King like prison

Recently, the sect carried out a hunting order against 'Xian'er', but the spies searched the surrounding area and possible whereabouts but found nothing. Now they are planning to find a way to infiltrate the Demon Cult to investigate.On the other hand, Mu Ming, who indirectly caused the bad incident, wandered around every corner mentioned by 'Xian'er', looking for it mechanically and aimlessly like a marionette.

It was dusk, and Mu Ming was inexplicably looking for something and came to a piece of grass covered with an orange halo by the setting sun.A flash of bright red instantly attracted the attention, and the slack pupils shrank rapidly.

"Ah, you're here~"

As if he had sensed it, the man turned his head and showed a happy smile like a friend who had attended the appointment as scheduled.

Mu Ming walked forward, stopped at a distance of one step, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What is your purpose?"

"Heh~ as you can see. It's..."

"Not only did you kill Sister Makeup, but you also stole the Concentration Pill! You should die as an apology!!"

Mu Ming was annoyed by his casual tone, and interrupted his words forcefully, while roaring, he slammed the gleaming sword at Ying Luo.

But Yingluo didn't mean to dodge at all, she just restrained her smile, frowned slightly and watched lightly.

The blade deviated from the direction, and a few strands of hair scattered leisurely and landed at his feet.

"Why don't you hide..."

Mu Ming's face turned pale, and his eyes were red.

"Sister Zhuang's life is fine, she just needs to rest for a few days...Xian'er, listen to me, I will take responsibility for the crimes you committed, and I won't ask why you did that." After waiting for a while, Mu Ming He continued to speak slowly, and at the end, his voice was filled with begging. "Don't leave me. Okay?"

Yingluo listened silently, her expression gradually became cold, and she exuded a terrifying aura.

"...Brother doesn't want me anymore, do you want to leave too?"

Mu Ming didn't get a response for a long time, his vision began to blur, a cold liquid slid down his cheeks, and the corner of his mouth tasted astringent and salty.Then, as if bearing overwhelming pain, her body trembled into a ball, but she stubbornly stared at Ying Luo, insisting on waiting for an answer.

"It's just a farce, let's stop here! You just think that 'Xian'er' is dead."

Yingluo looked at Mu Ming's embarrassment with cold eyes, flashed an impatient look for a moment, and pronounced ruthless words.

"Eh? You are... mine, ah?! That night, we obviously..."

Unstoppable tears kept falling on the back of his hand and made a slight sound, Mu Ming deliberately pulled the corners of his mouth into a forced smile, and grabbed his arm with his fingers.

"Why are you so spoiled? What a disobedient child~"

A voice with a smile rang in the ear.Mu Ming's chin was supported, and he lifted it vigorously, his red pupils reflected a panicked face.

"Xian'er, I'm really..."

Poppy's lips covered her, a fiery and aggressive deep kiss.

Mu Ming's blurred vision, through the blink of an eye, noticed the undisguised determination in Yingluo's eyes, as if she was just dismissing a poor dog.

All the blood on his face faded away, and he looked devastated.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he choked up a bit.He closed his mouth, opened it, closed it again, took a step back, and wiped away his tears.Turning his head, he trampled on clusters of broken branches and leaves on the path strewn with yellow fallen leaves and branches, and staggered away with the sound of insects singing one after another behind him.

Not long after, Mu Ming's figure disappeared into the night.Yangli appeared beside Yingluo with a gloomy face, hugged Yingluo's body, tightened the embrace, and complained in a deep voice:

"Luo, don't do unnecessary things."

Yingluo flicked Yangli's hand away, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.