The group of people with Nian Jiaojiao paid no attention to the words of the other party, as they were all confident in the disguise on her face.
So, Qiu Shu pretended to be foolish and said:
"What Jiao? Who are you talking about? We don't have the person you're looking for here!"
At this moment, the man in the black veil chuckled:
"Heh, you thought I was bluffing you? Nian Jiaojiao, I already placed a tracking scent on you. Getting rid of this scent isn't as simple as taking a bath.
This scent is colorless and odorless. It won't disappear for at least half a year, and my little darling likes this scent very much~ It can track the scent from a thousand miles away.
Look, it's excited right now~"
As he spoke, the man in the black veil extended his hand, allowing everyone to see the black beetle on the back of his hand.
Seeing that escape was impossible, Nian Jiaojiao stopped pretending. She stepped forward and said with a frown:
"Jun Ye."
Seeing Nian Jiaojiao step forward and call his name, Jun Ye happily said:
"I never thought that after only two encounters, the head of Nian Tong would remember me! Hmm~ No, now I should call you the head of Nian An."
Nian Jiaojiao's expression was grave.
The other party knew her situation like the back of his hand, clearly having someone secretly watching her all along.
Being specially noticed by this somewhat "perverted" male protagonist of the book, she felt no joy at all. Instead, her back felt a chill.
"What do you want?"
In response to Nian Jiaojiao's question, Jun Ye calmly replied:
"Nothing much? I just want to invite you to stay at the Black Lotus Cult for a long time~"
"What!!!"
Nian Jiaojiao let out a scream like a "groundhog."
Behind her, her junior sister marveled:
"Truly amazing. They've only been out of the royal city for a while, and two handsome men have already come to ask to take them away one after another."
"Don't misunderstand, I'm just asking you to work at the Black Lotus Cult."
Jun Ye narrowed his eyes.
He just wanted to invite the other party to continue writing books at the Black Lotus Cult...
Well, such talent shouldn't be wasted.
If she were allowed to roam outside again, who knew when she would continue writing.
Jun Ye was very dissatisfied with Nian Jiaojiao's writing speed.
Seeing her reluctant expression, he leaned in and said charmingly:
"Of course, if you do a good job, it's not like you won't get any benefits~"
Nian Jiaojiao retreated several steps, her mouth twitching:
"It's hard to say whether it's a benefit or a punishment..."
Jun Ye's face changed instantly. His eyes, which were full of smiles, suddenly became cold and merciless.
He said coldly:
"Then it's not up to you."
Saying that, he clapped his hands and casually said:
"Bring the person up—"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black dragged over a young master in luxurious robes.
Seeing the disheveled man, Nian Jiaojiao said:
"I'm not familiar with him. Let the irrelevant people go."
Cui Qingluo had never been treated like this before. He struggled desperately:
"What are you doing? I am the sixth young master of the Cui family, Cui Qingluo. Let me go quickly! Otherwise, my mother will surely..."
*Slap—*
"Shut up! Noisy!"
After a loud slap, Jun Ye moved his wrists.
At this moment, Nian Jiaojiao's pupils trembled.
He was Cui Qingluo?
Male lead number two?
Nian Jiaojiao had never seen Cui Qingluo's true face before, only heard that he was a handsome man.
But what was the situation now?
Male lead number two was beaten by male lead number three?
And male lead number three was holding male lead number two hostage to threaten her?
This was simply unbelievable!
Both of them were part of Nian Zhenzhen's harem. In the book, she hadn't seen them have any grievances. Instead, they had joined forces to deal with the male confidantes around Nian Zhenzhen.
But looking at them now, how did these two get along peacefully back then?
Regarding Nian Jiaojiao's reaction, Jun Ye only thought that she was feeling sorry for Cui Qingluo.
For some reason, he felt a hint of discomfort...
But Jun Ye quickly ignored this hint of emotion. He drew a soft sword from his waist and placed it on Cui Qingluo's shoulder, looking at Nian Jiaojiao and said:
"Are you going with me obediently? Or should I kill him and then drag you away?"
Seeing that Jun Ye was serious, Cui Qingluo also became much more obedient. He calmed down, knowing that even his powerful mother couldn't save him.
Once a person is gone, nothing remains.
Making threats would only hasten his death.
His path to survival lay with the woman in front of him.
