Quick Wear: The Pure Beauty Becomes the Boss's Favorite

Song Jingqiu and Wei Zongxu reduced their presence to avoid being scolded by their beautiful uncle.

If you have scolded our father and mother, you cannot scold us.

Mu Zhao hid on the beam of the Cining Palace, leaving the saint to face the poisonous-tongued leader alone, and giving this heavy love to the leader's biological sister.

Qi Wu Luo hung his head with tears in his eyes, and listened to his brother's sarcasm with drooping eyelids.

"The old man didn't raise you in poverty, but he made you so careless that you followed a stinky man just by saying a few sweet words to him."

Qi Wuya became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He wished he could dig the late emperor out of the imperial mausoleum and grind his bones to ashes, and then throw his annoying sister into the water to wake her up.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Qi Wu Luo gradually became fierce.

Mu Zhao noticed Qi Wuya's change of mood and quickly jumped off the beam, hugged the beauty's waist, and kissed Qi Wuya on the lips.

"Master, do you want another kiss?"

Qi Wu Luo suddenly raised his head and stared at the audacious Mu Zhao with wide eyes.

Isn’t this guy the Left Emissary of the Demon Cult?

Where did he get the courage to hug and kiss my brother?

Song Jingqiu and Wei Zongxu, who had eaten the big melon, were like two wild civets jumping around in the melon field. They looked from Qi Wuya to Mu Zhao with their eyes.

Oh my goodness! What the hell is this?

Wow! Is it possible that my uncle and that martial arts expert have that kind of relationship?

Qi Wuya pinched Mu Zhao's ear and tore him off his body.

"Get out of my way!"

Mu Zhao Maomao walked stealthily to the corner, pretending to be a dark little mushroom.

He knew that the leader would not stop until he had finished scolding.

At this time, he was very much looking forward to Qi Jing showing up so that he could be beaten up by the beauty leader to vent his anger.

Anger is harmful to your health. What should we do if the leader gets angry?

At this time, Qi Jing, who was staying in Fu'an Inn, began to sneeze constantly, causing him to hold his clothes involuntarily, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more numerous.

Qi Jing looked at the sky outside the window cautiously.

"It's June, why do I feel like I've caught a winter cold?"

Not knowing why, he didn't realize that his nasty son-in-law wanted to beat his old bones, so he just closed the two open windows tightly.

Qi Wuya, who had dumped her clingy boyfriend, stared at Qi Wuluo with a look of disappointment, "You have a bad vision and a soft heart. How can someone like you be my sister!"

"I have thought about you every year, but when I heard that you were bullied by the dog emperor, I ran to Kyoto without obeying. I am so stupid!"

"I don't know what kind of fool you are. You don't care about other people's lives when you are in a relationship. You only care about your own pleasure and don't care about the consequences at all."

"You are completely different from the tough and confident sister I remember."

He said these words on behalf of the original owner.

原主当初极为崇拜自己的姐姐，但姐姐却为了爱情抛弃了家人，因此原主武功大成后最先杀了卫帝，接着狠狠地揍了恋爱脑姐姐一顿。

Qi Wu Luo was no longer the object of worship of the original owner. The original owner began to pursue the ultimate power, and after venting his anger, he returned to the headquarters of the Demon Cult to meditate.

After hearing his brother's last words, Qi Wu Luo fell to the ground as if he had lost all support, his thin body trembling slightly.

“I really haven’t become myself anymore.”

"Even I hate myself for being like this, let alone my brother?"

She has been extremely talented in martial arts since she was young, and was carefully trained by her father as an heir. From childhood to adulthood, she has been the most outstanding and favored daughter of the Demon Cult.

Before she was eighteen, she was bright, flamboyant, passionate, and without a trace of gloom.

Even though her biological mother died early, she never lived in poverty, because she had a father who doted on her and a well-behaved and lovely brother who adored her.

The three of them lived a happy life.

It was not until she met the late emperor while wandering the world, the man who turned her into a resentful woman in the palace, that she began to gradually lose her former spirit.

She became weak, incompetent, and cowardly.

The proud Saint of the Demon Cult is so anxious about gains and losses for men that she is like a bird with its claws worn off.

The wild red roses that grew on the mountain cliffs eventually withered in the square palace.

Not only that, she also made her family worry.

Her father must have worried a lot about her, and her brother's temperament changed drastically because of her.

Just like the gentle younger brother of a wealthy young man, he became a peerless master who aimed to dominate the martial arts world, became a feared leader of a cult, and became a demon with a violent and brutal temperament, and he was no longer the same as he was in memory.

They, the siblings, are no longer like themselves.

Qi Wu Luo fell to the ground and burst into tears. She was not as sad as she was now, even when her brother choked and scolded her. Her heart felt like there was a hole in it.

"Wuya, it's my sister who is sorry for you."

"If I hadn't been obsessed with love, neither father nor you would have become like this."

The younger brother who used to affectionately call his father "Daddy" now calls his father "Old Man". He is no longer the "Daddy" he was before the age of ten.

Something must have happened between my father and my brother.

The cause was her departure. If it weren't for her, perhaps her brother would have grown up to be an elegant gentleman and wouldn't have to force himself to become a powerful warrior.

Qi Wuya stared at her in silence for a long time.

He pressed his hand against his throbbing chest, feeling the lingering pain and unwillingness.

Those were the emotions that the original owner left in this body, representing the harm he had ever suffered, with the strongest emotional fluctuations towards his sister.

The Cining Palace suddenly became extremely quiet.

The gorgeous man in red lowered his eyes and looked at his sister who was kneeling on the ground and sobbing softly.

"Sister, do you know what kind of life I lived when you were in love with your lover? My world became dark!"

He slowly told the story of his past, his voice low and magnetic.

"I have never had any talent for martial arts since I was young. Even the worst disciple in the Demon Cult is better than me. Fortunately, I have a sister with outstanding talent."

"My sister is the most amazing genius."

"With my sister here, I can focus on my studies without having to learn obscure martial arts."

"When my father despised me and others slandered me, my sister would stand firmly in front of me. She is the most important relative in my life."

"But my sister gave up everything she had for the man outside. She would rather change her appearance to be with that man."

Having said that, he suddenly sneered.

"My sister married her lover as she wished, but I was dragged into the blood exchange pool in the back mountain by my father."

“I stayed in there for a day and a night.”

"The blood in my body was replaced by it, and the pain that penetrated deep into my bones accompanied me. The feeling was no worse than the torture of being cut into pieces."

He squatted in front of Qi Wu Luo and recounted his experience twenty years ago word by word, "I couldn't stand the pain at the time and tried to crawl out, but the old man kicked me back into the blood transfusion pool."

"The old man said if the person is not dead, go back."

"I gritted my teeth and endured the time, numbly feeling the pain coming from my limbs and bones."

These experiences belong to both him and the original owner.

He personally experienced the pain that the original owner had gone through, and could better understand the other person's state of mind.

"Luckily I made it out alive."

"But I would rather die in the blood exchange pool than learn those martial arts secrets."

He continued to talk about his life after he turned ten. "The old man burned my collection of books, drove away the teacher, filled my bookshelf with martial arts books, and watched me practice those martial arts every day."

"The old man kept pushing me for the future of the Demon Cult, and made me take risks time and time again, just to make me grow into a qualified young master of the Demon Cult as soon as possible."

"Step by step, I went from being a weak boy who didn't even know how to use a sword to becoming the best martial artist of the time, trampling all the martial arts masters under my feet."

"Sister, I am number one in the world."

"That year, I was fifteen years old, and I carved out a bloody path for myself with the knife in my hand."