Xianjun's stand-in ran away

In a mortal theater garden, Huadan on the stage is babbling and singing, Bai Xia is sitting in the private seat on the second floor, leaning against the back of the chair invisibly, with her legs raised, her left leg resting on top of her right , Placing it on the fence, she made a little effort to make the chair tilt slightly, only one leg rested on the ground, wobbly.

She was holding a bronze mirror in her hand, and was talking about something while eating melon seeds.

"Suyuan Pavilion?" Bai Xia repeated, raising her brows slightly, amused: "Asi, are you kidding me? Didn't you always take those rats in the gutter seriously? I suggested You were the one who vetoed sending people into Suyuan Pavilion, saying that the only one worth taking a closer look at in the entire Suyuan Pavilion is their pavilion master, as long as you keep an eye on him..."

With a "poof", Bai Xia spat out the melon seeds in his mouth, and continued: "Now, you suddenly asked me to find someone to keep an eye on all the passages in and out of the Suyuan Pavilion..."

She emphasized the pronunciation of the word "all" to express her dissatisfaction, "I don't even know how many passages into and out of Mingyuan controlled by Suyuan Pavilion, where can I keep an eye on you?"

Lu Mingsi: "..."

Opposite the water mirror, the pale-faced Immortal Minghui pinched his brows which were frowned into a hill, and had to admit that Bai Xia was right.

Or it should be said that he was affected by the erosion of the turbid air and the destruction of his body, his mind was not clear for a while, and he even remembered the information of this life and the past life mixed up.

——In the previous life, after the owner of Suyuan Pavilion presented the stove with the yin-changing spirit physique, he sent some people to supervise Suyuan Pavilion. Those people in Nether Abyss take it seriously, so naturally they don't pay attention to the passages in and out of Nether Abyss.

Seeing that there was no sound coming from the opposite side of the water mirror, Bai Xia sighed helplessly in her heart, put her legs down from the fence, straightened her body, and said seriously: "Ah Si, if it is really necessary, then I will Just find someone to investigate the details of Suyuan Pavilion, but you have to give me a little more time, a week, no, I will try to finish it within three days."

Thinking about it carefully, Suyuan Pavilion is almost the only force that is still opposing them on the open face. If the owner of Suyuan Pavilion used this name to attract some monks who were dissatisfied with Immortal Minghui, it would be true. Can pull out a big force.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Bai Xia no longer had the leisure to listen to the music, and stood up from the chair, looking a little excited, "You are right! Suyuan Pavilion...you must guard against it! I will send People should keep an eye on the movement of the master of Suyuan Pavilion, and at the same time find someone to check the passages in and out of the underworld in Suyuan Pavilion, in case he sees that the situation is not good and runs to the cultivation world to wreak havoc."

In Tianji Hall, Lu Mingsi felt a little guilty when he saw Bai Xia who was suddenly agitated in the water mirror.

——He just wanted to know Wei Lan's next move.

Chasing his wife at public expense will inevitably feel a little guilty.

But after thinking about it, Wei Lan is still in the deep abyss, it would be a good thing if he could use Bai Xia's actions to put some pressure on that person in Suyuan Pavilion, divert his attention, and prevent him from discovering Wei Lan's existence. What's more, the man from Suyuan Pavilion really wanted to destroy the foundation of the Jingtian Realm's rule over the cultivation world, and keeping an eye on him wasn't a complete private use of public tools.

After he figured it out, Lu Mingsi said seriously: "That's what I mean, you send someone to keep an eye on Zhao Sujin, as far as I know, he is practicing a magic skill that can turn turbidity for his own use, if it is true If you succeed, maybe you can compete with me... Keep an eye on him, and don't let him mess around."

Bai Xia nodded solemnly, hastily disconnected Shui Jing, and arranged for someone to do something.

When Bai Xia disappeared from the water mirror, Lu Mingsi breathed a sigh of relief, and squeezed the space between his brows again.

Although Bai Xia sent someone to watch Suyuan Pavilion, but it was too late to expect Bai Xia to find Wei Lan's trace.

Wei Lan has always been smart, since he doesn't plan to return to the world with him, after the two of them are buried in the mouth of the candle dragon, he will definitely find a way to leave the underworld, and he will never wait until Lu Mingsi After reaching into the abyss, he panicked and slowly tried to get out.

"What a worry-free little fox..." Lu Mingsi rubbed his temples wearily, his head aching from the consequences of the destruction of his penis.

After resting for a while, the handsome man sitting on the throne opened his eyes, his dark pupils were bottomless, and he sighed helplessly.

Both Wei Lan and Bai Xia wanted him to let go, but he couldn't.

He will never let go.

Wei Lan... is his wife, and no one can change this.

