Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Mingxu's eyes were quickly attracted to one place and he stared at it blankly.

"Brother..." Zhao Xuangang wanted to ask Mingxu what he was staring at so intently, but when he followed his gaze, he discovered that among the crowd watching the excitement... there happened to be someone from the Shushan Sword Sect.

The iconic blue-robed swordsmen, a group of eight people, looked impeccable in appearance. The wind blew their robes, causing their clothes to fly up in the air, like eight small white poplar trees swaying in the wind.

The position they were standing was right in front of Zhao Xuan and the others. Zhao Xuan could see them. However, they were facing away from Zhao Xuan at this time, so naturally they didn't know Mingxu was behind them.

"I... think their outfits are somewhat familiar."

When Zhao Xuan heard this, he took Mingxu away without saying a word, so he could watch the excitement at any time.

But if you just watch the excitement and lose your boyfriend, then the gain outweighs the loss.

"You don't want to read it?" Mingxu was hurriedly pulled away by Zhao Xuan. Although he didn't resist, he felt strange in his heart.

"I'm a little dizzy from the sun, so I want to go back and rest." Zhao Xuan was talking nonsense.

Mingxu, "...Oh."

Naturally, we stopped joining in the excitement.

As for the Shushan Sword Sect, it is also in chaos now. As the "elder", Mingxu is still the leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, and his status is extremely high.

The other party was originally chasing a female disciple who leaked demonic energy, but for some unknown reason she never came back.

This made the sect masters and elders of Shushan Sword Sect couldn't help but worry about him. If his soul lamp wasn't still on, they would all doubt whether Mingxu was still alive?

Although it was certain that Mingxu was alive, the sect leader still sent many disciples down the mountain to look for him.

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Mingxu and Zhao Xuan spent the next three days in the inn.

Zhao Xuan always subconsciously forgets that he disguised himself as a woman. When gathering information, he subconsciously goes to some male monks to ask, but every time, Mingxu will silently pull him away.

When he went to another female monk, after this happened three times, Zhao Xuanke temporarily remembered his "female" identity.

It was he who noticed that Mingxu's face was getting more serious day by day.

Don't blame him for making a fuss, it's true that the news about it in the secret realm of Beiming Mountain doesn't seem to be very good.

From the information the two of them had found out, no one had been able to find the treasure in the secret realm so far, not to mention... many people were injured inside and were carried out.

As for those who died inside, there are some, at least the number is opaque and cannot be counted. The time for small and large sects to enter and exit the secret realm is different.

It can only be said that one-third of the people who go in every year will die inside, one-third will come out seriously injured, and the remaining one-third depends on personal ability.

Some came out with minor injuries, some came out unscathed, and gained nothing.

It is said that the dangers inside are different for everyone. It can be described as ever-changing, and they all rely on wit to deal with them.

It is precisely because of this that everyone is more and more convinced that there must be an unparalleled treasure hidden inside. Otherwise, how could a secret realm become so unpredictable and difficult to deal with.

night of the third day.

When Mingxu's face was solemn and thoughtful, Zhao Xuan lay on the window of the room and looked at the scenery downstairs.

Many people in various inns have been taking the time to practice in the past few days, trying to improve their strength and increase their chances of successfully coming out.

Of course, some people also know that these temporary measures are useless, so they buy some "equipment" on both sides of the street and bring it in just in case of emergency.

Zhao Xuan looked at it boredly. Unfortunately, he saw those people from the Shushan Sword Sect again, five men and three women...

They are all acquaintances of the original owner.

The original owner was too famous. After all, she was called the most beautiful woman in the Shushan Sword Sect. There were many disciples in the sect who had a crush on her, but... as a pure and straight man, the original owner responded uniformly to the confession.

Don’t want to, don’t want, go away.

If you refuse three times in a row, it doesn’t matter whether you want to show your kindness or whether you want to become a Taoist companion.

Anyway, it’s just one word – no way.

These five men and three women are all leaders in the sect, and if they are not powerful, they probably would not dare to take this risk easily.

Zhao Xuan stared at them for a few seconds, and was soon noticed, and the other party looked over.

That is the senior brother among the new generation of disciples. He has always ranked first in the martial arts value among this generation. He also won the first place in the sect competition three years ago.

Shake and look over, Zhao Xuan is wearing a hijab to prevent this kind of situation.

The other party seemed to feel that Zhao Xuan's face was somewhat familiar, so he paused unconsciously and took a second look.

Zhao Xuan also quickly thought of this question. For this reason, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his brows and nodded towards the other party.

The senior disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect saw the woman wearing a white scarf with curved eyebrows and a smile, and instantly felt that she was not very similar to the Zhao Xuan in his memory.

The other party doesn't like to smile very much, and he doesn't like appliques either.

"Elder brother, what are you looking at?" One of the women holding a sword noticed that the other party had fallen behind and turned around to ask.

The man in green clothes shook his head, "Let's go."

It must be that he is too worried.

With his uncle taking action, even if Zhao Xuan knew how to escape, he would never be able to escape from his uncle.

Zhao Xuan, who had managed to get through, rolled his eyes and closed the window.

Pulling Mingxu, who seemed to be meditating with his eyes closed, to go to bed, "Let's sleep."

Mingxu was stunned subconsciously, and his fingers unconsciously tightened the loose sleeves of his robe. There was a hint of less obvious nervousness hidden deep in his eyes, "??"

"Sleep, sleep?"

He had been recuperating from his injuries before, and even if he was on the same bed, Zhao Xuan was fine.

But the situation was very different these two nights. Maybe he felt that his injury was getting better, but his wife seemed to be starting to... take action. .

The most obvious intention was last night, when I slept until midnight, I suddenly rolled into his arms, put one leg directly on his leg, and fell asleep holding his waist with the other hand.

Although there was a quilt between them, the posture was still too intimate for Mingxu.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Mingxu was tilted in a certain direction when he came up.

"Yeah, hurry up and hurry up." Zhao Xuan blinked his beautiful eyes, took off the scarf, and moved quickly.

"...But I haven't showered and changed yet, so that's not too...right?" Mingxu reminded him tactfully, his ears were red, and his pale face was hard to ignore.

"Then you go take a shower. I'll go to bed and wait for you first." Zhao Xuan was very talkative.

As for Mingxu, he was already blushing by Zhao Xuan's urgent words and the other party's last "charming" wink, and even forgot to ask a normal question.

Unconsciously, he speeded up to fetch water and take a bath. All his movements seemed to be smooth and elegant, but those who were familiar with him would know that his speed had increased.

Zhao Xuan was lying on the bed. Seven or eight minutes had passed. Mingxu, who usually had to wait for fifteen or twenty minutes, came out so quickly.