This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling was silent, and was welcomed into the tower on a wobbly cart amid the joyous crowd.

The tower is circular in shape and is also called a round village. It is a fortress built by all the local clansmen. It combines living, military, and ethical functions, and truly integrates living and defense. There are three floors in the tower. The outer circle is a tall earth wall. The former inhabitants of the village used local materials and built it with traditional rammed earth technology. It is very solid. On the earth wall, there is a small observation window every few meters, which is convenient for patrol personnel in the village to grasp the situation near the tower. The inner circle is the residence of the residents. Although the people in the tower are somewhat related, they usually live in units of three to ten people. They take care of each other and help each other. It is a very humane place.

The people in the tower saw everyone coming back, carefully confirmed their identities, and then opened the iron gate that had just been closed. The gate was about 20 centimeters thick, and it took seven or eight adult men to pull it at the same time. The door to the outside was covered with dense door nails. Even if the bandits wanted to attack the city, they would not be able to take it down overnight.

Several people ran down from the fortifications. Each of them took a hemp rope, put it on their shoulders, lowered their bodies, and dragged the gate with force. "One, two... up!" Their cheeks turned red and their muscles were tensed. After a long time, they finally pulled the gate open.

An Ling asked curiously, "Old man, you just came out not long ago, why did you go to such great lengths to close and open the door again?"

When the clan leader heard An Ling speak, his old face was filled with smiles. He trotted a few steps to An Ling and explained enthusiastically, "This is the rule passed down by our ancestors. Whenever we go in or out, we must close the door and windows to prevent the bandits from taking advantage of us!"

An Ling nodded, indicating that she understood, and continued to ask: "Are there many bandits around here?"

"Yes," the clan leader sighed, "the world has never been peaceful, we can only protect ourselves."

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An Ling refused the help of others and floated cross-legged in the air about one meter above the ground in the hall, attracting everyone to bow down to her again.

The veins on An Ling's forehead jumped. In fact, she just wanted to maintain her status and create the image of a hermit. Of course, she also wanted to try not to let them know that she had a disability to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

"I wonder why the immortal master has come to my humble home?" the clan leader asked cautiously.

An Ling smiled slightly. Although the purpose of her trip was to obtain Li Wanjian's sword, the situation was still unclear and it was not appropriate to ask them directly. "The secret cannot be leaked. I will stay here for a while. You just do what you need to do."

After saying that, she disappeared in full view of everyone!

"Ah! Immortal Master!" The clan leader crawled forward a few steps and looked around in horror. When he realized that he really couldn't find An Ling, he sat down on the ground, sweating coldly.

“Chief!” The people behind him hurriedly helped the old man up. The old man was supported by several people, but he was still trembling and even a little unsteady. “Chief! Go and have a rest first!”

"No, no..." The clan leader shook his head, barely broke free from the others, and bowed respectfully to where An Ling had been. "Master, I hope you have fun in the tower... I, I will take my leave now."

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In fact, An Ling had been staying where she was without moving. She just used an invisibility spell on herself so that no one could see her. She waited for a long time and the invisibility spell almost failed, so she used the wind control spell to move herself out.

She sneaked out of the room with "Council Hall" written on it, thought for a while, took out a strand of black hair from the storage ring, wrapped it around her finger, and used the tracking technique.

This was the hair of the herb-picking girl that An Ling had seen in the mountains before. She fell heavily into a ravine at that time, and several strands of her hair were pulled out by the hook. An Ling couldn't catch up with her for a while, and had no way to prove that she was not a monster. She could only collect the girl's hair. Sure enough, she used it now.

An Ling whispered a spell, and the roots of her hair pointed straight to a room in the tower. An Ling observed the hair in her hand. It didn't move, which proved that the little girl had stayed in the room without moving. Calculating the time, she might have fallen asleep now?

She silently used her clairvoyance, hiding from the residents in the building, and rested in a room for a long time, restoring her spiritual energy before continuing to look for the girl.

Just as An Ling was about to approach the room, an unexpected person came towards her and actually looked up in her direction! An Ling was startled and quickly hid behind a pillar, secretly cursing that her inconvenient legs and feet were really troublesome.

Fortunately, the man just glanced over here and saw that he didn't find anyone strange, so he knocked on the door and waited outside for a long time. Finally, after getting Anan's consent, he walked into Anan's room.

An Ling followed quietly and eavesdropped on the conversation inside the house.

"Ah! You're here!" Anan sat up from the bed and looked at the man happily.

The man frowned and sat on the stool facing the bed. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Anan silently.

Anan felt a little shy when he looked at her. She twisted the quilt with her fingers and her cheeks flushed. The girl who had just told Am that she wanted to go see her "dumb brother" now became like a shy little bird, lowering her head and saying nothing.

The "dumb brother" still didn't say anything. He continued to stare at her. There was no joy or complaint in his eyes. He just looked at her normally, which was no different from looking at the clouds in the sky in his spare time.

Anan could no longer sit still, and whispered, "Mute brother, I know you are not mute, but why don't you like to talk? It's so boring that I always talk to you..." He still ignored him, so Anan had to talk to himself, "You said before that we are not from the same world, but why did you come to me? Isn't it because..."

"Your mother asked me to come, so I came." He said lightly.

"Ah...haha." Anan laughed a few times. She was silent for a while, then found a new topic: "Is that so? Then you really listen to my Am! It seems that my Am was right to save you at that time."

That’s it. I know the rest of the story without having to hear it!

An Ling was so upset when she heard this. This "dumb brother" was Li Wanjian. He was rescued by the girl's mother for some reason, and then stayed in the tower. The girl fell in love with this brother. It was probably a tragic story of unrequited love.

"Oh my god, why is Li Wanjian's story so ridiculous? Isn't it that the girl who had a crush on him was killed by his enemies, and then he was in great pain, and finally realized that he loved this girl, and then embarked on the road of revenge for her?" An Ling complained. To be honest, if this was the reason why the Mayfly Swordsman rebelled against the Immortal Sect, it would be too ridiculous...

At this moment, Li Wanjian said calmly: "Because your mother cooks delicious food, that's all."