The vicious female supporting role in the book cultivation world is crazy and involuntarily

After Nan Yuan left, the remaining demons were no longer a threat. They should have known this, so they withdrew from the Qinghui territory one after another.

Reports came in from all over the place that the demons were shrinking rapidly and must have suffered serious damage. The various sects took advantage of the situation and pursued them, winning the biggest victory since the war began.

The mastermind, Lu Zhaozhao, was currently sitting in the ancestral hall, waiting quietly.

She looked at the wooden sign on the table. The candlelight was bright, illuminating the words on it.

They are every leader of the sect since its establishment by Emperor Huizong of Qing, and those who have made great contributions to the sect.

There are nine layers of densely packed items, with the tablet of Tiangang Immortal in the center and his portrait of ascension hanging on the side.

Lu Zhaozhao looked at the painting quietly.

She had first seen this man in a dream, and had seen his heroic figure before his ascension. Later, she saw an identical portrait in the stone chamber where Elder Cang Jiong and Yun Xian were in seclusion.

As a typical example of successful ascension in the world of cultivation, Tiangang Immortal has always been the most noble belief in the hearts of Qinghui disciples. Since entering the sect, everything they have heard and heard is based on his role model.

For thousands of years, countless people have come one after another in the loess and dried bones, but no one can compare to him.

Lu Zhaozhao was also particularly curious about such an ancestor.

The candlelight flickered as if blown by the wind, then immediately recovered.

Lu Zhaozhao sat quietly and waited for a long time before footsteps were heard behind him.

She didn't look back, and the person behind her didn't make any other movements. They just walked to Lu Zhaozhao's side and looked at the painting with her.

"When old friends meet, this is the scene."

Lu Zhaozhao clearly knew that this old friend was not referring to herself, so it could only be the person in the painting.

"Ancient texts say that Qing Hui Tian Gang united with others to slay the Demon King in the wilderness. I never imagined that there would be a scene where old friends confronted each other."

Lu Zhaozhao spoke with a mocking tone.

The person next to her was Wei Zhanjie. In addition, there was another person standing outside the house, and judging from his aura, it should be Wen Sheng.

Wei Zhanjie ignored her sarcasm. He paused for a long time, skipped the topic, and turned to look at Lu Zhaozhao.

"You knew I was coming, so you were waiting here? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Lu Zhaozhao stood up and looked at him.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have had many opportunities before. Why wait until now?"

One has to admit that Wei Zhanjie did give Lu Zhaozhao a lot of help, including the book Zhili Yi, which also saved her many times in critical moments. Putting aside his selfish motives, Wei Zhanjie taught her even more than Yun Xian.

Wei Zhanjie sighed. He always looked high-spirited and energetic in public, but only he knew that after a thousand years of vicissitudes, his state of mind was no longer the same as before.

Now, when I see something related to those days, my thoughts suddenly go back to a thousand years ago, and I can’t help but feel a little lonely.

The people around her had already been sent away by Lu Zhaozhao. If they were still here, they would probably not be able to survive, so she was the only one here tonight, waiting for an unknown fate.

"What should I do? Seeing this painting, I thought about what happened to you before, and suddenly I don't want to keep you anymore. You have to get rid of the roots, otherwise you'll just leave yourself with hidden dangers."

Wei Zhanjie suddenly spoke, his tone solemn and not pretending.

Wen Sheng, who was outside the house, heard this and walked in, standing between the two of them. He looked at Wei Zhanjie, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes seemed to be accusing him of not keeping his word.

Lu Zhaozhao turned her gaze back to the painting and said calmly, "I've made all the arrangements for today. If you want to kill me, then go ahead."

That's what she said, but she knew that Wei Zhanjie would never do anything. He had been planning for so many years, and he would not let all his efforts go to waste just because of this emotion.

But her attitude made Wei Zhanjie extremely dissatisfied. As a result, the next second, she was hit from behind and completely lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, the surrounding environment made her immediately realize that she had been taken to the Western Territory.

She was lying on a bed. The scene she saw was extremely familiar. She looked around and realized that this was her home in the fantasy world.

She got out of bed and stroked the walls around her. They were exactly the same as in the illusion. It seemed that the illusion was really built on the basis of reality.

She wanted to go out and take a look, but as soon as she opened the door, she was stopped by the demon army guarding the door.

They said that Lu Zhaozhao was not allowed to go out unless summoned.

After observing the situation and looking at the number and strength of the demon army present, Lu Zhaozhao gave up the idea of ​​forcing his way in and went straight back into the house to find a comfortable place to sit down.

