Ling Qingxiao's fingertips rested on Luo Han's lips, it was cool, with ice and snow. Luo Han was stunned for a moment.
Luo Han didn't wear a veil today, her lips were bright red, and the corners of her lips were delicate, looking like a meticulous painting. Ling Qingxiao's fingertips were white and pressed against it, like snow reflecting red plums.
When Ling Qingxiao saw the actions of the people on the opposite side, she blocked Luo Han's lips in a hurry. Now he is slowly reacting, there is no sound from inside the box outside, Luo Han is fine even if he speaks.
The fingertips are warm to the touch and incredibly soft. Ling Qingxiao hadn't noticed how her lips felt, but now that she touched Luo Han, she felt soft.
The position where Ling Qingxiao's fingers touched suddenly became hot. He tried his best to pretend to be calm and withdrew his hand, and said, "I was rude and disrespectful just now in a hurry."
"It's okay." Luo Han shook her head, she felt a little embarrassed by the current situation, and quickly said, "Look, they are leaving. Let's go out first."
"it is good."
Today, the Demon Race leads three or five followers to Hualou to seek joy. Those who can sit here know exactly what they are going to do. After a few glasses of wine, some people are ready to move, wanting to pull a demon girl out to purify the fire.
It's just that because the leader is still there, the people below don't dare to leave first. The leader of the demon race was a man of five big and three thick, with a scar on his face, pulled from the forehead to the other half of his cheek, almost slashing his entire face, looking fierce. He was really not easy to mess with, his eyes swept over the demon girl dancing on the stage, very aggressive, and his eyes seemed to be pulling them out of a cramp.
After the hot striptease, the scarred man finally moved, but unexpectedly, instead of pulling the demon girl who was almost full of light on the stage, he pulled the feather demon clan who led the dance in the previous dance.
The lead dancer of the Feather Monster Clan in white dance clothes was startled and struggled instinctively, but was carried by the scarred man on his shoulders and swaggered upstairs.
In this kind of place, the first and second floors are semi-open halls, and the upper floors are all rooms. What these rooms are used for is self-evident.
The demon girls in the building saw the scarred man's face, and no one dared to stop him. In the hall, only the weak struggles of the Feather Demon Clan and the wanton laughter of the Demon Clan could be heard. The subordinates of the scarred man laughed and joked behind him. After the scarred man left, they stopped holding back and looked for their favorite woman.
After the voices of the scarred man and the Feather Monster disappeared on the stairs, the hall returned to order and slowly resumed their voices. The two little demon girls running the hall on the first floor couldn't help but get together and complained in a low voice, "I hate receiving these demons the most, they speak fluently, and their actions are not serious. Last time, Sister Caiyue picked up a demon guest. , I didn't get out of bed for the next three days. When I went to see it, my body was full of injuries."
"Isn't that true? With them here, I'm even worried about going over to deliver tea. It's still a good guest from the Immortal Race. They are generous, and people can talk. They are more serious than the men of the Demon Race and the Demon Race."
"If it's serious, why would you appear in our building?" Another little demon girl giggled, "I see, you've been blinded by the words outside, thinking about those cold and cold immortals all day long. You don't want to either. Think about it, if it is really a high-ranking venerable person in the fairy world, how can you come to the land of fireworks? Even if you come, they will not take you away for the sake of fame.
"Who said that, I saw that the guests in the box just now were very serious, and they didn't ask the sisters to accompany them. They are still very good-looking, much better than the illustrations in those books!"
"Really or not, which box? I'll check it out later."
The little demon girl laughed and pushed her companions away, and said, "You said that you don't like it, but it is clear that you also like to see those high-cold immortals. Everyone is the same. They instinctively follow clean and radiant people. The clan likes fairies. You didn't see the demon clan just now, it scared people to death, and in the end, you didn't choose the feather demon that looks the most like a fairy... Oops, guest."
The two demon girls were fighting with their plates, not paying attention to the road, and almost collided with a person. The little demon girl was so frightened that she quickly turned around and found that it was the immortal they had just mentioned.
