to beat a weakling.

Last time he was beaten for two days by the other party, and was finally let go after he was beaten beyond recognition.

It took him half a year just to recuperate from his injuries. Just thinking about it makes me shed tears of sympathy for myself and I wish I could stay away from Pei Ji.

Pei Ji looked casually at the woman that Du Heng was staring at. His free and unrestrained expression turned into a blank look after he saw Yu Qing'ai's face clearly.

She is more beautiful than flowers, with a stunning figure.

He searched for all the beauties he had seen in the past twenty years, but none of them could compare to the woman by the window.

No wonder Du Heng dared to do the same thing knowingly even though he was beaten so badly by him last time!

Such a beautiful woman with natural beauty is indeed rare.

Yu Qing'ai raised her eyes to look at the chivalrous hero who had come to her aid. Her fingers that were pinching the rim of the cup tightened slightly, and her charming eyes darkened a little.

——Chongming, I found you.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, his attitude cool and elegant.

Yu Qing'ai was about to take revenge and was not in the mood to talk about love with the other party.

His top priority was to kill Shen Zheng.

After the other person looked away, Pei Ji secretly raised his hand to cover his pounding heart, trying not to lose his composure.

—Master, today I finally understand what love lasts a lifetime at first sight means!

Just one look from her made his heart beat faster.

Yu Qing'ai looked at the busy streets again. Among the ordinary people were the armed knights, and the two lived in harmony.

Pei Ji was watching quietly from the side.

The pink-dressed woman had a calm expression. Even though she had just been teased by Lecher, she remained calm and dignified. She had the calmness and composure that one would not change her expression even if the sky was falling. She was really not like an ordinary girl in the boudoir.

Eyebrows like spring willows, eyes like autumn waves.

Her skin is as white as snow and her appearance is beautiful.

How come I haven't heard of such a beautiful girl with fairy-like appearance in the world before?

Could it be that she is an unmarried young lady from a wealthy family who has never been to the world before, or someone who grew up in the mountains like him?

Pei Ji, who couldn't figure it out, bit his lip and looked thoughtful, his masculine and handsome face looked very deep.

He was a child that his master picked up from a pile of dead bodies. He learned marksmanship from his master for more than ten years. He started to venture into the martial arts world at the age of sixteen. In less than three years, he had made a name for himself as an expert marksman.

Now at the age of 25, he has been dubbed the Spear Master, more recognizable than the so-called Sword Sect's first disciple, because his silver spear is too eye-catching!

Anyone in the martial arts world who saw his silver spear could recognize this martial arts madman.

He is the only gun-wielding man in the world who is keen on challenging martial arts masters and acts on impulse.

No other gun user is as good as him.

He is well-known in the martial arts world for his Red Flame Spear Technique, and has been unrivaled so far.

"Tsk." Pei Ji nonchalantly crossed his legs and touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue. He was very curious about the cold aura lingering around the beauty.

He practiced the purest and most yang Zi Yang internal energy, so it was hard not to be curious about the internal energy that matched his aura. It was not the curiosity of meeting a worthy opponent, but the kind of intimacy that made him want to hug her.

The more Pei Ji thought about it, the more itchy he felt.

He wished he could snatch her back to Qi Cangshan and take the beauty with him to fully experience the pleasure of sexual intercourse.

But he just licked his lips, appearing to be a gentleman, so as not to let anyone know his true thoughts and greedy desires deep in his heart.