"Speaking of..." Lu Mingsi licked the peak of his lower lip, which made his pale lips rosy. He played with the hidden carving on the armrest of the Jade Throne, endured a headache, and laughed at himself: "I have paid so much this time." It's a big price, if only Lan Lan would feel sorry for it..."

In a tall building in Qianlong City, the candle flame flickers on and off. Two figures, one tall and one short, stood by the candle flame and had a fierce dispute.

"Are you out of your mind? You actually snatched Xianjun Minghui's fiancée here, because you were afraid that others would not know what business we were doing?!"

The tall one is the scarred man who tied Wei Lan, he paced around the spot irritably, and subconsciously argued: "How did I know that he was the fiancée who ran away from Immortal Minghui! Immortal Minghui, an immortal, can actually Isn't it a joke to let a mortal run away from him? Who would take those rumors seriously?"

"Jing Huanjie has spread the portraits to all the sects, and even the pavilion master has received them, so how can there be fakes?" The person who spoke first said suppressing his anger.

In the shadow that the candlelight couldn't cover, Wei Lan, who pricked up her ears to eavesdrop, was in a trance for a moment.

In order to find him, Lu Mingsi actually disclosed the fact that he ran away...to the public.

——Doesn't he think that this matter will hurt the face of the Immortal Venerable?

Wei Lan's mind is flexible, and she has a vague understanding in her heart. She knows that this is because Lu Mingsi is worried that he will run around outside and provoke people who cannot be messed with. No one dared to attack him.

Wei Lan clenched her lower lip, her eyes were complicated.

It was as complicated as when Lu Mingsi asked him to release the double from his control.

Is this the way to love someone?But if he loved him, then in the previous life... why did he end up like that in the end?Why at the very beginning, he couldn't put his care on the bright side like now?

Wei Lan couldn't figure it out.

He only knew what emotions he should have felt at the moment when he released the control of the substitute under the breath of Zhulong.

——Maybe it's pain, maybe it's regret, and there's also a very small possibility... It's a moment of hesitation.

But what kind of emotion it is, even he himself can't know.

The secret technique applied to the heart sealed all his feelings for Lu Mingsi, no matter it was good or bad.

This allowed him to maintain absolute calm when facing Lu Mingsi, and it also made it impossible for him to fall in love with Lu Mingsi again.

Love and hate are originally two sides of the same emotion, he just... doesn't want both.

Wei Lan lowered her eyelashes and didn't think about Lu Mingsi anymore.

Beside the candle, the man with the scar scratched his head irritably: "Then what should we do now? Everyone has been captured...or should we give him to the Pavilion Master? Anyway, our Suyuan Pavilion is hostile to those in the cultivation world." Hypocrite, wouldn't it be better to use this guy to deal with Lu Mingsi?"

"Stupid!" Another person scolded, "You don't even think about it, if the pavilion master uses this person to deal with Minghui Xianjun, if something really happens, when Minghui Xianjun investigates it, you think he will Let us go?"

His tone was filled with a kind of anger that hates iron but not steel, "The pavilion master is not an opponent of Immortal Minghui, if Immortal Minghui asks him to hand over the culprit, do you think he will fight against Immortal Minghui for us? Your anger?!"

The scarred man's momentum weakened, and he broke his can and said, "Brother, what do you think we should do?"

The short man pondered for a while, then asked, "You didn't tell anyone about catching him, did you?"

The man with the scar shook his head quickly, "No. However, when I grabbed him, people who lived nearby might have seen it."

"It doesn't matter, when this matter comes to an end, you go and get them all..." The short man gestured fiercely on his neck, "Now, before he wakes up, quickly find a remote exit and throw him away." If you go back to the realm of comprehension, it's as if you haven't caught him."

The man with the scar was startled, "Then what if the pavilion master finds out?"

The short man shook his head again, "The owner of the cauldron that you sent up was very satisfied. He said he would be in seclusion for a while, so don't bother him if he has nothing to do. When he comes out, even if he finds out about it, look at it. He won't embarrass our brother too much in the contribution of that stove. Maybe he will thank us for throwing this hot potato out..."

As he said that, he waved his hands impatiently, "Okay, stop asking here, find a remote exit, and throw him out."

The man with the scar wanted to ask something more, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his brother made a gesture to hit him, so he could only shut his mouth and turn around to raise Wei Lan.

The moment Wei Lan turned around, she hurriedly adjusted her breathing, relaxed her body, and pretended to be still in a coma.

The man with the scar didn't become suspicious, nor was he in the mood to pay attention to his state, so he left the house after mentioning him. Wei Lan closed his eyes and opened them occasionally to determine the direction, remembering the way to leave the abyss.

——He couldn't just let the man with the scar throw him back to the cultivation world, Xueji was still in Qianlong City!

From what they said just now, Xueji should be the furnace that was dedicated to the pavilion master, and he had to rescue Xueji before something happened to him.

