Chapter 9 Imprisonment

Imperial Capital, Hundred Flowers Building.

Fengling stood next to the wind and mantle, looking at the demon king Yin Shuo and several unknown noble men drinking happily on the wine table, each accompanied by an outstanding girl.

The hour is getting late, and Yin Shuo's cheeks are stained with bright red, as if they were drunk.

The wind bell quietly moved to the door. While he was not paying attention, she pulled out of the door and squeezed through the crowd of the Hundred Flowers Building. She ran directly out of the door.

In the alley on the left, a man in night clothes stood with her back to her. She stood and choked.

"Three brothers..."

The man was shocked and slowly turned his head.

"Here you are."

"I'm sorry..." She lowered her head.

"Who is that person?"

"Yin Shuo, the demon king."

"Demon King?!" The man's voice was surprised: "How could it be him... Windbell, you, you and him, you..."

"Isn't it better to kill the demon Gallo with his hand?"

"Did you make a deal?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Oh." The man sneered, "You don't have to apologize to me. I'm really a useless man."

"It's not like this!" Fengling suddenly looked up, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"What's that?" A beautiful voice came from behind, Fengling's body suddenly froze, and the world suddenly quieted down, and she could even hear her heartbeat clearly.

"Xiao Linger, I remember I told you not to have a tryst with your 'third brother', otherwise..."

The wind bell took a step back, and the light cyan tulle floated against the evening breeze. She slowly or turned her head and saw the slender figure that covered the moonlight, and his eyes were murderous.

"Are you the demon king?" When Zhulang saw the visitor, he was not afraid of his aura at all, but pulled out the sword at his waist, and the meaning was clear. He is a demon killer, and the person who came is the master of the demon world. If he doesn't kill him, how can he be worthy of the master's teachings to him in the past 20 years?

"No!" Fengling ran towards Yin Shuo, but was pushed away by him and fell to the ground when he approached him.

There were more swords in his hand, facing the figure galloping through the waves. He cut down with a ruthless sword spirit, and the strong sword spirit resisted the pace of the waves. He held the sword in both hands and resisted the airflow desperately, trying to compete with it. However, he was not facing ordinary demons, but the lord of the demon world. Less than a few seconds later, he was blown away and fell to the ground heavily.

The wind bell climbed up from the ground and rushed to Yin Shuo's front with open arms to protect the man who vomited blood behind him.

"Let's go back..."

"Go back? Of course, I have to go back after I kill him.

"I came to see him by myself, and it has nothing to do with him! If you are dissatisfied, just vent it on me. Don't kill him, you can't kill him!"

"No?" Yin Shuo's voice seemed to come from a cold and dark hell, "What's there in the world that can't make me?"

The wind chime did not open its mouth, but stubbornly did not move half a step, but stood in front of him and looked at him.

The cough continued, and the waves covered the chest hurt by the sword spirit. I only felt a stream of air coming up, and I couldn't help but have another mouthful of blood.

"You get out of the way... get out of the way!"

"I won't allow it! Don't let it die!" She turned around and shouted at the people on the ground.

Another cough.

Yin Shuo slowly narrowed her eyes, and her slightly curly long hair was not as long as her waist, shining charmingly in the moonlight.

"Otherwise." The voice suddenly became gentle, and Fengling was stunned by such a rapid change.

The sword in his hand disappeared at some point. He took a gentle step forward to bring his body closer to the wind chime. He bent down slightly, and his index finger scratched his lips.

"Kiss, we'll go home."

Dear... Fengling's brain roared... In front of the third brother, he let himself...

There was a slight smile on his face, and he continued to seduce him: "There is only one chance..."

If you kiss, can you let go of the third brother? Fengling looked at him and hesitated, but Yin Shuo's eyes were like a bottomless hole, too deep, as if they had sucked her soul. Her body unconsciously leaned up and raised her head gently. Because Yin Shuo bent just right, she easily kissed his lips.

Just at that moment, she heard something "lattering" and breaking.

Zhulang's mouth was still stained with blood, but he stared at the two figures in front of him, and his purple clothes were intertwined with the light blue skirt. His nails were deeply grasped into the soil, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, but there was nothing he could do.

"It's not enough to kiss such a fragrant mouth." Yin Shuo straightened up with ** on his face. A messy smile.

The wind bell lowered its head and its face was slightly hot.

"Let's go." Yin Shuo turned around and walked to the entrance of the alley, where a carriage had been parked. Don't look back."

Fengling wanted to look back at the third brother, but she heard the order. She took a deep breath and chased him.

Anyway, it's good to save the life of the third brother.

