Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Some things are interesting only when they are unexpected. But it was limited to the process, and the result was still firmly in her own hands.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jiaoyang walked towards the ring with a smile on her lips: "Let's do it, Uncle Lu. With how familiar we are, we shouldn't say goodbye to each other before the ring, right?"

"You're honest," Lu Ke squinted his eyes with a sharp expression, "I thought you would pretend you didn't know me."

He pointed his sword at her, at this woman who he never expected to confront with swords.

"What did Uncle Lu say?" Jiaoyang chuckled, "If you know me, you know me, if you don't know me, you don't know me. You can sit upright and sit straight, so why should I hide it?"

"You are simply hopeless." Lu Ke frowned.

Just as they had guessed before, Jiaoyang must have been coerced into joining the Demon Cult and had to work for Yuan Mingqi. He did not give up on her, even though she had done so many things that were unforgivable in the eyes of others.

As long as she is kind-hearted and rescues her from the Demon Cult, she will have decades to atone for her sins. How could the daughter of Bishop Xianmeng have evil intentions? If she was really on the same level as the people of the Demon Sect, why would she rather disobey the orders of the Sect and give them the antidote when they were poisoned?

He was just afraid that it would be too late and she would have been almost assimilated by the people of the Demon Cult. In particular, the demon sect is also good at brainwashing people.

"Why do people who are not sick need antidotes?" The corners of Jiaoyang's lips deepened, "Let's start quickly, Uncle Lu. I haven't had the chance to tell you that Jiaoyang has been looking forward to one day being able to have a hearty fight with you. One, by the way, let’s see if the rumored reputation as the best swordsman in the world is true.”

To be honest, even if Lu Ke wins, this peach blossom fan will not fall into his hands. So why he would take the risk to show up and have this fight with her is worth pondering.

Her eyes were slightly bent, and she glanced at the woods behind her from a long distance away from her peripheral vision.

Baiye Liufeng was standing there.

He crossed his arms across his chest and pointed his toes on the branches. He looked at Jiaoyang from a distance and raised the corners of his mouth in understanding.

Within a moment, the person had disappeared.

Lu Ke held a long sword in his hand and frowned as he looked at Jiao Yang, who was bare-handed in front of him. We know that what she is good at is turning her hands into claws, using her hands as weapons, but after all, they are made of flesh and blood, and here, it is impossible for her to use her hands to reveal her identity.

He put the long kite in his hand back into its scabbard: "You and I don't use weapons, so don't blame me for bullying others."

"Really," she said with a bright smile, "What a graceful man, Uncle Lu." I hope you won't regret it later.

The arena match between Jiao Yang and Lu Ke officially begins. This is a real master's fight, and everyone in the audience is no longer excited to see it, but full of confusion.

Ask why? Because the shooting speed is too fast, their eyes can't keep up!

It was said that the two of them were evenly matched on the stage at first. Lu Ke was secretly shocked: after a few moves, he couldn't find out her true identity. According to what A Yan said, Jiaoyang didn't know any martial arts at all before she was twelve years old.

I didn't expect that in just four years, she would develop such abilities. This was so unusual and even contrary to common sense. Everything has to pay a price, including achieving such unfathomable martial arts in a short period of time.

Lu Ke gradually had a bad premonition: Could it be that Jiaoyang was forced to take some medicine after joining the Demon Cult, or practiced some evil magic that violated the human body, and that's why she became like this?

After all, the outside world has always demonized the Demonic Cult, and during the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, it was even more ambitious and profit-seeking. He only cares about the efficiency of achieving his own goals, but does not care about the life and death of his subordinates.

"What's going on with you?" Lu Ke frowned, wary of Yun Tangzhi, who had been staring at him over there, "I know that many things are not what you want. Your medical skills are so good, why don't you just save people? Is that so? I don’t believe that you are willing to do such things as murder, frame-up, and frame-up. If you are coerced by people from the Demon Cult, or if you have any difficulties, just tell me and I will definitely do it."

"Who said that learning to treat diseases and seeking medical treatment must be for the purpose of saving people? And to be honest, I really don't have anything particularly boring to do. Maybe it's because I'm young, so I want to try any kind of life, Uncle Lu You won’t understand.”

Jiaoyang raised her lips: "Instead of worrying about me, why not worry about yourself, Uncle Lu. Don't you feel that you are increasingly unable to deal with me?"

Hearing what she said, Lu Ke was slightly startled, and his movements hesitated for a while. Her finger cut a gash on his shoulder, and bright red blood oozed out.

The blood color was normal, but Lu Ke knew that his current condition was poisoning. From the very beginning, I felt dizzy and my body felt heavy every time I moved. He didn't care at first.

Lu Ke frowned and took advantage of the opportunity to quickly seal off his eight extraordinary meridians to prevent toxins from continuing to invade.

"You poisoned me?" Lu Ke's nose moved and he smelled a very strange fragrance, which was like the smell of powder polished with flower petals.

A butterfly had just bypassed him, but now it slowly flew away and landed on Baiye Liufeng's fingertips.

He chuckled, passed his finger up, and gently touched the butterfly's wings.

"I told Uncle Lu to be more careful, but Uncle Lu just misinterpreted my meaning like this." Jiaoyang grinned with a nasty smile.

She's not that stupid. She fights with him in public. She can't reveal her identity. It's destined to be a thankless task. This way, you can save a lot of time.

"Uncle Lu, Uncle Lu, you know that the outcome has already been decided, why are you still struggling like this?" She tilted her head, stretched the corners of her lips, and slashed him again, blood flowing out continuously.

"I'm doing it for your own good, so that you don't get more seriously injured when the time comes. I'll feel sorry for you."

As she spoke, her hands were merciless. Several cuts were made on his body, and more and more blood flowed. He never fell down, looking calm and composed.

Jiaoyang frowned: "Is this all you have? Take action, don't test my patience."

"I've always known that you don't have much patience, Jiaoyang." Lu Ke looked at her with an unclear expression on his face and suddenly raised his voice.

"But now, are you happy? You have lost your freedom for four years while working for the Devil's Cult. Even if you live a miserable life, you still have to do what you have to do in order to survive. Go against your own nature, go against your conscience again and again, and live like this. Are you really happy?!"

Two chapters in one.