Chapter 3

"Well, where is this from? It's a good way to sprinkle poison powder. "

Ji Rao flew down from the tree and landed steadily. He twisted a red thread in his hand. If he looked carefully, it was a red thread that blocked the knife.

"Ji Rao!"

As soon as Ji Rao appeared, the group called out Ji Rao's name.

Without him, the leader of Ji sect has a high-profile nature. Few people in the Wulin don't know Ji Rao. Because of his rare good appearance, almost everyone has a picture of him. Ji Rao's appearance ranks first in all kinds of storybooks.

Ji Rao was dressed in fiery red clothes and a hat. All her hair was put into a high hat, revealing only two wisps of sideburns in front of her. The tassels on her hat hung on her chest. The beautiful face was full of smile. His head was slightly raised and his eyes were slightly upturned. There was a kind of natural beauty, but there was no hook or lead in it. It was just a look of scorn. His lips were as if he had been soaked in blood. He appeared here, just like a charming spirit.

"Master." Song Qing was a little surprised, "how did the leader come?"

Ji Rao didn't know when he pinched a fan in his hand. He opened the fan and revealed the clean and inked fan with some red irises painted on it. Everyone in the cult knows that the leader loves irises best.

At this time Ji Rao fan half cover face, only show a pair of water eyes with smile, can't help but let people see crazy.

"Just passing by." Ji Rao's face is not red and his heart is not beating. "Isn't our leader late?"

Song Qing shook his head in tears and laughter.

Several famous and decent people did not pay attention to them. They waved swords to each other angrily and yelled, "You evil people of evil cult..."

Ji Rao laughed scornfully.

This smile made the speaker blush, but he still said, "I advise you to admit your mistake. I can also let you go back to the cult alive, otherwise, you will regret going down the mountain!"

Ji Rao carelessly fans the fan and doesn't care about his clumsy threat, "I don't know if the poison powder of my demon sect works well?"

The man was speechless.

It's really the poison powder of the demon sect that I just used. It's colorless, tasteless, quick to attack and has good efficacy. Although those people in the Jianghu can't touch it because it's from the demon sect, there are also some people who use the demon sect in their hands and want to kill the hypocrites of the demon sect.

Ji Rao looks at these people, although a smiling face, but there is no smile in his eyes.

Ji Rao's father was schemed to death by a famous and decent family. Ji Rao's mother was a member of the flying flower house. Because he was with the leader of the demon sect, he was regarded as a traitor by all the sects in the Wulin. When he was a child, he was tied to a post by the people of the flying flower house and burned to death. Therefore, Ji Rao has always had a bad impression on these noble families, especially the flying flower studio.

The protagonist is the little master of Feihua studio.

Therefore, Ji Rao's hatred of the banquet court in his later period is justifiable.

If Song Qing is willing to protect the law for his whole life, he can't be mixed with any banquet court. Of course, he can't do anything to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Even if he does, he can't be in front of Song Qing. In the original text, because of his arrogance, the leader of Ji sect explained to Song Qing that he did things for Song Qing without leaving a name, which led to Song Qing's falling in favor of him, and finally turned into hatred.

Now Ji Rao is not that stupid.

His hair was shaken slightly by the fan, his tone was contemptuous, and his eyes were the same. It seemed that if he looked at these people more, his eyes would be dirty.

"The person who bullied my demon sect, have you asked the leader what he meant?"