The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 88 Immortal Hero 11

Jiang Mian didn't ask any more questions, she put her arms around Yan Wugui's neck and kissed him gently.

"Master, I'm not in a hurry."

"……it is good."

"You don't need to keep these things on your mind all day."

"I just want...to get closer to you," Yan Wugui lowered his eyes uncomfortably and lowered his voice, "Anyway, you want it, and I know it."

"Well, but I'll wait for you."

Although Yan Wugui figured it out on his own, Jiang Mian never thought about forcing him to accept it immediately.

Otherwise, at the very beginning, Jiang Mian would not have adopted the strategy of crying bag.

In this world, the character of a wife may be the most arrogant and arrogant.

Jiang Mian can understand, but also feels distressed.

Every step in his life was taken by himself, from death to life, he was open and frank, and he never felt inferior, proud and dazzling.

Whether it was Yan Wugui, the former sword repairman, or Yan Wugui, the current demon king, it's actually the same.

Yan Wugui is used to dominating, dominating others, and holding a more powerful position.

Because the weak will die inadvertently, and the good will be bullied wantonly. Only being strong enough is the way for monks to survive, even if it means almost absolute loneliness.

All the decency of a monk can only be won by himself.

In fact, Yan Wugui had already taken a lot of steps back for him, leaving only a seemingly hard shell, barely maintaining its brilliance, barely showing a plan.

It wasn't until Jiang Mian took off his clothes in front of him that he instantly became a complete idiot, at a loss for what to do.

Of course Jiang Mian was not in a hurry.

He didn't want to hurt Yan Wugui.

He even hated the name a little.

Why call it homeless.

Why did Yan Wugui have no way back.

That night, Yan Wugui slept soundly.

On the eve of the opening of the Demon World Competition, the outstanding disciples who ranked among the best in each peak flew into the large spirit boat of the Demon Palace one after another.

In Jiang Mian's eyes, this spirit boat looks like a classic spaceship, but it is more interesting.

Not only is it beautiful in appearance, but it can also shrink at will, transforming from a [-]-meter-high giant ship into a small boat in the palm of your hand...it's wonderful.

Jiang Mian took a tour around the spirit boat with great interest, but he didn't need to set off with the large group.

Because Yan Wugui's speed is faster than the spirit boat, he can be taken away directly.

As for before going out, Jiang Mian hesitated for a while, and did not wear the clothes of the disciples of the Demon Palace.

He selected the most beautiful ones from Yan Wugui's treasure house.

The light gauze is draped on the outside, which seems to be exposed but not exposed, and the thin water-blue brocade jacket is matched with snow-white piping, and the inner lining is embroidered with crane cloud patterns in the light of the bright moon, which has a vague sense of hollowing out.

He bent down and leaned against Yan Wugui's arms, his eyes were moist, and he looked like a poor little boy who was as weak as water and was forcibly taken into the palm of his hand by bad guys.

Yan Wugui couldn't even stop him.

All right, Jiang Mian was the one who didn't let Jiang Mian reveal the master-student relationship in the first place.

Although they will not be pure masters and apprentices soon... Jiang Mian still wants to be misunderstood, and he doesn't know what's so funny about it.

But Yan Wugui had to admit that Jiang Mian's posture of being so softly attached to him gave him a strange sense of satisfaction.

Unlike the interior of the Demon Palace, which is surrounded by mountains and has beautiful scenery, the overall tone of the Demon Realm is darker.

Except for the too dangerous No Man's Land, most of the regions are divided by the various sects.Yan Wugui didn't care much about their disputes, anyway, no matter who wins in the end, he has to be obedient in front of him.

Of course, between different sects, there are also cities for offering and living for casual cultivators, but the management is quite regular.

Because the city lords are not only highly cultivated, but most of them are high-level managers who have been sent down by the sect to experience, and they have to report the roster with the Demon Palace before taking office.

And the city responsible for holding the Demon World Competition this year is Sky Snow City under the control of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Yan Wugui restrained his breath and didn't go straight to the City Lord's Mansion. Seeing Jiang Mian's expression of interest, he simply took him by the hand and walked around with him.

Jiang Mian thought that the name of the city was elegant, but when he walked into the city and took a look...it was almost the same.

There was an undeniable smell of blood in the air.

Although if someone on the street misunderstands and wants to fight, they will be thrown out of the city by both law enforcement officers, and let them kill them before re-entering, but there are still hidden dangers and chaos unique to the demon world.

