Quick Transmigration: A money-loving man meets a boy who gives away money!

Chapter 346 Sacrificing the Saintess vs. the Stubborn Demon Lord (3)

Climbing from sunrise to sunset, even though Yu Ci didn't feel tired, she felt bored. She stopped, took a deep breath and relaxed for a moment.

Above the blue sky, in the snow-capped palace, he rested his chin on his hand and looked at her with a fixed gaze, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

Why don’t you climb anymore? Do you want to give up?

She looked at the faint red line on her wrist and a seductive smile appeared on her face. She had waited for it for a long, long time and finally saw it.

How could she give up halfway?

There was a hint of teasing in his eyes, and a red silk flying down from the clouds seemed to have eyes. It aimed at where Yu Ci was, wrapped around her waist, and then quickly pulled her.

Yu Ci looked at the cloth around her waist and a moment of relief flashed across her eyes. It seemed... she was chosen.

But before they even met, the other party had chosen her so confidently that she secretly had a moment of doubt in her heart.

On the mountainside, the saints who were climbing so hard that they felt they were about to die of dehydration originally thought that they would be chosen by the Demon Lord, but they did not expect that the red silk would actually sweep away a mortal. Many of them were indignant.

They looked at Yu Ci's departing figure with some resentment, gritted their teeth, and continued to climb up.

The temporary novelty wore off, and the Demon Lord eventually needed suitable servants. They still didn't believe that they were no match for Yu Ci, a mere mortal.

Holding my breath, I climbed faster.

Finally, just before the sun set, they climbed to the top of the mountain one after another. There was a platform that was flattened by a huge force, and then a magnificent palace built according to the mountain terrain was located on it. Frost and snow covered the red walls and green tiles of the palace, forming a thick layer of snow.

The height is not cold.

He was originally holding on with all his strength, and no matter how strong a demon cultivator is, he is still tougher than a human cultivator, so he can't stand the slight drop in temperature.

But after reaching the top, a chilly wind blew, and the girls who were only wearing a thin white coat subconsciously crossed their arms and began to rub their arms to generate heat.

"What on earth is this place?"

"Why aren't you even a little angry?"

"No wonder the Demon Lord needs a maid. He should have selected a few hundred human slaves to come up and make fires and clean the house."

……

The sound of chirping spread in front of the palace, but no one dared to go in.

The thick snow on the ground was about calf-deep, and it was obvious that no one had ever walked there.

It seems that the Demon Lord rarely goes out.

Yu Ci was pulled into a house by a red silk ribbon. The remaining momentum after landing almost made her fall to the ground, but fortunately she managed to stabilize herself.

It seems that this Demon Lord is not a good-tempered person.

After Yu Ci steadied herself, she realized that the room was a little warm, as if there was a fire burning or the floor was heated by a fireplace.

He quickly scanned the surroundings and found a very elegant residence with lush trees and bamboos on the walls, an inkstone and a paperweight on the table, and a long scroll of plain paper underneath.

It really doesn't look like the residence of the Demon Lord, but more like the residence of an ancient lady of literature.

After she finished looking at the environment, her gaze fell on the end of the room, where a person with an unclear expression was sitting in a place where light and darkness were changing.

Her red dress was so pretty and eye-catching.

Yu Ci walked forward, getting closer to the other person step by step. The light coming through the curtains outside the doors and windows seemed to follow her, illuminating the environment in front of her.

The closer you get, the clearer you can see.

Until the moment she finally passed the jade bead curtain in front of her, she stopped and saluted to the other party, saying: "Greetings, Lord Demon!"

Behind the beaded curtain, Fu Si propped up his chin and asked lazily and casually: "What's your name?"

She had to know this person's name, otherwise it would be difficult to order him around in the future.

"Yu Ci." Yu Ci told the truth. The moment she lowered her head, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. Although the tone was completely different, she would never forget the texture of the voice even after such a long time.

Very similar...

Fu Si repeated the name "Yu Ci" softly. It was not easy to remember, but it was surprisingly impressive.

"Do you know what you need to do?" she asked with a smile.

"Serving you, sir." Yu Ci replied.

"Well, it's enough to know this." She nodded with satisfaction, and then moved slightly. A crisp metal friction sound was heard from the bead curtain, as if links of chains were colliding and colliding.

She said, "Come in and take me to the bed."

Yu Ci didn't understand what was going on. She raised her hand and gently pushed aside the pearl curtain that looked like a waterfall in front of her eyes. She saw a woman sitting on the couch in a red dress as white as snow, holding a roll of paper in her hand.

Her eyes first moved away from the book, then slowly fell on Yu Ci's eyebrows.

It was full of curiosity and teasing, without a trace of memory...

Kunlun...

Yu Ci subconsciously took two steps closer and looked at the face that looked exactly like her master's. Her heart ached.

"You, who are you?" She touched her heart. Didn't she seal her emotions? Why did she still feel so painful when she saw her?

Fu Si lowered his eyelashes and smiled at her. His eyes looked at Yu Ci as if he was looking at a fine artifact. He nodded with satisfaction, "Don't you know me?"

"Fusi, remember my name." She stretched out her hand towards Yu Ci and said in a commanding tone: "Hold me."

Yu Ci leaned over almost the second she opened her mouth and gently lifted her up.

Only then did she realize that she had a chain around her feet similar to the ones worn by prisoners. That thing should have the function of restricting her meridians. She could feel that her lower limbs were a bit thin, and she probably seldom exercised.

A deep and dense pain surged in my heart. How could she have fallen to this point?

"Where are you going, sir?" She had just lost her mind and for a moment she couldn't remember what she had said. The only thought left in her mind was that she felt sorry for the other person's legs.