This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

There was a long silence in the room.

What else can these defeated soldiers do? Facing the Futian Army, which has been patiently waiting for a chance to break out of the ground for thousands of years, all their struggles are just like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Lin Ji sat at the table, covering his forehead with his only remaining right hand. Ever since the fragment of the Heavenly Dao left his body, he often felt as if he had lost some of his memory. His mind was confused and he couldn't muster up energy.

His left hand was cut off when he tried to stop Yu Lang. None of them knew any medicine, and they didn't have any pills that could regenerate flesh and bones. They could only bandage themselves hastily and let time heal their wounds.

Ayimu sat beside An Ling's bed, holding An Ling's hand tightly, and continuously transmitted spiritual power to her body to calm her soul. This was the spiritual power unique to the Yuehua Sect. Aimu, who had been immersed in the holy fire since childhood, possessed the power to repair the soul. Her face was very ugly, as if she was about to fall down at any time, but her one exposed eye seemed to be spewing out anger all the time. She hated it, she hated her leader and mother who gave birth to her!

Ainofei!

She knew that only An Ling could help her realize her revenge, so even if it cost her life, she had to cure An Ling!

Wu Baiquan was worried about the two of them being alone with An Ling, and was also worried about Mingjue who was recovering in the next room. He was pacing around anxiously. Lin Ji saw what Wu Baiquan was thinking and took the initiative to say, "Daoyou Baiquan, Xinyue is paralyzed now. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why don't I leave first and find a doctor who can heal Daoyou Mingjue. By treating both the body and the soul, maybe An Ling will no longer be in pain."

Wu Baiquan crossed his arms, glanced at Lin Ji coldly, and said, "The immortal sects are all gone, and most of the mortal cultivators have joined the Futian Army. Where are you going to find a medical practitioner?"

Lin Ji sighed, sat up from the stool, stroked his sleeves and straightened his clothes. After tidying up his appearance, he held the disciple's etiquette and bowed to the southeast. With tears in his eyes, he said firmly: "I believe that even if the world is dark, this place will also be monologue!"

"I, the unworthy disciple Lin Yuzhou, hereby apologize to all the teachers of Shanhai Academy!"

Aimu raised his brows slightly, recalling the memory from two years ago.

Shanhai Academy... Haha, indeed, they are the only ones who dare to disobey the Saint of Yuehua Sect.

Wu Baiquan sighed and replied, "You don't have to do that. I think the teachers won't make things difficult for you."

"No, this is my fault," Lin Ji said with a smile, "I must solve it myself."

After saying that, he prepared to go out. Time was pressing and he had to go early and come back early. He stayed here before to prevent An Ling from being possessed by the Crescent Moon Immortal and causing trouble. Now that he saw she was awake, he could rest assured.

But he never expected that Wu Baiquan stopped him and said, "Wait a moment."

"What's the matter?"

"An Ling's second master was also a member of Shanhai Academy. When you go there, tell him An Ling's name. Maybe he won't make things difficult for you."

Lin Ji smiled. He knew that Wu Baiquan seemed irritable and easily angered, but in fact he was gentle and delicate. He smiled and said, "I know that the first Shanhai student that An Ling met was me."

……

Lin Ji left, carrying with him scars all over his body and the hopes of Liyang City.

The room fell silent again.

Wu Baiquan endured it again and again, but still said to Ayimu: "How long are you going to stay here?"

Ayimu replied calmly: "Until An Ling wakes up."

"You are overdrawing your own soul!"

"I know," Ayimu replied. Countless cracks appeared in her originally perfect soul, but she continued to transfer spiritual power into An Ling's body in order to soothe the conflict between her soul and spirit. She laughed a little crazily and continued: "I know! But I can only do this! I only have her! Only An Ling can help me kill her! I must..."

Wu Baiquan grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away without much effort, taking the nearly unconscious Aimu's hand with her.

"There is a long time to come. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. If you kill yourself now, isn't that exactly what your enemy wants?"

