In the main hall of the Demon Sect, Luan Wushuang became more and more embarrassed as he talked, but the Demon Lord laughed uncharacteristically: "Haha! Our families are going to get married. A handful of immortal weapons is nothing, don't you think so, Lin'er?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone inside and outside the palace was extremely shocked, especially Wei Yousi, whose face was gloomier than the dark sky outside the palace.
A blizzard is coming, and the center of the whirlpool is obviously the Demon Sect Hall. Neither Luan Wushuang nor he can escape...
When the Demon Lord saw that there was no sound inside and outside the hall, he was even more satisfied with his arrangement. The Demon Lord forcefully thrust the green light dagger into Luan Wu's hands.
He flicked his sleeves and looked at Wei Yousi, who was stunned on the spot, and said to him seriously like an elder: "I chose this wife for you. You are a man and you should be more domineering so that you can train your future wife!"
The Demon Lord's words made Wei Yousi wake up completely, and he also understood that the Demon Lord's decision was not made on a whim. It turned out that this was the real reason why the Demon Lord asked Luan to send his own woman here.
Wei Yousi sighed secretly in his heart: This is really a good plan that kills two birds with one stone. It not only unites the power of the Luan family, but also gives him, a young master with a different surname, a backer. So he has to be grateful to this Demon Lord!
Wei Yousi is a person who knows how to adapt. He knows that he cannot get too close to the Luan family, but the Demon Lord's decision is not easy to change.
There is a saying that is right, a good man will not suffer the immediate consequences. Now that he has openly turned against the Demon King, not only will he not get any good results, but his life may not be saved either!
Wei You thought about it for a long time, but finally lost his temper. He hid his dissatisfaction and helplessness, and quickly came over to express his gratitude to the Demon Lord: "I respect the teachings of my adoptive father! Thank you very much for the marriage!"
The master now had a cold and arrogant look on his face, he just waved his hand and strolled back to the high seat, and began to calculate the first few days of this month as auspicious days, so that he could get married quickly to avoid long nights and dreams.
The two singing harmoniously made Luan Wushuang angry. It turned out that she was going to be plotted by these two people. Fortunately, she still had a good impression of Wei Yousi, but it was just a joke!
Thinking of this, Luan Wushuang was filled with indignation. He straightened up, straightened his delicate and pretty face, and quickly threw the green light dagger to Wei Yousi.
Then, she raised her little face and argued for herself with neither humility nor arrogance: "Demon Lord, the head of the family never said that he had such an arrangement before he left."
"Hahaha!" The Demon Lord was so amused by Luan Wushuang that he couldn't stop laughing. All the people present were the beauties in front of the palace and secretly sweated.
Demon Lord finally stopped laughing, his cold eyes flashed with excitement, he leaned lazily on the cushions, and said slowly and playfully: "Why do I need other people's approval for my decision? Don't worry, Mr. Luan, I will wait for you and my family Lin'er After getting married, your little sister will naturally return to Daoluan's house safely."
"Little sister, where is she? You..." Luan Wushuang was panicked and rushed directly to the high seat without caring about any etiquette, but Wei Yousi grabbed his wrist.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Luan Wushuang tried her best to break free from Wei Yousi's restraints, but his hand was too strong. No matter how hard she pulled, he was still powerless.
In the end, Luan Wushuang almost collapsed. She kept mumbling, begging for mercy and saying that she already loved him, hoping that Wei Yousi could let her go so that she could beg the master to let her go.
But Wei Yousi still didn't let go, and instead squeezed tighter and tighter. Luan Wushuang's wrist, which was originally as white as jade, instantly turned red.
Luan Wucai is the person Luan Wushuang cares about. If anyone dares to touch him, she will risk her own life to protect her without hesitation. But in the end, she was the one who harmed her little sister, and she shouldn't have let her follow her. The emotions of regret and self-blame continued to spread, forcing her to retreat.
Tears quickly filled Luan Wushuang's eyes, and the face that had been so stubborn just now was now only weak and weak, which made people feel heart-wrenching and painful.
Wei Yousi looked at her coldly, completely unmoved. Because the Demon Lord was watching, he did not dare to move and could not move, but his heart was made of flesh and could not resist the unbearable pain in his heart. He leaned down and looked at Luan Wushuang and said silently: Believe me, she is fine.
Wei Yousi's eyes were clear and bright, making it impossible for anyone to doubt his sincerity. His words seemed to have an invisible magic power, making Luan Wushuang slowly calm down.
After calming down, Luan Wushuang stopped crying. Instead, she felt resentful in her heart, hating herself for overestimating the capabilities of the Luan family. There was no place in the Demon Sect where others could come and leave whenever they wanted.
From the Demon Lord's point of view, Wei Yousi grabbed Luan Wushuang's hand and stopped her out-of-control words without showing any pity for her. In the end, he subdued his first woman with his powerful aura.
