Save the beautiful and tragic hero

Hu Luyan couldn't guess how Mi Lu would react, he was just betting.

He bet on whether Mi Lu could resist his pressure.

From the moment he woke up, he had made up his mind. He wanted to tie Mi Lu firmly by his side, so that Mi Lu would have no room to escape.

So after stepping into the Demon Realm, he has been looking for opportunities.

Later, Mi Lu let him use the box of plasters, and he knew—his chance had come.

Not only did he not stop Mi Lu from using the box of plasters, but he also encouraged Mi Lu to continue using the plaster in a disguised form, using it on him again and again, adding up one after another, a total of 23 times.

In order to use the box of plasters more frequently, he did not hesitate to hurt himself intentionally, letting the sharp horns of the monster pierce his back, leaving a bloody wound.

Every time he used that box of plasters, he was greeted with endless torture and desire/burning body, but he couldn't do anything, he could only endure it forcefully.

Stretching to the back, the flames burned all over his body, and he felt the heart-biting pain of thousands of ants, as if every inch of his body was being bitten by countless double-fanged teeth.

Fortunately, he has already experienced thousands of times of pain, and these pains are really nothing to him.

He just needs to get through the pain again and again.

And this pain again and again, without exception, was brought to him by Mi Lu.

It's all because of Mi Lu's credulity.

It's all because of Mi Lu's misjudgment.

It's all because of Mi Lu's self-assertion.

If Mi Lu hadn't let him use that box of ointment, he wouldn't have been tortured like this.

Since Mi Lu ignited the fire, it should be extinguished by Mi Lu.

If Mi Lu is not willing, he will not force Mi Lu, let Mi Lu see how he survived this torture after using that box of plasters 23 times in the past.

Let Mi Lu see it with his own eyes.

As long as Mi Lu feels guilty, even if Mi Lu's guilt is only a little bit, his 23 plus one torture is not in vain.

There were thousands of thoughts in Hu Luyan's mind, but he didn't allow himself to show it. He even pulled away after kissing Mi Lu's lips lightly.

His whole body was on fire, his will was slackened, and he was numb from the pain, as if he had lost consciousness from the pain.

But he insisted not to let himself take a step forward.

He was standing right beside the dividing line, waiting for Mi Lu's choice.

When he found Mi Lu's hand tentatively touching his cheek, he thought he was hallucinating with longing.

But it turns out that this is not an illusion.

The snow-white light of Ye Mingzhu couldn't cover the redness on Mi Lu's face, and the temperature of Mi Lu's fingers was also burned by the flames on Hu Luyan's body, and she trembled a little.

Slide your fingertips down.

Sliding over Hu Luyan's lips, came to Hu Luyan's chin, and then pinched it gently.

Mi Lu stepped forward cautiously, cautiously, and hesitantly, and kissed Hu Luyan's lips very lightly.

Hu Luyan was stunned on the spot.

In an instant, all the scenes in front of him were fading and reduced to black and white, only Mi Lu was still in color, shining all over his body, so dazzling that he squinted his eyes subconsciously.

Warm liquid spilled from the corners of his eyes.

He suddenly had the illusion that he couldn't breathe.

The next moment, he leaned over and bit Mi Lu's lips fiercely.

His kiss didn't have any technical content at all, just relying on the most primitive impulse and desire, it could almost be described as biting, he held Mi Lu's face with his intact palm, and conquered the city without flinching.

All the emotions he had suppressed for a long time were vented out, half madly and half forbearingly venting on Mi Lu.

Mi Lu was so frightened by his behavior that his eyes widened, and his hands rested on his chest reflexively.

But Mi Lu didn't make any gestures of refusal or resistance. Maybe he wanted to do it, but he held back, and in the end he just endured his attack with difficulty.

Hu Luyan wiped away a trace of saliva from the corner of Mi Lu's mouth with his thumb, panting in Mi Lu's ear, the hot breath seemed to burn Mi Lu alive.

