Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Seeing Ye Guan and the disciples of Zizai Sect leave, Mu Yun was finally able to sit down, but there was a bit more hostility in his eyes when he looked towards Wen Bumian.

The real strength of Ye Guan is still unknown, but from what he just said, it is clear that he does not even take Wen Bumian, who has recovered 80% of his strength, seriously.

Jiang Tingwan had no cultivation at all, and she was able to intimidate them only because of her previous reputation. If they really fought, Jiang Tingwan would only be exposed. Now this city was strange and abnormal, and he had just used Jiang Tingwan's name to intimidate Zizaimen, which was completely putting her on the fire. If something went wrong, it would only implicate her.

What made him even angrier was that Jiang Tingwan was actually happily protecting Wen Bumian without any sense of guard at all.

"There is a shortage of rooms in the store today, so Master and Qingge have to share a room." Just when Mu Yun was worried, Mu Qingge spoke up and solved the problem.

"I don't feel wronged, I don't feel wronged!" Jiang Tingwan said quickly. The thought of being able to live in the same house with the heroine he created was a unique experience.

Mu Yunzhong looked at Mu Qingge in surprise, but saw her nodded at him. He immediately understood that with her guarding Jiang Tingwan, he would not have to worry about Jiang Tingwan's safety.

He immediately turned to Wen Bumian and said, "I wonder if Sect Master Wen would mind sharing a room with Yun Zhong?"

With Mu Qingge protecting Jiang Tingwan, of course I have to keep an eye on Wen Bumian.

"Of course I don't mind!" Wen Bumian met Mu Yunzhong's gaze, drank tea, looked at him and smiled thoughtfully.

The two elders had made arrangements, and the remaining people naturally formed their own teams and allocated the remaining rooms.

People began to move around in the lobby, and some of them, who had eaten and drunk their fill, went up the stairs and into their rooms.

After a simple meal, everyone in the Sanyuan Sect went back to their own rooms.

At the same time, a drunk man with a red face staggered and fell on Meng Ziyuan.

Meng Ziyuan was so angry that he quickly pushed him away.

"What are you doing!" he shouted loudly, shaking off the smell of alcohol on his body with disgust.

"You saw the fairy so soon?"

The drunk man opened his eyes and saw Mu Qingge in front of him. He was so excited that he wanted to get closer, but Lin Shuyu and Mu Yun finally stopped him.

"Sir, you are drunk!" Lin Shuyu pulled the drunk man away.

Hearing the man's voice, the drunk man finally realized and shook his head. He looked around in disappointment and muttered, "I thought I fell asleep so soon. I wonder if my fairy still remembers me."

Xiaosheng? Lin Shuyu also looked at the man in front of him in surprise. He was forty years old and had gray hair. He didn't blush when he was called Xiaosheng? Oh no, he was very red now!

"Meeting is fate. I saw you guys talking to the waiter for a long time. I guess you don't know what's in this city..."

The drunk man burped when he said this, and the smell of alcohol was strong. Lin Shuyu covered his nose but still waited for him to continue.

"Please give me some advice, sir?"

When he heard someone asking humbly, the drunk man immediately replied with a smile, "This city is a city of flowers and a city of bliss! Whatever you want, you can get it here!"

The drunk man pulled Lin Shuyu and talked while pointing his finger at his heart, and his smile became obscene.

Jiang Tingwan shuddered when he saw this smile up close, and frowned in disgust.

The ability of the dream monster is to create beautiful dreams for the dreamers, making them stay in the dreams willingly and become the dream monster's nourishment. Even if they can wake up from the dreams, they will age due to the loss of part of their vitality.

But even so, many people like him flock to Pingxia City every day just to pursue a dream of doing whatever they want.

This man is a person who has woken up before, but now he still goes back and forth for the so-called fairy in his dream.

The young waiter saw the collision and quickly stepped forward to take the drunk man away, apologizing, "Sorry! I will take this guest back to his room now!"

Then he called out, "Old Huang, forget it, quickly lead these guests upstairs!"

"coming!"

The old man heard the call and responded slowly.

The drunk, who felt someone supporting him, looked at the young waiter carefully, his eyes becoming more blurred, and he called out excitedly, "Fairy!"

"Ah, yes, fairy...you will see the fairy soon! I will help you back to your room first." The young waiter comforted the drunk man.

His words also became strange amid the crowd of people returning to their rooms. They all seemed to know where this place was and even came here for this purpose.

"Dear guests, please follow me." An old voice came.

When going up the stairs, Old Huang, who was leading the way, walked slowly due to his disabled legs. Everyone couldn't hurry him and could only wait patiently.

Meng Ziyuan, who had no patience, glanced at Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang beside him. Mo Shaoyu understood and stepped forward. Although Mo Shaoyang was hesitant, he still followed. Together with Mo Shaoyu, they carried Old Huang up the stairs, in the name of supporting.

"Old man, if you are not feeling well, let us help you!"

The two carried Old Huang up the stairs quickly, but Old Huang, who was respected as the old gentleman, was not happy, "No need to help, I can walk."

Mo Shaoyang and his brother looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment. Fortunately, the young waiter who had just seen off a guest saw them and hurried over.

"Old Huang, what's wrong?"

“Hahaha… they saw that I was slow and helped me up.”

The waiter also smiled and helped Lao Huang to the side, "Let me do it!"

After that, the waiter walked to the front and opened several rooms in a row, introducing them, "Your rooms are all in one place, six in total, you can choose your own."

"In that case, I won't be polite." Wen Bumian looked at Mu Yunzhong, "Then I'll have to inconvenience my nephew!"

After saying that, he winked at Jiang Tingwan, smiled slightly, and walked into a room first.

Mu Yun, who witnessed all this, frowned slightly, but still followed.

Meng Ziyuan and Lin Shuyu behind him entered the same room, Mo Shaoyu and Mo Shaoyang entered another room, and the other four outer disciples also entered their own rooms.

As night fell, the dream demon was about to come, and Mu Yunzhong's test was about to begin.

Jiang Tingwan looked at Mu Yun's back as he entered the house. For a moment, he felt an indescribable uneasiness. He didn't know why, but this feeling had become stronger since it got dark.

"Uncle Master, please!"

Mu Qingge's voice brought Jiang Tingwan back to her senses. She could only suppress her uneasiness, turned around and walked into the house, but her peripheral vision happened to look in the direction of the door.

It was precisely because of this glance that she suddenly realized where this uneasiness came from. She excitedly walked to the railing on the second floor, her eyes fixed on the closed door.

No one has ever walked in through that door since it was closed.

And the male protagonist who was supposed to appear tonight did not come to this inn!

"Uncle Master? What's wrong?" Seeing Jiang Tingwan's nervous expression, Mu Qingge asked.

Jiang Tingwan turned her head suddenly. She couldn't tell Mu Qingge about this feeling, so she could only smile calmly, "Nothing! Let's go in."

As she said this, she glanced at the waiter and Lao Huang behind her and walked into the house.

Although Mu Qingge also felt strange, she still followed him into the house. The moment she closed the door, she heard the sound outside gradually fading away.

"Sixth Brother! Am I really that old?"

The old voice was full of doubt.

But the young voice replied calmly: "What are you afraid of? I am still here, Sixth Brother. At worst, I can see you off to the grave!"