After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

The night in the Demon Realm is very different from that in the mortal world. Under the deep purple sky, a blood moon hangs high above.

The moonlight elongated the silhouettes of everyone, and Zhou Changming followed Qiu Shengmiao and climbed the stairs leading to Mingyufang.

He found that the steps under his feet were magical, as long as he stepped on them, there would be a crisp and pleasant echo.

It's like hitting a stone with a pot, and hitting ice like a jade.

"I heard that this is the origin of the name Mingyufang,"

Qiu Sheng Miao whispered in his ear, "All the buildings in the workshop are made of a special spar, once touched by external force, it will emit a sound of gold and jade."

Zhou Changming nodded and smiled reluctantly.

He was feeling very uncomfortable now, so he could only use other excuses to distract himself.

Clutching his throbbing belly, he looked at Lin Chushu's back from a distance, and clearly felt that there seemed to be some kind of close bond between himself and that person.

Even though he was at a distance from himself, the sense of presence was still too strong.

Qiu Shengmiao saw that he was not interested, so he raised his head and looked forward, as if looking left and right to find someone, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a joyful smile rippled from his eyes:

"Ah Zhuo! I'm here!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a thin figure in black clothes approached, with his tightly bunched black hair raised high, his demeanor was extraordinarily cold.

It wasn't until the man approached that Zhou Changming could see his appearance clearly. He was tall and tall, and his facial features were straight and upright, but there was a conspicuous scar on the left brow bone, which added a bit of coolness to him.

"Senior brother, you guys came so late, could it be that the master respects him..."

The black-clothed boy seemed to be unfriendly to strangers, but his attitude towards Qiu Shengmiao could be called friendly.

It's just that when his eyes fell on Zhou Changming inadvertently, he paused abruptly.

"Dare to ask this is..."

"Master, everything is fine. This is his new spiritual servant, named Zhou Changming,"

Qiu Shengmiao seemed to be quite pleased with his tone, "Chang Ming, this is Master's second disciple Jiang Yuzhuo, who is my junior brother."

Jiang Yuzhuo nodded. He was stationed in Mingyufang on behalf of Mo Xingsi, so he naturally knew the first-hand news of Suying's report.

Originally, he was not surprised by Zhou Changming's appearance, but this person's appearance was so familiar that his heart skipped a beat.

Subconsciously looking back and forth between the two in front of him, Jiang Yuzhuo pursed his lips and tried to calm down his tone:

"Mingyu Fangzhu has been waiting for a long time, you should follow me to the gathering hall as soon as possible."

Everyone immediately walked in the direction he pointed.

Qiu Shengmiao deliberately slowed down her pace and fell behind the team with him.

"Not bad, you kid finally remembered to protect the face of senior brother in front of others."

Taking advantage of no one noticing, he put his arm around Jiang Yuzhuo's shoulder.

The latter blushed imperceptibly coldly, and then immediately slapped off his hand on his shoulder, with a look of disgust:

"It's almost done... Speaking of which, don't you think that Mr. Zhou looks a bit like someone?"

"Like who?"

Qiu Shengmiao looked confused.

……

The overall architectural style of Mingyufang is retro and elegant, with back corridors and high eaves.

However, all the pillars and walls are made of polished spar, which looks somewhat similar to a mirror maze at first glance.

When passing by a certain wall, Zhou Changming subconsciously looked at his reflection more, and was momentarily stunned.

How...how could she look exactly like her real world self?

A common problem with holographic brainwave games is that the default image of the player is the same as the player himself.

When the system was running normally before, he could still modify various appearance details, but now it's good, directly revealing his true colors completely.

There are npcs around, even if you see your true face, it is not scary, the key is Lin Chushu...

Will he discover similarities between himself and his past identities?

Zhou Changming felt chills down his spine when he thought of the system punishment that might be caused by his identity being exposed.

Unexpectedly, he raised his eyes, and his eyes just met Lin Chushu who was looking back in front of him.

That person's gaze was cold and indifferent, like a mist of ice crystals, Zhou Changming felt that he had been seen through in an instant, and there was nowhere to hide his thoughts.

Did he see something?

Just looking at each other for a short moment was enough for him to break out in a cold sweat, coupled with physical discomfort, he couldn't help but staggered a few steps.

Fortunately, Qiu Shengmiao beside him had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed his arm: "What's wrong?"

"fine……"

His heart was beating too fast, and his voice was a little hoarse. After standing still with Qiu Sheng's strength, he found that Lin Chushu had already looked away.

The momentary panic just now... must be his own illusion, right?

Zhou Changming shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to put his chaotic thoughts behind him.

But Qiu Shengmiao was very worried about his abnormality, pulled Jiang Yuzhuo from left to right, escorted him to sit down in the Huiju Hall, and put the dish in front of his eyes graciously:

"You look so pale, I'm afraid you are exhausted from the journey? Hurry up and eat something to rest."

"Thank you." Zhou Changming sighed lightly.

Facing the array of delicacies in front of him, even though he was hungry and thirsty, he couldn't arouse any interest.

Have you ever exposed any flaws, why you have a weird feeling when you see Lin Chushu, and what is going on with your body...

