Save the beautiful and tragic hero

It was not safe at night, so Mi Lu suggested that they take turns to watch the night. He would watch the first half of the night, and Hu Luyan would watch the second half of the night.

Of course, Hu Luyan can stay up until midnight if he wants to.

When Mi Lu was talking, Hu Luyan was sitting opposite him and lost his mind.

The night was so thick that Mi Lu couldn't see Hu Luyan's face and expression clearly, but could only vaguely feel Hu Luyan's eyes wandering back and forth on his face and body.

Mi Lu was silent for a while, before asking: "Do you want to watch the first or second night?"

Hearing this, Hu Luyan's unscrupulous eyes finally restrained, he changed his posture quite uncomfortably, quieted for a moment, and said in a very low voice: "You rest first."

Mi Lu felt a little strange hearing Hu Luyan's voice, but Hu Luyan didn't say anything, and he couldn't ask more questions.

After a lot of struggle in his heart, he gave up and said yes.

After running for a whole day, Mi Lu was really exhausted. Even in the perilous Demon Realm, not long after he closed his eyes, he still fell into a deep sleep.

If Mi Lu opened his eyes at this time, he would find that Hu Luyan, who had kept a certain distance from him, was standing up quietly.

Hu Luyan's movements were extremely light, and there was no movement as he walked over.

Finally, he stood beside Mi Lu.

Hu Luyan looked down at Mi Lu's sleeping face, and after a long time, he slowly squatted down.

Even if he couldn't see his appearance at this moment, he could still guess that his skin must be completely red.

Not only did the flames rampaging in his body not dissipate, but they burned more and more fiercely with the passage of time, almost igniting him.

It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, not even the chirping of insects.

However, Hu Luyan could clearly hear the sound of his blood boiling in his veins.

He was hot all over, and his whole body was in an extremely difficult state.

What broke him down a bit was that he couldn't control the flames in his body.

When he realized that the flames were rushing in a certain direction, his body stiffened to the extreme.

He tried hard to control his hands not to touch Mi Lu.

But just looking at Mi Lu's face like this, his high wall of reason was attacked like never before, as if there were fire burning, water rushing, and countless voices whispering in his ear.

It's okay to touch it.

Don't hold yourself back.

Anyway, he can't leave you.

So what if he can leave you?will you let him go?

No, he won't.

Hu Luyan answered this question in his heart.

No matter whether Mi Lu is willing or not, no matter what price he pays, he will not let Mi Lu leave his side. He once gave Mi Lu a chance, and it was Mi Lu who chose to stay.

From now on, even if he breaks Mi Lu's legs, locks Mi Lu up, binds Mi Lu up with a rope, or even keeps Mi Lu on his body for the rest of his life...

He also never let go.

Hu Luyan never restrained the gloom in his eyes, and the strong possessive desire that came with it.

He stared closely at Mi Lu who was sleeping unconscious, his increasingly dark eyes slid down Mi Lu's neck, little by little, as if he was putting an invisible shackle on Mi Lu.

But he knew in his heart that the set of shackles had two sides. While trapping Mi Lu, it also firmly trapped himself.

Just thinking about the possibility of Mi Lu leaving, his throat tightened, and his heart was so depressed that he was trembling even for breathing.

He still didn't dare take the risk.

The moment he got up, all the voices that bewitched him in his mind disappeared completely.

Hu Luyan turned around and walked away as if fleeing.

Mi Lu didn't know what kind of struggle Hu Luyan had experienced at night, he slept until dawn.

When he opened his eyes, Hu Luyan had already returned from looking around.

After staying up for a night, the effect of the plaster on Huluyan's body has disappeared, but Huluyan's condition looks very bad, his eyes are red, his face is pale, and his whole body is covered by a wave of If there seems to be no hostility shrouded.

Mi Lu was taken aback by Hu Luyan's appearance, and subconsciously thought that Hu Luyan was angry because he didn't get up to watch the night, so he quickly apologized: "Sorry, I just fell asleep last night for some reason..."

