Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

Lan Liang looked a little dazed, as if someone called him that a long time ago.The man who turned into a snake held Lan Liang's hand with both hands, like a lost treasure: "Little son, I've been away for so long, it's time to go home."

"go home?"

"Can I stop staying in the Guiyi family?" Lan Liang's eyes were still blurred, he couldn't see clearly, and asked with some expectation.

"Yes." The man affirmed, "Lang Cheng brought the young son home."

"Who is Lang Cheng?"

The other party was silent for a moment, "He is the one who brought you home."

Lan Liang broke away from the opponent's hand, frowned and said, "Master will take me home."

"Hey." The man sneered, as if he heard some terrible joke: "How could he bring you home, how could he bring you home after destroying your home!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Langcheng felt his throat tighten, and he wanted to speak but couldn't utter a word. Yin Ning came from the door against the light, and the shadow covered his upper body. Mo Langcheng couldn't see his expression clearly, he just felt He was full of hostility, and he was sweating profusely.

Because of being strangled by the throat, Mo Langcheng could only stare at Yin Ning with wide eyes, with hatred bursting out in his eyes.

Lan Liang's drunkenness was also awakened by Yin Ning's aura. He looked at the majestic Yin Ning in a daze, not quite the same as the usual master.

Turning his head to look at Mo Langcheng who was close at hand, Lan Liang stood up silently and moved away.There was a fine silver light shining between the sleeves, Lan Liang stood there, keeping a subtle distance from Mo Langcheng and Yin Ning.

Lan Liang didn't look at any of them, the feeling of alienation was like an invisible barrier separating Yin Ning and Lan Liang by a long distance.He couldn't bear to think about the images that kept flashing in his mind, and the fine sweat on his forehead still couldn't hide his emotions.

"Zi Que." Yin Ning was distracted to look at Lan Liang. Seeing that something was wrong with him, he strode forward to check, only to see the little apprentice who usually wanted to stick to him took a few steps back, exuding a conflicted look all over his body. mood.

Yin Ning froze suddenly, his eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at Lan Liang.

"You believed him?"

Lan Liang just looked at him but didn't answer. The dagger hidden in his sleeve sank a little more. Yin Ning, who was a martial arts practitioner, didn't know Lan Liang's actions.Seeing Lan Liang's obvious act of distrust, Yin Ning's heart suddenly sank a little, accompanied by a dull pain.

Mo Lang realized that there was obviously a estrangement between them, so he stopped entanglement, rolled his eyes, and took advantage of Yin Ning's distraction, transformed into a snake and slipped out through the crack of the door.

Both of them noticed Mo Langcheng but didn't stop them and let them run away.

"The thing in your sleeve, is it for me or him?" Yin Ning stared at Lan Liang for a moment, and asked, "Answer me."

"Zi Que."

"My name is not Zique." Lan Liang deliberately avoided the last sentence, and asked instead, "Is what he said true?"

In fact, Mo Langcheng's words are not all false, after all, part of the responsibility lies with him, Yin Ning lowered his eyes and thought about how to answer.

This scene fell into Lan Liang's eyes as acquiescing. Lan Liang pointed his dagger at him, and pictures kept flashing in his mind, two completely different pictures intertwined.

In the end, Yin Ning stabbed the sword into Lan Feng's body, with a raging smile on the corner of his mouth, blood-red eyes stepping on the corpse, like a Shura ghost from hell.

"For someone you've never met before, you don't even want me to name you?" Yin Ning looked at Lan Liang in astonishment.

"It's none of that person's business."

Lan Liang is still wary of Yin Ning at this moment, "I just remembered, I saw you kill my father with my own eyes."

"You also fed me the elixir that seals the memory."

"No, I trust Master."

Lan Liang's mouth was wrong, and he couldn't control his actions, as if someone was deliberately manipulating him.

"Ever since you brought me by your side, you've wanted to keep me trapped." Lan Liang affirmed, "It's not just to prevent me from taking revenge, to show how good you are to me, and let me remember that you have raised me for so many years." For the sake of being reluctant to attack you?"

"I didn't think so!"

Every time Lan Liang said something, Yin Ning's heart sank a little with dull pain.

"Is this what you have in mind?"

Lan Liang was firm: "That's right!"

"That's not it! I'm so angry, I'm really angry!"

Yin Ning suppressed the unclear emotion in his eyes: "Then what are you going to do now?"

"Let me go." Lan Liang: "I don't want to waste time."

"No." Yin Ning resolutely refused: "It's dangerous outside, I'm here to protect you..."

Lan Liang put the blade across his neck: "If you believe it or not, I'll show you to death."

"Zi Que doesn't want to die!"

Worry flashed across Yin Ning's eyes, he endured the turbulent emotions, clenched his right fist tightly, as if he had made up his mind and then let go, the bulge in his throat rolled up and down, and he struggled to utter a word.

"it is good."

Yin Ning turned his head away from looking at him, his side face disappeared into the shadows, his voice was not as uncontrollable as before, and became indifferent: "If you want to go, go quickly, if I regret it, you can't go."

Lan Liang tried to break free from the shackles and regain control of his body, but to no avail.

A voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

Look, this is your good master. If you really don't want to let you go, how can you let you go? It's just a fake.

Lan Liang: "..."