He really wanted to express his thoughts and desires, and let Mi Lu know how much he wanted to tie up Mi Lu with the long whip Ming Sui left, or imprison Mi Lu in the corpse pearl left by Ming Deyi. , so that Mi Lu could no longer walk half a step away from him.

But he endured it.

If one day, Mi Lu really turns around and leaves without hesitation, maybe he will really do those things that leave no room for retreat.

But he hopes that day never comes.

Mi Lu has never experienced that kind of thing, not even the experience of talking on paper, he can only clumsily follow the experience that has only helped him a few times.

A thin layer of sweat had condensed on his forehead, and the sweat gathered into sweat, winding down his cheeks.

When it flowed to the ear, Hu Luyan wiped it away with his thumb.

Mi Lu raised his eyes as if feeling something, and saw Hu Luyan put his thumb into his mouth very naturally.

Mi Lu's throat choked: "You..."

Hu Luyan squinted his dark eyes, tilted his head to look at him, a glint of water appeared in those beautiful eyes, gathered into physiological tears and overflowed from the corner of Hu Luyan's eyes.

Hu Luyan was ignorant and urged in a low voice.

Mi Lu watched this scene helplessly, feeling his scalp go numb and forgot how to breathe for a while.

After a while, his throat rolled up and down twice, but he could no longer make a sound.

He was going to say that the thumb seemed to wipe his drool...

Oh forget it.

Ye Mingzhu was lit up for the whole night, and was not put away by Hu Luyan until the next morning.

Hu Luyan was already fully dressed, and looked back at Mi Lu who was still sleeping on the bed, his eyes softened involuntarily.

He sat on the edge of the bed and touched Mi Lu's cheek.

Mi Lu slept deeply, her long eyelashes cast two small shadows on her skin, even though she felt his touch, she didn't open her eyes, but subconsciously moved aside.

Hu Luyan's hand was empty, but without the slightest hesitation, he put his hand on it again.

I don't know when, the empty space in his chest can be filled only when he touches Mi Lu's skin.

Once we left Mi Lu, there was another piece of emptiness there.

Hu Luyan knew that he was sick, but he didn't want to be treated.

Just stay sick.

As long as he can be with Mi Lu, what if he is terminally ill?

He willingly died in pain.

Hu Luyan sat by the bed for a long time, but left the room reluctantly.

After going out, he found Yan Wen's residence by familiarity.

The environment of Yan Wen's residence is different from that of other people's residences. There are no ponds or corridors around, and there are no extra flowers, plants and trees to decorate, only large and small stoves.

Some stoves are placed outside, while others are placed inside.

The servants in the Yan Wenyuan should have been greeted. Seeing Hu Luyan's figure from a distance, he quickly put down the broom in his hand to greet him.

"Young master, our deputy pavilion master has been waiting for a long time, this way please."

Hu Luyan followed the servants into the room on the second floor, and sure enough, he saw Yan Wen sitting in front of the largest golden stove in the room, maintaining the same posture as yesterday.

Hearing his approaching footsteps, Yan Wen said without turning his head, "Can you give me the remaining half of the white stone?"

Hu Luyan walked behind Yan Wen, took out all the white stones from the brocade bag, and put them all into the brocade bag that the servants had already prepared.

The brocade bag suddenly went from empty to full.

The servants quickly counted the white stones worth more than 50 yuan, and each white stone is round and smooth, and you can feel the warmth flowing in the white stone with your fingertips.

Every piece of white stone is a masterpiece that they have never seen for so many years!

The servant was so excited that his mouth almost reached his ears. He was about to hand the brocade bag to Yan Wen when a hand blocked his way abruptly.

He turned his head to look, just in time to meet Shanghu Luyan's cold and indifferent eyes.

The servant thought that Hu Luyan had repented, and his expression instantly became tense.

As a result, Hu Luyan didn't even look at Baishi in the servant's arms.

Those white stones were collected by Hu Luyan from Qi Wangtian and the other three. They were like pies that fell from the sky, and they were pies that he didn't even want to taste.

Therefore, even if he sent all Baishi out in one go, he didn't feel bad at all.

