The Wrong Way To A Demon Sect Leader Chapter 14

Zhao Jiangui follows Ji Han on the road, looking around at good few subsections of Demon Sect squadrons, of course, that's the most unimportant bit.

Ji Han doesn't conceal the truth from him, the righteous have known the location of these few squadrons for a long time, however they don't have enough manpower to take them, there aren't people they can dispatch to remove them.

Soon after he also thinks about how he really doesn't want someone sitting on top of the carriage all day long, but also doesn't want Zhao Jiangui squeezed into the carriage with him.

He is forced to give up a horse to Zhao Jiangui, letting him run his own course.

On the road Ji Han seems to decide on the idea not to speak any more with Zhao Jiangui, when the time arrives that he must open his mouth, he still tries his best to only be willing to speak commands in three words.

Zhao Jiangui ends up with peace and quiet.

Only the big plan of seduction is once more without progress.

The matter of Zhao Jiangui killing the Alliance Leader's top disciple had long ago spread widely over all of Jianghu, wherever they go, inevitably there will be righteous warriors staring at them unwaveringly, but not even one person dares step forward.

Because Jianghu also has a rumor, by Zhao Jiangui's side there is inevitably that Demon Sect's number one master.

As for why it's like this, no one dares say.

In a short period of time all kinds of rumors and conjectures rise from all directions, to such an extent that Ji Han thinks the way the stray dogs on the roadside look at them is a bit abnormal.

It seems in all the hearts of the people on the road looking at them, they are loudly shouting at them.

d.a.m.n cutsleeves! d.a.m.n cutsleeves!

Ji Han is very unhappy.

He really wants to simply stab Zhao Jiangui to death, clear up these few rumors across Jianghu.

But stabbing him to death is honestly a difficult affair.

He is forced to hold back, each day he puts a great deal of time into his swordsmans.h.i.+p, his sword was long ago fast enough to instantly cleave each falling leaf of a Chinese parasol tree as it fluttered down, but he still isn't one hundred percent convinced that when they have their decisive battle he'll be able to vie against Zhao Jiangui, draw his sword first and pierce through his throat.

Right now he just hopes he is capable enough in one year to compete in front of everyone's faces and stab Zhao Jiangui to death, still clean himself.

Just thinking about this makes him happy.