Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

After an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually darkened. Wen Ling looked up and surveyed his surroundings, a sense of vigilance rising in his heart.

The sound of the falling rain stopped instantly, and the blood moon appeared again in the sky. The wet corpses on the ground squirmed, then stood up and opened their eyes, all of which were scarlet.

The faces stared at them strangely.

Taichu and Yuzhi attacked them again. This time, however, it wasn't so easy to kill. After one round, Wen Ling was breathless as she looked at the monsters in front of her, their limbs broken and bleeding, still charging towards them. She felt like vomiting.

"Little Taoist priest, if you keep going like this, we'll both die here."

There is always a way out of an illusion. Perhaps the person who created this illusion is far more powerful than them. The two of them just couldn't find a way out after a lot of research.

It's like fish on the chopping board, which can be kneaded and flattened by anyone.

Qinian's white clothes were now completely unrecognizable, and it looked like he was wearing a red dress.

Wen Ling looked up at the sky, and seeing the blood moon, her thoughts turned back to her.

"Little Taoist, don't you think that the blood moon isn't that far away from us?"

Blood was splattering everywhere. It was unknown how many rounds of killing had taken place. Qi Nian pulled Wen Ling's wrist and retreated. The hair that was tied softly behind his head was now disheveled. He took a deep breath and then looked up at the moon.

"Maybe it's the exit or maybe it's another level of another illusion."

Wen Ling looked at the dense red beads in front of her, turned her head and reached out to tuck the messy hair on Qinian's face behind his ears.

"It can't get any worse than it is now."

Wen Ling was in a very relaxed state, looking at him with a faint smile on her face, and a question flashed in Qinian's eyes.

"Aren't you afraid?"

In their current situation, they are very likely to die in the illusion.

"With you here, I have nothing to fear."

The eyes full of trust made Qi Nian startled, and then his expression faded a little.

"Under the current circumstances, I'm not sure I can get you out of this situation unscathed."

Wen Ling, however, smiled brightly and took his arm. "Just do your best. If you really die here, it's fate. Besides, having you by my side isn't a loss at all."

The first sentence was fine, but the second sentence, which was slightly profound, made Qinian's eyes darken for a moment.

The surroundings were brightly lit with red light. Taichu led the way, and Qinian pulled Wen Ling towards the tallest building in the city, which was the place closest to the blood moon.

Looking at the increasingly violent blood-red beads, Wen Ling curled her lips, "It seems we found the right one."

Standing on the tallest building, looking at the red moon that was almost within reach, without waiting for Wen Ling to reach out.

Dense blood-red beads blocked the moon, and the limbs that were originally cut off by the magic weapon grew back instantly and rushed towards the two of them frantically.

Qi Nian pulled Wen Ling behind him, clenched Taichu's sharp sword energy and rushed towards the blood-red bead.

However, the deterrent effect is far less than before.

Wen Ling frowned, "They've become stronger."

Wen Ling came to Qinian's side in an instant. He had just used too many spells, and although he didn't show it, Wen Ling could feel that he was beginning to lose strength.

There was a flash of hesitation in her eyes as she looked at the dense red beads that formed a high wall in front of her. If she used her magic power now, she could break them open.

However, her identity was exposed.

Holding his arm, Wen Ling moved her fingers slightly. She intended to knock Qi Nian out first, but she didn't expect that Qi Nian was faster than her.

The primordial white light was so bright that it almost condensed all that Qinian could mobilize at the moment. When the red wall was broken, Qinian grabbed Wen Ling's arm and threw him towards the sky.

Wen Ling's heart trembled. The little Taoist priest with flying hair exuded a faint chill, and his voice was decisive.

"You go out first."

The blood moon was indeed a connecting medium. When Wen Ling's body touched the blood moon, he sensed another world.

Wen Ling steadied himself and looked at the young Taoist priest standing below with a sword in his hand. He took out the good things he had accumulated in the demon world over the years from his space ring, threw the binding silk towards the blood moon, and turned back towards the young Taoist priest.

He used the jade branch in his hand to clear the way, and when the blood wall formed again, he put his arm around Qinian's waist. The binding silk contracted according to the master's will and carried the two of them straight towards the blood moon. In an instant, a red light became brighter, and when he opened his eyes again, he had found a different world.

It was obvious that Qinian was already exhausted. With Wen Ling holding his waist and leaning against her, he looked a little weak.

Realizing that the distance between them had exceeded the limit, Qinian hurriedly tried to get up, but was yanked back by Wen Ling with malicious intent.

Qinian, who had no defenses against her, fell into Wen Ling's arms again.

"Miss A Ling?"

Qi Nian propped himself up to create some distance between them, but Wen Ling, against his will, pulled his arm, freeing him from support, and then quickly pulled him into her arms.

"Chat?"

Qi Nian frowned. The fragrance of peach blossoms in his nose made him feel uncomfortable. He struggled but couldn't break free. After Taichu's last sword strike, he had no strength left.

The young man in his arms was in a really miserable state at this moment, and the bloodstains on his robe had also stained Wen Ling's clothes.

But despite his dishevel, he was still very handsome, like a little fairy as noble as white jade.

"What do you want to talk about? Miss A Ling, let me go first."

"No, little Taoist priest, do you know that you scared me to death just now? Who told you to act like a hero like this?"

The resentful and dissatisfied voice of the little girl startled Qinian, and he looked up to meet a pair of red, watery peach blossom eyes.

The whole person froze.

"You, want to cry?"

Wen Ling almost lost her composure when she asked this question.

Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, tears welled up in her eyes, and Wen Ling hugged Qi Nian tightly, crying on his shoulder.

"You can't make decisions without consulting me from now on. Do you understand?"

Her voice was filled with sobs and grievances, but her hands were taking advantage of him fiercely.

Wen Ling felt that the young Taoist priest was very serious, and if she was also serious, then she would not be able to complete this task.

The crying sound beside his ears made Qinian feel at a loss, and he didn't know where to put his arms for a moment.

The aggrieved and delicate voice sounded again in my ears.

"I'm in this state, and you can't even give me a hug to comfort me."

Qi Nian pursed his lips, feeling the tears on his neck. The two of them were already crossing the line with their current behavior.

His eyes dropped, and after a moment of struggle, he placed his hands on her back.

Wen Ling smiled secretly, innocent and soft-hearted.

She didn't know how much the little Taoist felt for her now. Thinking about that damn first stage mission, Wen Ling hugged his arms tightly.

Qi Nian only felt the delicate body pressing closer to him, and the soft touch made him lower his eyes slightly, looking a little dazed.

On the other side, the woman watching this scene in the Mengli City Lord's Mansion narrowed her eyes.

It's quite interesting.

The two were very sure that this was another level of illusion. This world was very peaceful, with grass and flowers everywhere. Wen Ling took them to find a wooden house. The two of them got some water to clean themselves and then changed into clean clothes.

When she was in the demon tribe, her clothes were always colorful. Now, seeing the fairies who like to wear white clothes, she also likes to wear white clothes to dress herself up in the same fairy-like look.