A kind smile appeared on the old-fashioned face of the Demon Lord, and he couldn't help but said with relief: "My Lin'er has really grown up and knows how to subdue women. By the way, on such an important day today, your right-hand man Yan Wugui That?"
As soon as the three words "Yan Wugui" came out, Wei Yousi's heart "thumped". The Demon Lord mentioned Yan Wugui at this time, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Luan Wushuang is in the main hall now, so it would be best for the two of them to avoid him as much as possible.
Wei Yousi chuckled and replied calmly: "Wu Gui has just finished the competition and will arrive later. If the foster father is in a hurry to find him, I will order someone to hurry him up."
When the Demon Lord heard that this was what happened, he didn't care too much. He waved his hands slightly tiredly and said: "Nothing, I'm exhausted today, so please retreat."
Wei Yousi pulled Luan Wushuang and finally walked out of the hall. Once out of the hall, Luan Wushuang immediately shook off Wei Yousi's hand embedded in her wrist.
Wei Yousi knew that the Demon Lord's eyes were everywhere inside and outside the hall, so he forcibly pulled Luan Wushuang into his arms and hugged her soft waist tightly. The ambiguous posture of the two people and the lingering breath made people feel very embarrassed when they saw them, and they all avoided looking directly at them.
Luan Wushuang had never been treated so rudely before, but she had no choice but to think that she had misjudged the person. When she thought of Little Sister Luan being in the hands of the Demon Lord, tears filled her eyes again, as she had always been strong, and she almost cried and asked, "Why did Young Master Wei stop me? Are you trying to take advantage of me?"
"I..." Wei Yousi was noncommittal, with a look of embarrassment on his unruly face. Facing a woman for the first time in his life, he felt a little at a loss.
"You just said you wanted me to believe you, why didn't you say anything?" Luan Wushuang stopped crying and looked at the man in front of her with pear blossoms. She didn't know whether she should believe him or not, but she could see her little sister, so what should she do? All willing.
"Take me to see my little sister, okay?" Luan Wushuang begged, biting her red lips, raised her arms and hooked them around Wei Yousi's neck, pressing her towering chest against hers in a flattering manner.
A softness invaded his chest, coupled with the alluring body fragrance, making Wei Yousi tremble all over. Ordinary men would have fallen into trouble long ago, but Wei Yousi could tell the difference between true intentions and false intentions, and he had seen many things that were just a joke.
He leaned over Luan Wushuang's neck and tapped his thin lips a few times, then whispered comforting words in Luan Wushuang's ear: "You can only trust me now, and I am the only one who can help you. You and I are both puppets at the mercy of others." That’s all, do you have the right to choose?”
"I..." Luan Wushuang was speechless. Yes, she was just a member of the Yan family who took her maiden name. Who would really care.
Today she finally understood that the head of the family might not know the Demon Lord’s intention of summoning the female members of the Luan family here. She felt that she was being reused, but in fact she was just looking for a “fake” to atone for the real Luan family’s women.
The reason why the Luan family promoted her to the head of the family was not to prepare for what happened today. She was so naive. The Luan family was the leader of the Immortal Sect. How could someone who "sold their relatives for glory" be reused!
When Wei Yousi saw that she was hesitant to speak, he must have understood the abandonment of the Luan family. Even if he rescued Luan Wucai and returned to the Luan family, he would be kidnapped. After all, their identities were not enough for the Qiongzhou Luan clan to oppose the Demon Sect, and now Luan Wushuang had no choice but to retreat.
"You are already in the whirlpool and can't retreat." Although Wei Yousi couldn't bear it, he still told the truth. Now Luan Wushuang had no choice but to face it.
"Yes, I know." Luan Wushuang responded in a low voice, her eyes filled with tears again.
A woman's tears are like a knife that cuts out the heart. Wei Yousi tasted its power again. The softness in his heart was deeply touched, and his tone softened a lot: "I can help you, can you stop crying?"
Being asked so gently by Wei Yousi, Luan Wushuang burst into tears. Wei Yousi had no choice but to hug Luan Wushuang and lead him to his dormitory. This scene happened to be watched by Ji Ziheng who was not far away.
Originally, he came to invite Luan Wushuang to visit the Maple Valley with him tomorrow. It was the crisp autumn weather, and it was a good time to appreciate red flowers. However, when he saw with his own eyes the scene of Luan Wushuang nestling in Wei Yousi's arms, all his preparations were in vain.
"I'm really ridiculous. He is the young master of the Demon Sect. How can I compare..." Ji Ziheng clenched his fists and felt despair. His beloved girl was just snatched away. He didn't even fight for it. No chance.
Ji Ziheng walked in a daze and unknowingly reached the foot of the mountain. It was already midnight, a time when there were no candles, but he actually saw a dim candlelight from a distance and smelled it carefully. It has a strong aroma of chicken soup.
