This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Lu Xiulin no longer looks like the nobleman he once was. His hair is disheveled and he looks haggard. The darkness in his eyes silently tells everyone about his poor mental state. At this moment, his mouth is full of blood and he is pressed headfirst to the ground. But even at this time, he did not surrender at all. He was still roaring and struggling at Lu Dongyang like a mad dog. The anger gushing from his heart made him eager to tear this "father" in the physical sense into pieces!

"I curse you. I curse you in the name of all the lives you have killed! Lu Dongyang!"

"You will die without a burial place! And since you value the so-called 'kingdom' the most, then I curse the Great Xuan Kingdom, and it will destroy your hand! It will completely collapse!"

"I've run so far, but you still won't let me live. Then none of us can live! Let's go to hell together! Lu Dongyang! Ah!"

Lu Xiulin roared and cursed like a wild beast. He kept spitting blood-stained saliva at Lu Dongyang and made the slightest struggle.

“Be careful, don’t hurt this body… cough cough cough…” Lu Dongyang glanced at Lu Xiulin with disgust. Suddenly, his throat felt itchy and he started coughing violently. His chest was gasping like a bellows. He put his palm that was covering his mouth in front of his eyes. Lu Dongyang looked at the deep red in his palm and smiled sinisterly: “I am the Lord of Daxuan. Daxuan is destined to prosper in my hands. No one can stop me! Not even her, not even Liu Xiahui, not even you! No one can…”

Lu Dongyang stood up shakily. At this moment, he seemed to be a few years older. The air of decadence and death enveloped the old emperor, making his old face, which was changing light and shadow in the candlelight, look hideous.

"In order to survive, people can do anything. The civilians who are about to die of starvation do this, and so do I!"

The patterns of the formation slowly meandered up from the ground and clung to Lu Xiulin's body, breathing continuously like a living thing. Lu Xiulin only felt as if there seemed to be something in his body, gradually moving away from him. He could not catch it or touch it, and could only watch the completion of the formation.

"Your Majesty, please stand here." The man in white robe motioned Lu Dongyang to move forward.

"Let's solve it soon. I'm tired." Lu Dongyang smiled and stood up. One step, two steps, three steps... one more step, and he was there. Ahead was abundant life and spiritual power at his fingertips! As long as he took one more step, he would have everything!

What's wrong with Daxuanjiangshan? It's just a toy in his hand!

"Hahahaha... finally... I..."

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in the room, and Lu Dongyang's neck was cut off! His head, still full of joy, fell to the ground with a hint of doubt, his dull eyes stared at his son, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.

The men in white robes finally stopped looking as if they were always sure of victory. They screamed in collapse, and spell balls continuously bombarded the roof and walls of this long-standing cold palace along with shrill screams of "Catch the assassin", just like the "fireworks" of the New Year.

The entire imperial city... no, the entire Daxuan was shaken. On this night, countless people stayed awake all night. The messy footsteps of the Geoinspector and the Astronomical Inspector, the whistling of flares, and the violently beating heartbeats in everyone's chest mixed together and became a memory that they would never forget.

The roof of Changxin Hall was broken, and the beams that lost their load fell heavily on Lu Xiulin, making him unable to get up. He lay on the ground, looking up at the moon that was equally shining its light on the world, laughed at himself, saluted the moon from a distance with his bare hands, and said, "There are only you and me left."

……

An Ling and Qishi quickly fled the imperial city and hid in a shadow somewhere to calm down.

They looked at the imperial guards, land surveyors, and astronomical officials coming and going, and had no one to talk to about the surging emotions in their hearts. They could only digest it silently.

"Seventy, are you sure you can catch him?" An Ling asked in a voice transmission.

Transmitting sound is just like making a phone call. If it is a face-to-face chat, few monks would like this method. But the situation is different now. Although both of them are skilled and bold, it is better not to get into trouble.

"Don't you see who I am? That level of stealth in front of me is like a grandson meeting his grandfather. With just a little trick, I can make him look like a firefly with a lighting ball on his butt. Hahaha!"

An Ling said with a chill, "Please don't use such disgusting metaphors. I'm about to vomit."

"Tsk, you're so hypocritical. Forget about that. The whole city is under martial law. Where else are you going?"

An Ling sighed and said, "If the emperor dies, I'm afraid there will be chaos all over the country. Although we didn't kill him, we should try not to show him in front of the world. It would be bad if we aroused suspicion."

