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Wang Yu took Liu Changle and fled from the sect's formation. He held Liu Changle tightly, and his figure was like a ghost, shuttling quickly between the mountains. At this moment, Wang Yu showed amazing strength - the Devil God Stage! Every jump spanned a thousand miles, as if the whole world was shaking under their feet.

Finally, they came to a dense forest at the junction of the mortal world and the demon world. Wang Yu found a hidden cave as a temporary shelter. However, at this moment, Liu Changle, who had been buried deep in Wang Yu's chest, slowly raised his head. His cheeks were covered with crystal tears, and the tear marks on his face made people feel distressed.

He didn't dare to make a sound all the way. He was not a fool. His brother's strength was not that strong. For him to suddenly have the strength of a demon god and be able to escape with him, it must be that he used some extremely dangerous secret method to forcibly increase his magic power.

Liu Changle gently broke free from Wang Yu's arms and was about to ask, but was shocked to see that Wang Yu's cultivation began to decline level by level and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Then, Wang Yu's body lost its support and fell to the ground. Liu Changle was extremely anxious and quickly reached out to support Wang Yu. He took out the cushion from the ring and placed it beside him, carefully letting Wang Yu sit on it.

At this moment, Wang Yu's face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, his breath was weak, as if his life would leave him at any time.

"Brother, what secret method did you use? What should I do? Why do you care about me? It's all my fault."

Liu Changle spoke incoherently, tears falling from her eyes.

Wang Yu put his hand on his cheek and gently wiped away his tears. "Brother, it was only a little bit burned, really just a little bit of soul, and now the result is good, we both escaped, otherwise if we stayed there, our little Changle would suffer!"

Wang Yu said this while forcibly raising his weak arm and scratching Liu Changle's nose. Seeing that Liu Changle still didn't speak, he continued to talk to himself.

"Brother is fine. Luckily, the old monks from Lingxiao Sect didn't chase after me. I burned very little soul. The only side effect is that my cultivation is gone. It's still a good deal. I may have some problems with my memory. Then I'll have to trouble little Changle to take care of my idiot brother."

Liu Changle anxiously searched for the demon elixir in his storage ring like an ant on hot pot, and then fed all the elixir to Wang Yu like pouring water.

Seeing that Wang Yu looked much better, Liu Changle said, "Brother, let's not go back to the Demon Realm." Wang Yu has no cultivation now and is seriously injured. The Demon Tribe respects strength, so he will not have a good ending if he goes back.

"Of course not. The mission is a failure. If we go back, the old man in the Demon Lord will kill us. Let's hide secretly in the mortal world and live a good life. Home is where you are. Our little Changle is the most important."

Wang Yu's eyes flickered as he spoke of his future life, as if the dissipation of his cultivation had no effect on him. When Liu Changle heard his brother's words, tears burst forth like a dam, and rushed into Wang Yu's arms like small cannonballs.

Wang Yu coughed at his action, however, he just hugged him back tenderly, patting his back gently as if he was guarding a precious treasure.

As if performing a magic trick, he took out the soul lamps of the two demons from his storage ring, and then proudly waved them in front of Liu Changle, "Dangdangdang, guess what this is?"

"Soul lamp!"

"I went through so much trouble to steal it. In this way, even if the two of us run away, the Demon Lord won't be able to do anything to us. But we have to keep a low profile in the future."

Liu Changle never dreamed that there would be such an unexpected surprise. He thought that he would flee with his brother in the future, but he would have no regrets even if he lived that kind of life. However, he never expected that his brother had already thought it through and made plans.

"Brother, you are so great. I want to be with you forever and ever."

In the following days, Wang Yu concentrated on recuperating. After he recovered completely, he could no longer practice because his magic veins were broken and the magic energy lost its path of circulation. However, he did not tell Liu Changle about this, fearing that his brother would not be able to bear it.

"Brother, look, look, the mung bean and coconut cake I bought at the market is delicious, come and try it!"

"Okay, okay, let me try it."

"Then brother, you eat first, I'll go cook. Today I have your favorite stir-fried beef."

"Okay, I'll be waiting to enjoy your delicious food."

Turning around, Liu Changle's left hand, which had been hidden all this time, seemed to be telling of endless pain. It was covered with hideous scars, and in his palm, he was still tightly holding the precious magic flower. He had already secretly checked Wang Yu's condition while he was resting. The destruction of his magic veins meant that he could no longer practice. However, his brother never mentioned it. He chose to remain silent, and Liu Changle decided to pretend that he knew nothing.

The Devil Spirit Flower was a herb he had found to repair his demonic veins. The Devil Spirit Flower grew in the deep corners of the demon world and was a mysterious and rare herb. Its petals were a deep purple, as if they contained endless magic power. Each petal was gleaming with a faint light, like the stars in the night sky.

The stem of the Demon Flower is straight and tough, covered with tiny scales, like dragon scales. Its leaves are dark green with distinct veins, just like the veins on the map of the demon world.

Liu Changle ground the petals of the magic flower into powder and added it to Wang Yu's meal. Wang Yu, who had been hiding in the back of the kitchen, had his eyelids twitching. The black powder was particularly conspicuous on the white rice. Changle lied to him that it was powder made from black sesame seeds. He knew that he could not stop Changle, and the magic flower was also good for him.

At night, Liu Changle had fallen asleep, and Wang Yu took out the medicine that he had prepared long ago. He opened the bottle cap carefully, fearing that the slightest sound would wake Liu Changle up. Then, he gently rolled up Liu Changle's sleeves, and began to apply the medicine to Liu Changle, as if he had done it a thousand times.

The days of the two of them went on in such an uneventful manner. Compared with Liu Changle's ordinary and warm life, Zhou Lingxi's life was in chaos.

After Zhou Lingxi found the secret realm and arranged everything, he went secretly to look for Chu Ziyu.

Knock, knock, knock. Zhou Lingxi knocked on the window of Chu Ziyu's room. Before Chu Ziyu responded, he poked his head in first, "Brother, can I come in? Hehe."