After Wu Baiquan took the unconscious Aimu away, An Ling's surroundings became quiet again.

She closed her eyes tightly and curled up in bed.

Close your eyes tightly to prevent tears from falling.

Curl up and feel a little safe.

"Why...why did this happen?"

"Master, Sect Master... and my fellow brothers and sisters... you are all so kind, why did it become like this..."

In the silence, An Ling finally couldn't help sobbing on the bed.

——No matter how strong a person is, there will always be times when he needs to vent his emotions.

"Oh no, why is she crying?"

"Little girl, that's it, why don't you go and comfort her?"

"roll roll roll."

The strange voice sounded again, and An Ling suddenly stopped sobbing.

She knew very well that after Wu Baiquan and others left, she was the only one left here!

"Ahem...Who's talking..." she said with difficulty.

In an instant, there was no sound inside or outside the room, as if everything was just An Ling's illusion.

"No, this is definitely not an illusion! Something has changed!" Faced with the unknown, she suddenly felt a chill.

"Could it be Hu's back-up plan?"

An Ling is now scared of those two guys. Whenever she encounters something strange, she starts to become suspicious and always thinks that they are behind it.

But it was really too quiet now, so quiet that An Ling began to have wild thoughts while lying on the bed. Aimu tried his best to sort out her mind and now she felt much better, without the horrible colic she had before.

"We must be vigilant against these two voices," An Ling said as she laid on the bed, sorting out her recent experiences, "and the missing Crescent Moon Immortal..."

She unconsciously touched her stomach with her hand, and felt waves of pain around her pubic area.

An Ling always felt that she had forgotten something very important. She tried hard to relax her body and mind and tried to remind herself, but she failed despite repeated attempts.

How did she survive?

……

In the usually peaceful Liyang City, thick smoke was rising. Following Lord Xu's order, countless people burned the statue of the Crescent Moon Immortal in front of their own doors. Of course, there were always some people who would keep the statue privately. These issues would be left to Lord Xu to consider.

Wu Baiquan came to Lord Xu's residence alone. As one of the five heroes who resisted the Crescent Moon, he did not need to report at all and walked straight into Lord Xu's study.

Lord Xu was wearing the standard red official robe of Daxuan and standing with his hands behind his back. At this moment, he was observing the Daxuan map hanging on the wall. When he heard someone coming in, he turned around with a worried look on his face. Sure enough, it was Wu Baiquan again.

"Master Wu is here? Please take a seat." Lord Xu asked Wu Baiquan to sit down, but Wu Baiquan did not want to be polite with him and asked directly, "When will those two be put down?"

Lord Xu frowned and half-closed his eyes. After a long while, he said calmly, "I have no say in this matter."

Wu Baiquan slammed the table fiercely, like a leopard whose tail was stepped on, and roared: "You are the city lord, the governor of Daxuan!"

"But I am also the father and mother of Liyang City!" Lord Xu raised his voice, not afraid of Wu Baiquan's identity as a cultivator. He looked at Wu Baiquan with determination in his eyes. "I don't care what their identities were in the past or what good deeds they did, but it is an ironclad fact that they massacred the people in front of the people of the city! You want me to let them go? Then what do you want me to do to calm the public anger!"

Wu Baiquan was breathing heavily, he knew, of course he knew, that the clan leader and the elders were controlled by the Crescent Moon Immortal and that they were killing lives. It was a fact that no one could deny it, but… but how could he bear to watch the two of them being vented by the angry people?

Lord Xu looked at Wu Baiquan's appearance and knew that he was not an unreasonable person, so he sighed and said, "Master, wait a moment. Anyway, they have spiritual power to protect their bodies, so they won't be hurt for a while."

Wu Baiquan turned around and left. Lord Xu looked at Wu Baiquan's angry back, who had nowhere to vent his anger, and suddenly had an idea and called him.

"Master Wu, are you interested in cooperating with our Liyang City?"