"Are you awake?" A gentle and low voice sounded in his ears.
"Ah..." Ruan Jingmian stared blankly at the calm-looking man in front of him. He was dressed in a black robe, with the top button of the collar fastened meticulously, and was filled with an aura of abstinence. The face is handsome, the temperament is cold, the figure is good, the person is tall, and he should look big.
"Hello, leader, I think you have arrested the wrong person." Ruan Jingmian leaned down and said respectfully.
"Oh? You should tell me who I should have arrested."
"Of course it's the old thief Ye Wanqi." I'm sorry, dad.
"His martial arts skills are too high. My original intention was to capture Ye Jingxian."
"Then I'm not that much more. I'm just a lackey, kneeling down in the ancestral hall for the young master who did something wrong."
The leader of the Demon Cult chuckled lightly, "Oh? If that's the case, then..."
"Ang!"
"Then just kill him."
Purpose: Active and sunny life