As far as Jiang Mian saw, there were a few men who were drunk with spirit wine and fell down on the side of the road in a daze.Someone came forward with the intention of stealing, but was blown to pieces by the trap.

Then those men got up and laughed, and continued to lie down and snore on another street corner.It seems that they just want to fish and kill people for fun.

Justifiable defense, law enforcement will not control.

Not only that, there are even people who do that kind of thing in the street in broad daylight.

After Yan Wugui found out, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover Jiang Mian's eyes.

Being blocked from sight, Jiang Mian obediently stood still, and called softly, "Master."

"……Um."

"I'm not a child, you can watch it."

"Don't look!"

"Oh."

With a straight face, Yan Wugui dragged Jiang Mian away quickly to go to a more serious place.

There are many elixirs and elixir shops in Tianxue City, as well as the shops that sell high-grade magic weapons and robes. They open their doors grandly to reveal their wealth, and the decorations are all resplendent and resplendent, so they are not afraid of being robbed.

If you dare to do this kind of business in the devil world, there must be powerful people behind these shops, or they may have a relationship with the city lord's mansion, so the monks are extremely disciplined, and no one dares to make mistakes easily.

Until Jiang Mian bought a pair of exquisite glass hairpins, and she was coquettishly asking Yan Wugui to help him put them on.

A wretched demon cultivator who didn't have long eyes actually whistled at him, with evil eyes in his eyes, he looked Jiang Mian up and down, and asked Yan Wugui, which auction house did Jiang Mian Bought by the little stunner.

Jiang Mian has been playing the role of cannon fodder for too long, and it has been a long time since Jiang Mian has experienced such a male novel-like drama.

He leaned against Yan Wugui's side pitifully, without saying a word, but Yan Wugui looked up expressionlessly, and burned the demon to death.

In an instant, only a pile of ashes remained on the ground.

Perhaps this is also one of the daily routines in the devil world.

The shopkeeper of the Fabao shop was as quiet as a quail. He took a broom and swept the black ash into the dustpan, then sat back silently in front of the counter with the dustpan in his hand, not daring to look at Yan Wugui more than once.

"If we kill someone in the city, won't we be arrested by law enforcement?" Jiang Mian asked with a simple face, tugging at Yan Wugui's sleeve.

Yan Wugui was about to answer when a laugh suddenly came from the sky: "Of course not."

It was a middle-aged monk with a refined temperament. He landed in front of the shop and bowed to salute: "Yan Wenxue, the lord of Tianxue City, has met your lord."

"I haven't seen you in a hundred years, but your nose is still as sharp as ever." Yan Wugui seemed to have known him a long time ago, and he spoke quite casually, "Come here just by smelling something?"

"My lord, I'm looking forward to the stars and the moon, and I'm looking forward to your presence," while Yan Wenxue didn't dare to presumptuously, and said respectfully, "Thank you, lord, for choosing the location of this contest in Tianxue City, I will not disappoint you."

"It's not your old man, he just asked me to give you a chance. If you want to thank you, thank him." Yan Wugui waved his hand carelessly.

"Then I must thank my lord for your support on behalf of my father!"

As expected of Yan Wugui's old subordinate, Yan Wenxue specially opened up a quiet and open highland in the city, preparing for Yan Wugui to live alone.

And Yan Wugui took out a pocket spirit house from the storage space, and threw it on the ground.

This fingernail-sized thing quickly transformed into a whole bamboo garden with its own garden.Rockery, furniture and furnishings are all available.

Jiang Mian was led into the room, looked around in a daze, and couldn't help but said, "Master, you really know how to enjoy yourself, don't you?"

"I don't often use this seat, but it has all the good things you should have." Yan Wugui was quite proud, "There are other spiritual houses. If you are not satisfied, you can pick them."

Of course Jiang Mian was satisfied. He lay on the soft bed and rolled around twice, and couldn't help sighing, "As expected of Lord Mozun, you are so extravagant."

But Yan Wugui hesitated for a moment, and reported honestly: "The banquet that Lord Mozun is going to attend tonight may also be a bit extravagant."

Although being the boss of the devil world can avoid a lot of troubles, Yan Wugui still has to attend some social occasions every ten or a hundred years.

For example, this time the Demon World Grand Competition, the top monks of the new generation of various sects gathered here, no matter what, Yan Wugui had to show his face and give some encouragement to the young people.

After all, the Qianlong Conference is just around the corner, so boosting morale is very important.

Jiang Mian stood up and looked at him with great interest: "It stands to reason that I should also participate, right?"

