Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

"Don't be afraid, I will take you away."

The cold voice was mixed with the coolness of the wind, but it was also a bit tender. Qi Nian covered her eyes with one hand and held her waist with the other hand as he fell straight into the abyss.

White and white are intertwined, and the hair is entangled together, just like a crane on a lonely mountain running towards freedom.

The white light became brighter. At the last moment, Wen Ling looked at a group of people on the ground on his left with blood-red eyes. He was startled, but then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and the two came to a pure white space. There was no sky or ground, and it was white in all directions.

Wen Ling emerged from Qinian's arms and looked at him with a complicated expression.

Qi Nian subconsciously avoided her sight.

"Why don't you dare to look at me?"

Qi Nian was kneeling on the pure white ground, his snow-white clothes matching the surroundings perfectly.

Qinian said nothing, but his drooping eyelashes trembled restlessly.

Wen Ling felt a pang of pain in her heart, as if she realized something. The shackles on the little Taoist priest were really suppressing his true self too deeply.

Maybe he doesn't know himself either, and has never really known himself.

Wen Ling held the person in his arms. Although he knew that this answer would be like drinking poison to quench his thirst at the moment, he didn't want to add another layer of heaviness to his heart before the final moment of destruction came.

"Those people are not real. They are all blood-red beads, just like in the first level of illusion."

Sensing the person in his arms stiffen for a moment, Wen Ling reached out and smoothed his hair.

"I saw it at the last moment."

So you haven't betrayed the teachings of Jiangming Mountain.

"And I will never be disappointed in you, not at any time, not under any circumstances."

The last sentence seemed to break a seal. Qi Nian's heart trembled violently, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

It's like a child who has been helpless for a very long time, helpless to the point of despair, who can only hug himself tightly and sink into his own abyss, with nowhere to go and no way to go. But one day he suddenly finds that maybe there is a place that can take him in.

Accept all his shortcomings.

For the first time, Qi Nian hugged Wen Ling tightly back, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

The force so tight that it hurt made Wen Ling's heart tremble. She couldn't save him. Only he himself could save him. She could only stay with him.

But the heaviest blow would probably be dealt to him by her.

He mixed with the demon tribe and was not tolerated by Jiangming Mountain.

Wen Ling was still feeling a little weak, so Qi Nian helped her up and then looked around the pure white space.

The white color suddenly changed, the sky was full of red, and screams were heard everywhere.

The environment around the two of them seemed to have turned into an ancient battlefield.

"Dream City?"

Wen Ling turned her head and looked at the three words on the sign on the city wall.

It was Mengli City but definitely not the current one. The buildings around were dilapidated and the sound of fighting in her ears brought Wen Ling back to his senses.

"court death."

With a very cold sound, a woman suddenly appeared before his eyes. She had long white hair and golden eyes that looked very beautiful.

The woman waved her finger lightly, and a group of soldiers were killed or wounded on the ground. The splattered blood passed through the two of them and splashed straight onto the ground.

"Is this the ancient great demon Nightmare Demon?"

Wen Ling looked at the woman before her, brimming with demonic power. It was she who had led them into this illusion. She had seen demons in the demon encyclopedia, but even ancient demons couldn't live this long.

At this time, the so-called Jiangming Mountain Sect had not yet been born, and if there were demons causing trouble, someone would stand up.

General Sheng Zimo of the capital's General's Mansion seeks out talented and righteous men to learn the art of catching monsters. He gathers the skills of hundreds of schools in order to bring peace to the people.

When he finished his studies, he obeyed the emperor's order and was ordered to come to Mengli City to defend the city.

Sheng Zimo's arrival brought new vitality to Mengli City.

Wen Ling held Qinian's arm, and the two of them watched other people's stories in a cursory manner.

The two watched as Sheng Zimo gathered talented people, worked tirelessly to study the monster-catching formation, and was friendly to his subordinates and personally took care of everything.

Wen Ling couldn't help but sigh, "Sheng Zimo truly has a heart dedicated to his country and his people."

Seeing the admiration in her eyes, Qi Nian lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts.

After clearing out the rebellious demons around Mengli City, there was peace for several days. Sheng Zimo was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and go to the street to see how the people were living.

No matter how difficult the situation is, life must go on.

Life gradually returned to normal, and people had long-lost smiles on their faces. When they saw Sheng Zimo appear on the street, they greeted him enthusiastically.

The two watched Sheng Zimo meet the nightmare demon on this bustling street.

The Nightmare Demon originally heard that a capable young general had come to the city and became interested in taking a look. However, she did not expect that some ignorant people in the city mistook her for an ordinary girl and tried to tease her.

Wen Ling watched as the demonic power in the Nightmare Demon's hands condensed, but before he could send the thugs in front of him to hell, Sheng Zimo taught them a lesson first.

"The demon race is now strong, and the human race is already having a hard time. Instead of contributing to the survival of the human race, you are doing such a shameful thing to your own compatriots."

The nightmare demon raised his eyebrows at the man in front of him. The man was dressed in a black robe, with solemn eyes and a righteous look.

"Is there anything wrong, girl?"

After teaching a few people a lesson, Sheng Zimo's brows softened and he looked at the girl in front of him and asked softly.

Wen Ling's eyes were filled with interest. This was the beginning of love.

"Don't be afraid, young lady. The man in front of you is General Sheng."

Seeing that the girl didn't say anything, the deputy general took the initiative to introduce his own general to the girl, and the pride in his tone could not be concealed.

The Nightmare Demon raised his eyebrows and looked at Sheng Zimo with growing interest.

"My name is Sheng Zimo. Where does the girl live? I will send someone to take her back."

The two watched as the nightmare demon fabricated his own life story and told Sheng Zimo that his name was Yan Meng and he was homeless.

Sheng Zimo felt sorry for the man and brought him back to his house.

The scene changed again, and the two came to the City Lord's Mansion.

Watching Sheng Zimo and Yan Meng becoming more and more familiar with each other, adding clothes in cold weather and drinking tea at night, they gradually fell in love with each other as they spent time together day and night.

The scene changed again, outside the city gate, Sheng Zimo got off his high horse and for the first time crossed the line and held Yan Meng's hand.

"Wait for me. I will marry you when I return from reporting to the capital."

Yan Meng nodded, but she had no intention of really waiting for him in Menglu City.

She came to the capital secretly.

The emperor held a banquet to entertain Sheng Zimo, a meritorious official.

In fact, he was just destroying the bridge after crossing it. Sheng Zimo's reputation among the people was too high now. Compared with him, the emperor was not like the supreme ruler. Only Sheng Zimo was a god in their eyes.

In order to resist the demon clan, Sheng Zimo compiled the demon-catching skills he had learned into a book, taught it to others without hesitation, and trained a group of capable people who could fight in the front line.

However, he did not expect that a large number of capable people among them were bribed by the emperor with high positions and generous salaries.

Summoning Sheng Zimo back to Beijing this time is like a Hongmen Banquet, where he is being discarded after his usefulness has been exhausted.