The Demon Lord Is Fleeing For His Life Again Today

Qianye Tower Auction Gathering 1

 Dawn has just broken into the Mortal Realm. Some white was showing in the eastern sky, and in the cold winter, the scenery was foggy.

    Lou Muge flicked his tail and landed on the shore. He was exhausted. He knelt down, and after vomiting a mouthful of blood, his breathing and his chest felt much more comfortable than before. He rolled over and sprawled on the ground, letting half of his body dip in the water.

    Right after lying down for a while, he heard the sound of gurgling. Someone grabbed his foot without warning, causing him to shake it off promptly.

    The water was wet and slippery, so he threw the creature off in a flash, and when Lou Muge got up and took a look, he saw Wen Changchu floating away again along the river.

    He quickly got up from the ground, ran after him on the shore, and fished him out of the river. By then, Wen Changchu had already drunk a stomach full of water. His belly was bulging, and he spat out a little when he pressed it.

    Wen Changchu wiped his mouth and said in a whisper, “This water is quite sweet.”

    Lou Muge was so tired that he didn’t want to say a word. He lay down with his arms and legs wide open, allowing the chill to seep in through his soaked clothes. He shuddered and craned his neck, suddenly whimpering.

    Wen Changchu was taken aback and turned around to ask him, “What’s wrong with you? Where did you get hurt?”

    Lou Muge whimpered, “My apprentice…”

    “Ning Shaosi? What happened to him?”

    “I’m happy to see him.” Lou Muge sniffed, “I haven’t seen him in 800 years.”

    Wen Changchu glanced at him, sighed and said, “You have not raised your apprentice in vain.”

    “Of course.” Lou Muge muttered, “I think back then, in order to raise him, I raised chickens in a chicken coop for a month.”

    The image of Lou Muge turning into a big rooster appeared in Wen Changchu’s mind. He must have flown into rages, fighting everywhere to vie for a hen…

    The two lay down for a while, and then Lou Muge suddenly sat up and squeezed the water out of his clothes.

    “Are we leaving?” Wen Changchu asked.

    “Yeah.” Lou Muge wrung the fabric on his thighs after squeezing his sleeves. “It’s too cold, and this is too close to the Immortal Realm. We have to leave as soon as possible.”

    Few people could get up so early once cold weather sets in as the year draws to its close. The whole city was still asleep. Lou Muge and Wen Changchu walked along the river, both ridden with injuries. They were honest and used their two legs to move. At noon, Lou Muge stopped and turned to look at Wen Changchu. As if he had discovered a novelty, he tapped his clothes a couple of times. “Listen.”

    When his fingers tapped on it, a crisp sound followed. It turned out that his clothes were frozen hard after the water was squeezed out.

    Wen Changchu noticed that his face was bloodless and his lips were dark blue, so he asked him worriedly, “Are you alright? Is it freezing cold?”

    Lou Muge raised his delicate eyebrows when he heard this. “This little cold is nothing”

    “But your lips look…” Wen Changchu hesitated.

    “Are you looking down on me?” Lou Muge was displeased. “Come what may, I was once a Devil Venerable in those years. I didn’t freeze to death in the polar abyss. Do you think I’m afraid of this?”

    “You’re holding up,” Wen Changchu reached out and patted his shoulder. “Are you still conscious?”

    Lou Muge heard the sound of the slap, but he really didn’t feel anything in his arm. He pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, and said proudly, “It doesn’t matter. It will ease up when we get to a warm place.”

    Wen Changchu wanted to persuade him once more, but seeing him turn around, he could only follow behind him.

    After walking for about ten steps, he saw Lou Muge’s body straighten and plunge straight into the snow, and then he remained there motionless.

    Wen Changchu was momentarily stunned. He hurriedly stepped forward and turned Lou Muge over. To his surprise, he found that his body was almost frozen, straight as a ramrod with his eyes closed. He embodied a person frozen to death, making Wen Changchu laugh in anger. He carried him without delay and looked for a populated place.

    Meanwhile, the Immortal Realm was now riotous. The Divine Trial Convention was also completely ended, and the rumors of Lou Muge’s return to the world finally came true in the Six Realms. The people who had been hunting him reacted much crazier. There were those who wanted to kill him, and there were those who worshiped him. In short, the Immortal Realm lost all prestige this time.

    Rumors also abounded that Lou Muge’s apprentice Ning Shaosi brought a helper to the Immortal Realm and shot his master in front of thousands of demons and immortals. He inflicted a serious injury on Lou Muge, who originally wanted to go on a killing spree, and drove him to jump into the river and flee.

    Consequently, the grievances between the master and the apprentice once again made rounds. The tales about Ning Shaosi angering Lou Muge to death was also recycled and gossiped about over and over again, until it turned increasingly outrageous.

    The person in question, Lou Muge, who was “severely injured” by his apprentice, was now lying on a bed in a medical center. His bed was stuffed with bed warmers, and his frostbitten face was slowly warming up.

    After Wen Changchu found a town, he directly carried Lou Muge into the medical hall. Seeing that his face was much better now, he also brought out a thick quilt from the doctor’s room.

    The doctor chased after him and pulled his arm. “Young man, one quilt is enough, plus there are four bed warmers in that bed!”

    Wen Changchu dragged him to Lou Muge’s room and said, “It’s not enough. Can’t you see he’s freezing to death?”

    He wrapped the quilt on Lou Muge despite the objections and covered him tightly. With half a column of incense, Lou Muge’s face was covered with sweat. He pushed the quilt on his body unconsciously. As soon as he felt a trace of cold air, Wen Changchu, who was guarding the bed, covered him.

    He also deliberately pressed all four corners tightly.

    Lou Muge was in a deep sleep, dreaming that he fell into a big furnace. Every time he struggled to climb out of the furnace, he was mercilessly pressed down by a hand, poking into the lava of the furnace. He was tumbling inside, unable to escape.

    Finally the heat woke him up.