Wang Ye is a Demon

Liuli looked at the half-face mask, and the movement in his hand couldn't help but sluggish, and there was a complicated expression in his eyes. However, Gu Yining could see such a complicated expression clearly.

In the next second, Liuli put the flowers in the container, and then closed the lid of the container easily: "Did you not wear a mask for me at Ning'er that day? I think it's quite interesting, so I just finished. I told Huan'er about this. Who knew she bought me a mask the next day..."

As Liuli spoke, a smile appeared on her face involuntarily, and there seemed to be a touch of bitterness in that smile. Speaking of Huan'er, she couldn't help but evoke her miss for Huan'er.

Gu Yi stared at Liuli, and didn't know how much of what she said was true or false, but seeing Liuli's appearance made her feel a little uncomfortable. Gently put down the half-face mask, and smiled lightly at Liuli: "It's okay, Huaner just changed a way to accompany us."

With such comfort, the bitterness at the corner of Liuli's mouth slowly faded, raising her eyes, with a trace of tears still in her eyes, she hummed, and put the container into her casual luggage.

This time, the group of them used cultural exchanges as an excuse to go to the Demon Realm. Apart from Liuli, there were also Bai Ye, Jun Li and Huo Yuan with Gu Yining and Mo Jianchen.

Of course, there is...Bingyuan.

"Brother Jianchen...Brother Jianchen! Don't leave me behind!" A few people just walked to the door, and clear male voices came from behind them, no doubt-it was Bingyuan, his The voice is a bit rush, I must be tired from running.

"..." When Mo Jianchen heard Bing Yuan calling him like this, he involuntarily stopped. Leng Jun's face suddenly crossed several rows of black lines, and his deep eyes sank. Coming down, turning around, there seemed to be a faint resentment in his eyes, "This king has said that, you must not call this Wang Jianchen brother."

Hearing Mo Jianchen said this, Bing Yuan's face was filled with doubts: "If you don't call you brother Jianchen, what do you call you?"

Brother Jianchen, the four words seem to have become Mo Jianchen’s minefields. As soon as they heard those four words, Mo Jianchen’s long and narrow phoenix eyes widened involuntarily, as if only Bing Yuan would say it again. Mo Jianchen would throw him out of here.

Of course, Mo Jianchen was not such a person either. He moved his gaze away from Bing Yuan, with his big hands inadvertently behind his back, his Adam's apple vibrated slightly: "Your Highness."

Hearing that Mo Jianchen said this, his eyebrows frowned involuntarily, so he made a look of regret: "Don't-no one else calls you that way. Doesn't this call us strange?"

"..." Mo Jianchen didn't know where the monkey came out. When he came up, he looked like he hadn't seen him in years. "This king has never known you before. "

Mo Jianchen's words were like a bucket of cold water, ruthlessly poured over the ice source. Helplessly, Bing Yuan had to make a bit of a mouthful, and his clean face revealed a pity: "Okay, let's forcefully call your Highness first!"

"..." Reluctantly called your Highness? Although Mo Jianchen couldn't figure out what Bingyuan was thinking, but Yu Bingyuan's compromise, Mo Jianchen could barely accept it. He didn't say much, turned around, and took Gu Yining into the carriage.

The journey to the southern country was long, and the carriage bumped all the way, making Gu Yining feel a little uncomfortable.

Of course, night fell slowly, and none of them arrived in the southern country. With treasures to be exchanged, they decided to take a rest in an inn.

I don't know whether it is because of the remoteness or because there are no people here. After the carriage stopped in front of the inn, no shopkeeper came out to greet them.

Mo Jianchen jumped out of the carriage first, then stretched out his hand and hugged Gu Yining down. Turning around, looking at the inn in front of him, there was a feeling that he couldn't tell.

The inn in front of me was trapped in a shallow silvery white by the bright white moonlight. There were a few lights in the inn, which made people feel less popular. It was obviously summer, but people felt an inexplicable coldness.

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Gu Yi stared at the inn in front of him. It looked like this. After watching it for a long time, he felt a little unreal.

She lifted her eyes and looked at Mo Jianchen next to him. His sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were deep, as if thinking about something.

"Brother Junli, I think it's weird here..." The sound of the fire mandarin broke the silence that remained silent, and there was a trace of fear in the soft and waxy voice, as if he was afraid of something. . As she spoke, she raised her hand subconsciously, wrapped Jun Li's arm, and buried her face in Jun Li's clothes.

Of course, as soon as Huo Yuan finished speaking, Jun Li immediately spoke: "Don't talk nonsense, it's okay."

"No...Lord Junli, I also think it's weird here." Bing Yuan echoed, learning the appearance of a fire mandarin, he also found an arm casually and looped it up.

Unfortunately, he circled people who shouldn't be.

"Ahem -" Mo Jianchen's low voice cut through the cold air in the next second.

Bing Yuan raised his eyes at the same time, and it was a ghost that ran into Mo Jianchen's sharp eyes.

"Let go of this king." Mo Jianchen frowned slightly, and there was a small dislike in his beautiful eyes.

Bing Yuan blinked and looked at Mo Jianchen in front of him, he smiled bitterly, everything seemed like an accident, and immediately put down his hands obediently, as if nothing had happened.

"Since it's here, let's go in? Just stay for one night, it should be fine." Gu Yining said.

Also, if you stay for one night, there should be nothing wrong. Mo Jianchen gave a hum, and then walked towards the inn, holding Gu Yining's hand.

In the inn, it was quiet, only a dim yellow oil lamp was on and the candle flame was faint. After a few people walked in, they felt a cold wind blowing from behind.

It was obviously an inn, but there was no sound at all, not even a shopkeeper.

"Is this an abandoned inn?" The fire mandarin's voice rang out again.

After finishing her words, Jun Li couldn't help but squeezed Huo Yuan's hand tightly, and signaled her not to say nonsense: "Someone will come."

"Is anyone--?" Bai Ye asked. His voice is not loud, but in such a quiet place, it still sounds a bit abrupt.

However, after the voice fell, there was no response.

"Is there anyone? If there is no one, we will have trouble!" Bing Yuan roared.

There is still a dead silence around, these two sentences are like small rocks thrown into the sea, and after a small ripple, peace is restored again.

The air fell into a dead silence again, and suddenly the wooden board slowly made a "creak" sound, and then another sound followed, the sound was very soft, but each sound was enough to shock the heart.