"I'm not telling you. You're a bad person. Take this!"
Though Zhou Zhiruo was young, she was calmer than her other senior sisters and still remembered to strike Jiang Siming with her palm.
But that little bit of palm force wasn't even enough to make Jiang Siming feel itchy.
He easily deflected Zhou Zhiruo's palm strike, pulled her into his arms, and abducted her along with Ding Minjun.
"Go back and tell your master, Abbess Miejue, that these two precious disciples of hers have become my fortress brides. If she wants to ransom them, bring ten thousand taels of gold or something of equal value to exchange for them. Brothers, close the gates!"
After saying this, Jiang Siming hoisted the two beauties over his shoulders and swaggered back into the stronghold.
Once the gates were shut, the other Emei Sect disciples looked at one another. In the end, they chose to flee back and report to their master.
A new tyrant had appeared on Solitary Mountain! Only their master could deal with him.
After night fell, the Flying Wolf Gang's stronghold was brightly lit. The underlings cooked wine and slaughtered sheep to celebrate their new leader's first victory and the rout of the Emei Sect.
They had never even dared dream of such a thing before. They all thought that following their new leader meant they would have Good Days ahead.
Jiang Siming sat in the seat of honor, completely uninterested in the delicacies on the table.
These ancient foods, especially things prepared by bandits in a mountain stronghold, were all crude and hastily made. How could they compare with modern cuisine?
Although he didn't eat, with Jiang Siming's strength at the Golden Core stage, he could easily go a month without food.
Still, the feeling was quite satisfying. So