Save the beautiful and tragic hero

Mi Lu went back to the house and lay down, thinking over and over of the girls that Hu Luyan had been in contact with in the past few years, but after much deliberation, he didn't think of any girl who was close to Hu Luyan.

If you don't have to say a person's words...

Mi Lu felt that Hu Luyan was the closest to him.

But the person Hu Luyan wanted to try could never be him.

Not to mention that the book they are in does not describe the emotional line of gay men at all, judging from Hu Luyan's attitude towards Xiaozhen four years ago, it is impossible for Hu Luyan to like men.

Could it be that which girl Hu Luyan fell in love with before meeting him?

But Hu Luyan was not more than 14 years old before meeting him, so it was too precocious.

Mi Lu thought about it in the middle of the night, and really couldn't think of a result. If he didn't want to, it was impossible. If this problem wasn't resolved soon, I'm afraid that Hu Luyan would say many shocking things in the future.

Why don't you try to match Hu Luyan and Yang Rong again, after all, besides Yang Rong, Hu Luyan doesn't seem to get along so harmoniously with any girl.

After making up his mind, Mi Lu turned over, preparing to feel sleepy.

He had turned sideways to the wall, but when he turned over, his face was facing the arch leading to the outer room.

The height of the arch is just enough to accommodate one person, but its width can accommodate four or five people at once.

Therefore, when there is only one person standing in the middle of the arch, it will inevitably appear a bit empty.

There was no light in the room, but with his cultivation, Mi Lu could still see the dark figure hidden in the night.

The man was facing him, standing motionless in the middle of the arch.

At first glance, it seems that a dead thing without a soul has been thrown there randomly.

However, Mi Lu knew that that person was not a dead thing.

Because he felt the man's eyes wandering wantonly on him.

In an instant, Mi Lu broke out in a cold sweat.

who's that person?

When did that person come?

Why didn't he notice it at all?

Mi Lu's body was rigidly maintaining the movement of lying on his side, his eyes fixed on the figure of that person.

That person didn't intend to take the next step at all. In the thick night, he just looked at Mi Lu quietly.

After a while, Mi Lu jumped up from the bed and quickly summoned the Biyou Sword from the Qiankun bag.

At the same time as he was moving, the man rushed towards him with lightning speed, and then stabbed Mi Lu with the short knife in his hand.

Mi Lu subconsciously blocked it with Biyou Sword.

When the knife and the sword collided, there was an ear-piercing crisp sound.

The man's strength was so great that he even poured a wave of spiritual power into the dagger, which made the hilt of the Biyou sword tremble non-stop, and made Mi Lu's entire palm feel numb.

Mi Lu took a deep breath, and almost lost consciousness in the arm holding Biyou Sword.

Fortunately, he reacted in a timely manner, and when he was about to be unable to bear it, he drew his sword to avoid the force of the man's next short knife.

The short knife stabbed the bed where he had slept, piercing more than half of the knife in an instant.

Soon, the quilt pierced by the short knife seemed to be soaked in ink, smearing a black that was deeper and thicker than the night.

Mi Lu saw the problem at a glance.

The blade of the dagger is poisonous!

It seemed that the man was going to put him to death.

Mi Lu couldn't detect the opponent's cultivation, and knew he couldn't beat him, so he threw down a smoke bomb in a hurry, turned around and wanted to escape from the window.

Unexpectedly, that person saw through his trick, and quickly dodged to block his way, flipped his palm, and stabbed him fiercely with a poisonous dagger.

Mi Lu's cultivation, strength, and speed were all inferior to the opponent's. Even though he tried his best to dodge to the side, he still couldn't avoid the point of that person's knife.

Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to pierce his shoulder, a hand suddenly came across from the side.

The dagger was out of hand.

Followed by.

With a puff.

A warm liquid splashed onto Mi Lu's face. Before Mi Lu could realize what the liquid was, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

The next moment, the other hand gently wrapped around Mi Lu's waist and took Mi Lu back.