Ling Qingxiao pulled Luo Han away from them and nodded slightly: "I borrowed it."
The two little demon girls saw such two faces at once, and they didn't even know a word, so ignorantly let them go. Luo Han smiled reassuringly at one of the demon girls, Ling Qingxiao whispered, "Thank you."
Then he held Luo Han and left without even looking back.
After they were far away, the cheeks of the two little demon girls were flushed, and they were about to jump up excitedly: "Is it them? That fairy even smiled at me, God, there really is such a beautiful fairy in the world."
"How do you know they are immortals?"
"Definitely yes, it's all about looks and temperament!"
Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao came out of the box, took the least noticeable route all the way, and quickly chased in the direction where the scarred man left. When Luo Han went upstairs, he quietly asked Ling Qingxiao who was beside him: "This man with a scar doesn't look good. If we stare at him, will we miss others?"
"The Demon Race is very serious. The leader will not tell the people below the really important information." Ling Qingxiao said, "He knows the most information. Although the other Demon Races have a large number of people, the information they know is not as good as the sum of the information. No need to stare at him. Just focus on this one."
"it is good."
The two of them had already walked upstairs after talking, and as soon as they went upstairs, a unique greasy fragrance came to their faces, full of a sense of depravity. This smell is not only incense, but also mixed with the taste of men and women.
They were only behind for a while, and they didn't expect to find each other when they went upstairs. Luo Han was a little flustered and asked in a low voice, "Where did he go?"
Ling Qingxiao stood at the entrance of the stairs to briefly identify the direction, and then pointed to a road with certainty: "Here."
The two of them chased down the corridor, and sure enough, a black demon figure was soon seen in front of him, with a slender feather demon hanging from his arm, looking so weak, his body couldn't help shaking slightly.
Before entering the room, the Demon Race couldn't hold back any longer, and openly tore the Feather Demon's clothes in the corridor. The Feather Demon screamed and shivered around his shoulders. The people who were going back and forth in the corridor saw it and couldn't help but look at them.
A demon girl who looked like a prostitute caught up and said with an apologetic smile: "This devil, this feather demon has little experience in receiving guests, please have pity. Although we are demon clan, we are women after all, and we are still in the corridor now, coming and going. Many guests are watching, you are here, I am afraid it is not right... "
The man with scars disliked the prostitute's nagging and troubles, and with a swipe, he pulled out the knife and put it on the prostitute's neck. The bustard was startled, and the surrounding guests were also frightened, and hurriedly ran away.
Bright red brocade ribbons decorate the floor with colorful flowers, and there are colorful glazed lamps hanging everywhere. In the building, I don't know the passage of time. In the five-story pavilion, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor on the fourth floor, and many people were running around behind the railings. The drunk guests didn't know, so they all looked up in that direction.
The old bustard was so frightened that he laughed and apologized, and managed to get the scarred man to put down the machete. For this matter alone, the old bustard didn't dare to persuade him any more, so he could only give Yu Yao a look, signaling her to ask for more blessings.
In the ambiguous blush, the scarred man vaguely saw a figure flashing around the corner. He has been licking blood for many years, and has accumulated a wolf-like intuition between life and death. Now, his gut tells him there's something wrong with the man behind the corner.
The man with scars put away the knife, but did not return it to the sheath, but narrowed his eyes and walked slowly behind the corner.
Behind the corridor, Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han leaned against the wall. Luo Han heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and clenched his hands unknowingly.
They are now on the fourth floor, with a ring-shaped stage hall in the middle, and the guests on the fifth floor above, eyes everywhere, even if they want to fly upstairs and hide.
They are not wearing masks now, and the other party is approaching step by step. Once the other party comes over, the two of them will be recognized and their plans may be exposed. Luo Han was ready for a head-to-head battle, Ling Qingxiao looked at the room behind, suddenly wrapped her arms around Luo Han's shoulders, hugged her and pushed the door in, closing the door silently as soon as her clothes were turned.
This is a room that has been opened, the red curtain is low, and the smell of acacia is floating in the air. Luo Han was startled and hurriedly pointed to the position behind him.
There are people inside.
