The Demon Lord has too many aliases

——It's like an unscrupulous boss squeezing a game expert to help him defeat the boss, but he doesn't even give him exclusive detailed information. He only asks people to analyze it based on the information that the general public knows, and he must help him defeat the boss successfully.

Ji Muyue: "..." Say goodbye! He wanted to say goodbye directly, but the bright Jianfeng said he wouldn't allow it.

With no other choice, Ji Muyue had no choice but to rack her brains, search out the routine that had captured countless beautiful boys, and "tribute" it to Su Xinghan for use.

...Recalling this point, Ji Muyue felt a chill on her body, and she had some bad premonition inexplicably.

Practitioners all believe in intuition.

With his current level of cultivation, although he is not as insightful into everything as the divine beings and saints are, he can probably fulfill his general premonitions.

Ji Muyue suddenly frowned.

“Something’s wrong, very wrong.

" He waved his hands to send out all the male pets, hurriedly got up from the bed and walked around the room.

“...I always feel like someone is trying to do something bad to me.

"...Could it be that Su Xinghan's routine failed? Instead of gaining favor, he was disgusted and prepared to vent his anger on him? This is really possible.

After all, the Yan Weilou that Ji Muyue knew was a well-known dandy in Shengjing back then. He was the prince of Qi who was noble but not arrogant, open-minded and generous, and was accustomed to helping those in need.

Not Yan Weilou, who seems approachable but is actually elusive.

——This is almost like the game version has been updated, but the experience of the old version is still used to defeat the boss. It is obviously a slower pace.

The feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, and Ji Muyue felt that her heart began to beat rapidly.

Could it be that Su Xinghan is not the only one, but others are also eyeing him? Frightened by her own imagination, Ji Muyue's expression changed and she immediately made up her mind.

Move out of here today and find a more secluded place.

Ji Muyue's premonition was indeed accurate.

Less than half an hour after he left, a figure suddenly appeared.

"...Leaving?" Looking at the empty room and the obvious signs of packing his luggage, Su Xinghan whispered and left with a chill all over his body.

Due to a combination of mistakes and errors, these three people all made inferences that seemed logical and reasonable, but in fact they were completely ignorant.

Su Xinghan no longer believed in Ji Muyue's "strength". He was worried that Yan Weilou would notice something and instead actively distance himself from him. He gave up on thinking about the so-called strategy routines and returned to his previous normal state.

Yan Weilou was relieved to see that Su Xinghan no longer wandered around in the sky every day.

...Thinking about it, Xu Xinghan finally kept his eyes open and was not deceived by Ji Muyue.

He no longer has to worry about whether he should remind Su Xinghan to be more careful, or simply and rudely kill Ji Muyue :).

The relationship between the two returned to the previous state. In their spare time, they played around in Fenghuan City.

The first day of March is a special festival in the Northern Desert, also known as the Ice Lantern Festival.

Early in the morning, various ice lanterns were hung on the streets, which was very interesting to watch.

When night falls, the city is full of lights, reflecting the crystal clear ice and snow everywhere, making it even more dreamlike.

After all, the customs and customs of the Northern Desert are different from those of the Central Plains. Those practitioners from all over the world in Wangyue Tower also took to the streets to experience the unique festive atmosphere of the Northern Desert.

Yan Weilou and the two are no exception.

The two walked through the streets, admiring everything around them curiously.

Under the cover of night, various ice lanterns reflect the blurred light and shine on the faces of passers-by.

Su Xinghan's steps slowed down unknowingly, and his eyes were fixed on one of the ice lanterns, like a child going out for the first time, looking at everything with a touch of curiosity and pleasure.

Seeing this, Yan Weilou quietly walked aside.

Not long after, Su Xinghan's eyes suddenly lit up.

When he came back to his senses, a crystal clear ice lantern appeared in front of him. The round ice lantern looked like a small watermelon. He looked over and saw the young man's slightly smiling face.

Xu Xinghan was stunned: "Ayan..." Seeing that he was stunned, Yan Weilou handed the ice lantern forward again, with a proud look on his face: "Take it if you like it.

"Xu Xinghan seemed to finally react, his eyes bursting with unconcealable joy, as if the dark sky suddenly lit up with stars.

"Um:).

"He carefully took the ice lantern and stared at the swaying light. The corners of his lips curved upward. The arc was extremely pure under the light.

Yan Weilou couldn't help but laugh.

He has always been obsessed with practicing to become stronger and addicted to causing trouble everywhere.

Especially when wearing several vests, you can multitask anytime and anywhere.

On the contrary, it was most relaxing to be with Su Xinghan, without so much vigilance and calculation.

This was really a very pure person, and Yan Weilou couldn't help but put aside his distracting thoughts and become pure for the time being.

The two visited the Nuo dance, which is unique to the Northern Desert, and watched a special monkey show. They ate snacks from a street, then slowly mingled with the crowd and continued walking forward.

Xiu Xinghan held the round little ice lantern and couldn't help but look at it again and again along the way. He even touched it with his hands, showing his undisguised affection.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out from the corner beside him and bumped towards him.

Su Xinghan subconsciously held Bing Deng Xuxu in his arms and moved to the side, exposing the man to Yan Weilou's sight.

Yan Weilou raised his hand and pushed without any politeness, and the invisible true energy came out in a mighty force.

Bang! A figure fell out heavily and hit the ground covered with ice and snow, making a dull sound.

When the man looked up in disgrace, who else could it be if he wasn't Chong Shanyue? "You-" He looked over with anger, touched the faces of Yan Weilou and the other two, and the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

It's not that he recognized the two of them, after all, Chong Shanyue had never met the two of them before.

It's just that the two people in front of him were too outstanding in his opinion, and they couldn't hide their aura. Even the eldest son of the Chongshan clan who Chongshan Yue had seen was completely different from them.

Chong Shanyue is not a fool, even if he realizes that the identity of the two people is anything but ordinary.

With his current status, he cannot afford to be offended.

He swallowed down his anger and smiled repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, I was rude.

" Yan Weilou's eyes moved.

...But after not seeing him for a few days, this person seems to have changed a lot.

When we first met, although Chong Shanyue gave up on himself, he was still full of unwillingness and pride.

But now this anger is gone, it seems that he has completely resigned himself to his fate and is willing to be a useless person.

Such a big change made Yan Weilou a little curious.

However, before he could investigate, several more people chased out of the alley next to them. They looked familiar to Tufen. They were the thugs from the gambling house that Yan Weilou had been to.

The master behind that gambling house was Ji Muyue.

Chong Shanyue's expression changed and he ran away.

The warriors sneered and stepped forward and pushed him to the ground: "Boy, you still want to run? This time you run! Brothers, break his hands and feet first!" Chong Shanyue struggled hard: "How dare you! I'm from the Chongshan clan..." "What about the Chongshan clan? If I don't pay off the thirty thousand taels of silver you owe, next time I won't have to resort to any means, but I'll give it to you directly. Cut it off!" Several people were rubbing their hands, their joints crackling.

Yan Weilou stepped forward and asked, "What's going on?"