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Chapter 132: Shura Field Upgrade! Lord Demon Lord, please exercise self-discipline!
"Gulp."
This was the sound of Gu Lan swallowing his saliva, but at the currently dead-silent entrance of the Sword Tomb, it sounded exceptionally clear.
Female Demon Lord.
Ye Hongzhuang.
This ruthless character who stood at the Peak of the Demonic Path and made countless Righteous Path mighty figures tremble in fear was currently sitting on the throne and looking at him like a resentful woman from a secluded boudoir, saying something like "This humble one has been waiting for you for a long time."
What the Hell… are you trying to play me to death!
"Vixen! Cease your nonsense!"
An Elder of a Righteous Path School was the first to react. Although he felt that this woman's aura was terrifying, in front of so many Juniors, he still had to say some facade words.
"Who are you? How dare you act like a ghost and tease the Prodigy of our Righteous Path here?"
"Noisy."
Ye Hongzhuang did not even lift her eyelids, gently shaking the goblet in her hand.
"Puff——!"
That Elder with the cultivation of the Golden Core Late Stage didn't even have time to scream before his entire body was crushed like an invisible giant hand had squeezed it, turning into a cloud of blood mist!
Silence.
Deathly silence.
The Righteous Path Cultivators, who had just been filled with righteous indignation, instantly looked as if their necks had been pinched, their faces turning pale and their legs trembling.
Destroying a Golden Core with a flick of a finger!
Just what cultivation level is this woman…?!
"That is… that is the Demonic Path Supreme! Ye Hongzhuang!"
Finally, someone recognized that iconic black-and-gold Phoenix robe and let out an extremely terrified scream.
"What?! The Demon Lord has personally arrived?!"
"Run! Run quickly!"
The crowd instantly exploded into a mess, but under Ye Hongzhuang's overwhelming pressure, everyone seemed to have sunk into a quagmire, finding it difficult even to move a single finger, let alone escape.
"Did this seat allow you to move?"
Ye Hongzhuang indolently scanned the entire audience, her gaze like substantive blade edges that scraped everyone's skin with pain.
Finally, her gaze fell back onto Gu Lan, and the chill in her eyes instantly transformed into spring-water-like allure.
"Little Gu, come over."
She extended her slender fingers and hooked them gently.
"Let this seat see, did you… obediently listen this time?"
Gu Lan felt his scalp go numb.
Go over? That would be courting death.
Not go over? That's also seeking death.
This was simply a multiple-choice question of Hell difficulty!
"You are not allowed to go!"
Just as Gu Lan was hesitating, a cold sword light horizontally blocked his path.
Jiang Wanqing!
Although her face was pale and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, her gaze was unprecedentedly firm.
She blocked in front of Gu Lan, staring directly at Ye Hongzhuang on the throne.
"If you want to take away my Junior Brother, you must step over my corpse!"
"And me!"
Hongxiu also gritted her teeth and stepped out.
"I am here too!" Lanyu silently drew her sword.
"And Lvluo!"
Looking at the four women blocking in front of him.
A warm current surged in Gu Lan's heart, and at the same time, he had an even bigger headache.
Ancestors, you guys are infuriating the BOSS!
"Yo, what a… deep sisterly affection."
Ye Hongzhuang narrowed her eyes, looking at Jiang Wanqing and the others, the corners of her mouth curling into a dangerous arc.
"A group of little ants in the Foundation Establishment Stage, how dare you block this seat's path?"
"Since you all want to die so much…"
She slowly raised her hand, and within her palm, a cluster of black demonic fire was condensing.
The terrifying high temperature caused the surrounding space to begin twisting and collapsing.
"Then this seat will grant your wish and turn you into pairs of doomed mandarin ducks!"
"Stop!"
Gu Lan could no longer pretend.
He abruptly pushed Jiang Wanqing away, stepped forward, and faced Ye Hongzhuang directly.
"Lord Demon Lord!"
Gu Lan said in a clear voice, forcefully squeezing out a "death-defying" expression on his face (actually for the Righteous Path to see).
"As the master of a sect, what kind of ability is it to make things difficult for a few weak women?"
"Aren't you looking for me?"
"I, Gu Lan, am right here!"
"Whatever the matter is, come at me!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a sentimental fellow."
Ye Hongzhuang put away the demonic fire and looked at Gu Lan with great interest.
"Since you care so much about your little lovers, this seat will give you a chance."
Her figure flashed, instantly disappearing from the throne.
The next second.
A burst of fragrant wind struck.
Gu Lan only felt his vision blur before Ye Hongzhuang was already pressed against his body!
The distance between the two of them was less than a finger!
Gu Lan could even count her long eyelashes and smell that… faint fragrance on her body that was exactly the same as the one on the sword sheath.
"That sword…"
Ye Hongzhuang's fingers gently brushed across Gu Lan's waist, touching that black sword sheath through his clothes.