It can only be said that the acacia incense of the demon clan is very effective, and the benefactor and demon girl inside have already fallen asleep due to exhaustion. Ling Qingxiao flicked her fingers lightly, the spiritual power passed through, and lowered the heavy curtains in the room. The heaviest drapery in front of the bed hangs down to the ground. As long as you don't stand close to look, you can't see what's inside the bed tent from the outside.
At this time, the scarred man was already standing in the corridor. Surprised to see no one behind the corner, he checked back and forth several times in the area. Luo Han hid in the room, too frightened to breathe.
I think that Ling Qingxiao just took the risk when she heard that there was no sound in the room behind her. He also bet right, the protagonist in this room is already asleep, Ling Qingxiao's movements are light, and the landing is silent.
Luo Han hid in a room full of acacia incense. Behind him was a pair of strange men and women who had just finished fighting. Outside were the demons who were searching for them. In front of him was Ling Qingxiao Jueyan's dusty face.
Her breathing stopped. At this time, the sound of footsteps outside, from far to near, slowly stopped in front of their room.
Ling Qingxiao realized that something was wrong, and immediately pushed Luo Han on the table behind him. Then he pulled out the hosta on his head, his long hair fell down his shoulders like a waterfall, covering Luo Han and half of his face.
Almost at the same time, there was a creaking sound from the window, and the scarred man pushed the window open a crack, and falcon-like eyes swept through the room.
Luo Han fell on his back on the table, completely unresponsive. Ling Qingxiao's face was very close to her. In order to let her hair cover Luo Han's face, Ling Qingxiao could only press down as much as possible, and the tip of their noses almost touched each other.
Luo Han stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes. The cold beauty's long hair was not undone, and it hung down on her face with a fragrance. The beauty's face was almost close to hers.
Luo Han saw with his own eyes that Ling Qingxiao's ears were also red, his eyes wandered for a while, he was embarrassed to stare at her again, but glanced at Luo Han's earlobe.
His lips moved, and he told her silently: "How offensive, please bear with me for a while."
The man with scars pushed open the window, and the strong fragrance of acacia rushes toward him. Judging from this level, it doesn't look like it has just been ignited. The scarred man's eyes wandered around the house. Because of the cracks in the window, he couldn't see it completely. He could only see that the house was in a mess, and the furniture fell to the ground. Separated by a curtain, a man was pressing a woman on the table. His posture was intimate and full of desire for control. His clothes were draped to the ground. It seemed that the battle was fierce.
There was still a drapery, and the figures of the two people were blurry, but it could be seen from the back that the man was very young. The Scarred Man knew, it turned out to be a young man, no wonder he acted so rudely, smashing the house like this, he couldn't even wait for the bed, and it was directly on the table.
Seeing that Scar hadn't come back for a long time, the old bustard bravely walked over. She saw Scar parked in front of a room and seemed to be looking inside. The old lady's heart beat fiercely again, and she greeted her with a smiling face: "Demon Lord, what are you doing? Our girl is still waiting for you in front."
Scar is not interested in seeing other people's lives and fragrances now, he is still waiting to vent his own. He took two steps back and asked, "When did this room open?"
"It opened a long time ago. About half an hour ago, Master Liu brought the girl in."
Scar was completely relieved. This time coincides with the situation in the house everywhere. The people inside entered the door before the scars, and the old bustard saw it with his own eyes. All in all, the people inside didn't have time to come out and follow him.
He should have been overthinking just now.
Scar felt bored and strode out. The old bustard hurriedly chased after him and asked flatteringly, "That girl..."
"Send it to the room."
The old bustard was overjoyed, they really don't care about reputation in the demon world. In their opinion, things like drinking and eating are the natural desires of the body, and there is nothing shameful. If it was a different demon clan, and the scarred man wanted her in the corridor, he would have to, but the feathered demon clan was different.
Because the Feather Monster Clan looks like an immortal clan, they also have a bit of immortal clan temperament. The Feather Monster Clan is a monster. Compared with the orthodox Immortal Clan of the Thirty-sixth Heaven, it is much more debauched and charming, but compared with other Monster Clan, it is still too conservative.
