I am a villain in the most evil sect in the world 18 (please subscribe)

He smiled self-deprecatingly, he was indeed the number one sect in the world, and his reputation was indeed well-deserved. Of course, Gu Shizhi's methods were indeed ruthless.

After working hard for a long time, Jingfeng slowly walked away to his residence.

Opening the door, he looked at the familiar room, smiled, and touched the table with his index finger.

The house had been cleaned very clean, without a trace of dust. It was obvious that someone had been cleaning it frequently recently.

Is it Hua Jue or Alan?

Jingfeng was sitting at the table thinking, and suddenly saw the flower arrangement on the table. He picked it up and smelled it. It was very fragrant.

Huai Jue has always disliked flowers and plants, so she would never be so attentive. This begonia flower is what Ah Lan likes, so it is Ah Lan.

The corners of his lips curled up, and he smelled the flowers again, suddenly feeling his mood change from gloomy to sunny.

He bandaged his wounds, applied medicine, changed his clothes, and went to the place where Can Qian usually retreated.

In the days that followed, Jiang Zuilan still didn't like Jingfeng very much, and Jingfeng still plotted against Jiang Zuilan from time to time.

He Jue also still hates Jiang Zuilan deeply. He has secretly attacked him several times, but how can Jiang Zuilan be afraid of him?

As a result, she and He Jue were at war with each other, and it became the original setting.

Of course, what Jiang Zuilan didn't know was that every time after she fell asleep, there would be a figure silently guarding her outside her residence, and he would only leave sadly after dawn, with the cold and summer coming and going without interruption.

And every time he saw the lights in Jiang Zuilan's room, it was the warmest moment in Jingfeng's heart.

Keeping vigil for Jiang Zuilan, apart from fear of another plot by Hejue, seems to have become a habit of Jingfeng.

Flowers fell and flowers bloomed, and six years passed in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Zuilan was already sixteen years old at the time, a young girl in her prime. She had never left the gate of purgatory in the past six years.

It took her six years to master martial arts, but Jing Feng and Hui Jue's internal strength was much better than hers. This was probably their natural talent.

Jingfeng's martial arts are getting better and better, and he is becoming more cunning and cunning.

But Can Qie became a little weird. Although he still occasionally taught her martial arts, he maintained a subtle sense of distance. His tone also changed from the way he treated his apprentice at the beginning. He became very weird, and some of his actions also made her uncomfortable.

Somewhat uncomfortable.

Every time she saw Can Que looking at her with a lonely look on her face, she felt inexplicably a sense of crisis, that strong possessiveness, and every time he looked at her, he looked at another person through her.

His appearance made her afraid of Can Qian.

In the past six years, even the boy Hei Jue has grown very tall, but he still likes to go against her. Jing Feng has become inexplicably strict with him. Whenever He Jue appears, Jing Feng will immediately pop out.

It's a pity that Hejue has a rebellious temperament. The more Jingfeng behaves like this, the more trouble he wants to cause Jiang Zuilan.

Speaking of which, Jiang Zuilan felt that the thing he couldn't see through the most was Jingfeng. This kid was becoming more and more scheming.

At this time, the nineteen-year-old Jingfeng has grown into an adult, but he is still very cunning, sometimes even more cunning than Can Qian.

He always plots against Can Que in the dark, but on the surface he and Hui Jue still act like good disciples, but there are many conspiracies behind the scenes.

Jiang Zuilan was looking out the window at this time, thinking that Can Qie's gaze had become more and more intense recently, which always made her feel inexplicably irritated. Suddenly, a figure flashed by the window, and a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a faint smell of green bamboo. She sighed.

He took a breath and said, "Jingfeng! If you can't get in through the door, why do you always climb through the window?"

Not only Jiang Zuilan, but also Jingfeng has changed a lot in the past six years. He is now a handsome and beautiful young man, but what cannot be changed is his cunning and cunning temperament.

"Isn't this closer? Look, what is this?" Jingfeng smiled carelessly, jumped from the window and landed next to Jiang Zuilan, took out a box, and took out an exquisite gold hairpin from it, just like that

It was inserted straight into Jiang Zuilan's head.

Jingfeng's voice was a little lazy, no longer as childish as before, and his voice sounded very pleasant.

Jiang Zuilan grinned, "Jingfeng, are you going to murder me? Your head was almost punctured!"

Jingfeng smiled.

Jiang Zuilan took off the gold hairpin from his head and said softly: "I never use these things. Just take them and don't bother me."

"This is for you. If you don't like it, just throw it away." Jingfeng looked a little unhappy and put away the box as if to throw it away, but looked at Jiang Zuilan.

Jiang Zuilan looked up and saw Jingfeng standing against the light, a slight smile hanging on the corners of his lips, and his shining black eyes full of smiles.

Jiang Zuilan was speechless, what is this kid planning again?

Jiang Zuilan looked at Jingfeng and said impatiently: "I don't want it, you can throw it away if you want."

"Master, just give it to you. If I give it to you, you don't want it. Just throw it away if you don't want it!" Jingfeng's face turned even more ugly, and he threw the box out of the window angrily.

Jiang Zuilan was stunned for a moment when he heard Jingfeng's words, and then thought that what Jingfeng was talking about was the Xi'er hairpin given to her by Can Qing six years ago, on the eve of the sect competition she participated in. She also only had that hairpin.

She has never worn it before, and that sect competition was the only sect competition she participated in.

