After arranging everyone, Jiang Fu returned to the first floor only to find Han Yu who was unconscious. He rushed over to deliver some spiritual power to Han Yu, and hurriedly asked when he woke up slowly.
"What happened? Where are the second senior brother and Daoist Qingchen?"
Han Yu quickly remembered what happened before he fell into a coma. His expression changed and his voice trembled.
"Xiao Li, Xiao Li is a demon cultivator, he took Daoist Qingchen away..."
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Jiang Fu was stunned, and then there was a trace of solemnity on his face, he turned and rushed to the room on the second floor.
Both Li Zhen and Yuan Chen in the room were there, but one was lying on the ground, the other was lying on the table, and they were both unconscious.
Jiang Fu checked their conditions one by one, and fed them with healing medicine. Yuan Chen slowly woke up, but Li Zhen was still unconscious.
Yuan Chen looked blankly at Jiang Fu who was frowning, hugged him nervously, and asked in a low voice as if he was very scared.
"Chengcheng, where have you been? Just now your second senior brother broke in and attacked us. My neck still hurts."
After hearing what he said, Han Yu, who walked in right after him, became even more ugly.
He thumped the door frame resentfully, his fists turned white, and he muttered in annoyance and pain.
"Xiao Li is... actually really a demon cultivator."
He knelt down on the ground dejectedly, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, he couldn't believe that his younger brother, who was still intimate last night, would meet him with a knife.
It was as if he had betrayed himself, and the heart-wrenching shocking fact almost made him suffocate.
Jiang Fu walked over to help him onto the table, sighed and comforted him.
"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother must have something to hide, let's find him first and then talk about it."
Tears glistened in Han Yu's eyes. He closed his eyes tightly, and the water stain disappeared.
He shook his head, the usual hippie smile on his face disappeared completely, revealing a heaviness and determination that Jiang Fu had never seen before.
"I'll go find Xiaoli, and I'll leave the matter here to you."
Jiang Fu frowned in disapproval and said.
"It's too dangerous for you to go by yourself, I'll send a few..."
"No."
Han Yuli stood up and looked at him with a calm expression on his face, but his firm voice was very clear.
"I'll find Xiaoli."
Jiang Fu saw the unquestionable determination in his eyes, hesitated for a moment and stopped persuading him, and put some spirit stones and spiritual weapons behind him for defense, and then watched him leave the inn worriedly.
The cultivation sects are cleaning up the mess, and the formerly powerful inn has turned into an embarrassing and tragic battlefield. Now that Moxiu has appeared in the inn, their plan to attack the underground palace must have been revealed, and they can only readjust.
All the sects have suffered losses, and the Tiangan faction has only Jiang Fu left as a real person. Han Yu Hanli's departure and Li Zhen's unexplained coma left him alone and helpless, and he felt very troublesome for a while.
It was already evening after discussing with the major sects, and now the hearts of the major sects were slackened. The major sects had lost their initial confidence in the magic cultivator, and they all panicked and proposed to return to the sect to recuperate temporarily.
Jiang Fu persuaded them to no avail for a long time. Those comprehension sects who were frightened by the tyranny of the demon cultivator clearly wanted to throw all the mess of the demon cultivator to the Tiangan faction, and retreated back to be an ostrich.
In the end, Jiang Fu himself was bored, and he stopped caring about those timid and fearful cultivation sects. He returned to the room with the food box in his hand.
Yuan Chen who was sitting by the bed focused on the direction of the door, his eyes lit up when he saw him coming in.
Like a well-behaved puppy.
Jiang Fu smiled, and just as he put the food box on the table, Yuan Chen stuck to his back.
Yuan Chen rested his chin on his shoulder, his warm body was firm and firm, clinging to him tightly without leaving an inch of gap, he felt aggrieved like a resentful woman.
"Chengcheng, I didn't go out after hearing what you said, why did you come here?"
Jiang Fu put the dishes in the food box on the table one by one, turned his head and kissed his face, his tone full of appreciation.
"Yuan Yuan is so good."
Yuan Chen's face flushed slightly, and he went over to grab his hand and put it on the table, rubbing against him, his sullen tone was filled with deep longing.
"Then you reward me, okay?"