"...Well, I will take you there," Yan Wugui rubbed his nose, "Let's come back after we show up, okay? If you stay for a long time, you will probably get angry with me."

"Could it be that you said before that someone would recommend themselves as a pillow?" Jiang Mian raised her eyebrows, and suddenly found out the old account.

Yan Wugui's voice became lower and lower: "Not only that, in the past few years, the atmosphere of the Hehuan Sect has become more and more popular..."

"Well, what's the matter?" Jiang Mian looked magnanimous, and smiled with curved lips, "It's fine if you keep hugging me, no one can catch up with me."

But Yan Wugui didn't dare to take it lightly.

Although he has always kept himself clean and devoted himself to cultivation, and has never joined forces with those who admire the Hehuan sect, Jiang Mian is by no means a magnanimous person.

After all, it is impossible for Yan Wugui to be magnanimous in changing positions, and he might kill all the people who recommended themselves to Jiang Mian...to death.

And Jiang Mian has been so nice to him recently, it even made him a little flustered.

Like the calm before the storm.

The banquet was held in the City Lord's Mansion, and the scene was quite grand.

Aromatherapy curls up, orchestral strings and bamboo music continue, and precious spiritual wine and spiritual fruits are placed on the golden and jade table.

The rare spirit animal meat in the transformation stage is finely grilled and sliced ​​into thin slices, served on a jade porcelain plate, and even the sauce used for coloring is full of aura.The sweet soup has been added with Wannian Shenzhi, which has the miraculous effect of stabilizing the soul, and it will inevitably cause people to fight and scramble in the outside world, but now it has been boiled until it is milky white and thick, with an incomparably delicious fragrance.

Looking around, all kinds of ingredients are full of treasures.

In this world, there are not many people who have mastered the Tao through cooking, but there happened to be a master chef in the fusion period in Tianxue City.He usually doesn't take orders, but this time, he took the initiative to show his hand when he was entertaining Lord Mozun.

For the disciples of various sects, this was already an unprecedented opportunity, so when Yan Wugui appeared, they became even more excited, knelt down on the ground and greeted loudly.

At this moment, Yan Wugui was not the same as in private.

He accepted the kneeling salute calmly, took Jiang Mian and sat down at the chief, and waved his hand to call for the spiritual wine on the table: "Everyone sit down, don't be restrained. But if anyone passes out drunk on the street tonight, no one will collect your corpse for you .”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for reminding me!" Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere became even more enthusiastic.

Yan Wugui set an example by taking a sip of wine, hugged Jiang Mian in his arms, pinched his waist and rubbed him.

"Hmm..." Jiang Mian trembled subtly, her eyes were flushed, and she leaned her head weakly on Yan Wugui's shoulder.

Of course, most of the people below couldn't see anything, and didn't dare to look.

Except for Yan Wugui who sat in the first seat one step higher in the center, the rest of the people sat on both sides according to their seniority and position, and the positions were arranged backwards in turn.Thanks to the fact that they are all monks, they can chat freely through sound transmission without being affected.

Yan Wenxue was sitting on the right side of Yan Wugui, and when he saw Yan Wugui acting like this, he took the initiative to send a voice transmission: "Your Majesty, you have found someone who suits you?"

"That's right." Yan Wugui smiled, lifted Jiang Mian's chin, rubbed his fingertips on his lips for a moment, and commented lightly, "The little waist will be broken when pinched."

Wife is good or bad, obviously she is very good at acting as a villain... Jiang Mian thought quietly, raised her wine glass with a blushing face, and personally fed Yan Wugui a sip of spiritual wine.

But Yan Wenxue didn't notice that the two of them were sticking together, so they clapped their hands and summoned a few young dancers.

It was a long line of young monks with water spirit roots, each with exquisite appearance, slender and soft waist, and jingling rhinestones on the light gauze, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

"It's such a coincidence, I know you're coming, and I've found a lot of the same juicy and lovely ones, and I just want to offer them to you to enjoy." Yan Wenxue smiled.

Yan Wugui: "..."

Is there any mistake, he was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.

Now he just wants to play role-playing with Jiang Mian, and is trying his best to make this ancestor happy!Never expected that he would be tricked so badly!

When Jiang Mian saw this, he raised his hand and lightly tapped Yan Wugui's chest, and complained softly with moist eyes: "I hate it, Your Majesty can only look at me, not others."

