Immortal, save me!

Luo Jin's eyes lit up, with beautiful shapes and clear eyes, staring at Mo Yin without blinking.

"I believe in immortals."

Mo Yin looked at the young man and smiled softly, and his picturesque eyebrows suddenly became vivid, like the boundless moonlight dyed with a warm halo, shimmering and shining.

He raised his hand and touched Luo Jin's head and said, "If you have anything to do, just go ahead and I will accompany you."

He remembered what Le Zhi said that day in his heart. He knew that Penglai Xiandao might never be found again, and he had nothing to do, so it was just right to follow Luo Jin.

Luo Jin didn't think so. He listened to the immortal's words and thought he knew the hatred in his heart, which meant that even if he left to seek revenge, Mo Yin would stay with him and never leave.

Thinking of this, Luo Jin felt happy, and something quietly sprouted in his heart, making him want to get closer, and then get closer, preferably without leaving any gap.

He took Mo Yin's slender white hand and entwined it with his little finger: "We pulled the hook and sealed it. It cannot be changed for the rest of our lives."

As he spoke, his thumbs met with Mo Yin's.

Mo Yin sighed in his heart, he is still a child after all.

"Cough cough."

"What are you doing?"

Le Zhi came over with the fragrant roasted rabbit meat. When he saw the two people's actions, he immediately laughed and opened his mouth to laugh at Luo Jin.

"Hey, it turns out that he is a little kid who doesn't even have hair, yet he still pulls a hook? Come on, come on, let me pull one too."

Luo Jin snorted coldly and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The three of them had eaten, packed their things and were ready to continue on their way.

The carriage drove all the way east and drove out of the mountain forest. The field of vision suddenly broadened. At a glance, the city gate in the distance was faintly visible.

There was a long queue outside the city gate, and several gatekeepers were checking passers-by one by one, holding portraits in their hands to compare with passers-by.

The carriage slowly stopped at a corner. Le Zhi took two sets of clothes and handed them to the two people in the car, shaking them out, one large and one small, one made of coarse cloth for men, and one for exquisite women's clothes.

Luo Jin looked at the women's clothes in her hand and her face turned dark.

He stared at someone driving the car with eyes like knives, wishing to cut him into pieces.

Le Zhi, on the other hand, faced the young man's murderous gaze and smiled, his face full of fun.

"Hurry up and change, we are still waiting to enter the city."

In fact, Luo Jin and the two did not show their original appearance in front of those monsters. They changed their clothes when they set off from Yicheng with the monsters. When they left the black shop on the outskirts of Qianshui Town, they were also not their original appearance, and they were even more disguised along the way. Dress up and the chances of being recognized are slim.

What's more, they had seen arrest warrants posted on city walls when they passed through other towns before, and the portraits on them were their original disguises.

But just in case, Luo Jin endured it.

He stumbled and changed into women's clothes, and suddenly noticed the gaze from the side. He saw that the immortal had already changed his clothes and was looking at him.

Luo Jin: "..."

He blushed with shame.

Before he could say anything, Mo Yin came closer, raised his hand to adjust his clothes, and briefly pulled back his hair. He didn't know where he took a red ribbon and tied it to his hair.

After finishing it, Mo Yin took a step back and took a look, and saw that the young man was wearing a red dress and a simple bun. His unusually delicate appearance was much softer under this outfit, and his lips became redder and his teeth whiter. At first glance, he only looked... As a beautiful little girl. Mo Yin nodded with satisfaction.

Luo Jin: "..."

He was tempted to say it didn't have to be so meticulous.

But the person who tied his hair was an immortal. He endured the shame and looked at Mo Yin with a grin, looking very silly.