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

This matter is not easy to handle. His superiors are hiding deep inside, and other accomplices have not yet shown up. Simply eliminating Wu Xingyun will only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

Lan Qingya took the crystal mirror handed to her by Wu Nian and said, "You have to be careful too."

Wu Nian was immediately touched: "Don't worry, Brother Duan, I have already made an identical one and put it back. It won't be discovered until it is needed."

She thought about it and felt that there was a flaw in what she said, so she added: "My brother wants to help you find the mastermind behind this, so of course he will use it."

Lan Qingya didn't comment on her little thought and just nodded in response.

"Also, they have more than one Demon Lord, and at least three helpers."

Wu Nian sold out his brother completely.

Lan Qingya nodded and patted her shoulder meaningfully: "Got it."

Chaoyang Palace.

Lan Qingya and Duan Muyang sat opposite each other, both staring at the crystal mirror between them.

"Want to get in touch?" she tried to suggest.

Duan Muyang pursed his lips. This was the only clue now.

It can be used easily, but one is afraid of alerting the enemy.

After a long time, Duan Muyang picked up the mirror and handed it to Lan Qingya, motioning her to put it away.

"Now is not the time. I will take care of it."

Since he said so, Lan Qingya could only nod.

There were only the two of them in the hall. After pretending for several days, Lan Qingya fell on the warm couch with a look of pain on her face.

"I'm so tired, little lamb. You usually hold it like this, and you don't feel tired at all?"

"Not tired."

"I'm tired," she said, turning over, "Come and give me a massage."

Duan Muyang froze for a moment, but still walked over to help her massage her back.

"That's good enough..." Lan Qingya closed her eyes and enjoyed it, very satisfied with his performance.

Seven days later, Duan Muyang and Lan Qingya finally got their bodies back.

At that time, Lan Qingya and Duan Muyang were still in bed, and she touched her eight-pack abs without hesitation.

The next second, the two had switched back.

The soul was repaired to some extent, but not much.

Maybe it’s because not all of the Yihun Fruit was eaten.

Lan Qingya looked at Duan Muyang's peach blossom eyes glancing at her and couldn't help smacking her lips.

[What a pity, I can’t touch it anymore. ]

Duan Muyang blushed and pulled her into his arms.

The feeling of disharmony finally disappeared, and the girl in front of me was the one I missed more even though I saw her every day.

What should he do? He was a little drunk.

Lan Qingya was held in his arms, her body stiff: "Xiaoyang, what are you doing?"

His eyes were wide open, and he didn't answer, just staring at her.

Lan Qingya felt very uncomfortable with his naked gaze. She wanted to break free, but he wouldn't let her.

During the stalemate, Shan Cha outside the door called softly, "Your Majesty, there is news."

Duan Muyang then let her go and turned away from the bed.

Lan Qingya calmed her disordered breathing and cursed herself for being useless.

By the time she calmed down, got out of bed, and sat at the table to pour herself some tea, Duan Muyang had already returned.

Looking at his expression, his stern face remained the same, but his eyes showed some relaxation and joy, and she knew what was going on.

"Why, is there any progress?"

Duan Muyang hummed.

"Do you want to eat the blue python meat again?"

Lan Qingya's eyes lit up: "It would be disrespectful to refuse!"

If you are greedy, then you are greedy, it is rude to refuse it.

Duan Muyang was obviously in a good mood, and the expression on his face softened.

On the second floor of Tianxiang Pavilion, Lan Qingya looked at the python meat served and bowed to Duan Muyang with a smile: "Thank you, Lord Demon, for your hospitality."

Having said that, he started eating without any hesitation.

"It seems like there has been a breakthrough this time?" She chuckled as she observed his expression while eating.

Duan Muyang did not deny it and put some vegetables into her bowl.

He saw how she was enjoying herself, and that strange joy welled up in his heart again.

She is so beautiful that people can't help but get close to her.

He wanted to look at her like this all the time, forever.

Why not go back and talk to her clearly? Will she accept him?

Shan Cha behind him hurried upstairs and communicated with Duan Muyang through his spiritual consciousness.

Lan Qingya noticed the inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Duan Muyang smiled at her and said, "It's okay. I just forgot to deal with some official business. You eat. I'll be back soon."

These days, Lan Qingya has established basic trust in Duan Muyang.

She didn't doubt him, nodded and watched him get up and leave.

Lan Qingya has eaten and seen a lot, but the delicacies of the demon world still amaze her.

For example, today's python meat is tough but not old, fragrant but not greasy, and still has gravy.

Take a bite and your teeth and cheeks will be filled with fragrance.

Wow, it’s so delicious.

When they had almost finished eating the whole pot, Lan Qingya suddenly sensed a familiar smell.

She paused, uncertainty flashing in her eyes.

Then, a call came from outside that penetrated deeply into the soul.

"Alan!"

Lan Qingya's face turned pale and the chopsticks in her hand fell. She hurriedly turned around, went downstairs, and went to the street to identify them carefully.

"Alan...Alan!"

That’s right, it was Jun Moxiao’s voice.

"Master..." Lan Qingya's eyes were sore and she quickly identified the direction.

Her expression changed involuntarily.

It is Chaoyang Palace.

Duan Muyang just went back alone.

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In the huge square in front of the main hall of Chaoyang Palace, thousands of demon generals gathered.

Led by ten demon kings, they all took out their magical weapons and stared at the phantom in the air as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Duan Muyang came in from outside and saw Jun Moxiao's soul at a glance.

Will the soul leave the body during the Mahayana stage?

He snorted coldly and strode to the front of the crowd.

"You're here after all. Now that you're here, don't leave."

Jun Moxiao saw him and asked coldly, "Where is she?"

Duan Muyang narrowed his eyes: "Why should I tell you?"

"I want to take her away. She doesn't belong in the demon world."

As if he had heard a funny joke, Duan Muyang sneered at him: "Don't you know her secret?"

Jun Moxiao did not answer.

"You knew? You knew but chose to hide it from her. Interesting."

He seemed to have discovered something important, and showed some pleasure.

"If she knew that her trusted master had deceived her like this, do you think she would still treat you like this?"

Duan Muyang was murderous and heartbreaking: "You know her temper."

The coldness in Jun Moxiao's eyes became even stronger. He took a deep breath and called out with his soul.

"Alan!"

"Alan!"

Duan Muyang's face changed. Lan Qingya was in Shengdu City. She must have heard him shouting like that.

Her inner monologue from a while ago echoed in her mind.

[After leaving the demon world, I will never come back again, so it’s no big deal to let him use it. ]

Duan Muyang stared coldly at Jun Moxiao in the air.

He had murderous intentions.

As long as Jun Moxiao died, she would no longer have any thoughts in the mortal world and would stay in the demon world, by his side.

"Kill him! Destroy his soul!" Duan Muyang gritted his teeth and ordered.