That Demon Lord doesn't want to live

As soon as Ye Lan fell off the chair, Xue Min quickly hugged him, his brows were tightly frowned, and he shot Weng Zhixu a sharp eye.Weng Zhixu shuddered all over and immediately sat upright, touched his nose guiltyly, "I didn't expect that the devil can drink so little." One, really one, only four or five cups of wine, it's still a drink Isn't it embarrassing for Mozun to drink so lightly?

Xue Min hugged him in his arms, and told Weng Zhixu with a cold face, "Go make sober soup."

Weng Zhixu spread his hands, expressing helplessly that there is no such thing as this world.

Xue Min lazily looked at him again, then turned and went back to the room with Ye Lan in his arms.Weng Zhixu waved his fan and followed behind him, "Hey, do you know why my wine is called Futu Yimeng?"

Xue Min ignored him.

Weng Zhixu pursed his lips and said to himself, "When Futu is drunk, there are three thousand big dreams. Don't you always want to know what happened to your brother back then? This dream of Futu can reproduce the unforgettable things in the hearts of drunk people. You I really don’t think about going to your brother’s dream to have a look.”

Xue Min put the person on the bed, pulled the quilt over, and walked out without hesitation.He wanted to know, madly wanted to know how the beautiful little fairy became the devil who killed his master and brother overnight, and also wanted to know how his brother became the master of the Qingming Demon Lord successor.But these are obviously Ye Lan's sad things, even if he has big questions, he doesn't want to ask him to bring them up again.

Weng Zhixu clicked his tongue but couldn't see the man's procrastinating attitude when he clearly wanted to know, he closed his fan with a snap, pulled Xue Min and fell into Ye Lan's dream.Xue Min's brows turned cold, and he summoned the Mercy Sword to shave off a strand of Weng Zhixu's hair. Weng Zhixu took two steps back holding his fan, "Stop, stop, now it's in your brother's dream, if you accidentally touch What should not be touched, your brother will be injured."

Xue Min's eyes were red, the mark of the fallen immortal on his forehead kept flickering, wishing he could chop Weng Zhixu off.

Weng Zhixu smiled flatteringly, "Jin also came in, why don't you go and have a look."

Xue Min didn't say a word, and took a long time to put the sword of mercy back, "You get out."

Weng Zhixu shook his head, "If I go out, you will also be sent out. After all, I am the one who brought you into the dream, and I am your master. You can only stay in this dream if I am with you."

Xue Min looked at him for a long time before walking forward without saying a word.Weng Zhi Xu Chang breathed a sigh of relief, waved his fan and followed.

There was nothing in Yelan's dream, and the surrounding fog was thick like a cloudy sky. Weng Zhixu and Xue Min walked for an hour before seeing a glimmer of light.

"Your brother's thoughts are really deep." Weng Zhixu couldn't help but sighed as he looked at the light in front of him.

The two walked for another cup of tea before a lush mountain forest appeared in front of them.Weng Zhixu waved his fan and wanted to speak again, but suddenly heard a rushing sound from a bush not far away, and then a seven-year-old child came out of the bush with a fallen leaf on his head.

The child was dressed in coarse sackcloth, his hair was soft and sticky, his hair was tied casually with a hemp rope, there were a few mud marks on his face, his eyes were sly and lively, and he carried a half-person-tall man on his back. The baskets are full of various herbs.He shook his head, and the fallen leaves on top of his head fell down one after another, and only after the leaves on his head fell off did he jump towards Xue Min.

Xue Min froze on the spot motionless, the child stopped in front of him, Xue Min's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched suddenly, his face was tense.He half-bent down to pick up a bright green leaf from Xue Min's feet, wiped it with his hand, folded it in half, pressed it to his lips, and blew gently, a clear whistle came out leisurely, he bent over Eye smiled, and ran away bouncing.

Weng Zhixu shook his fan and looked at the back of the child who ran away, and clicked his tongue twice, "Your brother looks like a girl, and he has a very naughty temper."

Xue Min glared at him, "You have a quick temper, and his brother is so cute."

Weng Zhixu clicked his tongue and was speechless, "Okay, okay, I made a mistake, follow up."

Xue Min glared at him again, then picked up his pace and followed him.

There is a village at the foot of the mountain, which is considered wealthy next to the imperial city.In recent years, there have been continuous natural disasters, and refugees from all over the country have gone to the imperial city, starving to death, and countless people have died of illness. Yelan is one of them, but his luck is better, at the critical moment of dying He was picked up by the barefoot doctor in the village.

At that time, Yelan was only five years old, and her skinny and skinny body suffered from the cold. After burning for half a month, she couldn't remember much when she woke up.It was the barefoot doctor who knew his name when he saw the word Ye Lan embroidered on his collar. The villagers looked at him pitifully, so they took care of him.

Yelan was grateful, and when he was in good health, he dragged a bamboo basket taller than him and followed the barefoot doctor to help collect herbs. Later, when he got older, the villagers helped him build a thatched yard. Here is a home.

In the past six months, there have been several floods in the imperial city, many people have died and plagues have occurred. Yelan was too young to help, so he ran to the mountains every day. Some herbs grew in the cracks, and adults could not pick them. It's small enough to get in.

Just after noon, Yelan came down from the mountain with a basket on his back. At this time, all the adults in the village had left the farmland, and there were only five or six children who were similar to Yelan chattering and playing together on the road.