If Scar had to force it today, after today, I am afraid that the lead dancer of the Feather Monster Clan will also be at a loss. The signboard that was finally held up, the prostitute is quite reluctant.
The old bustard responded quickly: "Hey, good. Demon Lord, your room is number 4 C..."
The voices outside gradually faded away, Luo Han was lying on the desk with his waist hanging in the air. Ling Qingxiao's long hair fell down beside her ear, her hand rested on Luo Han's shoulder, his sleeves fell naturally, pressing Luo Han's cuffs, Luo Han almost covered him under him.
Even if Luo Han was inexperienced, he knew that this posture was not very good. She coughed lightly and said, "He's gone."
Ling Qingxiao was too embarrassed to look directly at Luo Han. He apologized, then straightened up from the desk, and immediately turned his back: "Sorry, it just happened suddenly, I didn't mean to offend."
"I know." Luo Han's body suddenly lost strength, and after holding on to the case for a while, he felt his mind return to his original position, "For the sake of the task, I understand."
Ling Qingxiao turned her back to Luo Han, and was about to say something when the tip of her ear suddenly moved. The master in the bed tent heard the movement and was about to wake up.
Ling Qingxiao's expression changed, and she ignored the embarrassment, and immediately turned around to signal Luo Han to leave quickly. However, Luo Han hadn't stood up yet, and he wouldn't be able to react at all for a while. When Ling Qingxiao saw that the people inside were about to lift the curtain, she couldn't control much, she leaned over and hugged Luo Han, quickly pushed open the rear window and jumped out.
Liu Ye, who was sleeping inside, opened the bed tent, hammered his head and muttered: "Did I put down the curtain before going to bed? Hey, why is the back window open? I just said why it's so cold, so the window is open... "
At this moment, Ling Qingxiao flew out from the rear window, lightly tapped between her feet on the edge of the window, and flew lightly across many rooms, light and steady, her body was astonished, and she couldn't tell that she was still holding a person in her hands.
Luo Han was picked up horizontally and his back was completely in the air. She was instinctively afraid of falling, so she could only be forced to grab Ling Qingxiao's shoulder: "Where are we going?"
"Go to the room of the demon with the scar on his face."
"How do you know where he is?"
"They said just now when they left, the number 4 C in the sky." While speaking, Ling Qingxiao lightly landed on the railing, he flicked his fingers against the rear window, and then slid through the window.
This set of operations flowed smoothly and naturally, Luo Han was stunned when he saw it.
Luo Han couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "It's too skilled... Could this be a racial talent?"
Ling Qingxiao flew over from the outside in a straight line, one step ahead of the man with scars. There was no one in the room at the moment. After he stood firm, he quickly searched for a suitable hiding place, and finally settled on a curtain.
This drapery is sandwiched between the room post and the wardrobe, and it is long enough to hang down, encircling a small independent space between the post and the wardrobe, which is difficult to see from the outside. Moreover, it is also close to the rear window. If there is an accident, you can break the window at any time.
Ling Qingxiao stuffed Luo Han behind the curtain. Hearing her words, he said helplessly: "What kind of racial talent, don't talk nonsense."
"It's not a racial talent, so it's because of your practice that makes perfect?" Luo Han also raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Look at your movements of prying doors, flipping windows, and hiding, you are so skilled, if I hadn't known your experience, I would have To suspect that you've been acting, you're actually an old lover."
"No." Ling Qingxiao had a serious expression and retorted very seriously, "This is a very basic movement technique."
Luo Han originally meant to make fun of him, but he explained it very seriously, but instead made Luo Han embarrassed to continue. When she goes on, she always has the guilt of bullying honest people.
After Ling Qingxiao cleaned up the scene, she put down the curtains. As the curtain fell, the light suddenly dimmed, and the two of them seemed to be able to hear their breathing.
Luo Han was inexplicably embarrassed, she took a step back, trying to open the distance between the two, but she didn't expect that there was a small step behind her, she tripped and almost fell. The space in the gap is limited, Luo Han fell like this, and his head slammed directly against the wall. Just as she was about to touch it, a hand reached out from the back of her head, firmly padding it between her and the wall.
