Zilan

The green branch swayed, and two black shadows fell.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Yan Zhuoqing shook the hilt of his sword, and the long whip let go.

Fan Jianglong's anger had almost been vented just now, and he didn't fight him again after retracting his long whip, not to mention that if there was a real fight, she would not be able to win against Yan Zhuoqing.

"I just want to know, when will the head of the Tiansha Sect come back?" The long whip was wrapped around the waist by Fan Jianglong, and it disappeared once it was attached to the waist.

"Tianshamen? You actually changed your name." Yan Zhuoqing asked in surprise while leaning against a tree with his sword in his arms.

"No one wants to keep that title." Fan Jianglong sneered, "Stop pretending, how could you not know?"

"You are wrong. I think the current one is worse than before, and I don't know who took it."

Fanjianglong put his hands back around his waist again, and almost pulled out the long whip, but fortunately he was not taken away, and turned back to the topic: "Yan Zhuoqing, why are you back? Our bet is over long ago."

"What you're looking for is the master of the Tianshamen, not me." Yan Zhuoqing smiled incomprehensibly.

"Stop joking." Fan Jianglong tried to distinguish the truth from the falsehood from his eyes.

"How many years did we bet on at the beginning?"

His question was inexplicable, but Fan Jianglong still answered: "For five years, I took care of Tianshamen for you. In the end, you ran away to enjoy yourself, and the mess was lost for seven years. I don't want to deal with it anymore."

"Seven years." Yan Zhuoqing thought through her, "Even Xue Jingye really became the boss."

"That guy who has no ambition, he has to say that this is his ambition, and his temper is so bad that he will die. If it weren't for our support, his dilapidated inn would have been demolished." Fan Jianglong's words seemed to be disgusted, but the corners of his mouth curled up even more. Bend, happy from the heart.

"It's good, you've all lived the life you wanted." Yan Zhuoqing smiled, "Let's make another bet."

"What?" Fan Jianglong, who had been tricked once, was wary.

"I bet that you, Fan Jianglong, can lead the Tianshamen even better in the next hundred years. If you win, the position of the head of the Tianshamen will be yours."

"I don't accept this bet." Fan Jianglong stared into his eyes tightly, "Whether it's the Yin Ghost Sect or the Tiansha Sect, only you can be the Sect Master."

"You call me the sect master, so you, as the sect master, should also accept my orders."

Yan Zhuoqing didn't wait for her to express, and said word by word: "From today on, Fan Jianglong will be the second head of Tianshamen from now on."

After he finished speaking, he put away the solemnity on his face: "All the sect master's tokens are with you, so I won't have to find them for you."

"Yan Zhuoqing, are you really going to leave Tianshamen behind?" Fan Jianglong looked at him in disbelief.

"You're wrong again." Yan Zhuoqing raised his eyebrows, "I've never been in charge of the 'Tiansha Gate'. And you should know that you are more suitable to be the owner of this gate than me."

"No." Fan Jianglong subconsciously denied, clenching his palms into fists.

Yan Zhuoqing sighed, stepped forward and rubbed her head: "Apan, you know that I am not suitable to be restrained by anything. I have nothing for you to rely on, so there is no need to stay."

Now that they are getting closer, people realize that the resemblance is not the smile, but the outline of the face.

"Then what are you suitable for? To be happy alone?" Fan Jianglong stared at him stubbornly.

Yan Zhuoqing did not refute: "Maybe."

He waved his hand: "It's getting late, I'm leaving first, and I have to take care of my little son to get up."

"Young master of the Jiang family?"

Yan Zhuoqing nodded, and it's no surprise that she would know that although the Tianshamen was active in the Mobei area, the news was quite well informed.

Fan Jianglong was stunned by his answer, and even forgot to stop him.

Jiang Jiuwan's body is weak, and coupled with his status as the young son of the Jiang family, others will take care of everything, and Yan Zhuoqing will take care of the two of them during their time out.One of them is used to being served by others, the other is happy to be served, and they don't think there is anything wrong with each other.But for someone like Fan Jianglong who is quite familiar with Yan Zhuoqing, this is extremely shocking.

Will Yan Zhuoqing be a servant?Although she admitted that the young master of the Jiang family looked very noble, it was still hard to imagine the Jianglong.

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Before Yan Zhuoqing could settle down, a rushing figure rushed towards him.He turned on his toes to avoid it, and by the way caught the girl who couldn't stop and almost fell.

Just about to let go, Yan Zhuoqing's arm was grabbed.

The girl raised her head, revealing an anxious face: "Go to the witch doctor and go to Young Master Jiang's tent, Young Master Jiang has fainted—"

She hadn't finished speaking when the gust of wind passed by, there was no one in front of her, and the words froze immediately, but luckily her hands were still warm, otherwise she would have thought that what she had just caught was some kind of ghost.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Yan Zhuoqing rushed into the white tent, and when he saw the scene inside, his heart stopped, the pain was worse than a thousand needles piercing flesh.

The pale-faced Young Master Jiang was half lying on the bed, if he hadn't been frowning, he would look no different from a person whose soul has returned to hell.

Sensing someone coming in, Jiang Jiuwan slightly opened his eyelids, and seeing that it was Yan Zhuoqing, his brows and eyes curved slightly, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his pale face.

The little boy looked very bad, and it was torture to use any effort.

Yan Zhuoqing hastily grasped the hand he was about to raise: "Don't move." He said this in a hurry, but still involuntarily lowered his voice.

Through the cold skin, the little boy's heartbeat was weak.Yan Zhuoqing took out a celadon vial from his bosom, and poured out a pill, which was the same as the one he gave the young master earlier.

"Young master." Yan Zhuoqing half-supported Jiang Jiuwan, let him lean on his shoulder, and brought the pill to his mouth.Jiang Jiuwan was drowsy, opened his mouth obediently, and the wrinkles between his brows eased a bit.

At the same time, there were chaotic footsteps outside the tent.

"Witch doctor, hurry up."

"Sang girl, don't push, don't push."