Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

Lan Liang was taken to a dark and humid environment, where the smell was not pleasant, Wen Feng and the others were threatened to kill him if he came any closer.

Looking up and looking around, except for the candles used to illuminate, there is no light at all. Lan Liang's hands are tied behind his back, someone is pushing him behind him, and someone is holding him in front of him. Lan Liang feels like a cousin It is about the horse in a book about four monsters and a monk.

Then he was placed in a cell that could only accommodate one bed and one person. Lan Liang looked at the black-robed man standing in front of him. The originally dark environment made the black-robed man seem to be hidden in the darkness.

The man in black stopped in front of the cell, as if waiting for something.

"Why don't you call for help?" One of the attendants asked the question in the heart of the black robe.

Lan Liang blinked and didn't speak, pretending not to hear, what a joke, sitting in a cell can avoid the task, why not do it, why call for help.

But at this time there is still a question before him, he must ensure his own safety, Lan Liang answered irrelevantly: "Will you kill me?"

"As long as you are obedient and obedient, I won't kill you."

The words of the man in black were like a reassurance, which made Lan Liang's heart return to his stomach.

"Oh."

The man in black: "..."

Is this how a normal person should react?

He casually summoned an attendant: "Go, find a doctor to come over and show him."

"Yes."

Lan Liang ignored them, nestled on the couch in the cell, stood up after a while, and knocked on the door of the cell with the hilt of his sword to play.

Veins popped up on the jailer's forehead, and he held back.

In this way, "ding-ding-ding--" lasted for half a stick of incense, Lan Liang seemed to be tired from knocking, and finally stopped being a demon, and the jailer guarding him breathed out a turbid breath, as if in the half stick of incense. Li is old and haggard.

Glancing at Lan Liang, he stood still like a mountain.

Lan Liang glanced at the outside of the cell. Although the place was a bit dark, it looked quite big. He poked the jailer's back with the hilt of his sword.

The jailer finally couldn't bear it anymore and exploded, "What are you doing! Could there be someone like this?!"

A burst of footsteps came in a hurry, and the jailer fainted without warning. Lan Liang looked at the person who came, he lifted the big hat that covered his face, and looked at the person's face: "Minin?"

Mining smiled at him and said, "It's me, keep your voice down. I'll take you out."

After Mining finished speaking, he took the key from the jailer and opened the lock, took Lan Liang's hand and ran out against the wall.

It's just that before walking to the exit, an iron gate suddenly dropped rapidly. If Lan Liang hadn't stopped in time, the two of them might have been crushed.

"It's scary." Although Mining said so, there was no fear on his face.Stretching out their hands to grab the railing, the two felt something strange behind them. They wanted to turn around but it was too late. Lan Liang was entangled again and couldn't move his limbs. His eyes moved to Mining, who was also in the same situation.

Lan Liang lowered his eyes.

The man in black leaned against the wall and tilted his head towards Lan Liang: "You are not small."

Behind him, a man in white with a suitcase poked his head out: "Who does the lord want me to see?"

The man in black pointed at Lan Liang: "Show him his brain."

Lan Liang: "?"

This must be some new way of swearing, struggling with limbs angrily, but being entangled more and more tightly.

"Crack-"

A slight sound resembling a broken bone was especially clear in the dark and empty environment. Lan Liang, who was originally angry, had tears in his eyes at this moment. He didn't know if he wanted to fight for breath, but he didn't shed a tear.

It's just that the small mouth was deflated, and the tears were suppressed abruptly, and the head drooped in grievance.

Mining's expression froze, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he was unmoved.

Lan Liang was placed on the straw mat that had been laid long ago by the puppet, and the doctor felt his pulse with his hand on his wrist: "There is no major problem except that he is weak."

"Has anything in his body been detected?"

"This..." Lang Zhong paused, and slowly shook his head: "The old man didn't detect any abnormalities in this young master's body."

"How is it possible?" The man in black strode towards Lanliang, grabbed his collar and asked, "Where did you hide the relic?"

Lan Liang: "Pull it out."

The man in black: "..."

Mining: "..."

Doctor: "..."

"What, what?" The black-robed man seemed unbelievable, was it the one he thought of?

Lan Liang's leg was fractured by the puppet, and he was still in pain. He hung his head and said nothing.Mining was entangled and couldn't fix his bones in the afternoon, but looked at Lan Liang with his head drooping pitifully, and his eyes turned cold again.

Lan Liang touched his small satchel, and took out the relic from it to show them. The man in black reached out to snatch it, but Lan Liang withdrew his hand and looked up at him: "The leg hurts."

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and the man in black thought that it would be a short while anyway, so he waved his hand to the doctor who was waiting quietly at the side to heal him: "Connect him."

"Yes."

The doctor was ordered to step forward and pull up Lan Liang's trouser legs, wanting to see the specific situation.

"Crack——"

The puppet entangled Minin made a small sound, and the man in black noticed it instantly, and looked sideways at the entangled Minin.

Mining looked at him, and met the eyes hidden in the depths of the black robe. For a moment, the man in the black robe seemed to be seen through by such a brat, and he straightened his body and looked back at him very calmly.

But Mining didn't want to say suddenly: "How can a human being hang out with a group of monsters?"

As soon as the words fell, the aura around the man in black became extremely terrifying. He coldly faced Mining's direction, manipulating the puppet to wrap him tighter and tighter, trying to strangle Mining to death.

Lan Liang suddenly pulled out his sword and cut off the puppet's waist. Mining fell from the top, adjusted his posture and landed steadily, moved his body, and picked up the sword: "Zi Que, let me borrow your sword."

Lan Liang paused, looked at Mining's back and didn't speak.

The two people next to him were fighting fiercely, but none of them came up to help or dissuade him, and the doctor didn't seem to have heard of it, so he just asked him: "Does it still hurt? Let me see the bruised part."

Lan Liang shrank his feet and resisted a little. He didn't agree, but just pointed at the painful place, "It hurts here."

"Okay." The doctor didn't open it in the end, but fixed his legs with two wooden boards: "Don't move around, you usually drink medicinal soup to recuperate your body?"

"Ah."

"What kinds of medicinal materials are there in the medicine you drink? Talk to the old man." The doctor: "This way I can give you a prescription that doesn't conflict."

"I can do it myself." Lan Liang frowned, obviously strongly resisting the prescription, "It's fine like this."

"Drink the medicine to heal quickly." The doctor insisted on his own opinion, and did not let Lan Liang mess around.

Lan Liang looked up at him and said abruptly, "You are a demon."

The doctor stopped packing the box, and smiled at Lan Liang, "Even if I'm a demon doctor, I'm still a good demon doctor."

The author has something to say: Happy Christmas Eve