Mi Lu turned his head in surprise and saw Hu Luyan's face.

Hu Luyan looked at that person with icy eyes, pursed the corners of his mouth, and suddenly retracted his five fingers to grab the short knife as if he was being stabbed into the palm of his hand.

More blood poured out from the palm of Hu Luyan's palm, patter patter, and fell to the ground like beads with a broken thread.

That person didn't seem to expect Hu Luyan to be so cruel to him, he hesitated for a moment, and then gave up the second dagger.

But Hu Luyan didn't give him a chance to retreat, and slashed towards the man's throat with the half of the blade that passed through the palm of his hand.

That one was in a hurry, barely dodging.

As a result, Hu Luyan's next move was faster, and after pulling out the short knife with the other hand, he approached the person extremely fast.

That person only had time to see a phantom, and when he reacted, severe pain suddenly exploded in his chest.

His neck was strangled, and all the spiritual energy in his body was rushing in one direction, overflowing his fingertips, scrambling to get into Hu Luyan's body.

He stared at Hu Luyan with wide-eyed eyes, and the horror was beyond words.

He tried to struggle, but his limbs were weak, and even the last bit of spiritual power was pulled out of his body by that invisible force.

Hu Luyan raised the hand that was pinching his neck, and the pierced hand held the handle of the short knife, stabbing straight at the heart of his chest.

"Who are you?" Hu Luyan said coldly, "I've told you, I can spare your life."

Hearing this, the man said with a painful expression: "I, I am the killer of the Wuwang Gang. I took someone else's mission and came here to assassinate you..."

"Whose mission?"

"No, I don't know..." The man's aura was weak, and the chest pierced by Hu Luyan with a short knife was smeared with black, and the spreading venom was devouring his life.

Hu Luyan held the short knife expressionlessly and slashed down.

Blood gushed out.

The man let out a heart-piercing scream, and he seemed to gain some strength, panting heavily: "Yes, it is the person from the decent side, who is it, I, we don't know, we took it Only their deposit will be used to carry out the mission."

"What mission?"

"Stop, stop you from going to Drunk City." The man was already gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face, and begged humbly, "I, I've told you everything I know, can you, can you let me go? ..."

Hu Luyan slightly hooked his lips: "Yes."

After that, he suddenly let go of the hand that was pinching the man's neck.

The man fell to the ground, sat up with hands and feet together, then struggled to take out a few pills from the bag and swallowed them whole.

He didn't care about digesting the pill, and after recovering some strength, he got up to run.

But as soon as he ran to the window, he heard the sharp sound of sharp knives piercing through the air.

He turned around reflexively, and was stabbed in the chest by the short knife again.

The hand holding the short knife slashed down mercilessly, the chest and abdomen were cut, and the things inside fell to the ground in a crash.

The man looked down dully, as if he hadn't realized what was going on.

At this time, Hu Luyan's cold voice sounded: "You can forgive me if you accept the task."

Swipe away with a knife.

"You can forgive me for performing the task."

Another knife swung away.

"But if you don't kill me, kill him first." The voice paused, and as the words disappeared, the short knife directly pierced the man's head.

The sound of bones breaking was very dull.

The man fell to the ground slowly, staring at Hu Luyan's face with eyes that were stretched to the extreme by fear, and his thin lips moved slightly, spitting out a cold and piercing glare: "Unforgivable .”

When Yang Rong and Ah Jian arrived after hearing the news, the servants were packing up the killer's body.

Although the servants are demon cultivators with low cultivation bases, they are demon cultivators anyway. What kind of scenes have you never seen?

However, when picking up the killer's scattered corpses, several servants couldn't hold back and ran under the tree to retch.

Yang Rong walked over and asked, "Are they all right?"

"Miss Hui, one is fine and the other is busy." One of the servants barely suppressed the desire to vomit, but his face was extremely ugly. He pointed to Yang Rong downstairs, "The deputy pavilion master is also inside, miss go in and have a look .”

