The Wrong Way to a Demon Sect Leader

Chapter 7

No matter how fast Ji Han's carriage is, it isn't as fast as the light skills of the number one swordsman.

Zhao Jiangui pursues without straining himself.

Once someone had challenged whether his light skills should be included in Jianghu's top ten, but it shouldn't be said his light skills aren't as good as his swordsmanship, which is first class. Even though his swordplay was what had gotten him there, he'd just had very few chances to put his light skills to full use.

So not many people see Zhao Jiangui running wildly across Jianghu chasing a carriage.

His long robe remains pure white as snow, his bound up long hair also doesn't have a strand out of place, however his complexion isn't looking good. When put in charge of chasing a carriage nearly one hundred li* down the road, all faces wouldn't be too good.

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Moreover, the Demon Head he chases sits comfortably within the car, somewhere inside the carriage there is also a grilled chicken and a jar of fine liquor.

He smells the fragrance of the wine.

Now they arrive at a small town, the Demon Head comes straight down from up in the carriage, and walks into the village's best tavern.

Zhao Jiangui is forced to follow him in.

He enters and looks left and right, this inn's business is flourishing, people coming and going, how can he really demand to se...seduce that Demon Head?

...

Ji Han sits down at the tavern's best seat.

Zhao Jiangui's face is gloomy, he sits beside him.

Food and drink have both been served, Ji Han hasn't yet touched his chopsticks, coldly glances at him, and asks, "Why is your spirit still lingering."

Those warriors really predicted things accurately, this phrase is actually written in the actor's lines.

Zhao Jiangui, "I'm not a spirit that's still lingering, I'm just pursuing you."

Ji Han icily says, "You're pursuing me to do what."

Zhao Jiangui thinks over the words seriously, "I want to return with you to the Demon Sect."

Ji Han, "..."

Zhao Jiangui pauses slightly, expressionlessly corrects himself, "Return to the Holy Sect."

Ji Han, "..."

Zhao Jiangui stiffly pulls up the corners of his mouth, strains to smile like an evil spirit, "Don't struggle, you can't get rid of me."

Ji Han, "..."

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*measure of distance, about half a kilometer