After passing through the book, the devil wants to kill me

Lou Yun stopped walking when he heard the sound, the sound was quite familiar, and he couldn't remember where he heard it for a while.

He turned around and saw a young man standing on the stairs on the second floor.Holding a golden lacquer and bright yellow fan in his hand, he was dressed in brocade clothes, and at first glance he looked so luxurious that he almost blinded his eyes.

Lou Yun stared at that face for a few seconds, and finally recognized it.

... Isn't this Ji Qingwen?It looks more noble than in Xianmen.

"Junior Brother Lou, what a coincidence. Are you looking for a place to live?" Ji Qingwen said with a smile, shaking the fan in his hand.

Lou Yun nodded and said, "Senior Brother Ji, but you reserved the room here?"

"Exactly," Ji Qingwen walked down the stairs, stood in front of Lou Yun, looked at the two of them, "If Junior Brother Lou needs it, just take two."

Lou Yun was embarrassed to reach out to ask for something, and declined: "It's okay, since Senior Brother Ji bought it with his wallet, we can go to another inn to stay."

Ji Qingwen smiled: "I have booked all the inns in this city."

Lou Yun: "..."

Ji Qingwen said again: "This inn is the best in the city, so don't be too polite, junior, since no one lives there anyway."

"...Okay, thank you, Senior Brother Ji."

After thanking Lou Yun, he asked strangely, "Since no one lives there, why did Senior Brother Ji reserve all the rooms?"

Ji Qingwen stopped shaking the fan, and his smile faded slightly.

"I'm waiting for someone here. I thought I'd cover all the accommodation, and that person has no land to live in, so he would definitely show up on his own initiative. I didn't expect there was no news all day yesterday."

Having said this, Ji Qingwen's expression was a little dim, and then his expression recovered. He looked at the person behind Lou Yun, and said hesitantly:

"Who is this?"

Mozun stood behind without making a sound, as if invisible.It was only then that Lou Yun remembered that this person had been following him.

"This is..." Lou Yun turned his head and looked at Mozun, feeling a little stuck.

Creditor?friend?Or just say Demon Lord?

Although it is set in the book that there is a peace agreement between the immortals and the demons, and they will not interfere with each other, it is still a bit subtle that the disciples of the immortal sect are involved with the demons.

Mozun leaned against the door frame, raised his eyes to glance at him, and said lightly, "Friend."

"...Yes, my friend."

Lou Yun turned his head and smiled at Ji Qingwen.Ji Qingwen nodded clearly, and said to the boy beside him:

"Go prepare two upper rooms for them—"

"one."

Mozun spoke suddenly, his eyes fell on Lou Yun, and he said coldly.

The atmosphere was strangely quiet for a moment, Lou Yun turned his head, looked at Mozun for a few seconds, and was defeated.

Forget it, you are a creditor, so it is understandable for me to run away in the middle of the night.

Ji Qingwen on the side waved his fan, laughed and said, "Ah, it's okay—then go to the upper room."

The servant got the order and retreated, Ji Qingwen looked around the two of them, and said meaningfully:

"Junior Brother Lou and this friend have a pretty good relationship. I don't know what to call this friend?"

Lou Yun's heart tightened, and he raised his eyes to look at Mozun.

Speaking of which, I don't even know his name, I only know that his title is Mozun.

Mozun didn't look at Ji Qingwen, only stared at Lou Yun, and said slowly, "Zhaoqi."

"So it's friend Zhao Dao." Ji Qingwen chatted a few more words, and finally ended the conversation.He seemed to have something to do at night, so he asked Lou Yun and the others to order something casually, and then went out.

Under the influence of Ji Qingwen, Lou Yun finally had a good meal after sweeping away the wind, food and sleeping in the past few days.Zhao Qi sat at the table with Lou Yun, picked up two chopsticks for food without much interest, and didn't move.

