NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Yan Liang sighed deeply, looked up at Ji Ke: "Did you get enough sleep in the afternoon?"

Ji Ke nodded reluctantly, and sure enough, Yan Liang said, "Go save someone at night."

"...Okay." Needless to ask, he knew that Yan Liang spared no effort to save Fu Xuanliang again and again, all for the sake of Ji Ke's reputation, he didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

"Little uncle, I'm hungry, I've already told Xiao Er to prepare dinner, why don't you go after dinner?"

Yan Liang glanced at him indifferently, nodded: "Don't worry, let the people from the Fu family search first."

After dinner, Yan Liang packed up some magical artifacts and brought them with him. Ever since Ji Ke woke up, he didn't know how the opponent's cultivation had recovered, and it was still a question of whether he could fight normally in this state of soul disorder that was close to amnesia... …

If it was Ji Ke on weekdays, he wouldn't worry at all.

Ji Ke seemed to see Yan Liang's concerns: "Little uncle is afraid that I will hinder you?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to use your body smoothly, and you won't be able to use your strength."

"It's very easy," Ji Ke pouted, "I'm afraid this is my own body, don't worry little uncle."

Yan Liang smiled noncommittally, and the two set off in the dark.

The Fu family came out in full force, and the inn was suddenly empty. The two went out of the town and went to the suburbs. The moonlight was cold, and the roads in all directions were blocked by the rocks washed away by the mountain torrents. The carriage could not move forward. , the sinking water wrapped in cloth strips remained motionless, Ji Ke walked ahead and stretched out his hand towards Yan Liang.

"Little uncle, I will hold you."

Yan Liang hesitated for a moment, then handed him his hand. Surrounded by the spirit traces left by the Fu family who were afraid of being separated, they followed the traces and walked hard through the mountains and forests.

The deeper you go, the thicker the miasma, and the more humid and cold the air is. Ji Ke took off his outer robe and put it on Yan Liang, very naturally.

Yan Liang didn't say anything, and let him take care of her.

"The geomantic omen of this magnetic field is very strange."

Yan Liang nodded: "The place covered by the hanging net array looks the same on the surface, but in fact the yin and yang are reversed and out of balance, so the monks cannot use their spiritual power normally."

"This young master Fu Xuanliang really has a hard life. Either he was arrested by me or he was arrested because of me. It's better for him not to go out in the future."

Yan Liang laughed: "This is his fate, on this point, I am the same."

Promoting the plot to make the protagonist, this is the fate of cannon fodder passers-by. Even though he and the protagonist have been through life and death several times, Yan Liang is still very self-aware of his character design. Thinking that this little nephew is not a person from this world, he said frankly with emotion exit.

Narrow eyes blinked: "What do you mean by this little uncle?"

After shaking his head, Yan Liang smiled: "It's nothing, what I mean is, except for Ji Ke, people like me and Fu Xuanliang are not important."

Ji Ke frowned, and said nothing, there was a cold and gloomy atmosphere all over his body, he got angry, and the hand that was holding Yan Liang became tighter and tighter, making Yan Liang painful.

"Liang'er, you..." Such an explicit and violent reaction was unexpected by Yan Liang.

Ji Ke's voice became cold: "Little uncle, don't belittle yourself any more."

Following the traces of the Fu family's search into the depths of the mountain forest, layers of leaves and miasma covered the moonlight, Yan Liang took out a pill the size of a thumb from his skirt, snapped his fingers, the pill ignited spontaneously, and instantly became a A ghost lantern floating in mid-air, the faint light reflects a small world.

"Little uncle is really..."

"There are all kinds of weird things, don't they?" Yan Liang smiled, as a passer-by and author, he still has professionalism, although the situation keeps collapsing and the plot direction is very confusing...

There was a ghost fire lamp, and the light was lit up. Yan Liang wanted to pull his hand away from Ji Ke, but the other party refused to let go: "I have said that the feng shui here is strange, if I get lost, where can I find me?"

Yan Liang smiled wryly: "I really can't do anything about you."

"In case of bumping into the Fu family, you and I are husband and wife now, so it's not easy to attract suspicion by holding hands." Ji Ke's tone was calm and well-founded.

"Yes, you are right."

So Yan Liang was willing to be led away by him, and the other's body temperature came through the palm of his hand, and he felt that the winter night was not so cold.

After walking for a while, the surroundings were extremely quiet, even the sound of the wind was still, and the spirit traces around him suddenly disappeared. Yan Liang simply took off his veil and frowned: "Liang'er, don't leave yet."

Ji Ke looked around calmly, and smiled indifferently: "I have a feeling that someone took advantage of Fu Xuanliang's disappearance to lure us here."

Before he could finish his sentence, the dark night gradually melted away like ink. One drop, two drops, dappled and dazzling light and shadow seeped in, and the surroundings quickly lit up like the dawn, hurting people's eyes. In a blink of an eye, the miasma-filled mountain forest disappeared. , a brightly lit long street suddenly appeared in front of him, and Ji Ke and Yan Liang were stunned.

The light is like day, the lamp is like rain, the streamer is gentle, and the laughter is sweet.A slightly intoxicating fragrance floats in the air

Powdery.

