Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

The four people who realized the danger reached a unanimous understanding that now the only way to rescue the other disciples of Sanyuan Sect from the dream monster was to go out of the city and ask Cang Shuzi for help.

Jiang Tingwan and Mu Qingge simultaneously helped the seriously injured Mu Yunzhong up, and followed Wen Bumian out of the room.

The singing and laughter in the lobby continued. What was different from the dream was that the people in the lobby could see the group of four people, and when they heard the door open upstairs, they all looked over.

The drunk man in the daytime stretched out his hand and greeted the four people after seeing them.

"Friends! You guys are out too? I knew that with such a paradise on earth, how could anyone stay indoors?" The man, who originally looked to be in his fifties, has now regained his youthful appearance, full of vigor and vitality.

The man looked behind them and didn't see anyone else. He asked in confusion, "Where are your friends? There's wine and music here, and there are beauties to keep you company. Why don't you come out and have a get-together?"

As the man was talking, he walked up to the four people with a glass of wine in his hand, pretending to toast them, and blocked their way.

"Brother! From what you said, you already know that everything here is just a dream, so why bother deceiving yourself?"

Wen Bumian politely declined his offer of wine, gave him a reminder out of good intentions, and then continued on his way.

"Eh~"

The man turned around and stopped the four people again. He didn't care about Wen Bumian's reminder just now, but instead looked a bit unrestrained and carefree.

"Sir, you are wrong. Life is short, only a hundred years, and we have no control over our joys and sorrows. In a dream, we don't know the passing of time, but we can get rid of sorrow and only feel joy. Is it real or an illusion? Does it really matter?"

The man's expression was dazed and extremely charming, like a temptation of desire.

The four people who had no intention of chatting looked at each other and saw the drunk man's intention. They were also alert and felt that everyone in the store was focusing on them.

"They want us to stay!" Jiang Tingwan quickly realized this.

Mu Qingge also became alert when he heard this. Seeing that the drunk man could not keep them, everyone stood up at the same time, and the swords in their hands were filled with strange murderous aura in an instant.

The drunk man who looked frail during the day was full of energy at this moment. "The Immortal Lord Mengluo has ordered that you cannot leave this city!"

Sensing the murderous intent, Wen Bumian and Mu Qingge awakened Nei Lu's magic weapon at the same time. The battle was about to break out. Several spiritual lights intersected in the hall. Wen Bumian led the way forward, Mu Qingge blocked the way from behind, and Jiang Tingwan supported the seriously injured Mu Yun and walked in the middle.

After Wen Bumian and Mu Qingge combined their sword energies, everyone in the lobby was knocked to the ground, and the four of them took the opportunity to escape from the inn.

As soon as they went out, the scene on the street shocked everyone. The dilapidated streets were transformed at night and looked brand new. The lights in every household emitted colorful light through lanterns of different colors.

Those dry vines came to life at this moment, entwined around the gates and pavilions, and bloomed with bright and colorful dream rose flowers, covering the entire Pingxia City.

All the doors that were closed during the day were opened, and people came and went, making the place bustling with activity.

The streets were filled with the singing and laughter of young men and women. They walked through the streets with laughter, dressed in red and green, radiant and noisy. The market was bustling with people coming and going, and it was a strange and colorful place, as if they were experiencing a grand festival.

The original dead city turned into a city that never sleeps with endless flowers at night.

Even though Jiang Tingwan and Wen Bumian knew the plot, they were still shocked when they saw the scene before them.

The four of them reacted quickly and headed towards the city gate, but before they had taken a few steps, their way was blocked by a group of people.

"Master, where are we going?" Ye Guan, the leader, walked out of the crowd with his hands behind his back. After seeing this scene, the people passing by made way for the people in the middle, but they showed no intention of leaving.

"It's so nice here! Why should we leave?"

"Yes! Stay!"

Words of persuasion were sparsely heard in the crowd, which were extremely charming, but sounded extremely strange to the ears of the four people.

"It has always been difficult to refuse a kind invitation! Why don't you just stay here?" Ye Guan said with a hint of mockery after hearing these words.

"It turns out that you have reached an agreement with that dream demon!" Jiang Tingwan said, looking directly at the person opposite.

Ye Guan smiled contemptuously, looking at Jiang Tingwan, the fear in his eyes was gone, "Zizai Sect naturally dare not make enemies with Sanyuan Sect, but if you die in the hands of others on the way to Qinghuai City, then it has nothing to do with Zizai Sect."

