He can't refuse, he can't selectively lose his memory, and he can't follow Lan Qi in a bright way, because in front of this strong man, he may be crushed by a finger.

Minglu bit his lip, the sword was hidden behind him, his eyes were lonely, and he said, "Okay, but if the seduction fails, then you can't blame me." After all, that Demon Venerable is not such an easy character to deal with. But then again, what exactly are you trying to do with him? ”

He actually wanted to know what long-cherished wish this wave of people had with the Demon Venerable, and it had reached the point of carrying out such a big conspiracy.

He's just curious, and it's hard to dig deeper.

Minglu glanced at Lan Qi, he felt the uncontrollable powerful force around him, it was a deep sense of depression, his chest was pressed upside down, and even his spiritual power was a little ineffective. I could only take a step back, made a "you please" posture, and muttered leisurely: "What kind of world is this, I actually met such a difficult opponent, I was here to ..... Steal a sword, and steal tricks. ”

He touched the tip of his nose and followed behind Lan Qi with Murong Qingtian, and the group didn't dare to say a few words until they reached a nearby resting place.

In the inn, before going upstairs, Lan Qi instructed a few words, and said, "You guys be careful at night, this place is very rich in spiritual power, and it is not a good place to cultivate." ”

He glanced at Minglu and Murong Qingtian, and went upstairs.

The lanterns were swirling, the moonlight faintly fell into the floor, and the shadows of several spirit beasts floated on the floor, and they could be heard standing on the windowsill and singing.

Nothing happened all night, Minglu leaned against the floor in the wing, he slept with a sword in his arms, and a quilt was at his feet. Now that the tiger is falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs, this junior brother sees himself as unpleasant. If you have to let yourself sleep in a good bed, the miserable appearance is comparable to Qingwen in the Dream of Red Mansions.

Before a sip of water was drunk, the later people tossed themselves to death first.

He squinted at his sword, and from the stairs there was the sound of human footsteps, moving little by little in his direction.

Holding the saber in his hand, he faintly saw the door of the room behind him, which seemed to have signs of movement of a spirit animal.

"Who's there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a tiptoeing sound in the next room, which was the sound of a spirit beast talking.

"Okay, I've caught a female doll, and when I get to the Demon Capital Castle, I can use it as a gift for Lord Mozun. Isn't it tomorrow that there will be a competition in this city to recruit relatives, and then we will be able to pay more taxes if there are no women. ”

The spirit beast's voice was so soft and light that it was almost inaudible.

Who is Minglu, his ears are quite sensitive, he broke the door and came out, climbed over the railing, and blocked the spirit beast, only then did he see clearly what the spirit beast looked like.

It's a black and brown greyhound, and it looks like a werewolf, and saliva still hangs on the corner of its mouth.

He said leisurely, with a hint of disdain: "You little spirit beast is lucky to meet Uncle Ben and me, but you can't run away." How do you want to surrender or not? ”

"Your sister's human didn't even sleep, that scent is of no use to you?" The black and brown greyhound squinted his eyes and looked at the humans dangerously, and he stared at Minglu and said.

"Don't try to escape from me, you won't go far." Minglu's sword shook, stabbing Lan Qi's room out.