Jiang Fu was startled, pushed him a little hesitantly, and whispered.
"you eat first."
"I don't want to eat, I just want oranges."
Yuan Chen's warm breath sprayed against Jiang Fu Bai's ears, and the eager joy in his words was obvious.
Jiang Fu scratched his palm and asked strangely.
"How do you feel that you are happy?"
Yuan Chen bit his side neck, his sharp teeth seemed to pierce the thin skin at any time, devouring every mouthful of sweet blood.
The joy in his chest overflowed from the corners of his lips to the corners of his eyes, his heart was beating a little fast, and his throat seemed to contain a mouthful of soft clouds, which made him eager to bite Jiang Fu's watery eyes and suck up the juice to quench his thirst .
Of course I am happy, everyone around Jiang Fu has been driven away by him, and now he is the only one left.
Only him.
Yuan Chen pestered him to toss and turn, his high mood was a little different from the previous few days.
Jiang Fu only thought that he didn't see him missing him too much all day, and he just happened to be busy with messy things all day, so he indulged his enthusiasm.
After tossing into the night, Jiang Fu fell asleep early from exhaustion. The face buried in Yuan Chen's arms was exquisite and quiet, with crystal beads of sweat on his forehead, and a few strands of black long hair hanging from the soaked temples. There was still a slight blush on the greasy cheeks.
His breathing was steady and long, and he was sound asleep.
Yuan Chen stared at him intently for a long time, brushed the wet hair on his face, then lovingly kissed his lips, whispered the almost sweet murmur of love that he could never forget.
"... Master."
His lofty, defiant and cold master was finally dragged into the soil by him, and then crushed vigorously.
The chaotic black mist was thicker and larger than before, silently covering Jiang Fu's whole body.
The breath of the demon cultivator is bound to have an impact on the practitioners, and such an aggressive black mist naturally made Jiang Fu feel very uncomfortable. He frowned subconsciously, and the ring-shaped waterless sword placed on the table Vibrated slightly by the master's call.
Yuan Chen hugged Jiang Fu even tighter, kissing him softly while comforting him in a low voice, after a while, Jiang Fu calmed down slowly.
The black mist had completely melted into his body, and there was still some emptiness floating around. Even so, Jiang Fu's whiteness was still dazzling, clean and pure.
Yuan Chen lowered his head and left heavy hickey marks on his neck, then reluctantly got up and got out of bed, he covered Jiang Fu with the blanket, and left the room quietly.
The most dangerous place is the safest place. I'm afraid the cultivators have never thought that the real underground palace of Moxiu is actually in the underground of this small town, just a few steps away from them.
The underground palace is very deep, and the inside is huge and complete. The people gathered here are those with high levels of cultivation in the magic cultivator, because those with lesser aptitude have been strangled by the cultivators.
"Little Hierarch."
The demon cultivators on both sides saluted respectfully, Yuan Chen walked into his palace without looking at them.
The leader Moxiu stopped him hesitantly, and complained embarrassingly.
"The leader told you to meet him as soon as you come back."
On both sides of the underground palace, faint fires were burning, and the shadows covered the gloomy darkness. Yuan Chen looked at him sideways, half of his outline was reflected by the dim fire light, and his pair of blood-red pupils were like bloody mouths in the abyss. , full of cold violence.
He flicked his fingers casually, as if brushing away disgusting dust.
"roll."
In an instant, the demon cultivator who was bold enough to make a sound seemed to be hit suddenly by a ferocious force, and he flew up and slammed into the mountain wall behind him. He was drowned by the falling stones, coughing and spitting out A mouthful of viscous blood.
All the demon cultivators were so stiff that they didn't dare to speak out, and listened silently to the sound of Yuan Chen's footsteps gradually going away.
Yuan Chen's palace is in the second half of the underground palace, he rarely comes here, and it is strictly forbidden for anyone to enter without permission, but this time when he entered, someone was already waiting.
Yuan Chen glanced at the kneeling man on the ground. His snow-white robes were worn out from the fight and stained with dried blood. His long hair covered his face, and he could only see the man hanging by his side. His hands trembled slightly.
Yuan Chen walked past him and sat down on the soft bed in front of him, lazily looking at the dying real Qingchen on the ground.