After a moment of astonishment, Yan Liang came back to his senses, the lights from the large and small panes reflected on his face, outlining his handsome features, he said lightly: "It's strange, it's actually a ghost kiln. "

Ji Ke looked at his side face, froze for a moment, and then said: "Little uncle, what should we do now?"

"What do you think?"

"It's all here, so it's natural to see what tricks the other party is playing."

Yan Liang nodded, and they thought of a place to go: "It's almost the same, Young Master Fu is locked up here."

The so-called ghost kiln, as the name suggests, is a kiln in the underworld. The goods sold in the ghost kiln, in order to satisfy all kinds of tastes, range from living souls to ghost corpses. Of course, there are also living people. .

It was set in the original book that An Zhiyu once sold Ji Ke to a ghost kiln, which was one of the greatest shames of the hero's life...

Yan Liang secretly glanced at Ji Ke, seeing that his expression did not change, he felt relieved, and also, the person in front of him was Liang'er, not Ji Ke.

The two of them came to find people rather than smash the scene, so they hid their yang energy in a very low-key manner, mixed among the ghosts and monsters who came to have fun, and entered the fireworks alley called Fumeng.

But even so, the ghosts and ghosts who passed by them all looked back frequently, and Yan Liang wondered, could it be that his yang energy was not exhausted, and he was seen as a living person?But judging by the appearance of these ghosts without fear, it shouldn't be...

Ji Ke saw through his thoughts, lowered her voice and whispered in his ear: "Little uncle, it's not that they see that we are not the same kind, but that you are so good-looking."

"... I'm really sorry for growing up like this." Yan Liang only thought he was joking, and replied unceremoniously, the air was lingering with a demonic fragrance, they still held hands with each other, the hot temperature spread from the fingers to the heart, Something seemed to break through the ground and take root.

The owner of this floating dream is quite elegant, with small bridges and flowing wooden fences. Behind the fences are coquettish and colorful "commodities". Behind the dim lights and shadows are clusters of Duanyang flowers in full bloom. After the barrier, the lively color and fragrance were turned into red waves.

This ghost kiln is absurd and dissolute, there are many guest officials sticking their heads behind the screen, watching other people's work with great interest, and what's even more strange is that the people being watched are getting more and more energetic, and their calls are louder and louder than waves. Mixed in the noisy voices, the perception is hard to describe...

Ji Ke glanced at the flowers, frowned slightly thoughtfully, Yan Liangcibai's face was already burning red at this moment, and inadvertently looked at Ji Ke in the blink of an eye, a heart fluttered in his chest Jump.

He knew that the ghost kiln was absurd before, but he didn't expect it to be so absurd...

Ji Ke smiled, secretly glanced at Yan Liang, who was blushing, and pretended to be ignorant of the world: "Little uncle, why are they working so hard?"

"..." Yan Liang knew that he was asking the question out of the blue, and said in a low voice, "Food and sex, and you will know about it in the future."

"Little uncle knows?"

"No."

Ji Ke saw how cute he was at a loss but pretending to be calm, but couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so he changed the subject and said: "Young Master Fu has fallen to this point, I'm afraid his innocence will be lost."

"That's... not necessarily."

While speaking, there was a sudden crackling sound beside him, Yan Liang and Ji Ke stopped at the same time, and took a breath of air-conditioning momentarily with a sideways look, a screen fell down, and the lively and fragrant scenery behind the screen could be seen at a glance.

I saw a slender and well-dressed swordsman holding down a fair-skinned young man with no clothes on, bending the branches of the Duanyang flower that was in full bloom, and the blood-red petals rustled down, covering the fair and red skin. The young man let out low moans intermittently, his lips were slightly parted and his hands were hanging down weakly, as if he had lost his mind due to being addicted to it...

The impact of the picture was so strong that Yan Liang even forgot to breathe. When he came back to his senses, his first reaction was to raise his hand to cover Ji Ke's eyes...

"You...don't look..."

Ji Ke's skin was as hot as a fire, he didn't let go, he didn't continue, he also became hot.

At this moment, the sound of piercing the sky came, and Ji Ke wrapped his arms around Yan Liang's waist in a flash, and gently and skillfully pulled him to the side, avoiding the sharp flower branches that were flying towards him.

Yan Liang was still in shock for a while, and leaned against Ji Ke's arms panting, the other's body temperature came through the thin fabric, and what was even more frightening was that because it was attached to everything, he could clearly feel the hot and swelling existence between the other's legs.

"..."

The swordsman drowned in the cloud and rain turned his head and scolded impatiently: "Look again, I dug out your dog's eyes."

Yan Liang blushed unreasonably, and came back to his senses in a trance: "Sorry."

As he spoke, he pulled Ji Ke's wrist and turned to leave. Who would have thought that the swordsman caught sight of Yan Liang's beauty, and immediately changed his tone and laughed: "Young master, if you want, I can serve you *immortal* Want to die."

"..."

"Would you like to think about it..." Before the swordsman finished his unbearable words, he felt a burning pain in his throat, as if someone had stuck a soldering iron into his mouth, and for a moment, he vomited a big mouthful of hot black blood...