It's just that she didn't expect that there would be more waiting for her.

The carriage went away, and Yin Shuo made no sound all the way, but when the carriage stopped, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out rudely. Whether she was in pain or not with such strength, Yin Shuo pulled her all the way to somewhere. After arriving, Fengling found that this was actually a cell.

Opening the iron door, Yin Shuo shook her hand and threw her in.

"If you are disobedient, you'd better reflect in the secret room!"

Falling to the ground, Fengling raised his head and hummed coldly in his nose before he could stop it. After hearing this, Yin Shuo raised a smile on his mouth, but his eyes were extremely gloomy.

"I hope you can still 'hum' out in three days."

"If you don't take care of it."

*

"Hey - are you going to kill me?"

Just as the waves struggled to stand up, a voice came from above. He raised his head and saw a man in red sitting on the roof on his right, holding a jar of sake in his hand.

Gallo!

Seeing the extermination enemy, his brain was bleeding, but his body had been seriously injured by the demon king, but now he doesn't even have the strength to draw his sword. Of course, Gallo knew that he wanted to kill him, but there was still a smile on his face. The winter night was already very cold, but he was like summer, and he was not affected by the piercing cold wind.

"Although I killed a lot of people, I just saw such an interesting thing, so I want to ask, who is your father? Maybe I still remember."

Zhelang couldn't wait to tear his eyes and stared at him, but he didn't say a word.

Huh? Don't want to tell me?" Gallo looked up and drank the last sip of wine and complained, "It's rare that people want to chat with you, but you use this attitude. Well, when you get to the spring, remember to tell your father and say what I said - 'Old man, I'm afraid you'll be lonely, I'll send your son too'."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sword light, and there was no time to shout pain, so I fell to the ground with my eyes open. Gallo stood up at some point. At this time, the people who came out to patrol at night heard something. When he came over, he saw a body lying on the ground and sat on the ground in fear.

Gallo jumped off the roof and began to grope for the waves of clothes in front of the watchman. Under the surprised gaze of the watchman, he took out a few pieces of silver from the arms of the body. After shaking his hand a few times, he put the silver found into his arms: "Thank you." Standing up and ignoring the watchman's sight, he walked towards the alley, but suddenly stopped when he reached the intersection.

"Yes, I forgot to tell you that my name is Yin Shuo." After a pause, Gallo smiled and added, "It's not the same name. I'm Yin Shuo, the demon king Yin Shuo."

As soon as the words fell, Gallo's figure disappeared like a ghost.

The watchman opened his mouth in a daze. Who else could it be if it weren't the demon king?! - Oh, my God, what kind of world? The demon king actually came out to rob and kill people!

And just now, if he read it correctly, there were only a few taels of silver, right?!

There are only a few taels of silver!!!

"You also want dead people's things." A dark shadow suddenly followed Gallo, and he could see clearly what Gallo had just done.

"It's the dead, that's what I took. Money can't be taken away after death. I can also buy some wine to drink with it.

"Do you know who that person is?"

"I don't know. I asked, but he didn't say anything."

"Lin Zhulang."

"I don't know."

"Lin family! The demon-killing family that was destroyed by you!"

"Huh? - I actually left a living mouth?" Gallo was very surprised.

"Humph, there is more than one."

"What else?!" One of them has been surprised that there is still one left??

"Lin Fengling. At present, I am with the demon king.

"Ha, I know, it's the woman just now."

The two walked on the empty street. The moon in the sky was rarely round. Gallo turned his head and looked at the people around him, and his enchanting peach blossom eyes showed a frivolous smile.

"Lao Shun, let's go to Baihua Tower all night."

"No, you have come so far, do you still have to turn back?"

"Don't, it's rare to see it once. What can you do if you don't have fun?"

"There is still a task tomorrow. I'm going back to the inn to sleep."

"Mission? What task?"

When asked this question, a solemn face appeared.

"About tomorrow... I don't have to do it..."

"You won't do it?" Gallo glanced at him, turned his mind, and thought of Tong Lingruo, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, "Has Royal Highness the Demon Lord's training for apprentices not ended yet?"

"I'm afraid there's still a long way to go."

*

It has been three nights, but the light in Tong Lingruo's room is still on.

She sat quietly by the bed, with her eyes closed, and felt the airflow in her body swimming regularly with her internal organs. These days, Master has been teaching her martial arts. I don't know if it's really "it's hard to start". It took her a long time to open this door, but now she is learning again, and it's amazingly fast.

Sometimes I see myself in the mirror, wearing a black robe and without too much expression on my face.

...Is she really herself?