"That Meng Yao is willing to make such a deal with you. Does he dare to offend the Sanyuan Sect?" Wen Bumian raised his doubts.

Ye Guan chuckled, "As long as you all die, no one will know where you died!"

"What a big tone!" Mu Qingge also came out, and like Wen Bumian, he protected Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong behind him, standing with a sword in hand, "Do you really think you can stop us?"

“Whether we can keep you here, and whether you can leave this city, all depends on your ability.” After saying that, Ye Guan’s expression became stern, and he looked at the expressions of the crowd and shouted coldly, “My Lord! Since you have accepted the deal, then don’t hide!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a stronger floral scent wafted over the street. Jiang Tingwan raised his head slightly, and saw colorful petals of the Dream Rose slowly floating in the sky, and along with them fell the beautiful man with a "beautiful face".

"Mengluo Immortal Lord! The Immortal Lord is coming!"

"Greetings to the Immortal Lord!" After seeing the Dream Demon, the onlookers all showed excited smiles and knelt down devoutly.

The dream demon looked aloof and waved his hand slightly, and people stood up again.

"I want to keep a few guests here tonight. You can go somewhere else and have fun. You don't have to stay here."

A voice like divine sound fell.

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison and left obediently without any doubt.

The crowd slowly dispersed, hugging each other as if nothing had happened, laughing and heading to another street, leaving enough space for everyone.

Jiang Tingwan looked at the dream demon above with a puzzled expression. He really couldn't understand why she insisted on making a deal with Ye Guan even though she knew that the leader of Zizai Sect was among them.

The dream demon above also noticed Jiang Tingwan's gaze, and after looking at her briefly, he avoided her gaze.

"I sincerely invite you all to have a beautiful dream in my Mengluo Flower City."

"Why bother saying so much to them? Let's get started." Ye Guan said as he twisted his neck flexibly, stepped forward with his sword, and rushed straight towards the four people.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dream rose petals around the dream demon seemed to have consciousness and moved towards the four people.

Mu Qingge was about to accept the challenge, but was stopped by Wen Bumian in time. "You can't fight with them. Take your uncle and the others away quickly. I will hold them back."

"Senior..." Mu Qingge was about to say something but was interrupted by Wen Bumian again.

"Zizaimen's target is me. They won't let me stay here, do you understand?" He looked at Mu Qingge seriously, then glanced at Jiang Tingwan behind him, signaling them not to waste time on this matter.

Ye Guan's sword energy arrived instantly. Wen Bumian held the sword and drew a circle in front of him, summoning a barrier that directly suppressed Ye Guan's attack and forced him to retreat. Then his left hand drew another petal attack to block the dream demon's attack.

Mu Qingge took this opportunity to jump up with Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhongzhao behind him and fled towards the outside of the city.

Wen Bumian on the ground attacked the dream demon on the other side with a sword. The dream demon smiled calmly and released several rays of spiritual energy from his hands. The blooming dream loquat flowers on the street felt the call and broke into their petals, circling towards the dream demon, gradually forming a circular flower gate.

Jiang Tingwan and the other two in the air turned around and saw Wen Bumian, who was walking towards them with a sword, being swallowed by the flower gate and disappeared in an instant.

"Wen Bumian!" Jiang Tingwan shouted with concern, but he was powerless to do anything.

Mu Qingge, who was burdened with a heavy responsibility, could only lead the two of them to speed up and pass through the barrier in the air. The passage where the three disappeared opened up a beautiful Mengluo flower door, and finally returned to the deep blue night sky after the three people completely left.

“Damn it!” Ye Guan, who had just escaped from Wen Bumian’s attack, said angrily as he looked at the direction where the three people disappeared. He then asked the dream demon above, “Is this your Mengluo City? You can come in and go out as you like?”

Meng Yao was not displeased by Ye Guan's attitude. Instead, he glanced at him calmly and said, "Protector Ye, wait a moment!"

The dream demon raised her head slightly, and her beautiful eyes looked towards the night sky above her head, as if she was waiting for something.

“What are you looking at?” Ye Guan also raised his head along with him, his expression not much better. But soon after he finished speaking, another Mengluo flower gate opened up somewhere in the night sky.

Three figures came out from the flower gate, and Jiang Tingwan and the other two who had originally escaped returned to their original place.

"How could this be?"