Chapter Seventy-One: A Trip to the Demon Realm

Woke up again because of the cold touch on his forehead, Ji Mo Yueyang pulled his sleeves and pulled the back of his hand away, "Awake?" ā€

"Water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info "Qing Hu felt that his throat was about to smoke, and he was uncomfortably dry.

Jimo Yueyang grabbed the void, and the water cup on the table moved to his palm.

Holding the glass of water against her peeling, chapped lips, "Drink." ā€

Qingqi wanted to reach for it, but he took the water cup away, and waited for her hand to be lowered before handing it over again.

She glared at her, drank the water from her glass, and felt a lot more comfortable in her throat.

"Still?"

She shook her head, wanting to lie down, but her back ached, and she couldn't help but grin her teeth.

There was a chuckle in her ears, and her back was covered with a solid, cold hand, overlapping with the touch of the big hand in a coma, and she shuddered.

"What's wrong?" Jimo Yueyang asked.

Qingqi shook his head, how could it be him, he must have had hysteria when he was in a coma, and he was just laughed at when he said it.

"Where is he?"

Jimo Yueyang avoided answering, and asked instead: "Do you want to go out for a walk?" ā€

Qinghu's heart is excited, no matter how you figure out the structure of the demon world, you can use it to escape in the future.

Seeing him laugh again, Qing Hu glared at him fiercely, and the latter put his hand into a fist between his lips and coughed lightly, then bent down.

"What are you going to do?" She hurriedly put her hands on his chest.

Jimo Yueyang said as a matter of course: "Didn't you say you wanted to go out and have a look?" Some feminine eyebrows raised, "Why don't you try to walk to the door by yourself?" ā€

Qing Xiao moved his whole body as if he had been crushed by a stone, knowing that the other party must have thought the same way, so he ridiculed him.

"If you dare to do it, I will!"

"What's that?" Jimo Yueyang approached with interest, and her white arm stretched out from the bright red robe, gesturing to caress her cheek.

Qing Hu grabbed it, bit it down unceremoniously, and heard the other party exclaim in a small voice, "You woman!" ā€

"This is just to tell you, I'm not a soft persimmon, if you want to do something, I won't let you succeed!"

Jimo Yueyang leaned his arm to the side of the Night Pearl, and in addition to a neat circle of embossing, there was some suspicious liquid on his smooth arm.

"Oh?" The pitch is high, "It's naughty." ā€

He stopped talking nonsense, picked the man up, and strode out of the meteor.

It was a huge mansion, and there was a huge plane tree at the entrance of the courtyard, but the difference was that the leaves of the plane tree were shining with golden light, which was very beautiful.

Maybe she was fascinated by it, and with a wave of Mo Yueyang's hand, pieces of golden plane trees swayed and fell, covering the ground.

"It's beautiful."

"What is the beauty of this, there are many things in the world that are much more beautiful than this, if you want to see it, I will lead you there."

Qing Xiao was silent, and she began to carefully look at the courtyard, the courtyard was not large, the layout was similar to the pavilion in the world, and an arched bridge connected the room just now and the gate opposite.

"Isn't there daylight?"

Jimo Yueyang walked across the arch bridge with her in her arms, and she just turned around and saw that the courtyard where she lived was called "Wanggui"

"Well, the demon world doesn't need light, even if there is light, the darkness in the demon's heart will swallow the light."

His steps were steady, his chest rising and falling slightly with the speed of his speech, and Qing Xiao tried to record the buildings around him as he spoke.

"Get out." She pointed to the gate,

Even Mo Yueyang doesn't talk nonsense, a little on tiptoe, and jumps out of the door directly, outside the courtyard is a courtyard, the layout is similar, and there is also a door.

"Where have all the slaves gone?"

"No?"

"No?"

He looked down, "Surprised?" ā€

"Yes, according to your personality, you should have a group of wives and concubines, more than a thousand slaves, and live a luxurious life."

Jimo Yueyang said expressionlessly: "You think so?" ā€

Qing Xiao just said it happily for a while, but he didn't think too much about it, and the water that was spilled out of the words was not easy to take back, so he responded.

Jimo Yueyang stopped, turned around and walked back.

"How did you go back? Oh! Don't go so fast, I'm going to die! ā€

When she returned to the familiar room, she was mercilessly thrown on the bed and rolled into the brocade quilt, and her whole body was disgraced.

"Jimo Yueyang!" She gritted her teeth and ripped the brocade quilt off, and then looked up, where was there anyone.

After that day, Count had not seen the man again for many days, and only an old servant who had not spoken had brought three meals a day, and then withdrew, and would appear again quietly after she had finished eating, and take the dishes.

The leaves of the sycamore tree in the courtyard fell and grew, and the green horse could not wait, and once waited for the servant to take away the utensils, and then quietly pushed the door out.

