Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

Lan Liang sat in the darkness of nothingness, his expression was not as cautious as before, he was obviously used to it, he was dragged into this nothingness, it must have been made by that unknown creature, that thing didn't speak, neither did he Words, just wait silently.

A faint blue light jumped out from between Lan Liang's forehead, turned into a long sword, and lay on the ground in a daze. Lan Liang looked at it inexplicably, and asked, "Soy sauce, why did you throw yourself?"

The sword on the ground rang twice, as if protesting, but stubbornly refused to turn into a villain. Lan Liang frowned and patted the hilt of the sword. Soy Sauce did not make any movement other than making a "clank" sound in protest. .

Lan Liang was suddenly blessed, he held up the soy sauce with both hands, and stared at the sword, "Aren't you unable to speak? Can't you change back to soy sauce?"

The sound of "clank" from the blade of the sword became louder, making people dizzy. Lan Liang slammed the hilt of the sword hard enough to calm it down. Although the soy sauce could not speak, it still hummed softly in protest With their own grievances.

Lan Liang didn't bother to care about it, and it wasn't easy to hold it in his hands. He glanced around, looking for something. Don't ordinary swords have scabbards? Where did the soy sauce scabbard go? Convenience, he has already begun to dislike soy sauce: "Where's your scabbard?"

soy sauce:"…………"

Afterwards, no matter how Lan Liang asked, how to beat, how to beat, Soy Sauce pretended to be dead and refused to answer.

"Could it be another little soy sauce like you?"

This time the blade of the sword flickered, and there was a faint blue light. Lan Liang looked at it: "Why are you angry? Did you quarrel with the scabbard?"

Soy Sauce was so angry that he jumped up from Lan Liang's hand, turned over and left himself on the ground, and then stopped moving again, which was an acquiescence.

A unique smell that has never been smelled hits the nostrils. This indescribable smell is getting stronger and stronger. Lan Liang frowned and covered his nose. A handsome and handsome young man was born from nothingness. He lowered his head and looked at Lan Liang.

But after a while, he showed a harmless smile, picked up the sword from the ground, took out the embroidered handkerchief and gently wiped the sword body.For some reason, the usually arrogant and domineering soy sauce assassin was pinched by a stranger without any struggle and allowed him to move.

The young man's face was blurred in Lan Liang's eyes. He thought that the young man was unparalleled and handsome just based on his feeling. He wanted to look at him again, but suddenly felt that he was pulled away.

Lan Liang opened his eyes and saw Yin Ning's stubbled chin. He sat up suddenly, but happened to bump into Yin Ning bowing his head accidentally, and finally bumped into each other with an irresistible result.

Lan Liang covered his head, while Yin Ning held his chin, and said angrily, "What are you in a hurry for?"

"How many years have I been asleep?"

Yin Ning: "... Where did you come to this conclusion? You just slept for two days and one night."

"The chin..." Lan Liang stared at Yin Ning's chin seriously, and poked the green stubble. It was a little itchy and hard, and suddenly a desire to rub it soared in his heart. Lan Liang pressed his face to the green stubble. Rubbing on the stubble, an indescribable feeling of coolness and a little itching brought him a sense of pleasure.

Yin Ning pulled him away abruptly: "What are you doing?"

"Come on." Lan Liang didn't think there was any problem with this at all, and answered with confidence.

"Don't run into other men's arms to rub your beard in the future."

Lan Liang felt that Master was baffled, so he looked serious, and said solemnly, "Master, I'm not stupid."

Yin Ning was speechless and ignored the words of the silly apprentice. Seeing that Yin Ning did not speak, Lan Liang calmed down and observed the demon world that he had never seen before. He was thinking whether to tell Yin Ning to bring some special products back to Daliang. The memory that I had sealed in my heart was pulled out again, and it circulated in my mind over and over again.

Lan Liang, who couldn't hold back his restlessness, suddenly fell into a slump. He slipped out of Yin Ning's arms without making a sound, and walked to a place far away, wanting to divert his attention by looking at the things in the market.

I don't know if the creatures hidden in his body are against him, the memory fragments in his mind are constantly enlarged, and even the voice is becoming more and more substantial.Enduring the pain, Lan Liang touched his neck subconsciously, but he couldn't feel anything.

The clip of Yin Ning stabbing his parents with a sword kept flashing in his mind, and even the scene of blood splattering was clearly engraved in his mind.

Lan Liang almost couldn't restrain himself, and ran over to Yin Ning, who stretched out his hand to catch him, but was slapped away: "They, did you kill them?"

