Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Wen Ling only felt that her legs and feet were weak and her whole body was weak. She was trapped in the big net woven by Qinian and could not get free no matter how hard she struggled.

He seemed determined to torture her severely.

At first she couldn't help begging for mercy, so he looked at her with his intoxicated black eyes, leaned close to her ear and bit her ear gently, his voice hoarse and cruel.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

Later, he simply stopped her from speaking. Every time she opened her mouth, her voice would be blasted to pieces, each one more harsh than the last.

Gathering a little strength, he pushed the person away.

She would be dragged back repeatedly by her ankles, and then meet his extremely aggressive eyes.

Wen Ling wondered if she had stimulated him too much. This was obviously crazy.

"Pray for good harvest!"

Wen Ling gritted her teeth and tried to kick him, but he ignored her insignificant struggle, his eyes extremely calm.

"continue."

Keep going, damn it! Wen Ling really felt like she was going to die here.

Wen Ling no longer remembered how she returned to her room. When she woke up, she found that her entire body was controlled by Qi Nian.

Demonic power swirled within her body, and Wen Ling was thankful that this was not an ordinary world, otherwise she really didn't think she could get up from this bed.

Seeing that it was getting bright outside, Wen Ling had to get up, as Fu Yuan was afraid that he would be here soon.

After sprinkling some sleeping pills to make the Taoist priest beside him sleep more soundly, Wen Ling put on his clothes and went out.

As I walked out of the City Lord's Mansion, I saw Fu Yuan standing there with his chest folded and leaning against a pillar.

"Let's go, A Ling."

The tone was light and seemed weak, but Wen Ling knew that this was an order that could not be disobeyed. This was only for her. If it were someone else, Fu Yuan would have thrown him into the Ten Thousand Snake Cave to feed his own kind.

"Let's go."

Wen Ling's eyelashes trembled. She ignored Fu Yuan's outstretched hand and left in a step faster than him, noticing any footsteps following.

Wen Ling turned her head and saw Fu Yuan didn't move at all, his hand still stretched out towards her.

He looked at her with a smile and tenderness in his eyes.

Wen Ling gritted her teeth. Fu Yuan was truly a moody madman. Reluctantly, she placed her hand on his. The smile in Fu Yuan's eyes became more genuine. He held the hand tightly and followed her away.

"Wen Ling."

A trembling voice that sounded aggrieved sounded behind him.

Wen Ling turned around in disbelief and saw Qi Nian standing on the steps in white. His eyes were red, his hair was messy, and his lips were tightly pursed. His eyes were fixed on her and Fu Yuan's clasped hands.

Hearing the soft call, Fu Yuan raised his eyebrows and turned his head. When he sensed the rich peach blossom fragrance on Qinian's body, his lips were instantly pursed. His already sharp phoenix eyes were fixed on Qinian, and that sinister gaze seemed to want to tear his entire life apart.

Okay, very good.

Fu Yuan's expression grew colder, and the big hand holding Wen Ling couldn't help but tighten. It wasn't until Wen Ling struggled in pain that he suddenly loosened his grip.

Then he laughed softly, put his arm around Wen Ling's shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

The strong demonic power exerted on Wen Ling left her without even the strength to struggle.

The suppression of the powerful demonic power made Wen Ling feel extremely depressed.

"A Ling, is this the Taoist cultivator from Jiangming Mountain? He doesn't look that great."

This sentence made Wen Ling's heart sink.

Wen Ling looked at Fu Yuan in astonishment. She learned from the system that Qinian was a natural Taoist. The fact that Fu Yuan knew this showed that she had already gained considerable influence over Jiangming Mountain.

"Thank you, A-Ling, for your hard work. You were afraid that the prophecy of the natural Taoist cultivator from Jiangming Mountain would threaten me, so you approached him personally and even committed yourself to completely destroy his Taoist heart."

This sentence made Wen Ling's heart skip a beat and she looked at Qinian reflexively. Qinian clenched his fists tightly and stared at her.

It seemed as if he was waiting for her to explain.

Unfortunately, Wen Ling was controlled by Fu Yuan and couldn't say a word.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Ah Ling, you hit me really hard. Look at how broken this little Taoist priest is."

Fu Yuan raised a smile between his eyebrows, then looked at Qinian who was holding back, and spoke with interest.

"You don't seem to know A Ling's true identity. A Ling is the master of Jiuyou Valley and the future mistress of my Tianfenyuan."

One sentence shattered the already broken Qinian.

They in Jiangming Mountain were also paying close attention to the movements of the demon clan. They had heard that the master of the Nine Nether Valley of the demon clan was the fiancée of the demon king Fuyuan.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart which had become numb with pain.

Looking at Wen Ling, who hadn't said a word from beginning to end, Qinian lowered his eyes.

He suddenly wanted to ask her what happened last night?

What kind of?

Is this all a calculation? Yes, she also said that she could find anyone, it doesn't have to be him, so why bother asking again and humiliating herself?

Qinian's shoulders drooped and he was speechless. Wen Ling looked at him and her eyes turned red.

She looked away, her mind telling her not to resist.

Now, neither she nor Qi Nian is a match for Fu Yuan. If she resists, Qi Nian will be the only one who gets hurt in the end.

The smile on Fu Yuan's face did not reach his eyes, and no one knew how upset he felt.

He didn't understand why Wen Ling was attracted to this stinky Taoist priest? Was he better than him?

That's a joke.

Like his natural body? Then he would defeat him and let her know that the so-called natural body was nothing but a weak weapon.

But not now, it would be more interesting to defeat him when he is at his strongest, and give him time to grow.

The black fog was everywhere. When Qinian looked up again, he could no longer see the two people.

The Taichu in his hand fell heavily to the ground, his unfocused eyes flashing with despair and powerlessness. He could no longer hold back, and drops of crystal tears fell from his eyes, his heart aching as if it was about to be torn apart.

This was the scene that Yu Heng and Fu Xiao saw when they came over. The little Taoist priest in white was standing motionless on the steps like a wooden sculpture.

It was as if all his pride had been shattered, he was filled with dejection, without a trace of life in his body.

"Junior brother, what's going on? I just sensed a strong demonic aura."

The remaining familiar demonic power made Fu Xiao's heart skip a beat. It was Fu Yuan coming.

But the demonic power was already barely perceptible. Fu Xiao's stiff limbs softened, and then he realized something, his heart trembled again, and he looked at Qinian.

It’s awesome that Wen Ling slept with that person just like that.

And it was obvious that Fu Yuan was there just now. He didn't even go crazy and do anything to the little Taoist priest in front of him.

Yu Heng also noticed the peach blossom fragrance on Qinian. It was somewhat familiar, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that the peach blossom fragrance was shrouded in a strong demonic aura.

Yu Heng thought that he was infected by Qinian and the demon.

When I got closer, I realized something was wrong. It was coming from Qinian.

Yu Heng's hand began to tremble as he tried to pull Qinian. He didn't believe it and held Qinian's wrist with trembling fingers.

Yu Heng looked at Qinian fiercely for a moment, his eyes turned red and full of regret.

"What demon did this? Did she force you to do this? Tell my brother, and he'll kill her."

Yu Heng's voice was shaking. It was his fault that he had not taken good care of his junior brother, allowing him to be insulted by a demon.

This is the hope of their human race, but because of their own negligence, their faith in the Tao is now completely destroyed.

How can he be worthy of his master and explain to his master?