His only concern was one other thing—

"Where is the Wuwang Gang?"

The servant was stunned for a moment, and belatedly realized the meaning of Hu Luyan's words, he was relieved immediately, and the tension on his face disappeared.

"It's at the end of Sancha Street, which is only four streets away from our Xingyue Pavilion. Qicheng is the same as other towns. Flying artifacts are not allowed in the city. We have to take a carriage for a while to get there."

Hu Luyan said concisely: "Take me there."

"Okay, okay." The servant nodded in haste, and then handed the brocade bag to Yan Wen.

Before leaving, Yan Wen told him: "There are dragons and snakes in Qicheng, and there may be other people's eyeliner in ambush. If you don't want to startle the snake, you'd better not make too much noise."

Hearing this, Hu Luyan paused as he left, and he tilted his head: "Am I still afraid of those snakes?"

Yan Wen: "..."

This arrogant tone made him not know how to answer, for a moment, he waved his hands helplessly.

Either way.

He has the capital of arrogance, why is he so fussy?

Although the Wuwang Gang is not ranked well in the entire Demon Realm, it is considered well-known only in Qicheng. Some people have enmity with other people and don't want to kill people to dirty their hands, so they will pay to go to the Wuwang Gang. next task.

There are more than [-] people in the Wuwang Gang. Except for the leader who has reached the realm of Nascent Soul, the rest of them are all below Nascent Soul, and they are uneven.

So mission failure is common.

However, the leader of the Wuwang Gang can think about it. Winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs. If the mission fails, then another person will perform the mission again. Anyway, the most important thing they need for Wuwang Gang is desperadoes who want money but not life.

At noon that day, the gang leader Liao Zhiyuan used a bunch of sound transmission symbols, but he still didn't hear back from the killer he sent out. He walked around the hall anxiously with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, a subordinate stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Master, I think he's in danger."

"Trash!" Liao Zhiyuan scolded angrily, "He has a mid-Gold Core cultivation, and I didn't let him deal with that Hu Luyan, but only deal with Mi Lu who is still in the foundation stage, and he can fail!"

"It's also possible that it was discovered by others." The subordinate said, "After all, there are many people in Xingyue Pavilion, and there are also many experts. If they are discovered, it may be difficult for the few to prevail over the many."

Liao Zhiyuan calmed down and thought about it, and found that what the subordinate said made some sense. Even so, his face was still very ugly: "It's a waste that I gave him a high-level magic weapon."

After finishing speaking, he asked his subordinate, "Is there any news from Xingyue Pavilion?"

The subordinate shook his head: "After Yan Fu left, Yan Wen suddenly strengthened the management. Our people can only get mixed up in the middle position at most, and if they go any further, it will arouse suspicion."

"Forget it then." Liao Zhiyuan sat back on the chair, took a sip of the hot tea that the servant had newly brewed, and then told his subordinates, "You choose a new person at the Jindan stage, who is good at sneak attacks or poisoning. , the more sinister the means, the better."

"Yes."

"This time we are not in a hurry, they will stay in Qicheng for a while." Liao Zhiyuan put on a cold smile and squinted ahead, "As long as we make it impossible for them to step out of Qicheng again." , even if there is an explanation to that side."

"Yes."

The subordinate nodded in response and turned around to carry out the task.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, suddenly there was a black shadow cast from far to near.

The speed of the black shadow was extremely fast, he didn't expect it, and he couldn't dodge it. He was hit in the face by the black shadow, and the strong smell of blood blocked his nose in an instant.

He fell to the ground, took a closer look, and instantly turned pale.

The person who hit him was none other than the person they helped—no, to be precise, it was the corpse of the person they helped.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he was dying. The clothes on his chest and abdomen were cut open, and everything inside leaked out.

The subordinate retched and almost vomited out on the spot.

At the same time, Liao Zhiyuan shouted in shock and terror from behind: "Who?!"

"I."

As the voice fell, another slender figure came out from behind the door, that person was all in black, only a face and exposed hands were snow-white.