She continued, "But I was wondering if I should meet with Senior Sister Shuang'er and tell her the news about Senior Brother Lu."

Qishi covered his forehead with a headache. He really hated this kind of naive kid. Qishi said angrily: "Your senior sister is from the Imperial City. Do you think she will believe you? Do you think she has any reason not to betray us?"

An Ling stared at the ground and whispered, "I understand. I shouldn't gamble on this possibility, but if I keep it a secret from her, my conscience won't let me live with it. Senior Sister Shuang'er is working so hard for her own lifelong happiness. She wants to use the longevity pill to get the emperor to let her go so that she can... go find Senior Brother Lu..."

"What the hell? Your sister likes that crazy dog ​​with double pupils?" Qishi finally understood. He wailed and complained, "Since your sister wants to marry the prince, it doesn't matter who she marries. Why not just marry the one she likes?"

"Do you think that royal marriages are based on love? They are all for the sake of profit. Senior Sister Shuang'er's family needs her to surrender to the royal family, and the royal family needs her to control the Shao family. In the face of these 'great righteousness', who cares about the blind marriage of the young couple?"

"Senior Brother Lu can't even be considered a prince. No one recognizes his identity, and no one cares about him. He is just a body that the old emperor uses to take over another person's body."

An Ling continued, "No matter what, I have no right to make decisions for others. The only thing I can do is to tell her what I know, and then..." She said with some difficulty, "Other things can only be solved by her herself."

"Not staying here anymore?"

"No, we have to go to Zezhou." An Ling quietly hid in the shadow of Seventy and stroked the broken stars. Her eyes were deep and sharp. She whispered, "Some good things are waiting for me there."

Seventy looked at An Ling's weird appearance and was frightened by the gloominess she rarely exuded. He just touched his chin angrily and pulled out the grass in his mouth and burned it.

……

Three days later, An Ling and Qishi took advantage of the dawn and mixed in with the night-drifting convoy to leave the city.

The two used their spiritual power to isolate the stench, but Seventy still felt very disgusted. As a nearly newborn, he had a fanatical pursuit of all normal people's behaviors. He pinched his nose and said, "It stinks so much. What did you eat? Why does it have to poop so much..."

An Ling was speechless: "We can't smell it, why are we pretending?"

"How do you talk to your senior like that! Ah!" Qishi finally breathed a sigh of relief after he and An Ling slipped into the woods together, and yelled at her.

"Okay, uncle-master. Uncle-master, you can't smell it, so why are you pretending?" An Ling said sarcastically.

"Don't call me that!"

An Ling shrugged indifferently, looking at the imperial capital in the distance which was still glowing blue, and sighed: "It's so cool to cultivate immortality. It feels like there is no place in the world that I can't go."

Seventy said, "What a shame. By the way, I've had enough of the days of having my head tied to my belt. I'm going to find a place to rest for a while. You can go wherever you want. I won't accompany you. Next, "Seventy handed An Ling a small bottle filled with some black liquid and continued, "When you meet someone you can't beat, or are locked up in a place you can't get out of, just smash it, then jump in or get the enemy in, and you will reach the other side."

An Ling's eyebrows and eyes drooped. She really thought Qishi was interesting and strong. She originally thought she could keep him by her side as a bodyguard, but he had already regained his freedom, so how could he be willing to follow her around every day?

Hearing this, An Ling smiled softly, took the bottle, and asked with some concern: "Thank you, senior. How can I get out after I enter the other side?"

"Good question!" Seventy gave a thumbs up and smiled, "As long as you drop this thing, I will know where you are no matter where you are! If it's you, I will fish you out, but if it's someone else, I will kill them directly. So, this thing is not fun, take it easy!"

"Ok."

"I'm leaving now. Don't look for me if you have nothing else to do. When you become famous and have your own territory, I will go to you for a meal!"

An Ling looked at Seventy who disappeared in the blink of an eye and sighed deeply. Her once lively friends all chose to leave because they had their own things to do. Now, she was left alone again.

For some reason, An Ling suddenly had a deeper understanding of Xie Kuorong's words and truly felt the pain of separation.

She sat on the stone for a long time, sorted herself out, and flew to Zezhou on her sword.

"Miss Qi, I hope you'll be fine when I see you."