Chief Qing Leng Will Not Lose to the Demon Sect Interrogation

[System prompt: You have successfully traveled through. Current form: Black Iron Cold Abyss Halberd. Bound host: Lu Qingleng, chief saint of the Holy Sect and saintess. When Jiang Chen regained consciousness, he found that he was being held in a pair of cold, trembling, but extremely delicate hands. Surrounded by dim stone walls, the air is filled with... A mouth-watering smell of braised meat? "Hurry up and explain!" A shout broke the silence. Jiang Chen looked through the host's gaze and almost had his non-existent jaw dropped in shock. There was no tiger stool or pepper water as expected. I saw a little girl of about five or six years old sitting opposite, wearing a pink gauze skirt, waving a handful of... Marshmallows in an upright manner? And on the table behind the little girl, there is a full table of Manchu and Han banquets with all kinds of colors, flavors and aromas: crystal elbows, squirrel mandarin fish, sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root... The steam is steaming, and the aroma turns into a substantial devil's hand, teasing the air crazily. Jiang Chen felt that the hands holding him were shaking even more. "I... I am the chief of the Holy Sect. I am favored by destiny, and my heart is as solid as iron! You devils from the Demon Sect, don't even think of getting even a word out of my mouth!" Lu Qingleng's voice was clear and sweet. If you ignored her frantic swallowing of saliva and her eyes that refused to move away from the plate of elbows, these words might still be somewhat convincing. Until they started removing the food. The next second, the leader of the Holy Sect, who usually had his eyes above his head, knelt on the ground with a thud. "I said." Jiang Chen: "???" This is too fast! Is your Taoist heart papery? ! Destroy it, this Holy Sect is full of flaws.