Yan Muyu, the fifth young master of Wushuang City, is a person with a delicate face but a beard, which is a great contrast.

This is not innate, but a poison once when I was a child, which caused some of the body's mechanisms to be disordered and the body was overgrown with hair.

But a bearded face can't hide his whole feminine aura.

In fact, the intelligence of Yan Muyu, the fifth young master of Wushuang City, was no worse than that of his elder brothers and sisters, but his physical condition deteriorated after being poisoned, and his cultivation talent was dragged down, so he had no chance to compete for the position of city lord.

Even if because of his poor health, the city lord cared about him a little more than other children and treated him a little preferentially, but when it came to the position of the city lord, he was still not in the scope of consideration.

Since he was a child, he has been secretly talked about by the people in the house, but he still hears it often.

Over time, Yan Muyu, who had a cheerful and flamboyant personality when he was a child, became more and more gloomy and more and more able to disguise, and all his thoughts were hidden under that face.

Everyone saw that he was timid and weak, and he was very pleased with the city lord, and he was a little white face who grew on the black grassland.

At this moment, his white face tended to develop into the color of his beard.

After destroying the corpse of the demon domain person, Yan Muyu returned to the banquet and returned to his usual gentle and modest state.

Sitting in his seat, he looked coldly at the various people in the banquet.

Yan Muxiao and Yan Muxi are still-for-tat.

The lord of the city sat on the high platform and talked heartily.

Everyone will deliberately bypass him when they wander around the banquet to find a like-minded person, and the identity of the son of the city lord does not give him any extra points, just like a transparent person.

Hehe!

A happy sneer flashed in Yan Muyu's heart.

In that case, I will take what I want.

Yan Muyu raised her head and drank the wine in the cup, got up and left her seat.

......

Tang Xibai stood on the high platform and secretly complained that the big white goose was really unreliable.

Obviously, she said that she would not maintain her consciousness after entering the realm world, but this time she came in and did not incarnate as Yan Bolan or anyone else.

Rather, it exists in a soul-like manner.

Tang Xibai tried to walk far away, and found that he couldn't leave Yan Bolan's side five meters away, and if he exceeded five meters, he would be blocked back.

This is to limit her to Yan Bolan's side, and I don't know what the master of this realm world is going to do.

If it had an owner.

If she wants to leave, she can't leave, her soul can't eat, and others can't see or feel her, so Tang Xibai can only float to the nearest roof to sleep boredly.

The banquet lasted until the next morning.

Then came the days of the city's revelry.

Tang Xibai was dragged awake in the morning, because Yan Bolan left Yonghe Square, the distance between them was more than five meters, and Tang Xibai, who was sleeping soundly on the roof, was immediately pulled off the roof.

As Yan Bolan walked, Tang Xibai was like a kite flying with a string, floating forward.

Yan Bolan was going to the dungeon, and the dark guard caught a person from the Demon Domain, although the chance of interrogating something was very small, he still had to take a look.

The dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion was a little far to the west, Yan Bolan took a few steps and threw out the flying sword directly, and the sword left.

only bitter Tang Xibai, caught off guard, was pulled to fly rapidly, and almost vomited.

The most ridiculous thing is that her hairstyle actually exploded, and her long black hair stood up, as if it had been struck by lightning.

Fortunately, I soon arrived at the place, in a courtyard on the westernmost side of the City Lord's Mansion, which looked nothing special on the surface, just like an ordinary guest house.

It's just that the courtyard is relatively empty, there are no rockery pavilions, and there are no extra houses.

Only a few trees were planted, and occasionally a few flowers of various colors grew freely and were never pruned.

Tang Xibai moved his body, but he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly followed Yan Bolan.

Yan Bolan punched out a series of seals in a clearing, and a white jade stone gate suddenly rose from the originally empty place, standing there alone.

After passing through, I realized that this was really an entrance, and the world inside could not be seen from the outside.

Tang Xibai immediately wrote down the location, as well as the steps of Yan Bolan's seal, and when he returned to the real world, he went to the west side of the City Lord's Mansion to find it.

The secret guards in the dungeon took Yan Bolan and walked inside again and again, and every time they walked a distance, they would change to a person who led the way, and they could only pass through by opening a prohibition.

This dungeon is like a labyrinth, and if no one leads the way, you will really get lost in it, not to mention the prohibition.

Tang Xibai really had to thank him for his brain-sightedness since he cultivated, and it was not a problem to write down these things at all.

When Tang Xi and Bai Piao were a little tired, they finally arrived at their destination.

I don't know if it's just a dungeon, why is it so complicated to build.

What's in there?

Tang Xibai didn't know what was closed, and he didn't see it, this way was just a passage, there were no cells or anything, and there wasn't even a spacious place.

There is only a charming passage that winds and twists in circles.

Is this a tunnel?

As soon as Tang Xibai finished complaining, he saw the dark guard suddenly stop and make a mark against the wall.

After a halo, a fork in the wall was revealed.

Can you still play like this?

Tang Xibai was dumbfounded, so he didn't know how many cells he had passed along the way.

After entering the fork in the hallway, the space inside is finally no longer a passageway, but a large real cell.

I saw the fence.

There was also a cross in the center of the hall outside the fence, on which was tied a man, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman with his head bowed and his head was scattered.

Yan Bolan stepped forward and stood still in front of the man.

The man looked up, revealing a face that was distinctly different from that of a human in his loose hair.

Purple skin, if the Dark Guard is not able to make people's faces such an even color, they are innate.

The eyes are gray and lifeless.

The ears exposed in the hair are a little big, if Tang Xibai describes it, it is the size of a palm, and the two ears add up to a big face.

This person didn't know what to say to Yan Bolan.

Tang Xibai still wondered if there was a translator here, but Yan Bolan moved.

He didn't mean to interrogate, and pointed his right index finger at the forehead of the person in this demon realm.

The spiritual power flashed.

The man immediately froze, without any intention of resisting.

After ten breaths.

Yan Bolan let go of his fingers, and the person from the Demon Domain still had a dull expression, and sometimes grinned.

Tang Xibai thought for a moment, what Yan Bolan had just performed was the soul searching technique?

Every night when she sleeps, she has to listen to Xiaomo tell stories, customs, strange things, as well as practice tricks and practical spells.

These are all novel and interesting to Tang Xibai, and he listens to them with relish every time, and he has to be driven by Xiaomo to go to sleep.

Yan Bolan's technique was very similar to Xiao Mo's soul searching technique, and the thoughtful expression he showed after he finished casting it also proved that he should know something.