When Yang Rong heard the word "something", she immediately became anxious, and hurried into Hu Luyan's room with her skirt in hand.

Running from the outer room to the inner room, one could see a few people standing silently by the bed, and Yan Wen, the deputy cabinet master, was sitting by the bed, looking solemnly at the outstretched hand of the person on the bed.

Looking up, she took a closer look and found that the person lying on the bed was Hu Luyan.

But the strange thing is that Hu Luyan's eyes were closed and his brows were tightly furrowed. He looked very uncomfortable, but his whole face was flushed red, even his ears and neck were red, and the hand he stretched out must have been injured. , was tightly wrapped in gauze.

Seeing that Yan Wen hesitated to speak, Mi Lu couldn't help asking: "Deputy Pavilion Master, is his condition serious?"

Yan Wen sighed: "Fortunately, the killer has the antidote on him, the injury on his hand is not serious, it's just other aspects..."

"Other aspects?" Mi Lu asked, "What aspect?"

Yan Wen was silent for a moment, raised his eyes and scanned the other people behind Mi Lu, and waved them back, leaving only Mi Lu and Yang Rong.

"Young Master Mi, tell me the truth, have you prescribed other medicines for Young Master Hulu?"

Mi Lu thought for a while, and quickly remembered, hurriedly took out the Wanyu ointment he had just used from the Qiankun bag, and handed the Wanyu ointment to Yan Wen with both hands.

Just now he was really frightened by Huluyan's blackened palms after being poisoned, so he rushed to the doctor and used Wanyu ointment. He didn't rush to feed Huluyan until he was reminded by Huluyan that the killer had an antidote. Give the antidote.

He thought that Hu Luyan would be fine after taking the antidote, but who knew that Hu Luyan's condition was not only getting more and more serious, but also getting weirder - his cheeks were flushed, his body was hot, and he even fell into a coma.

Mi Lu anxiously became an ant on a hot pot, eagerly watching Yan Wen turn over the Wanyu ointment over and over again, then opened the box and sniffed the ointment inside.

Yang Rong frowned beside him: "It smells so good."

"Usually this kind of thing uses fragrance to cover up the smell of the medicine." Yan Wen slammed the box shut and returned the box to Mi Lu, "I think there is only half of it left, who used the other half of the plaster?"

Mi Lu held the Wanyu ointment blankly, and answered honestly: "We encountered many monsters on the way to Qicheng, and Hu Luyan was injured many times when dealing with those monsters. I used this box of Wanyu ointment to replace them." Heal the wound."

"Wanyu ointment?" Yan Wenhe let out a laugh, raised his finger and pointed in Mi Lu's direction, half annoyed and half helpless, "You actually thought it was Wanyu ointment!"

The other party had already said this, and even Mi Lu could sense something was wrong no matter how slow he was, he looked at the Wanyu ointment in his hand, and then at Yan Wen: "What does the Deputy Pavilion Master mean?"

Yan Wen waved Yang Rong back again.

When there were only the two of them and the unconscious Hu Luyan in the room, Yan Wen sighed and said, "Young Master Mi, you are so confused, you believe what others say, and take the aphrodisiac ointment as a cure-all. The anointing comes."

"..."

Mi Lu froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He thought it was something wrong with his ears.

what?

An aphrodisiac plaster?

Yan Wen said this is a plaster for aphrodisiac?

"But, but I had someone do an experiment, and Hu Luyan's experience can also prove that it can indeed heal wounds in a very short period of time. How could it be an aphrodisiac?" Mi Lu wanted to explain.

"Do you think that people only use these things when they are injured after fighting with monsters?" Yan Wen pursed his lips. / There will be some unique quirks in things, and hurting people is one of them, and the plaster in your hand is used at that time."

"..."

"So it has both healing and aphrodisiac effects."

"..."

"Have you smelled the fragrance of the plaster?" Yan Wen said, "We are fine, but once the person who used the plaster smells it, he will suffer a lot."

