Beautiful apprentice dressed as a demon

After the guard reported, he didn't respond, saying that Jiu Chen wanted to come out to see in person and asked the two to wait.

From Jiuyi Mountain all the way north to Huangquan, it has been September, and for more than four months, Jianghuai has never received any news about Li Wenzhao except for a letter.

Jiu Chen came slowly, Jiang Huai waited patiently, obviously it was a very short time, but he felt that it seemed as long as three autumns or five years.

He swallowed back all his uneasiness and worry, and tried his best to soften his tone, appearing calmer, but the fundus of his eyes was red, like water, and the tip of his nose was also red from crying, fortunately, the shadow of the lamp erased some .

Nanzhu and him were standing outside waiting, looking over in front of them, the candles were flickering for ten miles, without sound.

It took about a cup of tea before Jiu Chen came out of the palace from the palace.

Jiang Huai knew that he could only show himself as a demonic disciple, so when Jiu Chen looked over, he remained absolutely calm and said calmly, "I am a disciple of the Demonic Dao of Jiuyi Mountain. Seeing that the lord has not returned, On the orders of the elders, I came to Huangquan to pick up the lord on his way back."

"Oh? From Jiuyi Mountain?" Jiu Chen looked him up and down, and then saw Nanzhu.

Nanzhu turned into an old man with a tough face and a stern look under his thick brows. In addition, he concealed his immortal energy, and he really looked like a domineering demon.

Jiu Chen glanced at him, then looked away, and fell on Jiang Huai's face, frowning slightly: "Are you Li Wenzhao's apprentice?"

"...Yes." Jiang Huai replied hesitantly, he didn't know if revealing his identity like this would cause unnecessary trouble, but after thinking about it, Li Wenzhao had so many disciples, and Jiu Chen didn't know which one he was.

"Oh," Jiu Chen responded lightly, "The one who came to pick up Li Wenzhao? What's his name?"

"It's called Lu Qingyuan." Jiang Huai lied, and looked at him, allowing him to look at himself. Jiu Chen has white hair and a crown, and he looks charming. A softness.

Just being glanced at like this, Jiang Huai felt inexplicably unnatural. He rarely lied, and he habitually covered up. Once he told a lie, his hands and feet would be uncomfortable, his eyes would wander randomly, and even his hands would be involuntarily clasped.

He clutched his wrist with one hand, trying to look as calm as possible.

There was nothing wrong with Nanzhu. He stood beside him, letting dozens of pairs of eyes look at him, and he didn't show any other emotions. Get any clues that are not good for Li Wenzhao, and if you can hide some things, you can hide them.

Jiu Chen's eyes never left Jiang Huai's face, Jiang Huai's hand holding his wrist was getting harder and harder.

"You brought the sect master's order?" He asked again.

"It's me," Nan Zhu said, "I am the protector of the lord, and I was ordered to come to pick up the lord."

Only then did Jiu Chen look away from Jiang Huai, and glanced at Nan Zhu, as if he was thinking about something, he didn't speak for a long time, Li Wenzhao's injuries this time were no worse than before, and he hadn't woken up for several months, and he was always It's unreasonable to hide it in Huangquan, so far no one has sent anyone to send a letter to Jiuyi Mountain, but now the people from Jiuyi Mountain are looking for it, I'm afraid they want an explanation.

He didn't make a sound, everyone fell silent, each with their own concerns, the huge palace was silent for a while.

After a while, he said in a cold voice: "Come with me." After he finished speaking, he lifted his robe and walked in.

Immediately, Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief as if he had received an amnesty, and he let go of his hand, only to see a ring of finger prints on his fair skin.

Nanzhu followed quickly, and after passing the royal road, he could see dozens of buildings of different sizes, the palace was huge, and he had to walk a certain distance before reaching the place where Li Wenzhao was resting. It was not a side hall, but a small room.

The location of this room is hidden, surrounded by bamboos, without any trails, if no one leads, it is very likely to get lost in this bamboo forest.

"The lord lives here?" Nanzhu was surprised, "Did the lord not ask for a place to live?"

"It's not that this king wants to treat him badly," Jiu Chen squinted at him, "It's the safest place for him to live. No one can guarantee whether Linchuan Yuanjun will come again, so we can only put him here."

Hearing the sound, Nanzhu suddenly raised his head and asked, "Linchuan Yuanjun? Is she really here?"

"What do you mean?" Jiang Huai saw his reaction and listened to the conversation between the two. He didn't need to explain things clearly, he could guess what, and his heart suddenly panicked, "What happened to Master?"

"He—" Jiu Chen was about to speak, but Nan Zhu immediately rolled his eyes.

Perhaps it was because the old man he turned into was already stern and angry, and even Jiu Chen was stunned for a moment when he rolled his eyes like this, and didn't finish his sentence.

"Ask your people to take him to Li Wenzhao's place, and let's talk about the rest." Nanzhu ordered coldly.

Seeing someone talking to him like that, Jiu Chen snorted softly, extremely disdainful, but still asked his subordinates to take Jiang Huai there, and he went to another place with Nanzhu without getting involved.

Jiang Huai followed his attendants, and when he reached the place where Li Wenzhao was, he saw that there were still people guarding him, so he surrounded the place.

