It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Duan Muyang observed that she gradually entered a stable state, and he realized that she had found a way to deal with it.

He immediately set up a ban and stopped disturbing her. Instead, he turned around and walked to the desk and began to deal with the affairs of the demon clan.

Lan Qingya felt like she was playing a cement mixing game inside her own body.

After integrating all the immortal power and magic power, the body seems to have adapted to this mode of operation.

Even if she no longer deliberately guided them, the immortal power and magic power would be able to merge on their own according to the trajectory she preset.

This is undoubtedly a historic breakthrough.

Lingtai Zhenren never found such a balance, so it goes without saying what happened to him.

When she opened her eyes again, Lan Qingya felt refreshed.

What caught my eye was Duan Muyang's face as he focused on handling the affairs of the demon world.

Lan Qingya had to admit that he was very handsome.

It is completely different from Jun Moxiao's cold and noble temperament of an exiled immortal.

He had a seductive and deep color.

Perhaps due to the influence of the demonic energy in her body, Lan Qingya felt that after looking at him for a few more seconds, her breathing became disordered, and she quickly lowered her eyes to calm herself down.

What's the use of a good-looking dog man? He never does anything human.

Except this time I helped her break the seal.

Yes, he helped her break the seal.

Maybe she should try to believe him?

Lan Qingya's breathing was obviously different, and Duan Muyang noticed it almost instantly.

He raised his eyes to look at her and quickly caught the admiration in her eyes.

Is she admiring him?

Duan Muyang lowered his eyes to hide the joy in them.

She has some vision.

"How are you feeling?"

He looked up at her again. Duan Muyang had never known before that it took courage to meet someone's gaze.

Lan Qingya nodded and tried to convey the message: "Much better. You, have you seen what's going on inside my body?"

Duan Muyang hummed.

"So, do you have any guesses? About me."

"Like, Chi You bones." He thought for a moment and decided to tell her.

The body is hers and she has the right to know.

Lan Qingya frowned: "Chiyou bones?"

"When the Demon Realm was first created, it was because the ancestor of the Demon God, Chi You, fell. Similar to the Great God Pangu, the various parts of his body transformed and gradually formed the current Demon Realm."

"At that time, the only bone he had left was on Zhuolu Mountain, the sacred mountain and forbidden area of ​​the Demon Realm." His voice was deep, as if it came from 50,000 years ago.

"When the Heavenly Saint God came to set up the barrier, he took away the only piece of Chiyou's bone. We, the demons, have also looked for it, but there is no trace of it."

As he spoke, he also felt it was strange: "I didn't expect that Chiyou's bones would be in your body."

"Is this a good thing?" She looked at his serious face and subconsciously felt something was wrong.

"Yes and no. Chiyou bone is a sacred treasure that all the creatures in the demon world are eager to get. With it, the demon world may have another demon god."

"But at the same time, Chiyou bones belong to Chiyou. How can he allow himself to be used by others?"

"Perhaps, he wants to use the person who got the bone to be reborn."

Lan Qingya was surprised: "Isn't he dead? When a god dies, shouldn't his body return to chaos and his soul return to the outer world?"

Duan Muyang shook his head: "There are formations and instruments on Zhuolu Mountain that can suppress his soul and spirit."

"The Jiuli Pot and the Chiyou Sword are Chiyou's life-saving magic weapons. With them, Chiyou's spirit has always been lingering in Zhuolu Mountain."

Lan Qingya sat down and poured two cups of tea, then brought one to Duan Muyang and handed it to him.

She recalled the dream in which a voice was calling her. Was it Chi You who was bewitching her to make a sacrifice in order to resurrect him?

She suppressed her uneasiness and wanted to ask Duan Muyang for advice, but she was afraid that her anxiety would be conveyed to him, and even more afraid that he would refuse.

Duan Muyang is not her master and has no obligation to help her.

She looked around and saw him reaching out to take the cup, slightly distracted.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not notice that the cup she handed to him was the one she had just used.

Lingtai Zhenren said that she was the same as him.

Now it seems that he knows about Chiyou's bones.

"Didn't Jun Moxiao tell you?" he once asked her.

Master, do you know something?

But why didn’t Master tell her?

She shook her head, perhaps it was Lingtai Zhenren's plan to alienate them as master and disciple.

After all, before this, she herself didn't know about Chi You's bones.

Master probably doesn’t know this either.

She suppressed her doubts and looked up to see Duan Muyang tilting his head back and pouring the tea into his mouth.

"You're really wasting good tea by guzzling it like that." She couldn't help but tease.

Duan Muyang was able to help her release the seal without holding any grudges, and he also did not lie to her about the Chi You bone. He was very kind.

Lan Qingya decided to return the favor, or at least stop confronting him.

After all, she doesn't know when she can return to the mortal world, so here, she still has to rely on him as a big tree.

Lan Qingya always knows how to understand the situation. Since she wants to cling to him, she must give him the necessary emotional value.

Duan Muyang pursed his lips with a feeling of unsatisfied taste: "It tastes different this way."

It was already dark. Lan Qingya was exhausted from the fusion of the demonic energy in her body and the immortal weapon. She ordered him to leave: "It's late, Your Majesty, isn't it time to rest?"

Duan Muyang nodded: "It's time to rest."

"Then please do as you please, Your Majesty."

Lan Qingya watched him put the teacup on the table with a smile, thinking that he was about to leave.

She turned back to her inner room, lowered the curtains, took off her outer clothes, and went back to bed.

After a moment, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and Duan Muyang lay down beside her without changing his expression.

Lan Qingya:!

She turned to look at him, and he was just keeping silent with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.

[Xiaoba Gouzi, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are good-looking! ]

[Just because I can't beat you now doesn't mean I can't beat you in the future! ]

[My patience with you is limited! ]

The corners of Duan Muyang's lips slightly lifted.

She said he was good-looking.

Oh, women, you are hypocritical creatures.

"Master Demon, do you want to rest here?"

Duan Muyang turned sideways, opened his eyes and stared into her surprised eyes.

"Yes, this is my bedroom. If I don't rest here, where else should I rest?"

Lan Qingya gritted her teeth, turned over and was about to pass him and go out: "Then I'll find another room."

As soon as she stood up, a big hand appeared at her waist and gently brought her back to the bed.

"Are you afraid of me?" Duan Muyang's peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper.

Lan Qingya glared at him angrily: "Yes, I am afraid of you."

[You are so beautiful and yet you seduce others. This is a heinous crime! Who is not afraid of evil people? ]

The demon king in front of him laughed softly: "Okay, I won't touch you, be good and go to sleep."

As he spoke, he really closed his eyes and dozed off.

Lan Qingya looked at his even breathing and honest movements, and couldn't help but wonder if she was being mean.

She stared at him for another quarter of an hour before finally succumbing to exhaustion and slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.