Could it be that it has something to do with the spirit deed?

He was immersed in his thoughts, and he didn't notice until the people around him got up that Chu Yuexi, the owner of the workshop, had already picked up his wine glass and greeted the guests from afar:

"This time the ghost market is in chaos, thanks to Chaoyin Pavilion for lending a helping hand. Now, on behalf of Mingyufang, I would like to express my gratitude for your contributions."

Mingyufang is a chamber of commerce in the Three Realms, and its core members are of mixed races. Chu Yuexi was born in the Tu Ling clan in the spiritual realm.

It is rumored that with his strong cultivation and excellent means, he has been the owner of Mingyu Workshop for nearly a hundred years, and he has promoted the rapid expansion of this No. [-] auction house in the Three Realms.

Chu Yuexi had a pair of ruddy purple eyes, his gaze lightly glanced around, although he was smiling, it made people uncontrollably nervous.

When he looked at Lin Chushu, Zhou Changming vaguely sensed a different meaning.

There was wariness and probing in those eyes, and it seemed to reveal a bit of intimacy.

Zhou Changming was watching intently, when Chu Yuexi suddenly turned around and met his gaze.

In an instant, he only felt a buzzing in his head, and a needle-like pain in his forehead.

Zhou Changming didn't know what his intentions were, so he had to turn his face hastily, and raised the wine glass in front of him to cover up his abnormality.

No one noticed Chu Yuexi's small movements, he watched Zhou Changming's reaction with great interest, and waited until the man avoided in embarrassment, then turned to Lin Chushu's direction, and raised his glass from a distance:

"Jiangyue Immortal Venerable has worked hard on this trip. I heard that you have recruited a new spiritual servant, so it must be the one opposite you?"

Lin Chushu nodded indifferently. Although Zhou Changming's movements were obvious, he never glanced in that direction.

It seemed that what Chu Yuexi said was not a life-and-death contract, but some innocuous little things.

"You, really..."

Chu Yuexi obviously anticipated his reaction and shook his head helplessly.

He paused, his expression gradually became solemn:

"Recently, there have been frequent anomalies on the Xingyun Disk, which may be related to the frequent appearance of the Demon Heart Stone. The ghost market is in chaos, and I hope that the Immortal Venerable can send this news back to Chaoyin Pavilion as soon as possible, so we can make a decision."

Lin Chushu raised his eyebrows slightly. As for the effectiveness of the "Magic Heart Stone", other than the ruling institutions of the Three Realms and the high-level officials of Mingyufang, no one else is clear about it.Because this spar is too terrifying, once more people know about it, it may cause a large-scale panic.

The number of magic heart stones in the ghost market is small, which has already caused serious turmoil. If there are more magic heart stones, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Everyone present didn't notice anything was wrong, but Zhou Changming had already attracted the attention of the term "Magic Heart Stone".

When he played games before, he had never heard of such a setting, and based on the situation in the ghost city and the description of Mingyufang, he even felt that rather than saying that the magic heart stone is a dangerous substance, it would be better to describe it as a certain substance. A virus came at the right time.

He rubbed his painful temples, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Since the magic heart stone may infect all races indiscriminately, why would they give such tasks to Lin Chushu so confidently?

Did he fancy his profound cultivation, or was there some unknown special reason?

Thinking of that person, my stomach felt empty again.

He covered his abdomen and bowed down, his clear eyes gradually became blurred.

……

After drinking for three rounds, the banquets were over one after another. Since it was getting late, everyone stayed in the guest house of Mingyufang.

When Lin Chushu passed a corridor, he suddenly stopped and glanced to the side.

"Master, Master..."

Someone stood up from the shadow of the roadside, half of her beautiful face was immersed in the moonlight, it was the sound of autumn.

Before he finished speaking, Lin Chushu said lightly:

"What happened to him?"

"Yes, Changming him, he is not feeling well." Qiu Shengmiao blinked, a trace of panic flashed between his brows.

Ever since Jiang Yuzhuo pointed out that he looks similar to Zhou Changming, he has been a little uneasy.

Although the master is notoriously alienated and indifferent, he is always able to forgive him as a disciple.

Now, the master has accepted the mirage who looks similar to him as a spiritual servant without hesitation, and doesn't even care about others' criticisms, could it be...

Could it be out of caring for oneself?

Qiu Shengmiao was so moved that she wanted to cry.

After all, the current him is not ranked among the disciples of the chiefs at all.

In the future, he must work a hundred times and a thousand times to live up to this deep friendship.

"He's resting in the guest room at the end of the corridor," he said with his eyes reddened and his head bowed.

"After all, the spiritual deed is of great importance. The disciple is worried that something will happen, and I hope the master can go to check it."

Lin Chushu didn't know the turbulent waves in Qiu Shengmiao's heart, he nodded, waved his sleeves, and flew towards Zhou Changming's guest room.

The moonlight traced his slender figure, and everything was silent, only the faint sound of the wind remained.

When he came to the half-covered door, Lin Chushu suddenly stopped, and glanced coldly to the side:

"Why are you here?"

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