The group of children saw Ye Lan from a distance and surrounded them. Brother and Ah Lan shouted together.Yelan took out a few fresh wild fruits from her arms and distributed them to them one by one, and the crowd made a fuss for a while before they dispersed.

Yelan carried the basket on her back and walked for two more cups of tea before stopping at the gate of a courtyard with a doctor's hall hanging. The courtyard was not quite the same, with three rooms in total, and the courtyard walls were extremely low. Can see the situation in the courtyard clearly.Yelan pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, found a shady place to put down the basket, scooped a ladle of water from the water tank in the open-air kitchen, and gulped a few gulps.

"Ahem... Alanmo is greedy for cold." The window of the main room facing the kitchen was suddenly opened, and an old man who was over half a year old looked at him, covered his mouth and coughed a few more times.

Ye Lan took the opportunity to drink the last sip of water in the ladle, turned her head and turned the ladle over to him, "Grandpa Liang, I didn't drink much."

Grandpa Liang was the barefoot doctor who picked up Ye Lan back then. It is said that he also fled here decades ago. Everyone in the village called him Old Man Liang.In the past six months, he suffered from a waist problem and couldn't walk a long distance, and he couldn't chase Ye Lan all the way to teach him a lesson like before, so he just leaned against the window and said, "If you drink too much, you will have a stomachache."

Yelan put the ladle back into the tank, jumped to the window in two or three steps, took out another half-red fruit from her arms, rubbed it on her clothes, and stuffed it into Old Man Liang's mouth.

The old man Liang immediately frowned, "Little bastard, can you wipe the bird droppings on this fruit?" He said and wanted to beat him with the fruit.

Ye Lan ran away, and the old man Liang shouted again, "Your Uncle Han called you to eat steamed stuffed buns. He said they were stuffed with meat, and he specially left two big ones for you."

Ye Lan waved her hand without looking back and disappeared without a trace.When Yelan came out from Uncle Han's house, she was already holding two round meat buns in her hands. The buns looked thin and thick, and when the wind blew, there was a smell of meat. Yelan wrapped the buns in oiled paper , Walk along the bridge beside the village to the thatched cottage.

At that time, there was just a flood in the imperial city, and there was yellow mud under the bridge hole. Yelan stretched his head to look at the mud lumps washed up by the flood while walking, and suddenly the corner of his eyes swept across a corner of his clothes. Looking closely, the corner of the clothes was dragged back by someone.Ye Lan was very curious, took off her shoes, rolled up her trousers and slid down the bridge.

The bridge hole was a little deep, and it was backlit. Ye Lan squinted her eyes for a long time before barely seeing a four or five-year-old little carrot head from a pile of mud.

The child was wrapped in a pile of mud, as thin as a hemp stick, with one leg splayed limply on one side, the other half bent, and the whole body shrunk pitifully into a ball.

Yelan supported Qiaodongyan with one hand, and stretched out to pull him with the other. The little radish was stunned, and shrank back into the depths of the bridge hole without knowing what to do.Ye Lan clicked her tongue, pulled her legs out of the mud with difficulty, and moved towards the little carrot head step by step.

The little guy was covered in mud, and he couldn't tell if he was half human, but his eyes were very cold. Seeing Ye Lan walking over again, the coldness in his eyes shot towards Ye Lan's chest a few times. Lan snorted and grabbed his arm with lightning speed.The little guy was also stubborn, he twisted his arms hard and was about to break free. He was covered in mud, wet and slippery, and his arms moved around unrulyly. Ye Lan didn't hold on to the whole person for a moment and was dragged into the mud with a bang .Yelan struggled to get up from the mud, turned around and left without saying a word, the little guy didn't seem to expect to bring people into the mud pile, and sat there for a moment in a daze.

Ye Lan got out of the bridge hole, looked around, and rushed into the woods on the right, and came out with a wooden stick as thick as a forearm after a while.He slid into the bridge hole again with a wooden stick, put one hand on his waist, pointed at the little carrot head with the other hand and said in a rascally way, "Either let me pull you out obediently, or I will knock you out and drag you out." Get out, you choose."

The little guy shrank back into the bridge hole because he was particularly ignorant of current affairs. Ye Lan gave a cold snort, and without talking nonsense, he hit him on the head with a stick.Ye Lan didn't reckon that he didn't even leave a mark, but the little guy didn't know how long he stayed in this cold bridge hole. He was cold and hungry and didn't have much strength. He was even more dizzy after being hit by Ye Lan. The whole person lay limp in the muck.

Ye Lan nodded in satisfaction, threw the stick in her hand, grabbed the little guy's arm and moved him onto his back.The silt in the bridge hole was very deep, and Ye Lan carried someone on his back, stepped in, and the silt covered his calf.After finally getting out of the bridge hole, the two were trapped in the ditch again. If Yelan was alone, he could climb up easily, but with a little guy on his back, it took a little effort.

Yelan looked at the canal wall that was half as high as him, pondered for a while, pulled the little guy's belt and tied him to his back, and tugged the willow branch hanging on the side of the canal wall Seeing that it was still strong, I grabbed it and climbed up.Yelan's body was covered in mud, and the canal walls were very slippery. He fell back and forth three times before he managed to bring the two of them back to the bridge.