There was no expression on his face, and there was no tension and panic in his words and deeds when he suddenly broke into someone else's territory, as if the road under his feet was not the territory of the Wuwang Gang, but a random street where people trampled.

Liao Zhiyuan stood up stiffly, and stood stiffly on the main seat. He fixed his eyes on Hu Luyan, trying to find out about Hu Luyan's cultivation.

Unfortunately he failed.

How could he not detect the opponent's cultivation?

The opponent's cultivation base is higher than his?

No, looking at the entire cultivation world, there are only a handful of people whose cultivation base is above Nascent Soul, and even if there are casual cultivators who have not been recorded in the register, it is impossible to meet them so easily.

"Who are you? Why do you break into our Wuwang Gang!" Liao Zhiyuan managed to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and roared, "Where are the others? Are they all dead? Hurry up and drive him out!"

However, no one responded to his words.

It was quiet outside, and unconsciously, even the footsteps that sounded from time to time disappeared.

Only the subordinate gritted his teeth and got up, kicked the corpse under his feet to the side, quickly summoned the natal magic weapon, and attacked Hu Luyan first.

His movements were so fast that he left only a phantom in the air.

But in the blink of an eye, he stopped in front of Hu Luyan as if someone had tapped his acupoints, and the hand holding the long sword also stopped abruptly in midair.

He was like a slow-moving old man, with trembling limbs, struggling desperately, wanting to make the next move, but unable to do so, he could only squeeze out a painful bubble sound from his throat.

"What are you waiting for!" Liao Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and roared, "Kill him quickly!"

"I..." the subordinate said, "My spiritual power..."

Only then did Liao Zhiyuan see that Huluyan's hand was just pinching the subordinate's neck, a faint golden spiritual power overflowed from the subordinate's body, twisted into strands of slender silk threads, and penetrated into Huluyan's body.

Liao Zhiyuan was shocked, all the blood on his face disappeared, he staggered back two steps, and finally fell back on the chair: "Lin, Lin Chong..."

Soon, all the spiritual power in the subordinate's body was lost, Hu Luyan exerted force suddenly, and the subordinate's head turned to one side feebly, and his eyes stared like copper bells.

Subordinates are the same as corpses on the ground.

Hu Luyan casually threw the subordinate's body on the ground, and walked towards Liao Zhiyuan.

Liao Zhiyuan, a master in the Nascent Soul stage, didn't he walk sideways in which town in the devil world?He never put anyone in his eyes, even Yan Fu, the master of the Xingyue Pavilion in Qicheng, was afraid of him three points.

This was the first time he had entered the Nascent Soul Stage, and his legs were weakened by a boy who looked less than 20 years old.

"What is your relationship with Lin Chong? Why do you have Lin Chong's ability?"

Hu Luyan stood still in front of him, looked down at the shocked man indifferently, and asked, "Who is the person who made you attack Mi Lu?"

Liao Zhiyuan didn't seem to hear Hu Luyan's words clearly, and asked tremblingly: "What is the relationship between you and Lin Chong? Answer me!"

Hu Luyan was finally attracted by his nervous questioning, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Who is Lin Chong?"

"Master Hulu, Master Lin Chong is the last Demon Lord." Yan Wen's subordinate who followed quietly beside him explained cautiously, "At that time, Master Lin Chong's cultivation was close to the stage of transforming gods, no matter whether it was in the decent world or in the demon world. No one can match him, not only the decent side is particularly afraid of him, but the whole demon world only listens to Lord Lin Chong to give orders, but unfortunately later, Lord Lin Chong went to Zhengzheng to travel incognito and met a woman from the decent side."

Speaking of sadness, the servant's voice paused, and after sorting out his emotions, he continued, "Master Lin Chong fell in love with that woman, and he did not hesitate to give up the position of Demon Lord in order to be with that woman, but that woman's family After knowing this, he was extremely opposed to their being together, and even hid the woman, Master Lin Chong had no choice but to keep looking for him..."

Hu Luyan interrupted the servant: "What does it have to do with me?"