"You brought it with you?"
Her voice became somewhat hoarse, carrying a trace of unperceived excitement.
"Do you still like it? That is… this seat's scent."
Gu Lan's whole body stiffened, not daring to move at all.
This is in front of the masses!
Thousands of pairs of eyes are watching!
"Ahem ahem, Demon Lord, please exercise self-discipline!"
Gu Lan gritted his teeth and crazily hinted at Ye Hongzhuang with his eyes: "Big sister, I'm an undercover agent! If you do this, I'll be exposed!"
Yet Ye Hongzhuang acted as if she didn't see it, instead going even further.
She extended both hands, wrapped them around Gu Lan's neck, hung her entire body on him, leaned close to his ear, and blew a breath.
"Self-discipline?"
"When you took this seat's gift at the bottom of the water just now, why didn't you talk about self-discipline?"
"Now that you've put on your pants, you're denying it?"
This sentence was not deliberately lowered in voice.
Therefore…
The whole audience exploded once again.
"Under the water? A gift? Putting on pants?"
"Good heavens! Senior Brother Gu actually really with the Demon Lord…"
"Not only the Saintess, but even the Demon Lord has been won over?!"
"What kind of divine kept man is this?!"
The worldview of the Righteous Path Disciples collapsed.
And Jiang Wanqing's face was already as dark as the bottom of a wok.
She stared fiercely at the extra sword sheath at Gu Lan's waist, finally understanding where that strange fragrance from earlier came from.
"Gu! Lan!"
Jiang Wanqing's voice sounded as if it were squeezed out from between her teeth.
"Is this what you called… exotic flowers and rare herbs?!"
"Is this what you called… a false alarm?!"
"You… you actually had a secret rendezvous with the Demon Lord at the bottom of the water?!"
"Misunderstanding! This is definitely a misunderstanding!"
Gu Lan felt he was going to be wronged to death.
"Senior Sister, listen to my explanation! I picked up this sword sheath! I really picked it up!"
"Picked up?"
Ye Hongzhuang laughed even more happily. She let go of Gu Lan, took half a step back, and tidied her somewhat disheveled lapel.
"Little Gu, your excuse is too terrible."
"How could this seat's intimate personal item be picked up so casually?"
"Clearly it was you…"
She deliberately paused for a moment, her ambiguous gaze sweeping a circle over Gu Lan.
"Begging bitterly before this seat bestowed it upon you."
Finished.
The more it's explained, the blacker it gets.
Looking at the surrounding gazes of "so you're also this kind of person" and Jiang Wanqing's "I want to kill you" look, Gu Lan just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"Alright, catching up ends here."
Ye Hongzhuang suddenly withdrew her smile, restoring that lofty Demon Lord posture.
"Since the item has been obtained, the person… this seat will also take away."
She waved her sleeve.
An unmatched demonic Qi instantly transformed into a black tornado, sweeping Gu Lan into it.
"Little Gu, return to the Heavenly Demon Palace with this seat."
"That place… is where you should stay."
"Let go of my Junior Brother!"
Jiang Wanqing was extremely anxious, desperately swinging her sword to slash towards that tornado.
But her Sword Qi shattered the instant it touched the tornado.
The difference in strength was too great!
"Don't waste your effort."
Ye Hongzhuang gave her a cold look.
"Considering that you risked your life to protect him just now, this seat spares your life."
"Go back and tell that group of old immortals of your Qingyun Sect."
"This man belongs to this seat."
"Want someone? Have them come to the Heavenly Demon Palace to ask for him personally!"
Finished speaking.
Ye Hongzhuang, bringing Gu Lan who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling and that crowd of Demonic sect Disciples, transformed into a patch of sky-covering black clouds and instantly vanished into the horizon.
Leaving behind a group of Righteous Path Cultivators looking at each other in dismay on Zangjian Hill.
As well as…
Jiang Wanqing, who was looking at the sky, utterly dejected.
"Junior Brother…"
She gripped a Jade Slip that Gu Lan had secretly thrown down before leaving, her eye sockets burning red.
"Regardless of whether you were captured or… voluntary."
"I will definitely go save you!"
"Even if I have to charge into the demon cave, I will bring you back!"
At this moment.
Within that high-speed flying black cloud.
Gu Lan was miserably pressed onto the throne by Ye Hongzhuang.
"How is it? Little undercover."
Holding a wine glass in her hand, Ye Hongzhuang looked at him with a smile.
"How did this seat perform in this play?"
"Not only did it help you shake off the Righteous Path's suspicion, but it also gave you a justified reason to return to the Demonic sect."
"Shouldn't you… properly thank this seat?"
Looking at the woman before him who played both the Righteous and Demonic Paths in the palm of her hand, Gu Lan could only sigh helplessly.
"Thank…"
"I thank your entire family!"
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