MTL - The Wrong Way to a Demon Sect Leader-Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Ji Han suddenly said: "I want to take you to Islam, it is simple."
well! The plan is halfway through!
Zhao Jiangui: "How."
Ji Han: "If you compare with me, I will take you to Islam."
Zhao Jiangui: "..."
I didn't expect the devil to go around such a big circle, and I was waiting for him here.
It seems that this battle has to be played.
"Time and place are chosen by you." Ji Handao, "You only need to fight, I must go to the appointment."
Zhao Jian is silent.
The season laughed coldly: "When the first swordsman did not even dare to fight."
Didn't write in the lines, he didn't dare to deal with it!
This word is not reliable, so much has not been written, or self-play.
Ji Handao: "You dare not dare!"
Zhao Jiangui: "I should be you."
The cold season almost jumped from the seat. He pressed his hand on the simple sword on the waist. The coldness of the millennium, like a thousand years of cold pool, revealed a faint excitement: "Pull your sword!"
Zhao Jian is still sitting, not moving.
He slowly poured himself a cup of tea.
Zhao Jiangui is never drinking, the cocktail party is slow to respond, the master is confrontation, and the winner can be separated in a blink of an eye. It is difficult to retain the name of the first swordsman. He needs to keep his peak at the peak.
Ji Han raised his eyebrows and asked: "Why don't you pull the sword."
Zhao Jian looked up at him and said: "I just want to know if the words told by the demon teacher are counted."
Ji Hanmei: "Nature."
Zhao Jian returned: "Very good."
He drank the tea in the cup: "You can say that the time and place can be decided by me, then I will set the time after one year."
A year's time should be enough to make him hold off the cold season, and it is enough to reinvigorate the right path.
The season was slightly stunned, and his face was dark and gloomy: "You are playing tricks."
Zhao Jiangui: "The time and place are chosen by me. Is this what you said?"
Ji Han: "...Yes."
Zhao Jiangui: "Is the teaching of the demon teacher not counting?"
The season is cold and the teeth are cut: "Count."
Zhao Jiangui: "Very good, one year later, on the peak of Jianfeng."
Seasonal cold: "Oh."
The season is not talking.
He poured himself a glass of wine and his face was gloomy and scary.
Zhao Jian returned a sigh of relief.
He should be glad that the teacher is still young, and despite his deep thoughts, he still lacks the experience of walking the rivers and lakes.
This first step is finally going out.
Ji Han suddenly stood up and went out.
Zhao Jian is in a hurry to keep up.
The coldness of the season gave him a cold look: "What do you follow me."
Zhao Jiangui: "You promised me, take me back to the Holy Spirit."
Ji Han asked: "When did I promise?"
Zhao Jian gave a glimpse: "You clearly said..."
Ji Handao: "I said that you and I will take you back than the test. Since it is more than one year after the test, you will find me after one year. I will take you to Islam."
Zhao Jiangui: "..."
Very good, learning really fast.
Then he can only play rogue.
Zhao Jiangui: "I said, you can't beat me."
The season is cold and ice: "I know."
Zhao Jiangui: "You don't take me back, I can follow you."
Ji Han pointed to the driver waiting outside the door: "How do you see his internal strength?"
Zhao Jian is not clear, so he has already noticed that this driver is a master of the house. It seems that he has also practiced for decades. He wants to come to work and never loses.
Ji Handao: "He has been practicing for more than 30 years. If you want to scream on the street, I am afraid that most people in the town can hear it."
Zhao Jian returned to frown: "What do you say?"
Ji Handao: "You will take me half a step, I will let him go to the street and scream."
Zhao Jiangui: "What about me?"
Ji Han: "Just ‘Zhao Jiangui is a dead sleeve.’ How do you see it?”
Zhao Jiangui: "You..."
Ji Han: "I just took a look at it. There are still a few decent people in this town."
Zhao Jiangui: "..."
The cold ice ice road: "Zhao Daxia, welcome you to follow me."
After all, stepping out of the door, the pace is very proud.
Zhao Jiangui: "..."
can.
It is a play.
