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Ju Wuyou's lair looks like a tomb, with a huge earth bag bulging on the ground, facing south stands a stele, on which are engraved four powerful characters in seal script: "Someone, please do not disturb!" Behind the stele There are entrances and stairs.The kitchen is built on flat, elevated ground near the den.

Before entering the lair, Ling Yan first looked at the kitchen, and found that the doors and windows were closed, and there was no light coming through.It seems that Ju Wuyou should have finished cooking and left the kitchen.

Light cloud boots descended slowly along the stairs made of stones, and the torches on the walls on both sides made a crackling sound, but what was burning on them was not ordinary red flames, but light blue phosphorus fires.

Ling Yan had never seen the residences of other Moxiu, but this did not prevent him from complaining that Moxiu Ju Wuyou lived like a corpse, living in a cemetery, illuminated by will-o'-the-wisps.Making complaints like this, Ling Yan thought of himself again.What is the self who was caught back?

The first word that popped up in Ling Yan's mind was - Ming Wife.

He was suddenly startled into a cold sweat by his own thought, shook his head, and shook this wild idea out of his head.The wife of the dead refers to the daughter-in-law of the dead married by the living.And he, obviously, is alive.

Ling Yan came to the small square table in the center of the room.The small square table was filled with delicious dishes, all home-cooked, but Ju Wuyou made them exquisitely.There are mapo tofu, fish head tofu soup, fried liver tips, fish with pickled cabbage, wine-flavored bean sprouts, stir-fried mushrooms... Of course, a bowl of wontons with minced meat and coriander is indispensable.White porcelain spoons and wooden chopsticks rest on a porcelain bowl by the table.

This guy seems to be very keen on making wontons!Ling Yan murmured in his heart, he picked up the spoon in his hand naturally, and put a spoonful of fish head tofu soup into his mouth.The fish was fresh and the tofu was tender, but the soup was a bit cold.

From the corner of his eyes, Ling Yan caught a glimpse of the plain vase in the center of the square table. In the vase stood a budding white epiphyllum, with a piece of paper under it.It was written in black ink: "I have something to go out. I may come back later. The quilt has been dried."

Quilt?

After thinking for a while, Ling Yan remembered that he seemed to complain to Ju Wuyou this morning that the quilt was cold and wet, like a piece of iron, and he couldn't sleep well at all.Unexpectedly, the other party kept it in mind and did it immediately.

But the sunshine in Moyu doesn't seem to be strong, can it warm the quilt?Ling Yan was puzzled, for some reason, Ju Wuyou ran out of the Demon Realm with the quilt in his arms, borrowed the clothes poles of the local residents to dry the quilts, and then went to collect the quilts when the sun was about to go down.Ling Yan was almost amused by his absurd idea.

You must know that the Demon Realm is not a small place, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles belonging to the Demon Realm.Running thousands of miles away to dry the quilt, and running another [-] miles at dusk to collect the quilt, who would be so stupid to do such a troublesome thing?

Ling Yan lowered his head and carefully looked at the paper in his hand. His fingers stroked the slightly rough surface, and the ink characters on it twisted and stretched with his movements.Objectively speaking, Ju Wuyou's handwriting is very beautiful, and it is not too much compared to the famous calligraphers in the world.

Ling Yan smiled, rubbing his thumb and middle finger, a soybean-sized flame ignited on his light white fingertips, he flicked his wrist lightly, and the flame flew onto the paper... Soon, the note left by Ju Wuyou turned into Ling Yan. A handful of ashes at the feet.

After finishing all this, Ling Yan skillfully opened the stool and sat down, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the dishes on the table.At this point in time, he was indeed a little hungry.However, when the chopsticks reached halfway, Ling Yan's hand stopped.

He suddenly realized: Since Ju Wuyou is not here, why does he obediently eat dinner and stay in this cold lair?Ju Wuyou himself said it all on paper, something delayed him.

I can take advantage of this time to explore the terrain and find a way to get out, maybe I just escaped!

As for whether Ju Wuyou will get angry in the end, or even do something unfavorable to him in a fit of anger... Ling Yan's eyes moved slightly, judging from Ju Wuyou's performance in the past few days, the other party just wanted to lock him up, She didn't want to hurt him, and at certain times, she even indulged him, such as the delicious and hearty dinner in front of her.

Having figured this out, Ling Yan stopped hesitating and got up suddenly.Pushed by his movements, the wooden chair behind him moved back a little distance, and the chair legs scratched on the rough rocky ground with a bone-piercing sound.Ling Yan stepped out of the lair, Xue Qingyi Jue drew a sharp crescent-shaped arc in midair.

With the blessing of the gods, he was promoted to the golden core stage in a flash, not a little bit stronger than when he was just captured.Perhaps this time, he can directly break through the barrier and escape from the Demon Realm.

The light blue phosphorous fire burns faintly on both sides of the wall, emitting a strange light.Standing at the entrance of the lair, Ling Yan paused for a while, looked back at the sumptuous dishes on the table behind him, and hypnotized himself: "This is 'boiling frogs in warm water', I must calm down and not be tempted. No way!"

However, while talking, Ling Yan thought of the steaming bowl of wonton that Ju Wuyou made for him in the early morning of the second day after he was captured.In order to make that bowl of wontons, Ju Wuyou took great pains.That is to say, starting from that bowl of wontons, Ju Wuyou's culinary skills have undergone a qualitative change.

If Ju Wuyou was an ordinary Wuyi Sword Sect disciple, with his superb cooking skills, Ling Yan would definitely be 12 percent willing to make friends with him and keep in touch with him frequently.

……

No more thinking, Ling Yan's eyes showed firmness, and he stepped up the last step of the stairs, stepping out of Ju Wuyou's lair.Above his head is the strange gray and white interlaced sky unique to the Demon Realm.The cool night breeze gently brushed Ling Yan's hair.

He wanted to stroll around the lair randomly, but found nothing special.Just as he was about to change places to wander around, he suddenly saw a big fire igniting in the sky.The crimson flames mixed with the roiling heat waves burned the enchantment, vaguely, Ling Yan saw that the gray and white sky of the Demon Realm distorted for a moment, like ice crystals melting in the fire.

But the flame only burned for a while and then went out, as if powerless.

Ling Yan was startled: Fuck, someone finally came to save me!

Although Ling Yan firmly believed that Fang Baiyu and Zongmen would not forget him, but in the past few days, Ju Wuyou acted like a normal person, which made Ling Yan very uncertain.Seeing the fire that might be coming to save him suddenly, Ling Yan felt excited in his heart.And depending on the situation, Ju Wuyou was indeed restrained.

Ling Yan summoned his portable sword, the sword was as bright as frost and snow, his movement was like lightning, and he rushed towards the direction where the flame appeared.

By the way, he also told the system to play an exciting song in his ear. "Music! Start!"