The exhaustion of her body has improved a lot, and there is no problem with daily walking, but she was stunned when she pushed open the door.

What about pavilions and lofts? What about the small bridge and flowing water? Except for the sycamore tree that shimmers with golden light, which is the sycamore tree in memory, all the rest have changed.

That's right! She ran desperately towards the gate, but the vermilion gate was unlocked, and it was pushed open at once, and a plaque hung on the gate "Wanggui"

The same courtyard, but different scenery, she was completely confused, just turned around, found that I don't know when it started, the deaf and dumb old man stood quietly behind her, cloudy eyes staring at her coldly.

"I'm just out for a walk," she tried to hide her purpose, but seeing the expressionless look on her face, she grunted and headed out into the room.

When the old man waited for her to return to her room, he went away without saying a word, without even closing the door, as if he didn't care about her running away.

The next day, when the old man came to collect the dishes, she stopped the other party, "I want to take a bath." ā€

The old man just nodded, and after a while there was a knock on the door, and two strong men came in with a bucket of water.

The two strong men looked the same, Qing Hu looked at it twice, the brown fabric flashed in front of him, and the old man stood in front of her, looking directly at her with cloudy eyes.

She hurriedly came back to her senses, "I'm going to take a bath, it's going to take a long, long time, don't come in without my will." ā€

The old man didn't know if he understood, so he nodded and left.

Qing Hu closed all the doors and windows tightly, and then touched the water with his hand to make a sound similar to taking a bath, and then secretly opened the door.

There were two small pieces of paper in the shape of a human being thrown at the door, she didn't pay attention, stepped on them, and then was stunned.

Who can tell her why the courtyard is different today than she saw it that day? Except for the golden plane tree and the plaque at the door, the rest is different.

Without the old man's obstruction, she ran far away in one go, on the demon world chassis, the fairy qi was definitely unacceptable, and the demon qi was not good, in order to avoid attracting people, she could only run.

I don't know how many doors I passed, but I finally saw a red wall outside the courtyard, no longer another identical wall, but a golden plane tree.

I can't count how many sycamore trees there are, but I can only see the roots of the sycamore trees entwined with their roots, the branches intertwined, and the golden pages emit a soft light in the dark night.

There was a path in the plane tree, and she followed the path to the depths, and her feet slipped and she hurriedly retracted it, and the gravel fell at her feet, and there was no sound for a long time.

She looked at the abyss under her feet in horror, and if she was not careful just now, she would probably fall down.

Looking into the distance, Qing Hu thought that he had come to the human world.

The houses are densely packed and brightly lit, and you can faintly see pedestrians moving like ants.

So? She lives in a huge mysterious mansion on top of a mountain?!

Turning back, the old man stood silently behind her, clasping his hands on his chest, revealing his arms as thin as dry branches.

This time, Qinghu was not too frightened, she said, "I want to see Jimo Yueyang." ā€

The old man was familiar with shuttling in the mansion, although there was no sunlight, but he was just able to see the road ahead, and occasionally when Qinghu felt that his instep was sore, the other party could always feel it keenly, and then slow down.

Finally, the old man stopped in a courtyard, and Qing Hu took a special look, there was a door plaque in the courtyard, but the door plaque did not mention the word.

The old man stood with his head bowed, as if he was not ready to go in.

Although he scared himself repeatedly, Qing Hu still thanked him politely, and just pushed the door when he heard the woman's laughter.

The hall is covered in a red curtain, and the room is brightly lit, with the occasional figure reflected in the bamboo paper in the window.

If she goes in and sees how embarrassing it is to see an inappropriate scene for children, is it better for her to say hello before closing the door or closing the door directly?

Qing Qi was entangled, strolling around the door of the room, listening to the delicate voice of the woman inside.

"If you don't come in, go back." Jimo Yueyang's voice came out, and the woman's laughter disappeared instantly.

Qing Hu summed up and went back like this, shrugged it too much, pushed it with both hands, straightened his waist and tucked his abdomen and walked in.

When I saw the scene inside, I knew what it meant to be extravagant, hugging left and right.

Obviously, the mansion looks small from the outside, but it can almost accommodate a hundred people inside, with twelve vermilion coiled dragon pillars on the roof, and heavy red curtains spread on the ground.

She jumped off the eight curtains before she came to Jimo Yueyang.

Jimo Yueyang was lying on the warm collapse, the red robe was loosely covered on his body, and he could see a large piece of bare chest and two red points on his chest, and a shadow formed at the base of his thigh in the long legs that were bent.

Two bewitching-looking women sat up and down in front of and behind the collapse, one with his arm gently on his knee and a bunch of crystal grapes in his hand.

Jimo Yueyang pillowed on the other person's thighs, and the two snow-white clumps on the woman's chest were so low that they could almost touch his cheeks.

Qing Hu wiped his face and turned his head, "Beast." ā€