Ling Qingxiao put his arms around her, and his clothes today were long sleeves. In this way, Luo Han seemed to be surrounded by him in a small independent world. The light in the curtain was dim, Ling Qingxiao looked down at her, her eyes were beautiful and soul-stirring: "Be careful."
Luo Han was half leaning against the wall, with him in front and his hand in the back, Luo Han didn't know where to put it. In the end, she coughed lightly and asked, "Why haven't they come yet? Shouldn't we be in the wrong room?"
"This place is indeed No. 4 C of the Heavenly Character." Ling Qingxiao frowned slightly and said, "It may be a delay on the way, so wait."
I don't know if Ling Qingxiao noticed that when he was thinking about things seriously, his face was serious and his eyes were extremely focused, which was actually very seductive.
Luo Han quickly turned his eyes away and tried his best to shrink himself a little: "Then... what are we going to do later?"
"I've seen a secret technique in the classics, called Mengxinyin." After Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, he coughed uncomfortably, "This secret technique has been lost for a long time, and not many people know about it. When people's defenses are relaxed, they can use Meng Xin Yin to control the other party's mind in a short period of time, and ask them about things without a single word. "
Luo Han knew that this was a high-end version of the Immortal Realm of Veritaserum. Luo Han thought along this line of thought, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right: "You said to use Mengxinyin when his heart defense is relaxed, shouldn't it be the relaxation I think?"
Ling Qingxiao's expression was visibly embarrassed: "...Yes."
Luo Han snorted and looked at Ling Qingxiao with a brand new look: "You can't tell if a real person doesn't show his face, you can even know this kind of thing."
"I didn't mean to look for what I saw when I flipped through the book."
"Then why can't I find this kind of book?" Luo Han deliberately teased, "You said before that there are orthodox books in the library, not even the evil demons like Charming Yao. Then why? lead?"
"It's not in the library." Ling Qingxiao knew that she was doing it on purpose, but she still couldn't do anything about it. "I read a lot of books, so it is inevitable that these will be involved."
Luo Han's face was shown at close range. She was about to say something when Ling Qingxiao suddenly reached out and covered her lips: "Shh, someone's here."
Luo Han immediately fell silent. After a while, there was a sound of walking outside the door, and suddenly the door was slammed open. Luo Han understood why the scarred man had been delayed for so long. It turned out that he had brought two women.
Tsk tsk, the Demon World is really open. Obviously there was only one in the corridor just now, and after a short while, it became a hug from left to right.
Fortunately, the scarred man didn't intend to flirt, so he went straight to the topic as soon as he came up. Luo Han was debating whether to block her hearing for a while, when she suddenly saw Ling Qingxiao raise her hand and cover her ears again.
Luo Han looked up at Ling Qingxiao in amazement, Ling Qingxiao was very calm, and lowered his eyes to signal her to look at the communication token.
This token is produced by the Tiangong military, with first-class confidentiality and no aura fluctuations. Even if it is used at close range, there is no need to worry about being detected. Luo Han looked down to check the news, and found that Ling Qingxiao said: "Don't listen to indecent manner, you don't listen."
Luo Han's teeth were sour, and he replied without showing weakness: "Public is public, private is private, please separate public and private affairs, and don't interfere with my completion of the task."
Ling Qingxiao had no choice but to temporarily free up one hand to reply to the message: "I will use Meng Xin Yin at the right time, you don't have to worry about the task."
"You listen to yourself, but don't let me listen?"
"I didn't listen."
Luo Han was surprisingly angry: "How did you know when he arrived at that point if you didn't listen?"
Before Ling Qingxiao could reply, the coquettish voice of the woman outside stopped abruptly, and the two who were arguing about who should listen were shocked together.
Luo Han was almost instinctive, and gestured with his mouth: "So fast?"
Ling Qingxiao understood her lip shape and glared at her immediately.
What are you saying, what are you happy or not, is this what the girls say
Although he also felt that it was a bit too... fast.