At this time, neither Ling Lan nor Mu Xun used disguise. You Mingyue suddenly recognized the people who were sad about them in front of the secret realm and in the cave.

There were many people on the other side, and there were few people, and Mu Xun had absolutely no advantage. Ling Lan took off Su Xingxian's hand and saw the little girl running over and over, he smiled at her, "Look at who am I?"

The man in plain clothes suddenly became the beautiful sister she met on the boat. Moreover, she was still the beautiful sister who was not wearing a veil, with a chuckling on her lips, which was so beautiful.

You Mingyue was stunned, and the disciples behind him ran over and asked what was going on. You Mingyue subconsciously said that it was okay.

In an instant, the two men disappeared without a trace.

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There were several small houses next to the sacrificial sacrificial platform. I don’t know who built it. Ling Lan controlled Mu Xun and took him to the room to settle it. Only then did he untied the rope of the bondage on his body, but at the same time he also sealed his spiritual power to prevent him from acting impulsively.

Ling Lan lit a candlelight and saw Mu Xun's face full of coldness under the candlelight.

Ling Lan asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

Mu Xun sneered, "I'm wondering how to cut Su Xingxian into pieces."

He spoke frankly and ruthlessly, "If Master wants to protect him, it will not be enough to just seal my spiritual power. I still have hands, feet, and head. Unless I am dead, even if there is only a little dust left, I will still want Su Xingxian's life!"

Seeing that Ling Lan did not speak, he only stared at the fire. Mu Xun approached him, stretched out one hand to pry his face, and looked at him with malice, "Why don't Master talk?"

There was a different kind of coldness on his fingers. His fingertips rubbed across his cheeks and his shadow fell on his face, which was a bit aggressive than before. I found that the skin on the bottom of his hand felt very good, so he couldn't help but rub it gently, and his dark eyes were stained with a different kind of light.

Ling Lan just said, "If you want to kill him, I will never sit idly."

Mu Xun's face became cold. After a moment, he smiled again, with two dimples on his face, which looked like a young man who looked cute. He said calmly, "That's it depends on whether the master guards me tightly, or whether I kill him quickly."

Ling Lan was still persuading, "His cultivation is deeper than you, so you may not be able to get benefits from him."

Mu Xun didn't care, he discovered a new way of playing.

Ling Lan's hair was very long, long and soft, almost like silk. He wrapped his hair around his fingertips, and the faint fragrance of lotus wrapped around him. He was so thrilling that he said hoarsely, "If I lose, I will have to die. However, after death, I will turn into a ghost and come to collect debts again."

He took the word "debt collection" very special, as if it had the meaning of revenge, and as if it had other meanings. And this layer of other things was facing the person in front of him.

Ling Lan didn't notice it, just thinking that he would not stop with Su Xingxian regardless of whether he was dead or alive. The word "death" was particularly harsh.

He also tried to change his mind, but the communication made no progress. Not only did he not get the desired result, but the other party's attitude became more and more extreme, and he had reached the point where he would die even if he died, which was terrible.

Seeing that the cruelty and distortion in Mu Xun's eyes became more and more intense, and he almost completely refused to suppress the darkness in his nature, Ling Lan finally couldn't help but jumped around, "In short, I won't let you kill each other, and neither you nor him will die."

All the cruel, dark and vicious were disturbed by this brain, and their temperament was suddenly greatly damaged.

He threw a thin quilt on Mu Xun. Although it was thrown roughly, he still tucked the corners of the quilt and said, "Go to sleep."

Mu Xun covered his bounced forehead, his expression changed in various ways, as if he was upset, and seemed to have something else. He was unwilling to give up and said again. Then, the constraints on his body became a little heavier, and his body was covered with a quilt and could not move.

Ling Lan said lightly, "You reminded me that I shouldn't let your hands and feet be too free."

Now Mu Xun's spiritual power has been sealed, which is similar to a mortal. Ling Lan is not good at using magic weapons anymore. He is afraid that he will be cold at night, so he can only cast a small spell on the quilt. Just in case, he took a few cloth strips at the foot of the bed and wrapped them up outside his quilt, adding an extra layer of protection.

When he was wrapping around, he needed to constantly pass the cloth strips under him. When he passed through, he always had to be particularly close to him from time to time. The unique fragrance of lotus repeatedly brushed between his lips.

Mu Xun was struggling, but suddenly stopped at some point. Ling Lan felt that he had become obedient, so he carefully tied a few more knots and held the knot in his hand. He patted the large silkworm on the bed, "Mu Mu Guai."

He didn't know where he took the photo, but Mu Xun's body stiffened, and his ears quietly climbed up the thin red that no one saw, and his breathing began to become messy.