Fortunately, a major feature of Nether Abyss is the lush growth of plants. Except for the territory occupied by Zhulong, there are lush vegetation everywhere. For Wei Lan, this kind of place is the most suitable place to exert his power.

The man with the scar carried Wei Lan through dozens of checkpoints all the way, and after walking for less than half an hour, he finally arrived at a closed room with a teleportation array inside.

The man with the scar put Wei Lan on the ground, and took out five pieces of spirit stones from a tightly sealed obsidian box. Before the spirit stone completely fails, it is enough for the teleportation array to complete a teleportation.

He bent down and adjusted the teleportation array on the ground.

Behind him, Wei Lan quietly opened his eyes, and got up from the ground without a sound. He took a step back, didn't rush to make a move, but froze there, and after a while, the wavering in his eyes gradually disappear.

Facing the busy figure, he slowly stretched out his hand, and then, he clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the roots of the plants dormant under the ground also circled together.

With a sound of "噗呵", the thick root system that spiraled around and looked like a long spear pierced out of the ground, and pierced the scar man's chest fiercely before the scar man had time to react.

He looked at his chest in astonishment, then turned his head stiffly, looking at the figure walking beside him.

"you……"

Wei Lan looked expressionless, but was actually taken aback by his bloody eyes, which immediately became indifferent, suppressed the panic, hooked her fingertips upwards, and instantly thrust the spear upwards, stabbing A bigger wound appeared, completely piercing through the scarred man's chest.

With a "clang", the man with the scar could no longer hold the bone knife that never left his body, and fell to the ground.

He looked at the vines on the ground, then at Wei Lan, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and when he spoke, he gulped out, he still couldn't believe it, and murmured: "You...are you Monk?"

Wei Lan shook her head, her voice was dry due to nervousness: "It's not a monk, it's a mortal."

Then why can Ling Zhi be driven?Why... didn't you use this ability when you tried to escape earlier?

His mind was full of questions, but the gushing blood had clogged his throat, preventing him from asking any more questions.

With such confusion, his limbs hung down limply, and he lost his breath.

Before he died, there was still a deep sense of unwillingness in his heart.

Wei Lan's strength was not considered strong, but his timing was extremely ingenious. If he had been prepared in advance, he would never have let him penetrate his chest so easily, and the blow would be effective.

But there is no if in the battle, a small mistake is enough to lead a person to death.

The reason why Wei Lan pretended to be helpless to fight back was stunned by the falcon, and she didn't use the power to control the plants at all when escaping, in order to make the scar man less vigilant and believe what he saw with his own eyes. fact.

Then wait for this moment.

Seeing that the man with the scar was completely out of breath, Wei Lan let out a small breath.

The ground was stained red with blood, Wei Lan glanced away and looked away in a panic, avoiding the area where the scarred man's body was, squatted down, picked up the fallen spirit stones, wiped them clean one by one, and re- Put it back in the airtight obsidian box.

After everything was cleaned up and he had done enough mental construction, he regained his courage to look at the corpses on the ground.

...It's just that the complexion is inevitable.

He killed.

As soon as Wei Lan realizes this, she can't help but close her eyes and tremble a little. If it wasn't for hearing that the man with the scar was going to exterminate the ordinary people in Qianlong City when he pretended to be unconscious, he might not be able to calm down Come and beat him hard.

Yet he did it anyway.

He is no longer the bird in Lu Mingsi's cage, someone will shelter him from the wind and rain, protect him by his side, and prevent all the filth and darkness from polluting his bright feathers...

The moment before the attack, Wei Lan hesitated—if he didn't choose to kill Lu Mingsi's avatar, but acted like a baby to him and promised to go back to the world with him, wouldn't he have to face it? Such a thing?

But there is no if in the world, he has already made a choice.

The turmoil in Wei Lan's heart gradually calmed down, and the lines of her body were no longer so tense.

He commanded the roots to wrap around the scar man's limbs, then silently watched the scar man's body sink into the ground, and whispered: "Although I don't know where the passage to leave the abyss is, I can let you know people brought me here."

This was originally his plan, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

A little cold sweat broke out on Wei Lan's forehead due to nervousness, and she let out a breath of relief until the scarred man disappeared completely.

The next step is to find a way to rescue Xue Ji.

Wei Lan frowned, and stuffed the sealed obsidian box into the mustard ring, feeling distressed because she had no idea about the plan to rescue Xue Ji, when she heard a "squeak", the door of the room was pushed opened.

Wei Lan subconsciously took a step back, leaning her back against the wall, and looked towards the door like a rabbit with fur fried.

Outside the door, Xue Ji was wearing a long dress of women's style, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a confused face: "Brother?"

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Lu Gou: Will you love me?

Wei Lan:?Lu Mingsi has some brain problems