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Frowning slightly, Zhu Yan looked up at Zhuo Yichen: "Master Xiao Zhuo is really... more ruthless than his mouth."

Holding the Cloud Light Sword, Zhuo Yichen lowered his eyes and looked at Zhu Yan, his eyes showing no disdain for the demon. "If I hear you talking nonsense again, next time, I'll be even more ruthless than I am now."

"Nonsense?" Zhu Yan's lips curled slightly: "Why do you think so?"

Zhuo Yichen was furious: "To casually slander a woman's reputation, isn't that nonsense?!"

Zhu Yan smiled and shook his head: "You humans value reputation more than your life, but we demons are much simpler and more honest. Reputation is not something you can eat. If you like someone, you should express it boldly. If I don't tell you, how would you know that Ah Zhi is me... Ugh!"

Without warning, the Cloud Light Sword was drawn out, and the blood spurting out of his chest was quite terrifying. Zhu Yan's brows knitted together, and his unfinished words turned into a cry of pain. He covered his chest with one hand and whispered in a trembling voice: "It seems that Master Xiao Zhuo's hands are not only more ruthless than his mouth, but also faster than his mouth."

Zhuo Yichen looked at him provocatively with a cold face, his voice even colder than his expression: "It seems that you still haven't suffered enough pain, otherwise you would not have forgotten my words in your heart."

"In my life I only listen to what I like to hear."

The painful expression on Zhu Yan's face disappeared. He raised his head, and his dark pupils that had seen the passage of time met Zhuo Yichen's eyes as cold as ice. The oppressive feeling of the great demon made Zhuo Yichen tense and alert!

However, he did not retreat. Instead, he confronted Zhu Yan without fear of danger.

Zhu Yan suddenly smiled calmly, "Master Xiao Zhuo is so nervous, is it because Ah Zhi is currently in the Monster Hunting Division?"

The tense and dangerous atmosphere was completely dispelled by the faint smile on Zhu Yan's lips. Zhuo Yichen sheathed the Cloud Light Sword and retorted, "Aren't you afraid that if we fight here, we'll attract Nanzhi's attention and your identity as a monster will be exposed to her?"

"Oh? It seems that Ah Zhi is indeed in the Monster Hunting Bureau right now."

"you……!"

Unable to argue with Zhu Yan, Zhuo Yichen's handsome face became even colder.

"I won't let Nanzhi get involved in any danger." Finally, his voice was firm, showing his bottom line to Zhu Yan.

The hand covering his chest slowly released, and the wound that was originally bleeding had been healed by the magic. Zhu Yan's momentum was no less than Zhuo Yichen's: "This is also my bottom line."

Like a punch on cotton, Zhuo Yichen flicked his sleeves and left the dungeon!

Zhu Yan placed his hands on his knees and closed his eyes, but he was wondering why Nanzhi would run to the Demon Hunting Bureau to ask for help from Zhuo Yichen after he left a note.

……

In the hall of the Demon Hunting Bureau, Nanzhi put down his pen.

The man in the painting had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was handsome and extraordinary. His face was cold and arrogant, but it was difficult to hide the tenderness in his eyes. Nanzhi handed the painting to Zhuo Yichen who had returned.

Looking at the lifelike Zhu Yan in the painting, Zhuo Yichen tightened his grip on the painting.

Noticing his little movement, Nanzhi asked, "What's wrong? Do you know Zhao Yuanzhou?"

"I don't know him." He loosened his grip. Zhuo Yichen's ears turned red because he couldn't lie. He tried his best to act normal and comfort Nanzhi: "Go back and wait for news. I will find him in the next few days."

He is still unclear about Zhu Yan's purpose. Before finding out his ultimate goal, he will never let Zhu Yan contact Nanzhi again!

With Zhuo Yichen's help, they would definitely be able to find Zhao Yuanzhou. Nanzhi breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him: "In that case, thank you very much."

Seeing Nanzhi thanking Zhu Yan for her, Zhuo Yichen felt bitter: "There's no need for thanks between you and me."