Lou Yun reckoned that people with high cultivation bases are the same, and probably don't need to eat, so he didn't say anything.

It was getting dark after dinner, the two of them entered the room and lit two candles.

There is no clue of the monster, and it has not been seen to make trouble in the past few days. Lou Yun couldn't think of a way, and felt depressed for a while.

What worries him the most is not that the task cannot be completed, but that as long as the task is not completed, he will not be able to return to the fairy gate.

If you can't go back to Xianmen, you won't be able to see Qi Chao, and you won't be able to gain favor.As time goes on, I'm afraid the relationship will fade away.

I really don't know how long it will take.

Lou Yun sighed softly, sat down at the desk in the room, and cut the candle light brighter.

Zhaoqi has been lying on the side of the bed since entering the room, several meters away from Lou Yun, sometimes raising his eyes to look at him, sometimes closing his eyes to rest his mind.

Lou Yun saw that he would not come, so he took out the pen and ink and a stack of letter paper bought during the day from the storage ring.

Since people can't go back, there must be something to go back, to replace himself in front of Qi Chao.

The completion of the task is nowhere in sight, so it is necessary to send two letters back.

Lou Yun spread out the paper, and the snow-white paper surface was dyed with a thin layer of halo under the dim yellow candlelight.

He reached out to rub the ink away, thought for a while, and wrote a few words with a pen.

After finishing writing, I felt dissatisfied, stared blankly at the written words, and frowned.

Sure enough, I haven't practiced brush calligraphy for a long time, and my writing is not good at all.

Lou Yun secretly regretted why he didn't practice calligraphy more when he was a child.What did you do at that time, it seems to be playing...

This is a letter to be sent to Qi Chao. It is a letter to write a sense of presence on his behalf. If the handwriting is not good, it will be too late to cry if it has the opposite effect.

Lou Yun pursed his lips tightly, tore apart the waste paper, crumpled it up and threw it aside, took a deep breath, picked up the pen and wrote again.

I wrote several pages in a row, but I was not satisfied.Lou Yun was holding the pen in his hand, resting his chin on it, and Zhao Qi's voice came from his ear.

"what are you writing?"

Lou Yun didn't reply, "Write a letter."

Zhao Qi opened his eyes and looked, under the dim candlelight, a thin figure was lying on the table, with the butterfly bones on his back forming a graceful arc through the thin fabric.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, his expression focused and serious.It seems to be doing something extremely important and extremely cherished.

Zhaoqi's eyes moved slightly, and he asked:

"Who are you writing to?"

Lou Yun was struggling with these words, all his thoughts were on them, and he said casually:

"It's none of your business."

The air became quiet again, Zhaoqi turned his head and stopped looking at him, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The candle was shortened again, Lou Yun cut the lantern flowers, spread out the paper again, and wrote over and over again.If I am not satisfied, I will start all over again. Up to now, it seems to be better than the first time.

Zhaoqi turned his head again, opened his eyes, and stared at the figure.After a while, he got up expressionlessly and walked to Lou Yun's side.

Lou Yun was contemplating deeply, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person standing beside him, startled, he covered the letter paper in his hand indiscriminately, revealing a corner of the letter paper, where the word "Master" happened to be.

The air was strangely silent for a moment, Zhao Qi lowered his eyes, his jawline tightened, and asked after a long while:

"It takes so long to write a letter?"

The person lying on the table turned his head sideways, a thin layer of red appeared on his fair face, and his slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the flickering candlelight.

"...The words are not pretty." She lowered her head slightly, revealing a section of her thin white neck.The neckline is fragile and graceful, extending deep into the collar.

Lou Yun was really embarrassed, wanted to write a letter, but the words were ugly and unreadable, and others found out.

Just as he was about to put away his things and give up, a shadow suddenly shrouded behind him, and the hand holding the pen was covered by another hand, which felt slightly cold to the touch.

A low voice came from my ear:

"I'll teach you."