Chapter 81 The nightmare of explosive hair "Well--" Under the girl's blurred and hot eyes, her breath surged with restraint, carrying away waves that were higher than the others. Even though he deliberately concealed his patience, he still caught the subtle ripples. He just knelt down in front of the bed and detoxified her. Obviously this was not a good job that would attract publicity, but in his heart he felt as if he was walking on a cloud. If it was Muning, he might be able to help her reluctantly. This is what Lu Mingzhu thought in his heart. The dark flower brocade skirt is slightly wrinkled, and jewelry and hairpins are scattered on the side. Muning's eyes were dull for a moment, and then he rushed to the next sinking state. This life seems to have changed somewhat from the previous life.
Muning finally couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a few words intermittently. "Where did you...learn this...from?" He raised his head and said, "It's drawn in the book in your room." Muning recalled carefully, and finally remembered that Lu Mingzhu must have mentioned the colored book that Lao Jiufa had in his hands before. But he could only glance at a picture in that book, but when he used it, he was... extremely talented? Muning's face flushed fiercely, he bit his teeth lightly and looked at the ink-like hair under him with a complicated expression. Forget it, I won’t lose at all. What immortal cultivator would have expected that a majestic demon would serve him? The effect of the toxin was so strong that Muning's originally supported body went limp. She lay helplessly on the bed, letting Lu Mingzhu do whatever he wanted. In the midst of the chaos, the person below him stopped and asked a question without any end. "We...what are we now?" It's full of temptation. "What?" Seeing him stop, Muning frowned slightly. The toxin hadn't been completely released yet, and she was still feeling extremely uncomfortable. When the food is delicious, there is no time to worry about these things. Her consciousness was a little blurred, and her eyes looked at Lu Mingzhu with some anxiety. Lu Mingzhu, who couldn't get the answer he wanted, pursed his lips slightly and looked at Muning stubbornly and firmly. "Then what do you want?" Muning's abdomen heaved slightly, and he was obviously a little angry. This nameless anger came from Lu Mingzhu's persistence. "You are the young master of the demon clan, and I am a disciple who cultivates immortality. There is an insurmountable gap between you and me. What do you want me to do? Abandon my own morality and wander around the world with you? This is impossible, or... " Having said this, Muning stood up and an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes.
"Are you destroying your future and embarking on the path of cultivating immortality?" This is full of irony. Lu Mingzhu's identity and bloodline were destined not to be recognized by hundreds of immortal schools. As long as he stood there, he would be attacked by all the major sects. If he doesn't attack others, others will find trouble for him. Thinking of this, Muning's heart seemed a little shaken. Only now did she realize that Lu Mingzhu actually had no choice at all. From the time he was born with pure demon blood respected by everyone in the demon world, to being driven out of the demon world alone, to meeting himself, none of this was his choice. What about Lu Mingzhu in his previous life? Unlocking his bloodline, he killed his father and ascended the throne, becoming the Demon King, and finally attacked the world of immortality. It seems to be a necessary process for every monster, and the only hiccup may be Lu Mingzhu's feelings for himself. What Muning didn't know was that in his life, it seemed that falling in love with Muning was the only thing he made sincerely. Others are just made by the top bloodline's physiological drive in the world of cultivation where the jungle is strong. Lu Mingzhu remained silent and did not speak. Just when Muning thought he was finally giving up, he started again. "You - can you tell me in advance..." Muning's voice was trembling, and his face was filled with embarrassment. ...The autumn rain in Jianghuai is as continuous as silk, with a bit of unreal haziness, and the air mixed with soil is a bit dull. Even after a chaotic night, Ke Muning still got up early. To be precise, it was a sleepless night. Looking at the uncongealed blood on the ground in the house, Muning sighed slightly. This is the blood of the beggar who broke in last night and wanted to do evil. Lu Mingzhu had already dragged him away and "processed" him. She didn't let Lu Mingzhu stay overnight, and she was already holding back her anger towards him. After the poison was gone, she drove him away directly. No emotion left at all. Lu Mingzhu may have known that he was in the wrong, but it was rare that he handled everything and left without any objections. Muning opened the window and let the drizzle outside fall into the window. "Stop hiding and come out." A pair of dark eyes appeared from under the window sill, and then fluttered their wings and landed in the house. Nightmare was soaked all over her body, her feathers were stuck together, and she looked very embarrassed. Apparently it had stayed outside all night.
[Cough——] Even with a head of bird feathers on his head, Muning could still see Xiang’s embarrassment and helplessness through his fine feathers. [How were you... last night?] "..." [It’s really not my fault. Lord Demon was unconscious at the time and threw me out of the house... What’s more, there was nothing I could do in such a situation. 】 Muning also knew that Xiang could not be blamed for this, so she was not prepared to say anything. But when she thought that this monster was bound to her consciousness and she used her spiritual power to feed and drink it, but in the end it still turned to Lu Mingzhu, she felt a little unhappy. 【Inside you...you...】 "What do you want to ask?" The two wings of the nightmare overlap each other, making it look like a person twisting. [Are you already... what? It can't be already, right? Our Demon Lord is very powerful, so we must be good at that! What if it happens? Will it affect our plan? Who will take care of this child? I will do it?] "Stop, stop, stop -" Muning made a gesture of silence, frowning at the incoherent nightmare in front of him. "You were out in the rain all night and just kept thinking about these things???" "Nothing happened to us." [Ah? Then how did you detoxify? Are you trying to resist? 】 [It shouldn’t be, this poison looks quite powerful...] "..." Muning showed a sly expression and stared at Xianni's back with a chill. If she tells Nightmare that the Demon Lord, who is the most noble and noble among all people in its heart, "served" her like that last night, will it explode with anger? Thinking of this, Muning's mood improved slightly, and she ignored Xiang's muttering to herself. 【somebody is coming. 】 Nightmare has sensitive hearing and quickly detects the approach of people. As if to confirm Yan's guess, a burst of rapid footsteps came. "Ye Xiyao, why did you bring me to Aning's room?" Li Nianxue asked impatiently. Ye Xiyao's eyes were shining with excitement. She couldn't wait for Li Nianxue to see Muning's embarrassed side. Let her take a good look at how hypocritical and disgusting the good junior sister in her heart is. It's a pity that Jiang Sui and the disciples from Qingyun Sect are not here, so the only audience for this good show is Ye Xiyao and Li Nianxue. bang—— Following an urgent push on the door, Ye Xiyao's originally excited face froze. Where are those beggars?! Why is Muning sitting here intact?