Suddenly, at this moment, Can Qie walked over without knowing when, holding the brocade box in his hand. He was still dressed in elegant white clothes. Time seemed to have left nothing on his face. His jade-like face was cold.

, looking at Jingfeng with gloomy eyes.

Jiang Zuilan stood up and called: "Master."

"Jingfeng, you're disturbing Alan again, and don't throw away your own things. The skill is still at the sixth level and has not improved. You should go back and practice it quickly." Can Qian saw Jingfeng looking at him with a bad look on his face.

His eyes also became a little abnormal, and he stuffed the brocade box into his arms and motioned for him to leave.

Jingfeng's fists were clenched tightly, and there were veins pulsing on his forehead. He was about to lose control. He took a few deep breaths and said, "Yes, master!"

Then, he turned around and left without looking back.

When Can Qian said that Jing Feng's skills were stuck at the sixth level and did not improve, Jiang Zuilan's mouth twitched. If other people heard this, they would probably go crazy.

So, can you let those disciples who have been stuck on the third and fourth floors for so many years survive?

In fact, Jingfeng's current strength has no rivals except Can Qian in Purgatory Sect, and he is probably the best in the world.

After Jingfeng left, Can Qian's expression softened and he said gently: "If you like Ah Lan's jewelry, Master has plenty of them. I'll have someone bring them to you."

"No need, Master, I don't like to wear those things at ordinary times." Jiang Zuilan shook his head, she didn't want anyone's things, so just leave and let her live in peace.

Can Qie smiled gently and took out a secret book, "You still need to practice your martial arts, otherwise you will lose my face if you say you are my disciple. Please read this secret book and ask me if you don't understand anything."

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Jiang Zuilan nodded.

Can Qian seemed very satisfied with Jiang Zuilan's attitude and said loudly: "Then I will go back first."

Jiang Zuilan looked at the secret book on the table, nodded absently, and let Can Qian leave.

She looked at Can Qie's leaving figure and thought that the look between the two of them was getting more and more intense. It seemed that she had a premonition that there would be a big war between the two in the future! It couldn't be wrong, and she didn't want to get involved.

between two people.

This day is the anniversary of Xi'er's death. Can Tie will appear particularly depressed on this day every year. People at the Purgatory Gate do not dare to take a breath on this day, for fear of offending Can Tie.

Jiang Zuilan looked at the moon outside the window, not knowing what she was thinking. Suddenly, the smell of alcohol hit her face, making her frown.

A gust of wind passed by, and in the half-light and half-darkness, I could see the remaining hair, half-opened clothes, and a swaying figure with a blushing face.

Jiang Zuilan looked at Can Qian's obviously drunk appearance, frowned, stood up, and called "Master" lightly, without saying anything else.

Can Qian, however, half-squinted her exquisite eyes, staring blankly at Jiang Zuilan, and shouted vaguely, "Xi'er..."

Jiang Zuilan's brows furrowed even more tightly. Looking at Can Qie's appearance, she subconsciously took a few steps back, but Can Qie reluctantly took a few steps closer.

"Xi'er..." Can Qie called out affectionately, carefully, with a hint of uncertainty in her elegant tone, as if she was afraid that the person in front of her would disappear in the next second.

"Master, I am Alan." Jiang Zuilan took a few steps back and spoke coldly.

Can Qian seemed not to hear it and stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Zuilan's cheek.

Jiang Zuilan knew something was wrong, so he quickly jumped out of the door.

Can Qie was stunned for a moment, then used Qing Kung to stagger and chase after him. While chasing, he shouted sadly, "Xi'er, don't go, don't leave me... Xi'er these years... you've had a good life."

?... Xi'er, do you know that I miss you so much..."

It's just that even if Can Qian is drunk and shaky, his Qinggong is much faster than Jiang Zuilan.

Soon Jiang Zuilan was caught up by Can Que. Jiang Zuilan's eyes flashed coldly, he took out the dagger in his hand, and took advantage of Can Que to draw the dagger inadvertently.

The cold dagger grazed Can Que's neck. Can Que was a master after all. Even if he was drunk, he was very vigilant. He reacted quickly and only let the dagger scratch a few skins.

At this time, Can Que was startled, and Jiang Zuilan could clearly see the flames instantly rising in Can Que's eyes.

Jiang Zuilan didn't hesitate at all. With Can Qian's moment of daze, she had already used Qinggong to fly away.

The fire in Can Qian's eyes became even more intense. He flew away angrily, and in a moment he was standing in front of Jiang Zuilan, "You want to kill me? You and that boy have been flirting with each other for more than a day or two. Xi'er, I respect you and will bear with you."

I love you, and I know you love me too... But Xi'er, how could you do this to me!"

He pointed to his heart, "I miss you every day, and I wish I could go find you right away. How can you be worthy of me?" There was a hint of ferocity in Can Que's eyes, and he stepped forward step by step.

Jiang Zuilan was startled. It looked like she couldn't run away today. She looked at Can Que with cold eyes and said, "Cand Que, please see clearly, I am Ah Lan, I am Ah Lan. Xi'er has been dead long ago!"

But Can Qian seemed to be unable to hear, his eyes were red.

At this time, Jiang Zuilan also noticed something strange about Can Que. The corners of her eyes twitched, and she found that Can Que's true energy was agitated. Could it be that something went wrong in his practice and he missed Xi'er too much and went crazy?

Jiang Zuilan held the dagger in his hand, dodging left and right to avoid Zan Qian's salty hands, while waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow.
To be continued...