This was undoubtedly an irresistible temptation for Ji Ziheng, who was already hungry. He quickly stepped up and ran towards the flickering candlelight...
There were not many households at the foot of Moying Mountain. In the past few years, the Demon Sect disciples often went down to persecute them, and now there is only one family left. There are only an old man and an old woman in the family. They guard the ancestral restaurant and continue to make a living in wine and food.
It is said to be a restaurant, but in fact it only sells three things, lotus leaf soup cakes, smoked chicken and rice wine. Ever since Wei Yousi brought Yan Wugui back once two years ago, Yan Wugui has been visiting here often.
Although the food and wine in the shop are simple, the taste is pretty good. It is better than sitting at the same table with the Demon Lord and eating raw meat with blood. Yan Wu came back here today, Wei Yousi invited him again after two years, but Wei Yousi seemed to be stumbling over something and has not shown up yet.
"Xiao Yan, is Asa Wei coming yet?" The old man hunched over and came out with a bowl of hot chicken soup. He put it directly in front of Yan Wugui and signaled Yan Wugui to drink it while it was hot. He tilted his neck and looked out the door.
"Thank you, old man, for the chicken soup. He probably won't come, so I should go." Yan Wugui thanked him and turned his head to look outside the shop, but Wei Yousi was still nowhere to be seen.
"I left in a hurry today and didn't bring much with me. This is all I have." Yan Wugui took out a silver coin to pay the bill and put it gently in the old man's hand.
"You kid, why do you need so much for a bowl of lotus leaf soup cake?" The old man smiled and shook his head, but she knew that Xiao Yan and Awei would not be happy if she didn't keep it.
The old man had no choice but to collect the money. The old woman came from behind and forced the two wrapped smoked chicken legs into Yan Wugui's hands.
Yan Wugui couldn't resist but had to keep it. The old woman finally reminded her: "Take it back and eat it with Asafoetida. There is no overnight hatred between brothers. He doesn't seem to care about anything, but in fact he values love and righteousness the most."
Yan Wugui was drinking chicken soup from a bowl and thinking about where to stay tonight. When the old woman said this, he almost burst into tears. He thought that the old couple were so kind to him because they mistakenly thought that he was Wei Yousi's brother.
Yan Wugui looked at the remaining half of the bowl of chicken soup and couldn't drink it anymore. He didn't know what happened to the old man and Wei Yousi. It seems that no one can escape Wei Yousi's plot. You have no idea who around you is his, and you are very likely to be one of them.
It was impossible to go back to the Demon Sect's residence at this time, otherwise he would be blocked by Protector Ruda. Not only would he not be able to sleep all night, but he would also be punished with a night of admonishment.
Wei Yousi's bedroom is next to the Demon Lord's palace. It is best for the two of them to avoid suspicion at this time. He cannot rush there tonight. However, apart from Wei Yousi, he had no other acquaintances. It seemed that he would have to sleep in the wilderness tonight.
Just when Yan Wugui was struggling, a man with a gray face staggered over from a distance, looking like a poor man fleeing.
But as the "poor man" approached, Yan Wugui recognized the person. It was Ji Ziheng who had fought with him in the Grand Competition of the same sect: "Brother Ji, what are you?"
The hungry Ji Ziheng poked his head in from outside the door. When he saw Yan Wugui sitting inside, he suddenly became embarrassed. He was really neither advancing nor retreating.
But he couldn't resist the temptation of chicken soup. He sat down at the table and made up a lie: "It's a long story. My magic weapon got a little angry. Can I drink that bowl of chicken soup?"
"Yes, yes, but..." Before Yan Wugui could finish his words, Ji Ziheng had already drank the chicken soup in one gulp, without giving him any chance to object.
"But what?" Ji Ziheng wiped his mouth and licked his cracked lips with lingering thoughts. It seemed that he had not drank water for a long time and was very thirsty at this time.
"Old man, please bring me a pot of tea." Yan Wugui was too embarrassed to trouble others, but Ji Ziheng was so thirsty that he didn't even mind the leftover chicken soup, so he had no choice but to shamelessly ask for some water for him.
"Come right away, the old lady has just boiled hot water." The old man promised, and soon a pot of coarse tea was served.
Yan Wugui thanked him again, stretched out his hand to help the old man collect the bowls and chopsticks, and sent the old couple to the backyard. By the time he returned after settling everything down, Ji Ziheng had already drank half a pot of tea and his expression had softened a lot.
Yan Wugui didn't ask any further questions. They closed the doors and windows together and took advantage of the night sky to take off. They flew side by side in the opposite direction of Moying Mountain.
"Brother Ji, where are you taking me?" Yan Wugui couldn't help but become curious. This was the first time he left Moying Mountain, and he didn't know what the outside world was like.
Ji Ziheng took a deep breath, exhaled it again, and slowly replied: "The land of fireworks."
