Night, quietly. The night garden pavilion is brightly lit, and countless people are drunk in dreams.

The son surnamed Lu walked out of the Hongluan Golden Tent, and there was a row of shallow tooth marks on his bare arms, thinking that he had just gone through a fierce battle.

The room was filled with an ambiguous smell, both sweet and pungent.

The woman's bare toes hugged him from behind, and the jade hand kept wrapping, and the atmosphere gradually changed.

Lu Gongzi seemed to be a little irritable, interrupting the woman's provocation.

The woman snorted, looking very unhappy, half blamed, half complained:

"Men... Oh, I'm bored with myself. ”

Lu Gongzi listened to it, and he didn't want to ruin the woman's interest.

Jun Mian barely squeezed out a smile and said flatteringly:

"Master, how come?"

As he changed his words, he explained:

"Just now, my heart was beating so hard that I always felt that something bad was going to happen."

The woman sighed, as if guessing what the man was thinking, turned her head and comforted:

"Jing Lang, now that you are an immortal master in the eyes of mortals, and it has been several years since the destruction of the Wu Kingdom, you should also let go of your demons."

"Besides, you have kept the last bloodline of the Uzbek Kingdom, and the Qi Kingdom will not treat you badly, and neither will the master."

"You are the only rare genius in the country of Wu, as long as you practice magic with your master, the future will be smooth, why do you have to feel sorry for yourself for the strife of mortals?"

The man closed his eyes and acquiesced.

As if thinking about something, he slowly walked to the window, the half-open long window blowing in the cool breeze of the middle of the night, biting cold. In the wind, it seems to carry a black throat. The cry, like a knife, the sharp long knife bathed in the moonlight, brought undying hatred and murderous aura.

"Piercing people's hearts..."

“.....”

Bei Yu decided, when the matter here is done, he will go to Yunzhou Tiandaomen to take a look, he still doesn't know how the human civilization of cultivating immortals has evolved.

In Bai Lu's memory, there are three known continents, namely Xuanzhou, Yunzhou, and Yanzhou, as well as the legendary fairy world, the Central Continent.

According to the classics, for thousands of years, there were not a few mortals who sought immortals and asked questions, but no one knew about the Central Continent.

This continent of Middle-earth is isolated from the rest of the world, and there is no record of it.

He flipped through all kinds of classics, and with only a few strokes, he realized that this world was not as simple as it seemed.

It is as if there is a chasm between the human world and the real immortal cultivation world, and people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out.

Even the description of Middle-earth only exists in anecdotes, and there seems to be no trace.

"It's weird."

It was the first time he had seen such a closed, but not weak, civilization.

It doesn't look like an abyss, but it's more like a cage than an abyss.

Whether it is a mortal, an immortal, or even a heavenly dao, it is like a plaything in a cage.

The people behind the scenes in this world are afraid that their minds are not pure, and the so-called Central Continent is like luring poor human beings into a narrow alley, knowing that this road is not passable, but they have to go forward and fight the fire with moths.

There is something in mind about this approach.

He suddenly thought of the god-transforming monk Xuan Su who was fighting with him, the town guard?

Who is she guarding against?

Bei Yu seems to have grasped some important clues.

"It's still a matter of research, but if it's as I think, it will be even more interesting."

Bei Yu grinned.

Ahead is the Night Garden Pavilion.

Bei Yu licked his dry lips, and his body gradually dissipated, turning into a pool of black water.

The rain wrapped Beiyu, controlled the trajectory of the flow, and entered the pavilion.

"Good cover."

Bei Yu thought silently in his heart.

The sound of the glamour is almost inaudible here, as if it is at the back door of the Night Garden Pavilion.

The maids passed by him with good food and wine, and he slowly slid along the rain to survey his surroundings.

"Hmm."

That's a lot more than your own house.

As the water in the courtyard gradually increased, a small man in a cloth suit held a broom and cursed in his mouth.

The little maid looked at the water in the courtyard, although it was not enough, but he still did not forget his own work and worked hard.

The little guy took a broom and swept it.

"Uh-huh... Phew. ”

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine,

The little guy turned his head and found that there was nothing, grabbed his head and muttered a few times in a daze, and prepared to continue sweeping the water.

Suddenly, an evil smiling face appeared in the water, and the little guy was dazzled and rubbed his eyes.

I saw that the delicate arm suddenly stretched out from the stagnant water, grabbed his front door, and the little guy disappeared here before he could scream.