Since she was brought here, some action would have to be taken. She was not in a hurry because she was not the one who planned it anyway.

"Knock down."

There was a sound coming from the windowsill. Lu Zhaozhao stood up curiously, walked over and opened the window.

The first thing I saw was Wen Sheng's face. It was snowy season in the Western Territory. In the vast snow, he was like a furry little animal in the snow, alert and agile.

"Demon King? What are you doing here?"

Lu Zhaozhao did not forget that this person was present when she was knocked unconscious, so naturally she did not look in a good mood.

Wen Sheng's expression darkened, then immediately brightened. He raised his hand and revealed something in his hand.

It was a bamboo basket with a rich aroma coming from it. It looked like something like snacks.

Wen Sheng put the things on the window sill, and a plate of exquisite pastries appeared in front of Lu Zhaozhao.

"Heh, do demons have this kind of thing? It's not filled with corpses or something, is it?"

Lu Zhaozhao's tone wasn't very friendly, and even a little pointed, but Wen Sheng seemed oblivious. He quickly shook his head and said, "This is what I brought back from the human race. The two races are so different, I was afraid you wouldn't be used to it. I heard that eating snacks can make people happy, so I thought you would like it..."

Seeing this, Lu Zhaozhao felt like teasing him. She leaned out, leaned on the eaves, and said, "It's easy to make me happy. Just let me go back. Are you willing to help me?"

Wen Sheng was stunned, then shook his head hesitantly.

Lu Zhaozhao laughed, took the plate away, and said, "I'll take it, you can go."

After saying that, he closed the window.

Wen Sheng was frustrated and stayed there at a loss. He lived for a long time before leaving with a sad mood.

Lu Zhaozhao threw the plate aside and sat down.

She was very familiar with this dim sum, which was of a style similar to Qinghui. The smell was also familiar. It seemed that Wen Sheng bought it specially.

She picked up a piece and looked at it under the light for a long time, but couldn't make any clues. She sighed, put it in her mouth and started eating.

The soft pastry melts in your mouth, and the sweet aroma fills your mouth.

It really is a nostalgic taste, but this memory is not hers, but Lu Zhaozhao's in the original book.

When they were young, all children loved sweets, and Ying Che would bring back this pastry every time he went down the mountain.

Before the memories could flash through his mind, Lu Zhaozhao suddenly restrained his expression and became serious.

As I bit into the second piece, a note appeared in the remaining pastry.

She first looked around, and after making sure it was safe, she carefully took out the note.

"It's done, I hope you're well."

The signature is brother.

Ying Che's note.

Lu Zhaozhao was a little shocked, but then he thought that Wen Sheng must have been discovered by him when he was buying pastries, so he did this. However, this method was too unsafe.

Lu Zhaozhao clenched the note tightly, and in an instant, the note turned into ashes in his hand.

It was done, so everything she had planned before leaving was arranged.

She sat down heavily, breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the candlelight, and chuckled softly.

"Are you happy? Shouldn't you be scared or worried?"

Wei Zhanjie's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, scaring Lu Zhaozhao so much that he jumped back a few steps.

She frowned and looked at the person who came in with dissatisfaction. Why did this person come in so quietly?

Then he felt lucky that he had destroyed the note in advance.

Wei Zhanjie ignored her gaze and sat down. He looked at the snacks on the plate, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to eat.

"It's really delicious. No wonder you're so happy."

"What advice does the Demon Lord have?"

Lu Zhaozhao spoke in a bad tone.

Wei Zhanjie looked at her, motioned her to sit down, and said, "Don't be so nervous, I won't kill you. Ah Sheng came back dejected just now, and I thought something had happened. But when I came over to take a look, it seemed nothing had happened. Ah Sheng is simple-minded, don't scare him."

Lu Zhaozhao laughed in anger. She said bluntly, "I'm afraid what the Demon Lord said is a bit ridiculous."

Wei Zhanjie looked at him, did not refute, and smiled.

Instead, Lu Zhaozhao's expression immediately changed and he asked, "What exactly are you going to do?"

Wei Zhanjie ate another piece of dessert slowly and without answering.

There were only five pieces in a plate of dim sum. Two pieces had been eaten before, and then an uninvited guest came and ate two more. Lu Zhaozhao was so angry that he snatched the last piece and ate it immediately.

It was so fast that I almost choked.

Wei Zhanjie didn't expect her to react like this. His hand stayed in the air for a long time before he slowly let it go.