After a short period of dizziness, Lan Liang didn't know when he could control his body. He didn't look at Yin Ning, but just stared at the dagger in his hand without saying a word, and gradually let go of his hand and let it fall to the ground.

The dagger made a few muffled bangs and then stopped.

Lan Liang turned around and opened the door, took the first step and started to run. This is not the family of Gui Yi, there is no cloud-shrouded and high-rise mountain peak, just running along the road down the mountain.

inside the house.

Yin Ning picked up the dagger, threw it in the air and spun it around a few times to catch it, the cold blade shining with silver light reflected in his eyes, there was a coldness inside, and then a helpless emotion flashed across.

His eyes flicked to the corner of the side and then closed. If there were not people on both sides watching, his little apprentice would be in danger.

Yin Ning tore off the belt and threw it aside casually, the collar of the clothes was wide open, revealing half of the chest, the hair tie was also torn off by him and thrown on the ground, half lying on the bed, holding the water bottle given to Lan Liang just now, facing himself mouth, and drank it up.

He obviously just drank water, but he drank shochu with the air, as if he had broken away from the worldly rules, but he did something that made blood boil in such an indecent posture.

The wind outside was whistling, making the windows rattle, the wind poured in through the gaps, and the bed curtains danced and fell with the wind, making the people on the bed appear hazy and evil.

The person hiding in the dark swallowed a few times, the beauty trick of the lord is so good.

Hearing the movement, Yin Ning tore off a section of the bed curtain as a veil, turned his back to the outside, and the footsteps were getting closer.

A flattering voice came from outside: "Master, the beauty captured earlier is waiting on the bed to serve you."

"Yeah." The so-called master pretended to be reserved: "Let's go.

After the person left, he showed a smile: "Beauty, have you been waiting so hard?"

The person covered by the bed curtain showed an arm, and without saying a word, he just stretched out his finger and hooked it, leading the person's attention to it.

Lan Liang was robbed halfway through his run, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be Hu Ke. He changed his usual crying personality, calmly supported Lan Liang, smiled at him, and then returned to his expressionless face.

"cousin?"

Hu Ke's eyes lit up, and he looked at him expectantly. Maybe it was blood relationship or maybe the meaning revealed by Hu Ke's eyes was too easy to understand. Lan Liang called out in a low voice: "Brother?"

"Hmm!" Hu Ke, dressed in a gold silk black robe and a white emerald crown on his head, hummed in surprise just now as if he realized something, and replied in a quiet and reserved voice.

"Ah."

Lan Liang: "?"

Hu Ke signaled with his eyes, and Lan Liang realized that there were many people behind him, and there were more than a dozen guards. The attendant next to him stepped forward and said, "You must be the young master Lan, the cousin of our seventh prince?"

Lan Liang glanced at Hu Ke, who nodded at him, so he nodded.

"That's good." The attendant said again: "Our Seventh Prince's husband is a good friend of your master. He has ordered you to be brought back safely. Maybe he will wrong young master Lan to stay in the royal family for a while."

Lan Liang noticed Hu Ke's gaze, and the moment he met Hu Ke, Hu Ke looked away, accompanied by some guilt.

Hu Ke took a few steps forward, and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, little cousin, I won't hurt you."

"I want to take this one." Lan Liang pointed to the largest carriage, showing no scruples about his master, as if he had never had such a person before.

The astonishment on Hu Ke's face flashed across. This little cousin seemed to have a big heart, and he might have seen something, otherwise he would be so heartless.

"Come." Hu Ke wanted to reach out and get into the carriage with him.

There were several coughs in the carriage, and the attendant took the first step to hold Lan Liang's arm: "It's better for the slave to come, both of you are delicate masters, the slave has rough skin and thick flesh, let the slave come."

Hu Ke withdrew his hand resentfully, got into the carriage, raised the curtain and waited for Lan Liang to enter.

Lan Liang just looked at it, and was dazed for a moment, then waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to help him climb up the carriage by stepping on the stool.

It was only when I entered that I found a person inside, with a cold face, exuding an aura of not being close to strangers, no wonder they became friends with Yin Ning, their personalities were not much different.

The man held Hu Ke's hand when he sat down, and then sat upright, but Hu Ke sat staggeringly, trying to pull his hand out but couldn't break free, so he didn't bother to move.

Lan Liang was thinking about what Yin Ning hinted at just now, it was a secret signal that Lan Liang created spontaneously when he was bored, speaking from the perspective of the bronze mirror.

The cue he took at that time was - go down the hill, run.

At that time, I don't know why my brain became hot after listening to his words. Lan Liang recalled why he wanted to run back then but couldn't remember.When I thought about it again, I spontaneously gave the answer in my mind, thinking that Yin Ning had hidden something under the mountain and ran away.

Although he didn't think so in his heart, he was forced to accept the answer that was forced into his mind.

No, why did he go down the mountain?

——He was driven down the mountain by Yin Ning thinking of the so-called master-student relationship.

No, it's still not right, Lan Liang covered his head, he really hates being forced into answers that don't exist, things that don't exist must be denied!

The blue mark on the forehead was faintly visible until it became more and more obvious. Lan Liang raised his head and looked around the carriage.

Hu Ke lazily opened his eyes a crack.

He seemed to have seen Lan Liang smile just now, and it was a very nasty smile.

The author has something to say: I don't know what to say, so I will give you a big knife as a gift.