His voice was getting weaker and weaker.

He also wanted to ask Hu Luyan why he didn't call him to get up, but then thought of the suspicion of shirking responsibility for this question, so he had to swallow it back after circling it with the tip of his tongue.

As a result, Hu Luyan didn't take it seriously, and asked him coldly: "Have you rested yet?"

"Ah?" Mi Lu was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Have a good rest."

"Let's go." Hu Luyan raised his foot and left.

Along the way, Mi Lu was also a sensible person. Seeing that Hu Luyan's expression had not eased, he didn't dare to talk to Hu Luyan.

They would have to walk for at least three days and three nights to go to Drunken City, and pass through three or four towns. If they walked near the towns, they would inevitably encounter people from the demon world.

In order to avoid attracting attention, Mi Lu resolutely gave up taking a flying magic weapon or a carriage, and he chose to walk to Drunken City with Hu Luyan.

Anyway, I have been waiting for four years, and I am not afraid to wait a little longer.

However, the biggest disadvantage of walking is that it is easy to encounter monsters.

The monsters in the demon world are quite different from those in the outside world. Not only are they more powerful, but most of them have poison in their blood.

Hu Luyan killed monsters neatly, but he has little actual combat experience, he can't dodge, he can only attack, so that he didn't know until the blood of the monster penetrated his clothes and burned the skin of his right forearm. Respond with hindsight.

After beheading the monster, Mi Lu pulled Hu Luyan aside, used his spiritual power to tear off the sleeve of his right hand, and carefully exposed the bloody wound.

This time the injury was worse than last time.

Blood flowed out from the wound continuously and fell into the dry and cracked yellow earth, leaving a scarlet shadow under Hu Luyan's hands.

Mi Lu felt extremely painful looking at it, took out the handkerchief from the Qiankun bag, and gently cleaned the wound for Hu Luyan.

When picking up plasters again, he deliberately avoided the things he had looted from the warehouse of Yao Zongtang, and chose a box of high-grade plasters he had hoarded when he was still at Mi's house.

This box of plaster is naturally inferior to Wanyu ointment. It can neither prevent the loss of spiritual power, nor can it heal the wound in a very short period of time.

But the victory lies in knowing the roots and knowing the bottom line.

Mi Lu opened the box, took some plaster with the pad of his index finger like last time, and then pulled Hu Luyan's arm.

He was about to anoint the wound.

Unexpectedly, Hu Luyan suddenly retracted his arm.

"No." Hu Luyan rushed ahead of Mi Lu, "It's not this."

Mi Lu's hands paused, and he looked up suspiciously.

Seeing that Hu Luyan changed his previous expressionless face, his brows were tightly frowned, and his face was full of obvious resistance. After meeting Mi Lu's gaze, he shook his head: "It wasn't this last time."

"Oh——" Mi Lu suddenly realized, and then smiled consolingly, "I feel that the box of plaster is not right, and it was taken out of the Yao Zongtang, so I don't need it at all. This box of wound plaster is mine. I used it at home, although the effect is not as good as the plaster last time, but it is more reassuring to use it."

Hearing this, Hu Luyan actually took his hand back directly.

Mi Lu's hand holding Hu Luyan fell to nothing, and the doubts on his expression became more serious for a while, he looked at Hu Luyan eagerly: "What's wrong?"

"I don't need this." Hu Luyan said concisely, "I want to use that."

Mi Lu hesitated and said: "But that box of plaster may have side effects, I think your complexion has been bad."

Hu Luyan put it bluntly: "That is more useful."

Mi Lu: "..."

This made him unable to refute that the healing effect and speed of the box of Wanyu ointment were indeed witnessed by him and Hu Luyan.

The two stalemate for a while, Mi Lu finally compromised, put the plaster back into the Qiankun bag, and took out the box of Wanyu ointment again.

Open the box, the refreshing fragrance rushed into the nose.

Mi Lu didn't do what he wanted, and healed Hu Luyan's wound with Wanyu ointment.

