Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

This new room was not as big as the palace where Yan Ze was imprisoned before.

The space is narrow and a bit shabby, but the smaller the room, the less empty it is, and the feeling of loneliness and solitude when being alone is much less.

There was also a small wooden bed in the room. There was nothing on it, just a few thin wooden boards laid together. It was much better than the cold ground.

Yan Ze was pushed in from the door by the demon guards, and the chains on his hands and feet were tied to a thick pillar in the corner.

The chain was extended to just the right length for him to sit on the cot and lean against the back of the bed to rest for a while.

There was a window in the room, located high up on the highest point of the wall opposite the bed. It couldn't be touched, but at least it allowed some light to shine in.

There was a small candle lamp on the wall next to the bed, but it seemed like just a decoration.

The candle was old and not lit. When the door was closed, only a small light could come through the tall window.

Overall, the current environment seems to be much better than before.

But the sunlight that came in from the distant wall only stayed at a position not far from Yan Ze's feet.

It is within reach but out of reach, like giving people hope but not giving them the chance to touch it, which makes people even more desperate.

After arranging Yan Ze, the demon guard immediately looked at Yin Xiuyu:

"Ms. Yin, look, we have already made the arrangements as you said. It's getting late, and the kitchen has started preparing dinner. Why don't we take you home first?"

Yin Xiuyu was really not used to being called the Demon Queen, so after she came out, she told the two demon guards to change the title.

She observed the environment inside the room, then looked at the expressions of the two demon guards. Without saying a word, she turned around and left as they wished.

The light from outside the house briefly lingered on Yan Ze's eyelids, and then disappeared almost in the blink of an eye.

He lowered his eyes, listened to the sound of the door closing, and blinked slightly.

The sky gradually darkened.

The night in the demon world comes early and goes late, and is much longer than the ordinary night in the mortal world.

Naturally, the night in the demon world is very different from that in the mortal world.

The sky seemed to be covered with an airtight black cloth, with thick ink-colored layers upon layers, and no other colors could be seen above it.

There were no stars at night, only a blood moon hanging in the sky. The strange red color made the demons even more excited at night.

For the demons, this is their carnival moment.

The blood moon makes the demons' bodies flourish, but it also inhibits the flow of spiritual energy and suppresses most of the abilities of the cultivators.

The blood moon only exists in the demon world, and this place has become their base camp.

Outside the door, two demon guards began discussing where to go for fun tonight.

Demon Guard A: "I heard that a new restaurant opened on Night Fog Street not long ago. They have released several new wines that taste very good. Why don't we go check it out tonight?"

Mo Wei Yi: "Then... who is imprisoned inside?"

Demon Guard A: "No matter what he does, it's late at night, are you still worried that he will run away? How can he run away at this time...? Ha, what a joke."

As he said this, he pointed his finger at the blood-red moon in the sky, with a malicious smile on his face.

"If he can run away, I will recognize him as my grandfather."

Mo Wei Yi looked at the blood moon in the sky and quickly understood what he had not said.

He thought about it carefully and realized that this was indeed the case, so he happily agreed.

"Okay, then we won't go home until we're drunk tonight. I'll treat you, so don't waste time on drinking today. If you can't drink, just admit defeat, and don't bet on being the grandson of the people inside, just acknowledge me as your grandfather."

"You are so good, kid. Whoever admits defeat during drinking tonight is a grandson."

Demon Guard A punched Demon Guard B on the shoulder, which aroused his fighting spirit, and he walked out shoulder to shoulder with his companion.

They didn't ask other demons to take over, and the sounds of them laughing and leaving gradually faded away in Yan Ze's ears.

Logically speaking, their lax vigilance at this time would be a good opportunity for Yan Ze to escape.

The fact was, just as the two demon guards guarding him said, he didn't have the strength to escape at all.

The room was pitch black, with only a little red light coming in through the window.

But it was this ray of light that made Yan Ze, who was leaning against the wall, breathe more rapidly.

Today's blood moon is a full moon, and the strange red color it emits is deeper than before, and its ability to suppress monks is also stronger.

Yan Ze felt a chill that penetrated deep into his bones. It seeped into his internal organs bit by bit with every breath he took, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The chains that bound his limbs were especially heavy, made of unknown material. They pulled his hands and feet down, as if they were going to break his limbs.

In this case, just as the demon guard said, he would be lucky to be able to spend the night soberly, let alone escape.

Yan Ze has always been strong-willed. Although his whole body was filled with indescribable pain, he tried hard to suppress it with his willpower.

At the very least, don't let yourself show an expression that suggests you're giving in to the pain.

He tried hard to restrain himself, but the red light not far in front of him seemed to have found some delicious food and was climbing towards him little by little along the floor.

The bones in his body made a creaking sound and the pain suddenly intensified. Yan Ze tore his lower lip tightly with his teeth. He leaned back uncontrollably, his head against the wall, revealing the smooth lines of his neck.

A round Adam's apple rolled up and down in pain.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and when his teeth were clenched the tightest, he fell down, making the strange red light even more excited, and it couldn't wait to devour his strength.

Yan Ze tried to fight it for a while, but finally lowered his head deeply.

The green headband on his head had been rubbed loose at some point, and a few strands of hair fell on his face, covering his features, and no sound could be heard.

Even though there was still a slight rise and fall in his chest, it made people wonder for a moment whether he was dead... or alive?

Yan Ze himself couldn't tell what was going on. He felt like he was trapped in a swamp. He couldn't rescue himself and it was dark all around him.

He was in a daze, his consciousness was wavering, and he was about to fall into a strange deep sleep.

"Squeak."

A very faint voice came from the right.

Yan Ze's ears twitched slightly, but his body was still stiff and unable to move at all. Only his brain turned around instinctively.

In an instant, vibrant orange flames jumped into his eyes.

At the same time, the flames flowed into his cold body.

Yan Ze first noticed the lit candlelight. When his body was warmed by the flames, he slowly raised his eyes and noticed Yin Xiuyu holding the lantern.