The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor

Chapter 1112: So subtle

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Then quit the Soul Fighting Sect? !

Lu Jiuque's shocking words were like a sap, hitting the heads of these disciples who hurried over in an attempt to find Lu Jiuque to persuade Yin Wuhen, leaving them dumbfounded and in disbelief.

Lu Jiuque raised his chin slightly and said with a smile: "I heard you clearly, can you please make way for all the junior brothers and sisters?"

Her powerful aura and undeniable majesty made the disciples unable to resist at all, and they retreated one after another to make way for Lu Jiuque.

After Lu Jiuque left the crowd, someone said unwillingly: "Why! Why does Senior Sister Lu say that? Doesn't she want us to go to the secret realm?"

"That's right, other sects and forces have so many people entering the secret realm. If we only send forty people, how can we fight with others?!"

"Huh, I think it's not necessarily true that Lu Jiuque is so good. She is just selfish and doesn't want to let other disciples in."

"Isn't that right? Lu Jiuque has been forcing Senior Sister Yuan to become an outer disciple. There may be something fishy about it!"

"Shh... keep your voice down!"

"Please keep your voice down. I met Senior Sister Yuan face to face last time. She is such a good person..."

"Yuan Qinglian is now an outer disciple and is not qualified to be called senior sister by us..."

"Damn, this is so annoying!"

Lu Jiuque, who had not gone far away, heard all these discussions one by one. She curled her lips and sneered, sighing: "As expected, there are some white-eyed wolves, no matter how nice you are to them, it's useless."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, Senior Sister Lu thinks so too?"

The breath almost sprayed on Lu Jiuque's ears. He appeared as soon as Di Shifang left. This was obviously premeditated.

In other words, I have been monitoring Wudao Peak for a long time!

Immediately afterwards, another angry voice came.

"Damn it! What are you doing so close!"

Lu Jiuque had gone through two months of special training from Di Shifang and had a conditioned reflex to wave a palm with his backhand.

"Snapped-"

The crisp sound blinded the two people who suddenly appeared.

One had a stunned expression, and the other had a slightly thankful expression.

Lu Jiuque raised his eyes and saw that the person with the red slap mark on his face was none other than Yi Li. Mei Ke, who had just spoken in her ear, accidentally hid because of Yi Li's angry pull. passed.

Oops, it’s a disaster for the pond fish.

Lu Jiuque twitched the corner of his mouth, coughed slightly and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you."

After saying this, Lu Jiuque stuck out his tongue guiltily. She looked cute and charming, something neither Yi Li nor Mei Ke had ever seen before.

In the past two months, except for Shuo Ye, Lu Jiuque and Di Shifang had been competing day and night. Lu Jiuque's strength was naturally such that he could not even touch the hem of Di Shifang's clothes.

Sometimes after Lu Jiuque used some little tricks to "accidentally hurt" Di Shifang, she would always put on this innocent expression, and Di Shifang would immediately soften.

For a while, Lu Jiuque became accustomed to showing this look.

Yi Li stared at Lu Jiuque's vivid and bright face for a moment. His face was burning with pain, but an inexplicable sweetness appeared in his heart, as if honey had melted in his heart.

He must be sick. Instead of being angry after being beaten, he felt secretly happy!

This feeling cannot be told to anyone. It can only be kept as his own secret, constantly fermenting and expanding in his chest...

It's so... so subtle...