That night, Mi Lu, who was supposed to wake up in the middle of the night to watch the night, slept until dawn again.

And Hu Luyan's complexion was even uglier than last time.

Although Hu Luyan didn't say it clearly, Mi Lu still noticed that something was wrong with Hu Luyan, so when Hu Luyan was injured again later, he insisted on applying ordinary plaster to Hu Luyan.

But the direct consequence of doing so is that Hu Luyan's old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have been added. Just one arm alone is scarred, and there are claw marks on the back that are as long as half an arm from being caught by monsters.

After ten days in a row, Hu Luyan's injuries still haven't healed.

In desperation, Mi Lu had no choice but to take out the box of Wanyu ointment again.

The harsh winter passed, and the spring when the ice and snow melted ushered in.

Although there are no obvious four seasons in the Demon Realm, Mi Lu can clearly feel the temperature rising after spring arrives.

Even when it was just April, Mi Lu and Hu Luyan put on thin summer clothes in advance.

The temperature continued to rise, and the hot sun was scorching the earth. The already dry and cracked yellow land was basking in the bright sunshine day by day, and it had reached the point where it could not wring out any moisture.

Such an environment is obviously not suitable for living in the wild, and going forward, the environment will only get worse.

Mi Lu had to start thinking about going to the city.

Towns in the Demon Realm are also very different from towns outside.

The people who will step into the devil world, except for the demon cultivators and the decent people who come to be spies, are the criminals or the ruined people who are not tolerated by the outside world. No matter who they are, they are dangerous to a certain extent, so Towns in the Demon Realm are more strictly guarded than outside towns.

Especially in this special period when the relationship between the good and the devil is fierce, the towns of the devil are strictly guarded, and not even a fly can fly in.

Under such circumstances, if Mi Lu and Hu Luyan want to go in, it must take a lot of effort.

It's a pity that Mi Lu has set foot in limited places, and this is the first time he came to the Demon Realm. He was blind when he walked in the Demon Realm. He has no experience in how to sneak into the towns of the Demon Realm.

Mi Lu thought about it day and night, but couldn't think of a way out, so he just closed his eyes and his heart, and walked towards the nearest town with Hu Luyan.

The town they went to was named Qicheng, which was small in scale, but it occupied an important traffic route. For thousands of years, people came and went in an endless stream, which naturally created a well-developed entertainment industry in Qicheng.

Even though Mi Lu has lived in the deep house for a long time, he has heard about Qicheng in the Demon Realm from various places.

I heard that there is a man named Huacheng in Qicheng, there are so many flower houses that you can see one family every five steps, and the girls in almost every flower house are beautiful, so it can be said that every Sai Diaochan .

Mi Lu also heard that Wan Ji, the flower of the demon world, came out of Qicheng.

When they came to the gate of Qicheng, they saw that the city wall was soaring into the sky, and a dozen or so magicians patrolled the city wall in an orderly manner.

From time to time, people want to enter the city below the city wall.

But the demon cultivators guarding the city gate did not intend to go down to open the gate, but stared at the people below with serious expressions as they walked into the barrier one by one.

As long as the barrier does not respond, it means that there is no problem with the people entering the city.

Mi Lu, who was hiding in the dark, watched this scene with his eyes, and his heart went cold for a while.

If Qi Cheng had let it go manually, he and Hu Luyan could still find a chance to sneak in, but Qi Cheng used an enchantment to detect the identity of passers-by.

In such a high-tech way...

It reminded Mi Lu of the security check when taking the subway or boarding the plane. It is true that people are not in modern times, but they seem to be still in modern times.

Hold……

Mi Lu scratched her hair in annoyance, and couldn't help cursing secretly.

He and Hu Luyan were sitting at a tea stand outside the city gate. The tea stand was doing well, and the tables around them were full of people—after all, it wasn't the two of them who couldn't enter the city.

Here, Mi Lu felt somewhat relieved to have found his kind.