"Master Hulu, I heard that the woman gave birth to a boy for Master Lin Chong. In order to protect the boy, the woman had to give the boy away. Calculated, but the boy survived, is it possible..."

When the servant said this, he counted his fingers and felt that it was wrong——

Lord Lin Chong and that woman died 20 years ago, and the boy was born 40 to 40 years ago. If the boy survived, he would be [-] or [-] years old now, which is not the same age as Hu Luyan!

Or did Lord Lin Chong meet other women and gave birth to Hu Luyan?

Or that Hu Luyan is the offspring of that boy?

The servants were not sure, and did not dare to talk nonsense, so they changed the subject: "The Lin family where Lord Lin Chong lives has a saying that the population is thin and only male children are born. After the death of their father, male children will have no teachers to teach themselves. You have inherited a special ability, which is your ability to absorb other people's spiritual energy just now..."

But there is no definite statement about when one can inherit that ability without a teacher.

It may be several years, it may be ten years.

And what the male child inherits from his father is not only that ability, but also the unexplainable bad luck that accompanies his life, such as betrayal of relatives, family ruin, and lonely life are all possible.

Heavenly Dao will grant good luck and bad luck at the same time. While the boy surnamed Lin is enjoying the heaven-defying ability that the entire cultivation world envies, he will also bear unimaginable torture and pain for ordinary people.

Therefore, people with the surname Lin hardly have a good death.

These messy thoughts were stuck in the servant's mind, and the servant opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't bear to say what came to his lips.

Hu Luyan looked at the tangled expression in front of him, then turned to look at Liao Zhiyuan, whose face turned from white to green, and directly changed the topic back to the original place: "Who is the person behind you?"

At this time, Liao Zhiyuan also pulled away from the overwhelming shock. He swallowed, and while thinking quickly, he said nonsense: "We have never contacted the employer, and we don't know the identity of the employer, and you think the employer will Did you reveal your identity to us so easily? You should think back to who you have provoked along the way, and what kind of person would pay a lot of money to kill you."

"No." Hu Luyan looked at Liao Zhiyuan indifferently, he didn't get caught up in Liao Zhiyuan's words, and he accurately found the point, "That person didn't want to kill us, he just wanted to prevent us from going to Drunk City."

Liao Zhiyuan didn't expect Hu Luyan's thoughts to be so clear, and immediately shut his mouth embarrassingly.

"So—" Hu Luyan bent down and leaned forward, his dark eyes reflected Liao Zhiyuan's stiff face, "Who is that person, or that group of people?"

Liao Zhiyuan pouted his neck and said, "I don't know and never inquire about the identity of the employer, so I have no comment."

"I'll count to three, either you tell the answer or you die."

"...I really don't know."

"three."

"..."

"two."

"..."

"one."

Before Hu Luyan could finish his sentence, Liao Zhiyuan stood up suddenly, and a spiritual power suddenly flowed out of his palm. With a serious look on his face, he slapped Hu Luyan with his palm.

But Hu Luyan had been prepared for a long time, and turned his body to the side, easily avoiding his palm.

Liao Zhiyuan also made second-hand preparations, and at some point with the other hand he took out a net and threw it at Huluyan.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Liao Zhiyuan watched with his own eyes that Hu Luyan tore up the magic weapon that could not be cut off by the sharpest knife in the world, and Hu Luyan's hand passed through the falling nets. , straight to his heart.

Liao Zhiyuan didn't even have time to struggle, but he was terrified to find that his spiritual power was draining out, gurgling out like fresh blood flowing from his chest with a hole in it.

He completely panicked!

"I'll say it! I'll say it!" Liao Zhiyuan raised his voice, his voice became extremely sharp with anxiety. After all, the desire to survive at this moment has the upper hand, "I said, the person who gave us the task is..."

At this point, his voice suddenly paused, as if being pinched by an invisible hand.

Liao Zhiyuan frowned in pain, and opened his mouth: "That person is..."

He lost his voice again.

The author has something to say:

Not only the hands, but also the feet.

After struggling for a long time, I still didn't dare to take the risk to write it out (vicissitudes face)