Although he didn't know why this perverted man called Qiu Yu by the name Nian Jiaojiao.
But none of that mattered, the key was...
Cui Qingluo's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and he looked at Nian Jiaojiao for help, saying:
"Miss Qiu, you, you don't need to worry about me, I..."
Nian Jiaojiao: ...
Your change is too fast, do you think I'm an idiot?
Maintaining her persona was no longer useful.
Therefore, Nian Jiaojiao did not immediately agree to the man in black's request as Cui Qingluo had hoped, thereby saving him.
While both sides were in a stalemate, Jun Ye couldn't wait any longer. He swung his soft sword without hesitation, preparing to cut off Cui Qingluo's head.
At this moment, Nian Jiaojiao waved her fan and said:
"The great wind whirls and spins."
As soon as she obtained the wooden fan, Nian Jiaojiao had already been thinking about what words to carve on the wooden fan to deal with enemies at any time.
This was one of the sentences, used to repel enemies.
[Wood Fan Driving Objects] inscribing poems on such driving objects had a long-lasting effect. The wooden fan in Nian Jiaojiao's hand had the effect of preserving poems for three years. The inscribed poems could be driven directly without re-engraving for three years when fighting enemies.
As soon as Nian Jiaojiao finished speaking, a strong wind arose, blowing Jun Ye and Cui Qingluo back repeatedly, and the soft sword in Jun Ye's hand fell from Cui Qingluo's shoulder.
Nian Jiaojiao seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and struck Jun Ye's shoulder with a palm, then pulled Cui Qingluo over, shielding him within her safety zone.
After all, Cui Qingluo had run out of the city to find their group. The Cui family head could find out with a little investigation.
If Cui Qingluo disappeared without a trace, she and the Qiu family might not be able to escape.
Jun Ye's Qi and blood vibrated from the attack, but in reality, he wasn't even lightly injured.
Despite this, he appeared extremely enraged.
He laughed maniacally and said:
"Good, good, good! I see you won't shed tears until you see the coffin! Elder Zheng, Elder Huang, please make a move."
Knowing that Nian Jiaojiao was with people from the miscellaneous learning school, he had specifically brought two elders from the cult.
After Jun Ye finished speaking, two old men walked out from behind him and attacked quickly.
The three people behind Nian Jiaojiao, Qiu Hezi, also reacted quickly and confronted the two elders.
For a time, the two sides fought to a draw.
However, Nian Jiaojiao found herself facing Jun Ye.
Nian Jiaojiao knew very well that her chances of winning were too low if she fought Jun Ye now.
But she was no longer the same person she was when she first encountered Jun Ye. She had now reached the realm of driving objects, and was not at the mercy of others.
Therefore, although she didn't have the strength to fight, she still had the strength to escape.
As for Qiu Hezi and the other two, Jun Ye couldn't threaten them.
And with herself and Cui Qingluo here, they were the ones holding them back the most.
Nian Jiaojiao's mind raced, while Jun Ye only saw her as prey.
After all, who would have thought that in such a short time, someone could cross a major realm!
Jun Ye said with a half-smile:
"It's still not too late for you to come with me now. I only want you."
Nian Jiaojiao thought to herself:
I can't bear it!
But she said the opposite: "Okay."
Seeing Nian Jiaojiao agree so readily, Jun Ye was overjoyed, but he didn't completely let down his guard.
At this moment, Nian Jiaojiao said:
"I have troubled this innocent young master. I apologize to him. You let him go, and I will go with you."
Jun Ye nodded, but did not speak, his eyes fixed on her.
Nian Jiaojiao, under immense pressure, walked up to Cui Qingluo and whispered:
"Young Master Cui Qingluo, is it? I'm sorry for dragging you down."
Cui Qingluo's expression was complicated: "Who are you?"
Nian Jiaojiao did not answer him. She suddenly grabbed his hand with her left hand, and held the fan in her right hand, saying:
"I wish to ride the wind and return."
As soon as she finished speaking, Cui Qingluo and Nian Jiaojiao disappeared like a gust of wind.
Jun Ye's expression turned grim.
He had previously thought that the fan was a treasure from the miscellaneous learning school used for Nian Jiaojiao's self-defense, but he did not expect it to be an object driven by her inscribing poems herself.
He looked at the empty space in front of him and gritted his teeth:
"Nian! Jiao! Jiao!"