"Are you sure Wan Ji will come back? I can't see it. I guess Wan Ji is playing outside so much that she even forgot where her roots are."

Suddenly, a man complained from the table on the right.

"You've said that too much." The white-haired man sitting next to the man patted the man's shoulder, "You also know about Wan Ji's situation. Her cultivation has stopped for so long, so she won't go out to look for it anymore. If there is a chance, is it going to waste a lot of time in Qicheng?"

The man sneered: "Looking for opportunities? Do you really believe her words?"

The white-haired man asked back: "Otherwise?"

"I'm afraid you haven't heard of it. Four years ago, Wan Ji held a competition in Jiuyao County outside. Whoever can pass through the Ten Thousand Snake Pit near Jiuyao County first, she agreed." Any condition of that person."

"What, what?" The white-haired man stuttered in shock, "Is that true?"

"My subordinates saw it with their own eyes, so there is still a fake?" the man said, "My subordinates also inquired about a young man who was the first to walk out of the Ten Thousand Snakes Pit, and Wan Ji showed his affection on the spot, but the young man refused. "

"what?!"

"By the way, that young man is called Hu Luyan." The man paused and said meaningfully, "You know Hu Luyan? It was Hu Luyan who turned upside down the decent and destroyed the entire Yaozong Hall in recent years. Law Yan."

"what?!!!"

The white-haired man was dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.

The man sitting opposite finished his tea and left.

After a while, another man he knew sat in the same seat.

The white-haired man finally struggled out of the shock. He looked around in a hurry and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he lowered his voice and said, "Did you know? Yan, but was rejected by Hu Luyan!"

"Ah?!" The man was no less shocked than the white-haired man, "Really?"

The white-haired man nodded solemnly: "I just heard it, it's absolutely true!"

Soon, another man sat at their table, and the other two immediately surrounded them.

"Big news, big news! Wan Ji and Hu Luyan are engaged!"

"Huh?" The new man opened his mouth wide, his eyes almost popped out, "Really?"

The white-haired man said: "You know that Wan Ji once held a marriage-seeking contest in Wanshekeng near Jiuyao County?"

"Contest for recruiting relatives?" The new man recalled it for a while. Although he thought the adjective "contest for recruiting relatives" was a bit weird, there was nothing wrong with it when he thought about it carefully, so he nodded, "I have indeed heard of it."

"They made their love in that competition for recruiting relatives." The white-haired man said vividly, "Du Luyan was the first person to walk out of the Ten Thousand Snake Pit. Wan Ji fell in love with him at first sight and launched a crazy pursuit. Lu Yan refused several times, but couldn't stand Wan Ji's enthusiasm, so she agreed."

Mi Lu who was listening: "..."

He knew how the rumors spread.

Three people become a tiger, this is not false at all.

Hearing the back, seven or eight people have gathered at the next table to join in the fun, and the love story of Wan Ji and Hu Luyan chasing each other and forcing me to hide has also developed to the point where they broke up for the first time.

Mi Lu couldn't take it any longer, got up abruptly, and was about to stop the white-haired man who was still talking nonsense, but when he heard a crackling sound, a long whip was thrown through the air, firmly Hit the man outside on the back.

The man's back blossomed in an instant, and a tragic cry came out of his mouth: "Ahhh! Who is it!"

The rest of the people were startled by the sudden movement, and even the white-haired man's voice stopped abruptly, and they looked up in unison.

They saw a tall young man with black hair and white face standing beside them holding a long whip.

The young man's eyes were dark, without any emotion in them. When he looked at them calmly, he seemed to be looking at some dead people.

While the look in their eyes made them feel extremely uncomfortable, there was also an inexplicable sense of fear welling up deep in their hearts.

Several people huddled together with blue faces, and finally the man who had just been whipped roared angrily: "Who are you? Are you courting death? How dare you hit me!"

Although the man was very imposing, but in action, he just covered his bleeding back with his backhand and dared not step forward.