When he was brought to the door, he saw the few people who had been ordered to come in just come out of the house. They sighed and looked solemn.

"In this case, it seems that he doesn't want to wake up, and we can't help it." One of them said.

"Is there really no other way?"

"Perhaps there is still a way," said the man and the people next to him, "Someone has to pull his consciousness back from the trapped place, but after all, it is the trapped place set by Linchuan Yuanjun, it is too dangerous, we Let’s go and explain to the Ghost King first.”

Several people pushed open the door while talking, and saw an attendant waiting here with a young man outside. The young man was something they had never seen before, and he was very outstanding. , Just one glance can shock people.

"It was brought here at the order of King Jiuchen." The attendant said.

"You can go in, let him go in." Another said.

Across the last door, Jiang Huai stopped his pace and stepped on the ground, but he seemed to be facing an abyss, not daring to take another step forward.

The attendant pushed open the door for him and signaled him to go in first, Jiang Huai walked in sideways, and faintly heard the group of people still discussing in a low voice.

The light in the room is very dark, probably because the people living here are people who have not woken up, so in the dark night, they only left a candle, the flickering fire, jumping in the silent and windless space. Flickering, faintly illuminating the person lying on the bed.

The conversation outside faded away as the door closed.

Li Wenzhao was lying on the couch, sleeping with his eyes closed, light and shadow shrouded his face, half-bright and half-blind, making the outline of his face even deeper.

One of his hands was resting on the outside, his wrist was resting on the edge, hanging down, his whole body seemed to be sunk in another scene, which had nothing to do with today and night, and had nothing to do with Fengyue.

With such a posture, it seems that he is really asleep.

Jiang Huai struggled to breathe, his chest was painful, he couldn't move his feet, he seemed to be frozen, the mist in front of his eyes was blurred, all the lights were doubled, and the sky was spinning. During this period of time, the worries and fears that were suppressed all day long At this moment when they saw Li Wenzhao, they all collapsed, sweeping his world like a tidal wave.

The surrounding scene no longer exists at this moment, and only Li Wenzhao is left where the line of sight can focus.

The tears were so heavy that they flowed upwards and could no longer be stopped.

Jiang Huai choked, and called out "Master" in a low voice.

But in just two words, he spoke intermittently, thousands of words, unable to speak, all blocked in his throat, unable to utter a single clear word.

Li Wenzhao lay there without any response. His face was paler than he remembered, a kind of bloodless paleness, and his eyebrows were as deep as ink, even in a dim room, It could be seen that there was no expression on his face.

Jiang Huai took a deep breath, not daring to blink anymore, afraid that everything in front of him was just an illusion, afraid that in the blink of an eye, Li Wenzhao would disappear from his eyes.

He couldn't imagine what Li Wenzhao had gone through in the past few months, and he didn't know why he was lying here, being guarded by so many people.

From the door to the front of the couch, it was only a few inches away, but Jiang Huai walked stumblingly, kicked the low table beside him, knocked over the cups and cups placed on it, and made a crisp shattering sound.

He didn't care about tidying up, he staggered up and came to Li Wenzhao.

"Master..." Jiang Huai lowered his head, held Li Wenzhao's hand that was outside, tears fell on the back of his hand.

In the past at this time, Li Wenzhao was determined to hug him up and coax him softly, but now, he was crying so hard that Li Wenzhao didn't even react at all, even breathing lightly and intermittently.

He really couldn't hear.

Jiang Huai choked with sobs, held his hand, put it on his face, rubbed it lightly, and felt that his palm was cold, without warmth or warmth, which was different from any time before.

"Master, master, respect..." Jiang Huai cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, his throat felt like it was burning, and the burning sensation flowed freely in his body along with the blood, and he couldn't suppress it.

I don't know what to say, and it seems that what I say is futile. People who are asleep can't hear anything, and they are indifferent to everything outside.

The attendants outside heard the crying in the room and looked at each other, wondering if they should go in and have a look, but they were finally stopped by the leader.

Jiang Huai suppressed his sobs, let go of Li Wenzhao's hand, lifted the quilt, went to explore his waist, touched the old scar, and looked up, saw a new wound on his chest, the wound was narrow, should be It was a sword wound, which had already been treated and was about to heal.

It was already dark, and there was only one lamp in the room, it was too dim, Jiang Huai was lying on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched into fists.

His eyes were swollen from crying, but he still couldn't stop the tears. Because he was crying so hard, his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and he bit his lower lip intentionally or unintentionally, but couldn't stop, so he could only sob intermittently , is involuntary and uncontrollable.

His lower lip was blood red from being bitten, he cried until he couldn't breathe, his face was full of tears, dripping down, he cried until he had no strength to stand up again, his hands and feet were cold.

He tried his best to suppress his sobs, held Li Wenzhao's hand with his stiff hands, interlocked his fingers, and put in all the longing and love that he hadn't seen for several days.

Outside the door, Nanzhu's voice suddenly sounded: "Is he still inside?"

"Ah."

"Let me go in and see the situation." Nanzhu said in a deep voice.

The author has something to say:

Ah Huai: How can my master be so fat o(╥﹏╥)o

Brother Zhao: Master is fine, Master immediately get up and twist off their heads, touch them