After finishing speaking, Yan Wen straightened his clothes and stood up from the bed.

Seeing this, Mi Lu hurriedly asked, "Deputy Pavilion Master, what should I do?"

"Either help him, or wait for him to get over it by himself. In short, there are only two methods. I can't think of anything else. Besides, he has used it a lot, and the effects of the medicine have accumulated. It is really amazing that he can endure until now. It will take three days and three nights to get over it." Seeing that Mi Lu's face turned pale with fright, Yan Wen comforted him, "But you can rest assured that this thing won't kill anyone."

Mi Lu opened his mouth, but all the words were firmly stuck in his throat.

He didn't know what to say.

Yan Feng, who was the chief culprit, died a long time ago, and he didn't even have anyone to blame.

Who can he blame?

Is it because he didn't have a long-term mind to believe Yanfeng's words easily, or is it because Hu Luyan didn't say a word when he was obviously uncomfortable?

Yan Wen's words have come to this point, it is useless to talk, and he can only stare at Mi Lu if he stays, so he excuses himself to leave.

In the courtyard outside, the few subordinates he brought were calm, only Yang Rong turned around anxiously, seeing him coming out, hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Vice Pavilion Master, how is Master Hu Lu?"

"Don't worry, he's fine." Yan Wen smiled, "It'll be fine if you rest overnight."

"But I don't think his situation is very optimistic..." Yang Rong muttered softly.

Hearing this, Yan Wen actually laughed out loud, and while leading the crowd out, he said cheerfully: "His situation is very optimistic, I'm afraid it took him a long time to look forward to such a night, you little girl Don’t worry too much about the movie.”

Having said that, he changed the subject abruptly, his eyebrows browing with joy, "By the way, Yang Rong, I have some good news for you."

Yang Rong was immediately distracted: "What good news?"

"The Baishi your adoptive father was looking for, I got him all together."

"Really?!" Yang Rong's eyes burst into surprise, "So fast? Where did you find the rest of the white stone?"

"It was given by someone else."

Yan Wen thought to himself, this is also thanks to Yang Rong who was in the middle of the bridge. If Yang Rong hadn't brought Hu Luyan to him, he would not have reached a deal with Hu Luyan, let alone get a lot of money from Hu Luyan. Shiraishi.

And that deal was just to find an opportunity to reveal the effect of that box of aphrodisiac plasters in front of Mi Lu.

None of them expected the opportunity to come so quickly.

Of course, in order to thank Hu Luyan for providing the white stone, he exaggerated a little.

Yan Wen restrained his thoughts, lowered his head to meet Yang Rong's shining curious eyes, and touched Yang Rong's hair with a kind smile: "As for who it is, you don't need to know, I will tell you the good news sometime Stepfather."

It's better not to tell Yang Rong about these shady things.

On the other side, after watching Yan Wen leave, Mi Lu vented and threw the plaster back into the Qiankun bag. He planned to find a place to bury the plaster and forget about it, so as not to look at it again and feel bad again.

With such an oolong incident, he really has no face to face Hu Luyan again.

However, this incident happened because of him, and he couldn't abandon Hu Luyan.

Mi Lu gritted his teeth, hesitated for a while, and chose to go back to the inner room.

Hu Luyan on the bed woke up at some point and was struggling to sit up.

"Hey, be careful." Mi Lu walked over to hold Hu Luyan's shoulder in three steps at a time, trying to make Hu Luyan lean on him more comfortably.

Hu Luyan's condition seemed to be getting worse, his cheeks were so red that he could bleed, and his skin became hot again and again. His eyelashes trembled violently, and he barely raised them, and his dark eyes looked at Mi Lu.

Mi Lu's throat tightened, she stared blankly at Hu Luyan for a while, and finally squeezed out two words: "Sorry..."

Hu Luyan looked up at him, his eyes were a little loose, and it could be seen that Hu Luyan was working hard to concentrate.