The man who had been kneeling slowly raised his head, revealing a pale face that was Han Li who had escaped from the inn, his hesitant voice was full of unbearable and guilt.
"Little Hierarch, why...why do you want Daoist Qingchen to become a Demon Cultivator?"
"Ah, because I don't like him."
Yuan Chen's palm hangs over Daoist Qingchen's and he holds it empty, breaking his chest and directly crushing the inner alchemy.
He looked down at Master Qingchen's face that quickly became gray and stiff, and showed a happy and cruel smile.
"Everyone who is not pleasing to the eye must die."
Yuan Chen in front of Jiang Fu was gentle and kind no matter when he lost his memory or after recovering his memory, but now Yuan Chen who easily decides the life and death of a high-level cultivator in the palm of his hand is more like a person who has no memory. The demon of the heart, fierce and violent, does whatever he wants.
Han Li stared blankly at Daoist Qingchen, who was no longer making any sound, and felt chills all over his body, and chills in his heart.
At that time, when he was dealing with the affairs of the demon cultivator alone at the foot of the mountain, he unfortunately fell into a dao. He became mad and almost blew himself up. Later, he had to become a demon cultivator in order to survive. But then Yuan Chen appeared and promised to help him hide the aura of the demon cultivator and let him stay in the Tiangan faction.
And Yuan Chen's request was for Han Li to be his subordinate, not to interfere, but to obey.
Han Li grew up in the Tiangan faction since he was a child. He knew that he, who had become a demon cultivator, didn't deserve to stay, but he really couldn't let go of the Tiangan faction, who was like his family, and his beloved twin brother Han Yu.
He originally just wanted to wait to see Han Yu again, say goodbye to him and leave, but when he saw Han Yu running over to hug him and laughing, he suddenly couldn't say what was stuck in his throat.
He doesn't want to leave his brother.
Not at all.
So in the end he agreed to Yuan Chen's request, pretending to see the fiancé picked up by Jiang Fu for the first time, according to Yuan Chen's request, he served the tampered tea to Qingchen Daoist, and when Qingchen Daoist went mad and slaughtered everyone Sometimes, he watched coldly, and then showed his true face in Han Yu's unbelievable eyes.
Sure enough, it was still exposed.
Will Han Yu be surprised, disgusted, or hate that he became a demon cultivator
Han Li didn't dare to guess, any outcome would tear his heart apart. He would rather live with the fantasy that Han Yu would come to find him and save him, but he was really afraid that Han Yu would put himself in danger.
He is already a demon cultivator, so let's just fend for himself, don't let anyone feel sad for him.
After forcing the eyes-obscuring Daoist Qingchen to disappear, Yuan Chen propped his chin and looked at him with a sad expression, and suddenly asked thoughtfully.
"If a person says he likes you very much, but when you appear in front of him with a different name and face, he doesn't know you at all, and once you change back to your original identity, he will continue to say that he likes you very much."
Yuan Chen caressed his knuckles absently, the red in his lowered eyes faintly flowed, and an unknown storm seemed to be brewing behind his flat tone.
"So, does he like you or not?"
The closeness between Yuan Chen and Jiang Fu was obvious, but Han Li didn't know that he was Jiang Fu's internal affairs disciple Tieniu, and only thought that he asked this question on a whim.
So after hesitating for a while, he answered honestly.
"I think even if I like it, I don't like it much."
Sensing some inexplicable chill mixed with Yuan Chen's sudden silence, he thought for a while and added.
"But it's also possible that the other party likes him so much that even if he finds that there are similar people around him, he will only think that he is unconsciously looking for comfort from others. Perhaps it is because of this that he rejects the people around him even more. Maybe the person, because what he was waiting for was only that one person, nothing else. "
As soon as Yuan Chen's expression moved, the red light in his eyes became more and more intense, almost dazzling, but it was only a flash of brilliance, and the red color quickly dimmed until it became calm.
He shook his head and said with a low smile.
"No, he won't give his feelings so easily."
His soliloquy was too vague, and before Han Li had time to hear it clearly, he heard his faint instructions.
"Go down."
Han Li stood up, glanced hesitantly at the corpse of Master Qingchen who had turned into smoke, and then retreated silently.