Ling Lan also carried the quilt on the bed. In order to supervise, she squeezed into the same bed with him. The bed was not big and the two of them were a little crowded. Moreover, Ling Lan had high requirements and added a big pillow. If it weren't for the quilt being separated by it, the two of them would have been stuck together.

Ling Lan muttered, "The bed is too small."

Mu Xun said in a bad tone, "If you think you are young, don't sleep here."

His tone was getting more and more rude.

Ling Lan was sitting up and untied his hair. Hearing this, he bent down and knocked on his head again, "I'm not here, how can I guard you? How can I prevent you from causing trouble for Xingxian?" At the end, he muttered, "It's getting bigger and smaller."

When he lowered, the scattered hair brushed across his neck, making half of his body numb. But he left quickly, and after knocking, he lay back and held the knot and closed his eyes.

He slept peacefully, but Mu Xun couldn't sleep anymore. He didn't plan to sleep at first, but it was different from now.

He was hot all over. After confirming that Ling Lan had fallen asleep, the rag strips on his body and the spells on the quilt were easily released.

He slowly approached him, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his breath was burning.

The person next to him closed his eyes, his long eyelashes were as thick as black butterfly wings. His eyes that he loved and hated were invisible. His exposed side face and neck lines were graceful, and the whiteness of frost and snow appeared in the candlelight. He lay on his side, unprepared.

Mu Xun stared at Ling Lan's hand holding the knot for a while. He remembered that when his fingertips touched him, the soft and smooth touch was not like his hand, with calluses on his palms.

Struggle appeared in his eyes, and for a moment, he looked like a beast staring at the most delicious prey, and this prey was still so obediently facing him, lying beside him...

The blurred and ambiguous black demonic energy slowly spread out in the room like light smoke. The sleeping person had no idea, and the knot that was originally holding tightly in his palm loosened unconsciously.

Mu Xun looked at him with his lips pursed for a long time, but in the end he didn't do anything. He just looked at him and stared at him almost fiercely. After several breaths, the heat in the air rose to its peak, continued for a long time, and then slowly fell.

Finally, he cleaned himself up and then lay back. He still looked at him motionlessly. Suddenly, he reached out to untire Ling Lan's clothes.

The white porcelain color shook his eyes, and he calmed down before continuing to move down. On the exposed shoulders, he saw a shallow crescent-shaped mark, an old wound, but after healing, it looked like a crescent moon.

The same as he saw at that time.

Mu Xun's dark eyes were as deep as abyss, and he didn't know what he was thinking, as if he knew, as if he was angry, as if he was greedy.

The sleeping man suddenly sighed, Mu Xun's hand trembled and loosened, thinking that his sleeping technique had failed, but he heard the person beside him murmuring in his sleep, saying, "You are brothers, don't be tragic, and no one of you can do anything to you..."

Mu Xun was silent for a moment, "Master, it's a pity that I will never be kind to him."

He searched for so long before he found him. How could he let him go to his side? There was another person like this.

He can only be around him.

Mu Xun originally planned to go find Su Xingxian after Ling Lan fell asleep, but after these episodes, he was a little tired, so he carefully held Ling Lan in his arms and fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, Ling Lan opened his eyes, his eyes clear and he didn't look like he was asleep at all.

He touched Mu Xun's head and saw that the two progress bars had risen a little more, but it was much worse than the top.

There was a moment when a certain progress bar rose to a certain height, but it fell down when it ended.

It's even a disposable one.

He looked at Mu Xun's chest, thinking about the blood in his heart, and there was a hint of laziness in his eyebrows and bit his index fingers, so he could only give him a strong medicine.

Anyway, he had to ask for this drop of blood.

In the wilderness, on the sacrificial platform, a huge water mirror rose from the sacrifice cup, and a beautiful beauty in plain clothes reflected in the mirror, with her black hair loose, confused and lazy. Her lips were lightly against the index finger, as if she was smiling, and her eyes were reflected in the water mirror, like a confusing glass amber.

In front of the sacrificial platform, the wind was blowing sand, and the prisoners around the great desolate had been blown clean, with only a few wails coming. The man in black's sleeves and long hair were fluttering in the wind, and his right cheek was deep and red, like a mark of a demon. He walked to the water mirror, stroked the face he had never forgotten, and chuckled, "Little liar, is lying to others again."

In the wind and sand, his voice was blown to pieces, "Alan, you are getting better and better, but I have become like this and I will never see you..."

"The Lingcang Mountain is tilted, the Mian River is exhausted, and the sins are clear. Haha, but if I don't go out, you are afraid that you really want to run away with others. How can this be done?"
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