The Dragon from Hell

Hearing An Jingfu's voice, Nichang stood up and stood aside in a proper manner.

An Jingfu walked in and saw Liuqin sitting on the bed with her hair loose.

Liuqin did not put on makeup after she came back, and she only wore a sleeping shirt.

As an elder of the sect, and with her background, even a shirt is worth a lot of money, and it is made of the best ice silk.

Ice silk itself is extremely precious, and many sects even use it to make magic tools.

Only a large sect like Wuxiang Sect, coupled with Liuqin's rich background, has the opportunity to have such precious ice silk to make a pair of pajamas.

What's more, she has more than one.

The age of a cultivator is completely determined by himself. Liuqin has maintained her appearance and figure of a 20-year-old for many years, and there is no sign of aging.

Originally, the picture of a beauty without makeup should be extremely beautiful, but because Liuqin's face was still injured at this time, the burning scars spread from below the nose to the neck, making her exposed face look a little more hideous, completely breaking this beauty.

But An Jingfu still looked distressed, especially when he saw the mess on the ground. He didn't even care how many things were broken on the ground, and hurriedly walked to Liuqin: "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

"Master." Nishang saluted and silently stepped aside to make room for An Jingfu.

But just as he approached, a crisp sound was heard in the bedroom.

This "slap" sound even stunned Nishang for a moment, turned her head and saw that Liuqin's hand had not been retracted, coaxing a pair of eyes to stare at An Jingfu fiercely: "What's wrong with me? You still have the face to ask!"

This slap hit An Jingfu's face firmly, and he didn't even avoid Nishang. It was the latter who saw An Jingfu being hit and immediately moved his head away.

This slap was not only hard, but also had some spiritual power, leaving a faint concave slap mark on An Jingfu's face, and his head tilted.

It can be said that she was merciless.

But Liu Qin didn't think that this slap was excessive. Instead, she stared at An Jingfu with red eyes and said, "Didn't you tell me that you had your own arrangements? As long as you do what you said, you can let those little disciples take all the blame?"

"Now you tell me, this is your arrangement?"

"Today, not only all the elders of the sect who are not in seclusion are here, but also so many disciples, and even people from the Law Enforcement Department are here."

"But you made me lose face in front of so many people! You dare to ask me what's wrong!"

Liu Qin was furious. The emotions that were originally calmed down by Nishang were ignited again the moment she saw An Jingfu.

As the leader of a sect, he was slapped hard by his own wife. It would be abnormal for An Jingfu not to be angry at this time.

But An Jingfu was only stunned for a moment when the slap landed, and soon came back to his senses, with helplessness and heartache on his face.

"Look at you, you are so anxious again. I am fine, but you must not get angry and hurt your body. Your health has not been very good since 20 years ago. At that time, you were too angry and accidentally fell into the cold pool, which led to your health now."

Nishang thought that An Jingfu would be angry. After all, he is a man, and a man who is in a high position and is regarded as a role model by all the disciples of the immortal sect for many years.

But I didn't expect that he was humiliated by his aunt, but he could still care about his aunt in a gentle voice, and even took Liuqin's hand to check if she was injured.

"Also, there are some sharp objects in this room. If you are not careful, you can easily get hurt. You have to be careful..."

"That's enough!"

Liu Qin, who was originally being held by An Jingfu to check if his hand was injured, shook him off and pointed his hand at his nose and said, "Don't be so hypocritical here. Don't think I can't see your intentions."

"An Jingfu, tell me the truth. Did you arrange this incident on purpose?"

"You lied to me and ruined your own face. Now you let someone expose what happened that day in public. As long as I don't want this... "If this matter spreads throughout the entire Xianmen, I must listen to your arrangements."

"Seeing how embarrassed I am now, you should be very proud, right?"

An Jingfu was helpless now, looking at her bitterly: "Aqin, is this the kind of person I am in your eyes? You and I are husband and wife, don't you know me?"

Seeing Liuqin talking without thinking in anger, Nishang couldn't help it: "Yes, aunt, how uncle treated you over the years, even I have seen it. Uncle can't be blamed for this matter, it's all the fault of those ignorant disciples."

An Jingfu turned his head and looked at Nichang, giving her a grateful look.

Nichang nodded slightly, but sighed in her heart: When my aunt and uncle were together, the whole family was against it, but my aunt thought that my uncle was devoted to her, and a bastard from a second-rate family was the easiest to control. If he becomes the leader in the future, doesn't it mean that Wuxiang Sect is in her hands?

During this period, she actually suspected that people will change and disguise themselves, and perhaps her uncle is no exception.

But now it seems that even when my aunt pointed at his nose and scolded him in front of me, he was not angry. My aunt should have been right at the beginning.

An Jingfu was suppressed and controlled when he was in the family. Even if he became the leader now, he is still a soft persimmon and allows his aunt to control him.

I don't know whether it is good or bad.

Seeing that Nichang was speaking for An Jingfu, Liuqin, who was still angry, suddenly frowned.

She glanced at Nichang coldly: "Why, it seems that you feel sorry for your uncle? "

Nichang was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the spearhead would turn to herself. She shook her head quickly: "Aunt, what are you talking about? Nichang naturally feels sorry for you. But I think what my uncle said makes sense. You are not in good health now, so you still need to control yourself. And we have said before that as long as those people are still in the sect, we will let us control them. I just think you don't need to get angry with my uncle for such a few unknown people..."

"Okay!"

Seeing that Nichang was still speaking for An Jingfu, Liuqin's face was annoyed for no reason: "You don't have the right to speak here, go back first."

After all, she is the disciple she values ​​most and her own niece, so Liuqin didn't say anything harsh.

But Nichang thought that she had comforted her for a long time and said the truth, but her aunt turned her face away for no reason. Although she retreated in response, she still felt aggrieved.

In the end, An Jingfu still looked at her and shook his head helplessly at her.