When preparing to leave, Nanzhi noticed Zhuo Yichen's red ears and asked him curiously, "Xiao Zhuo, why are your ears so red?"

Taking a step back, Zhuo Yichen frantically turned his eyes away from Nanzhi and made up an excuse: "I... was blown by the cold wind!"

Nanzhi believed it: "The weather is indeed cold these days. You are busy with official duties, so you must take care of yourself."

Zhuo Yichen nodded, his heart beating wildly. He was not a person who could lie, let alone lie to Nanzhi.

Before leaving the Demon Hunting Bureau, Nanzhi cooked a bowl of ginger soup for Zhuo Yichen, saying that she was worried that he would catch a cold after being exposed to the cold wind.

Sitting by the railing in the room, looking out the window at the lush greenery of the mountains, rocks and flowing water, the room was decorated in a low-key and elegant style. Zhuo Yichen sat at a low table, looking at a bowl of ginger soup on the table, the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

Nanzhi always cares about him.

It is also this care that allows him to keep a sense of warmth and no longer be afraid when he is alone in the cold, lonely and unbearable night.

……

It was almost dusk when we left the Demon Hunting Bureau.

Nanzhi walked on the road, surrounded by vendors who were packing up their stalls and preparing to go home.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked at the woman in purple wearing a veil standing in front of her.

The woman was wearing a light and elegant purple dress, with a simple hairpin on her complicated bun, and an exquisite butterfly hairpin was the most eye-catching.

"Do you want to know where Zhao Yuanzhou is?" the woman asked leisurely, her eyes full of danger hidden behind her charm.

Nanzhi's hands suddenly clenched: "You know?"

Her beautiful face was furrowed with brows, and she was obviously worried about Zhao Yuanzhou's safety.

"Follow me." Ao Yin turned and walked towards an alley.

Nanzhi followed the purple-clothed woman with a handful of Huanling Powder mixed with a drug in her hand. The Huanling Powder was given to her by Zhuo Yichen, and the drug was bought from a pharmacy. This was her usual way of self-defense.

The knockout drug is for humans, and the Huanling Powder is for monsters. Mixing the two together is the safest way to deal with situations where you can't tell whether the other person is a human or a monster.

The sun has completely set.

Walking in the deserted alley, Ao Yin in front stopped, his hands in his sleeves turned into claws, and he suddenly turned around to attack Nanzhi!

As she turned around and raised her clawed hand, she was suddenly showered with powder in front of her.

The powder entered her nose and her body felt dizzy. Ao Yin couldn't control her body and fell to the ground, her arms barely supporting her on the ground. She looked up at the woman who was covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

"you……"

Ao Yin indeed underestimated her enemy. She didn't expect that such an ordinary human woman would be so cautious and vigilant.

Waiting for the drug and the spirit powder in the air to dissipate, Nanzhi put down her handkerchief, walked up to Ao Yin, and asked her, "Tell me, where is Zhao Yuanzhou? What is the grudge between you and him?!"

Ao Yin sneered and replied with difficulty: "Which one do you want to know?"

"Where is Zhao Yuanzhou?" Nanzhi was of course more concerned about Zhao Yuanzhou's safety than the grudge between the two.

Looking up at the beautiful woman in front of him, Ao Yin mocked her: "Why are you so anxious? Is Zhao Yuanzhou your sweetheart?"

Nanzhi scolded, "Don't use your mind to speculate about us. There are more emotions in this world than just the kind you describe that can make people anxious and worried about each other!"

Ao Yin closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Nanzhi frowned and was about to ask questions when a handkerchief suddenly appeared and covered her mouth and nose. She quickly rolled to the side to avoid it, but was immediately gently pressed on the shoulder by a slender, soft, nail polish-stained hand.

Unlike the softness shown by the hand, the hand was very strong. Nanzhi was completely unable to break free. He could only cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and was held tightly in the woman's arms.

She struggled to break free from the cage-like arms, but the drugs on the handkerchief made her struggle weaker and weaker. Her eyelids became heavy uncontrollably, and she finally fell limp in the woman's arms.