Seeing Lan Liang's appearance, Yin Ning knew that he remembered the war ten years ago, Yin Ning took his hand and put it on his heart: "Zi Que, whether you believe me now or not, but I I swear to you, I never killed anyone."

"It's just unlucky. Every time the real murderer leaves, I will take the blame."

The bloody clips stopped appearing in a loop. Lan Liang looked at him, and Yin Ning sighed, pulled him into his arms, and said, "As a teacher, I have to admit one thing to you. In fact, I am from the Demon Realm."

Lan Liang: "I know, your enemy has said so."

Yin Ning: "...Well, especially because I have a relatively high status, if I do something in the human world, I will definitely be punished by heaven."

"Master." Lan Liang interrupted him, pursed his lips, and said, "I also have something to hide from you, but I'm not going to hide it now."

"Don't be angry."

Seeing her little apprentice staring at her seriously and innocently, Yin Ning was still not willing to be cruel, and finally nodded in agreement.

"There's a strange thing in my body."

Yin Ning's body was tense, and he was about to move with his hand. Lan Liang opened his hand and continued: "It doesn't hurt me, but it makes me very angry. It always pulls me into a dark place when I'm not paying attention. place, forcing me to think of those things."

"Can you tell me what it looks like?"

"It looks like a person." Lan Liang recalled: "But I don't think it should be a person. How could there be someone in my body? He must have deliberately used the human form to confuse me."

"En!" At the end, Lan Liang nodded affirmatively to his own analysis.

As if thinking of something, Lan Liang said to Yin Ning seriously: "Master, the soy sauce and its scabbard quarreled."

"Maybe the figure in the darkness I placed was the scabbard, because he held the soy sauce lightly."

"Zi Que." Yin Ning stroked his forehead: "Is your brain burned out? What soy sauce are you talking about?"

Lan Liang: "..."

"The sword you forged for me became conscious, and then ran to me." Lan Liang watched his expression carefully, and said, "It's a blue sword."

Yin Ning: "...I said I couldn't find it, but I ran to you."

"However, the scabbard you mentioned was only half done, and something happened later, so it was temporarily put on hold."

"Why, is it as intelligent as that sword?"

Yin Ning paused, twirling his thumb and index finger, "Can you call out that sword?"

"it is good."

Lan Liang concentrated his energy and recited the name of soy sauce silently in his heart. After waiting for a long time, there was still no shadow of a sword appearing, but Lan Liang had already started to breathe unsteadily.

"I'll try again." Lan Liang closed his eyes and tried his best to call out soy sauce in the sea of ​​consciousness. He could vaguely see a cluster of blue light beating, but he just stayed there and didn't respond.

Lan Liang gave up and came out of the sea of ​​consciousness: "He doesn't want to come out."

"Master..." Still wanting to say something more, Lan Liang suddenly felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if being grabbed and ravaged by a hand, the pain was tight.

Lan Liang only frowned, trying to hold back the pain, his face was expressionless, but his pinched white fingers betrayed him, Lan Liang touched his back, his eyes trembled slightly, and his fingertips stayed above the wound , asked: "Does it hurt?"

There was a gentle breeze, and the sun shone warmly on the two of them. Lan Liang's white face had fine fluff. Yin Ning looked down at him seriously, and his little apprentice's fleshy face began to become sharp.

The beauty inherited from his parents gradually emerged, and the embryo of a little beauty began to develop into a big beauty. Yin Ning tidied up his somewhat messy hair, and smiled: "It doesn't hurt."

"Liar." Lan Liang knew that Master was comforting him and wanted to reassure him. It's not that he had never been beaten before. At that time, the pain was so painful that he wanted to kill, and the guilt surged in his heart. Lan Liang sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry. .”

Although he didn't know why he wanted to hurt Yin Ning at the time, but if he was hurt, he was hurt, and he was the master who raised him. Lan Liang felt more and more guilty and depressed.

"Let's go." Seeing Lan Liang's emotional instability, Yin Ning pulled him up: "Didn't you want to buy something to settle in our house?"

"Huh?" Lan Liang blinked his eyes in confusion, he had indeed thought about it.

Speaking of which, he kind of missed the food at Fenglin Inn, and his little bamboo courtyard.

"Master, when can I go home?"

Yin Ning led him to a stall and looked at the dazzling array of products: "When you become stronger, when you can protect Master, and when you won't be defeated by outside words, then you can go home. "

"What did Master mean?"

"You realize it yourself."

"Stingy." Lan Liang puffed his cheeks and muttered softly.

