The Wrong Way To A Demon Sect Leader Chapter 5

It's suddenly silent in all directions, everyone around has shut their mouths and can no longer speak.

Quite a long time pa.s.ses, eventually someone raises the curtain of the carriage.

Zhao Jiangui lifts his head to glance over, inside the carriage sits a youth of no more than twenty, wearing black clothes over his whole body, coldly staring straight at him.

The martial world's Alliance Leader had once given him a look at a painting of the Demon Sect Leader, the facial features in the picture and the one before his eyes were sufficiently seven or eight points alike, good, sitting in the carriage is the Demon Sect Leader Ji Han as expected.

According to the gallant warriors' previously considered state of affairs, Ji Han at this moment would turn pale with fright, the person he'd secretly loved for years had appeared before his face, in some amount he would have a little reaction, Zhao Jiangui only needed to shut his mouth, await Ji Han's issued reaction, then based on the Demon Head's reaction, pick out the most fitting from the midst of the gallant warriors' prepared lines to say at that moment.

As expected in Ji Han's icy expression there appears a trace of waves.

Zhao Jiangui starts looking back on the earlier recited statements of reply.

Ji Han asks, "Zhao Jiangui?"

Zhao Jiangui answers, "Yes."

Ji Han smiles grimly, "Great."

Zhao Jiangui doesn't speak.

Those few warriors are unable to tell him how he ought to reply to this statement, he fears messing the matter up, forcibly shuts his mouth and plays dumb.

Ji Han continues, "Your sword."

Zhao Jiangui, "My sword?"

This course, it seems somewhat not very right.

Ji Han looks to slightly knit his brows, very icily asks, "Your sword."

Zhao Jiangui says, "The sword is here."

Ji Han demands, "Draw your sword."

Zhao Jiangui's mind is partially at a loss, "Why do you want me to draw my sword."

Ji Han sneers, "All in Jianghu praise you as the number one swordsman. I'm not completely convinced. I have your portrait hanging in my room, in order to urge myself night and day to practice martial arts, telling myself inevitably there will be a day I must beat you."

Zhao Jiangui, "..."

This and the come to agreement seem nothing alike.

Zhao Jiangui mutters to himself a long while, speaks only one sentence with the greatest of care, "I really don't want to have a dispute with you in this place."

After all he himself needed to seduce this Demon Head, fighting would certainly lead to injury, if he himself won, if he lost, what way would still work for the Haoran Alliance.

Ji Han interrupts his speech, "What do you want?"

Bearing the earlier lines, finally the right phrase appears!

Zhao Jiangui instinctively blurts out, "I want you."

Ji Han, "..."