"I didn't mean to apply that box of plaster on you. I didn't know that box of plaster was a reminder..." Mi Lu got stuck, and "urged" for a long time, but didn't squeeze out the rest of the word "love".

At this time, these two words represent infinite embarrassment.

In the end, Mi Lu simply bypassed the word "remembrance/love" and continued annoyedly: "At that time, I believed Yan Feng's words and took it as a cure-all ointment. It's all my fault."

Before he finished speaking, his sleeves were gently torn off.

"Mi Lu..." Hu Luyan got closer, and all the scorching breath sprayed on Mi Lu's face, his black eyes seemed to be soaked in water, looking wet, I don't know if it was the white light of the night pearl in the room or the tears were wet of.

Mi Lu was caught off guard by the hot air, and his brain crashed instantly.

"Help me." Hu Luyan carefully put his uninjured hand around Mi Lu's waist, and rubbed his forehead against Mi Lu's chest like a kitten.

Hu Luyan has a lot of hair and loose hair. From Mi Lu's perspective, he just saw the beautiful face wrapped in black hair.

"Just help me." Hu Luyan leaned up, and the hot body temperature was transmitted to Mi Lu's skin through the clothes, as if a flame was burning, "OK?"

Mi Lu raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, not daring to even move.

Even if his brain was still functioning at this moment, it was a mess.

What does Huluyan mean?

What kind of gang is it?

The kind of help he wants?

But he is a man!

This kind of thing really shouldn't be done by him!

Mi Lu felt that her world had been smashed to pieces by Hu Luyan, and then reassembled by herself. Even though everything in front of her was a familiar scene, the more she looked at it, the more strange it seemed.

The flames on his body burned into his throat, his mouth was parched, and it took him a long time to find his muffled voice: "This is not right."

"Why not?" Hu Luyan frowned tightly, and he forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart. He endured it very hard, and he was panting when he spoke, "You are the only one by my side, and only you can help me. .”

Mi Lu shook his head: "It shouldn't be me."

Hu Luyan smiled, although there was an uncontrollable madness in his eyes from time to time, he was still trying his best to keep calm, he didn't want to scare Mi Lu.

"It can only be you." Hu Luyan took Mi Lu's hand that was raised in mid-air, and stuck it to his hot cheek. He stared straight at Mi Lu, "Because I like you."

Mi Lu: "..."

He heard the bang in his head again.

Something else exploded.

"I like you." Hu Luyan's voice became more and more urgent, and he pressed Mi Lu's palm tightly, "Mi Lu, I like you."

"No..." Mi Lu was stunned, "Why me? You are not..."

Isn't there so many objects to choose from?

Before the rest of the words could be said, Hu Luyan leaned forward abruptly, blocked everything Mi Lu wanted to say with his lips.

Mi Lu heard his brain struggling slowly a few times overwhelmed, and then clicked, completely stopped and couldn't turn anymore.

"I've endured it for a long time. Ever since we stepped into the devil world, since you applied that box of plaster to me, I thought I could endure it, but I overestimated myself." Hu Luyan pressed Mi Lu's lips and exhaled He squinted his eyes, almost gritted his teeth and said, "Mi Lu, you also overestimate me. I am also a human being. How can I restrain my feelings?"

Mi Lu felt that maybe he should say something, but he really didn't know what to say.

He is like a rock, he can't even think.

"It's your choice too, Mi Lu." Hu Luyan said, "You used that box of plaster to force me to this point, and you pulled me to your side again and again. Now that I'm here, I won't leave .”

"Even if you chase me and beat me, I won't leave."

"Unless you take back all the plasters you used on me."

"I am in this life...no, and in the next life, I will be with you, no matter where we go, no matter what we become, we will never be separated." Hu Luyan could no longer suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart , the hand holding Mi Lu trembled slightly, "Did you hear that? Mi Lu."

Mi Lu was silent for a long time, sighed, and said, "I heard it."

I heard what you said.