"If I was stingy, I would have thrown you away a long time ago." A smile flashed across Yin Ning's eyes, and Lan Liang's mind was full of memories from childhood to adulthood, and his little apprentices had grown up so much.

In fact, Lan Liang understood what Yin Ning said, but if he followed what he said, Lan Liang would panic for no reason, feeling that he would lose something.

"I will do this according to Master's instructions." Lan Liang hesitated, and finally made up his mind to ask: "Will Master disappear?"

"No." Yin Ning stopped and put a pear wood hairpin on Lan Liang, "But if I continue to stay with you, it will hurt you, so I will leave for a while, and wait for the teacher to settle everything. After it's settled, I'll go home with you, okay?"

"Master." Lan Liang clenched his sleeves tightly: "Is this matter difficult to settle?"

"Yeah." Yin Ning rubbed Lan Liang's face with his thumb: "It's hard to settle it. I'll bring you something nice when I finish the matter, okay?"

Lan Liang didn't respond to his words, but only said: "Master, you have to remember to come back."

"Okay, I promise you."

"Go back, it's getting late, your senior brother should tidy up the place where I used to live."

"Okay." Lan Liang couldn't help looking forward to it. He hadn't seen the place where the master who was the demon king lived. It sounded like the emperor of Liang Kingdom was as powerful as the regent.

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Lan Liang looked expressionlessly at the residence of the so-called Demon Lord.

The dilapidated courtyard, the outer wall made of mud, the gate that is about to fall, and the weeds that have just been pulled out in a yard.

Lan Liang couldn't bear to spoil Yin Ning's mood, so he could only boast that he didn't mean it: "You are so powerful, master, much better than the pigsty in the backyard of the owner of Fenglin Inn."

Listening to Lan Liang's praise without any ups and downs, Yin Ning knew what he was thinking in his heart, and patted his head lightly: "What do you think, just go in and find out."

Following Yin Ning through the door, the dilapidated courtyard gate and the house with no roof suddenly transformed into a unique scenery.

Lan Liang looked at the door behind him in disbelief, it was no longer a dilapidated wooden door, but a stone door, Lan Liang looked at the heavy stone door, and said to Yin Ning solemnly: "Master, the stone door is put in the tomb after death. "

"What the hell did your cousin show you again?" Yin Ning patted his head lightly: "He told me about stealing and memorizing."

"Don't listen to your cousin, you just know how to talk nonsense." Yin Ning corrected him: "Don't say that there is no such rule in the demon world, even the human world does not have this rule. Shimen must be something that is only used in the tomb."

"Just like those market story books you often read, don't they also have secret ways of stone gates?"

Lan Liang was being led away, he looked at the back of Yin Ning's head, the words he spit out were still so far-fetched, but he just liked this atmosphere, it made him feel like he was back in the past.

"Stop talking nonsense." Yin Ning pulled him forward: "It's time to eat."

Watching Yin Ning sit down at the main seat, Lan Liang took the opportunity to sit beside him, Yi Gangcuo and Xian Jiangyou also sat down, and Yi Gangcue gave Lan Liang a small gadget: "Here, make it with a magic plant. Grasshoppers can move."

Lan Liang accepted the grasshopper made by Mo Zhi and thanked him: "Thank you, brother."

"Is senior brother also from the Demon Race?"

"No." Yi Gang smiled brightly at him: "I am the same as my junior brother. My mother's sister's husband is a demon, and then he became your senior brother for various reasons."

Lan Liang: "Oh."

Xian Jiangyou didn't say anything along the way, he seemed very depressed, so Yi Gang hurriedly took a look at him.

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When Yi Gang urged the two to leave, Lan Liang stared at the wine glass in Yin Ning's hand eagerly. Yin Ning, who was planning to taste the wine, saw Lan Liang's expectant eyes, and turned his hand to pass the wine glass over.

Lan Liang was afraid that he would repent, so he took the glass and poured it down, Yin Ning's mouth twitched: "How much do you like drinking?"

"Master's wine is delicious." This time, the wine was shochu, which Lan Liang drank heavily by himself, and now it's a bit over the top.

Yin Ning clamped his chin: "Don't tell others that in the future."

"Huh?" Lan Liang tilted his head: "Why?"

Yin Ning didn't answer his question, he just asked: "Zi Que, do you know me?"

"Recognize, recognize, you are the master."

"Well, I'm the master." Yin Ning leaned closer to him, and lightly placed a kiss on his lips, like a superficial touch: "Only the master can do these things."

The author has something to say: there will be an update in the evening if there is no accident