QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots
Chapter 190 - 7.20

Chapter 190: 7.20

When Su Jinzhou was ’invited’ away by Ming Ye, Fang Qi had been ’accidentally’ discovered by the Demon Lord who was hunting him.

"You little brat! It seems like you own such a magic weapon for nothing, but your brain doesn’t work well. You didn’t expect that I would catch you so soon, did you?"

Fang Qi gritted his teeth as he was stepped on again, taking in a ragged breath, he looked up, provocatively saying, "If I can run away once, I can run away countless times!"

That’s right, he was caught by the Demon Lord on purpose.

Because by himself, he couldn’t find out where the mysterious demonic cultivator who cooperated with the Demon Lord had taken his master.

Only by pretending to fall into the hands of the Demon Lord will there be a chance of finding them.

He had to determine where his master was and make sure he could rescue him before he could crush the bottle with hallucinogenic elixir.

Until then, he has to endure whatever is possible.

Including the Demon Lord killing him on the spot.

The old demon lord saw his provocative look and couldn’t help but sneer, "Do you want to remind me that I should kill you now?"

Unfortunately, he couldn’t.

That madman Lou Yan, was still waiting for him to bring the other back alive, otherwise, he would be the one to die.

But this did not stop him from scaring the kid to vent his anger for being blamed by Lou Yan for his escape!

Fang Qi was indeed unsure, after all, he didn’t know that the Demon Lord, who seemed to be in such a glorious position on the surface, was actually under the instructions of another person.

His mind raced, and he quickly came up with an excuse, "What’s the point of killing me? If you catch me, don’t you want to torture me slowly?"

The Demon Lord naturally took this step back, "Of course, not only you, but even your master is living a life worse than death."

It would be fine if he fell into his hands, but even if he died, he would die cleanly.

But in the hands of that madman?

Haha, the master and disciple will inevitably share the same fate.

After all, even he, who works for him, lives in fear and uncertainty under his leadership, doesn’t he?

Hearing the word ’Master’, Fang Qi lost his composure and his face tightened, "What have you done to my Master?!"

The Demon Lord grabbed him and was ready to leave, "You will see him soon. Someone wants you and your disciple to be reunited."

When Jiang Jiamian opened his eyes with some difficulty, he vaguely saw a pair of obsessed eyes in his blurry vision.

Those eyes were hidden deep behind the cold holes of the mask, but they burned visibly beneath.

However, when Jiang Jiamian’s vision finally became completely clear, he only saw a sneering look and the familiar false smile on Lou Yan’s lips.

"Awake?"

Lou Yan slowly shifted his gaze away, leisurely took a delicate small bowl from the table beside the bed, and stirred it very slowly with the spoon in his hand. "I thought that Immortal Jiang was enjoying himself in the sea of desire and was reluctant to wake up."

"You!"

Jiang Jiamian opened his mouth, only to feel a burning pain in his throat, as if countless bits of gravel had rolled down it, making every movement hurt.

"Are you hungry?" Lou Yan lowered his head and asked softly.

Jiang Jiamian subconsciously licked his dry and chapped lips.

He was hungry.

How could he not be hungry?

He was seriously injured and hadn’t eaten for two days.

He was tormented by this maniac all night.

Lou Yan didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all, "If you’re hungry, then say something I want to hear, and I’ll feed you, okay?"

Jiang Jiamian stared at him expressionlessly for a long time, slowly opened his mouth, and said word by word, "Fuck you and your ancestors!"

Lou Yan was not angry, but the smile on his face widened a lot. He slowly raised his arm to support the bowl, and his joyful tone was particularly light, "My ancestors? Hahaha, they have been killed by me myself."

Lou Yan leaned over and pressed his face close to Jiang Jiamian’s eyes, "Do you know, their blood and flesh stained that yard, and it was scattered everywhere... Oh, by the way, it also dirtied my shoes, so I had to kill another shoe seller."

Jiang Jiamian looked at his eyes, which seemed to be extremely immersed and excited, and his heart trembled.

This is really a madman.

And half of this madness was caused by him.

So, he had nothing to say about it.

But saying something nice?

Or in this case?

Not to mention that the original owner didn’t have this kind of personality, nor did Jiang Jiamian have that kind of temperament, so there’s really no reason to bear it.

It’s fine to say nice things to Lou Yan when he is happy, but saying them when he is under pressure?

He is afraid this lunatic is just dreaming.

"Forget it. I don’t want you to starve to death, so as not to lose too much fun."

Lou Yan held the bowl tightly, then stretched out an arm to help Jiang Jiamian up, "I want you alive, trapped with me, forever. You will never escape, not as long as I’m still here."

Jiang Jiamian certainly didn’t feel anything special about it.

After all, it wasn’t the first time that he had to live a retirement life of never leaving the house because of the miserable and powerful bigshot.

But what he didn’t like was Lou Yan’s wanton torture of his body and his endless sarcasm.

His spiritual bones were broken, and his cultivation was destroyed. In this world of cultivation, where cultivation is everything, he has become a useless person.