Hu Luyan didn't even look at the man whose face was distorted in pain, and stared at the white-haired man with indifferent eyes: "I want to beat him, the others don't want to be beaten, so just go away."

The white-haired man shook violently, and subconsciously hid behind the others.

Hu Luyan stepped forward, flicked the long whip in his hand, and made a crisp sound in mid-air: "I will hit whoever stands in front."

After all, he threw the whip at the nearest person again.

The man screamed and hid aside.

Seeing this, the white-haired man was so frightened that cold sweat dripped down his face. He quickly called out the natal magic weapon, but before he could make the next move, a long whip wrapped around his natal magic weapon.

In the next moment, the natal magic weapon was separated from his hand, and was thrown to the ground by the long whip like broken copper.

The white-haired man froze and looked at Hu Luyan in horror. He opened his mouth and was about to speak when he was whipped head-on.

The whip hit the white-haired man's face, drawing a shocking bloodstain.

The white-haired man couldn't help the severe pain, fell to the ground, covered his face and rolled from side to side, screaming sharply, his scarlet face overflowing from between his fingers.

The rest of the people wanted to take advantage of the number to advance, but when they saw this scene in a blink of an eye, they retreated in unison. Even the people who had just been whipped twice just glared at Hu Luyan fiercely.

All the people in the tea stall were attracted by the movement here. They carefully looked at the looks of Hu Luyan and Mi Lu, and found that they had never seen these two people before.

At least they haven't seen these two people in Qicheng.

Just as they were discussing their identities, an exclamation suddenly sounded from the crowd.

"Look! Is that Miss Yangrong's carriage?"

"That's right! I've seen Miss Yangrong's carriage, it's that one!"

"In my lifetime, I can still pass Miss Yangrong at such a close distance. I will die without regret!"

The originally quiet tea stand suddenly became lively, making loud noises like boiling water.

The shouts came one after another, and the people who had been crowded around Hu Luyan to watch the excitement dispersed in a rush, and all rushed towards the side of the road.

There were only a few female demon cultivators standing behind with half-smiles and watching the excitement.

In comparison, Mi Lu and Hu Luyan, who were standing still, seemed a bit different.

After hearing the word "Yang Rong", the white-haired man lying on the ground and crying in pain tried his best to crawl towards the side of the road. His face was dripping with blood, and he called out the name of "Yang Rong".

Mi Lu got up and followed the eyes of the crowd.

I saw an exquisite carriage driving slowly on the road into the city. There was only one driver outside the carriage. The driver seemed to be accustomed to everyone's madness, and he drove the carriage forward without squinting.

But when passing in front of the tea stand, the coachman accidentally caught a glimpse of the white-haired man covered in blood on the ground. After a moment of surprise, the coachman flashed and appeared directly in front of the white-haired man.

Without further ado, the coachman took out the medicine powder from the Qiankun bag and sprinkled it on the white-haired man's face. After the bleeding on the white-haired man's face stopped, the coachman gently helped the white-haired man up.

"What's the matter with you!" asked the coachman, "what happened!"

The white-haired man burst into tears and cried, "Brother Ah Jian, I want to see Miss Yang Rong."

The coachman was a little embarrassed: "This..."

"Ah Jian." A pleasant voice came from the carriage, it should be the voice of the girl looking up, she said, "Bring him up and let me have a look."

The coachman said seriously, "Yes, Miss Yangrong."

After finishing speaking, the coachman picked up the white-haired man, and with a flash, he carried the white-haired man into the carriage together.

The people on the side of the road looked eagerly at the upturned carriage and listened to the movement inside, but unfortunately there was no sound inside, not even a single voice.

After waiting for a long time, the coachman named A Jian appeared again. To everyone's surprise, he actually flashed in front of Mi Lu, and politely made a gesture of invitation: "Young master, my lady wants to see you, but I don't know if you can do it." Is it a compliment?"

"..." Mi Lu, who was just a background board from the beginning to the end, was stunned for a long time, and pointed to himself, "Me?"

"Yes." Ah Jian said firmly, "It's you, my lord."