"...Okay, just look at you," Yan Wugui's scalp was numb, and he responded calmly, picked up the delicate snacks on the table and fed them to Jiang Mian's lips, and said, "Yan Wenxue, don't give me a piece of cake. This seat is causing trouble."

Yan Wenxue faintly felt that something was wrong, but she hadn't figured out the situation yet, so she joked, "My lord, it seems that your family is not as tender as the outside world says."

"The temperament is very domineering," Yan Wugui cleared his throat, "No one can bear it except me."

Jiang Mian turned her head, puffed up and refused to let him feed: "Hmph."

Yan Wugui's movements froze, and he simply slapped Yan Wenxue's sleeves away.

He really didn't expect that Yan Wenxue would really dare to give him away.This extravagance is spent on pleasing him, so why not cultivate a few little monks with single water spirit roots to contribute to the devil world!

A big hole was shattered in the inner wall of the City Lord's Mansion, Yan Wenxue flew back silently by herself, and took away the little monks with a bruised nose and swollen face.

Just then Jiang Mian took a bite of the snack with his hand, and said softly that she wanted to drink the spirit wine.

In the past, Yan Wugui always refused to give him a drink, saying that too much aura was bad for him, but this time... Yan Wugui didn't even dare to fart.

The banquet atmosphere is still warm.

After all, monks don't need to sleep. Not only does this banquet last all night, if everyone is interested, it can even last for several days and nights until the day of the competition.

It's just that Yan Wugui couldn't stay there for a second.

He casually said that he had had enough wine, and then he left the City Lord's Mansion as quickly as possible, and brought Jiang Mian back to the small courtyard in the bamboo forest.

Jiang Mian was still holding the spirit wine in her hand, her eyes were getting redder, seeing Yan Wugui's nervousness, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"...Mianmian."

"I'm not angry." Jiang Mian's smile didn't change.

Yan Wugui couldn't believe it, he carefully hooked Jiang Mian's fingertips, bowed his head and gently kissed the corner of his lips flatteringly.

Jiang Mian did not avoid his kiss, and poured the spirit wine into a small cup with bent eyes, drank it slowly, and asked softly, "Master, did you often participate in such occasions before?"

"It's just occasionally." Yan Wugui hesitated for a moment, then added, "Alcohol makes people crazy. I am the first to be more casual, and I can often find people who have different opinions at the banquet."

Jiang Mian raised her chin, and continued talking along his words: "But if there are bad people, why don't you just kill them? Just like the person in Zhenbao Pavilion today."

"...You can't say that, Mianmian, although I will monitor the demon world with my spiritual sense, but I won't stare at it all the time," Yan Wugui said in a low voice, "The demon world is still chaotic and orderly. For example, Yan Wenxue, if he is preparing for the blood sacrifice to destroy the city, and this seat is thousands of miles away, he will not be able to save everyone in an instant."

"Master, you are so responsible." Jiang Mian raised her lips, "It's not at all like the Demon Lord that others have been talking about."

Yan Wugui did not deny it: "Unfortunately, no one dares to take this seat except this seat."

"That's right, after all, my master is invincible." Jiang Mian nodded in agreement with a proud face.

Yan Wugui heaved a sigh of relief, and quietly put away the jug on the table.

He thought that after chatting for a while, Jiang Mian's attention might have been diverted.

But in fact, Jiang Mian did not forget the important point.

He drank the last spirit wine in the cup, hooked Yan Wugui's fingertips with a smile, and said slowly: "Master, when you are nervous, you will talk more... What are you afraid of?"

Yan Wugui's whole body tensed up, wishing he could swear to the sky: "I will never attend any banquets in the future, honestly, I will never see anyone."

"But I should have said earlier that I'm in no hurry."

Jiang Mian stood up while talking, and Yan Wugui also stood up subconsciously, but she pursed her lips and didn't know how to reply.

Seeing this, Jiang Mian took a few steps closer instead, forcing him to back up little by little and sit on the edge of the bed, then condescendingly said: "Yan Wugui, you are so nervous, do you really don't want to, or is it true in your heart? Can't help but want it? Make it clear."

"...I don't know either." Yan Wugui couldn't help but clenched the quilt tightly.

He has never experienced it before, so he really can't understand his own thoughts.

"Master, do I look good today?" Jiang Mian's voice changed.

Yan Wugui was stunned: "It looks good."

"You like my outfit, don't you?"

"……like."

Jiang Mian rolled her eyes and smiled, raised her hand and slowly took off the light gauze, threw it into Yan Wugui's arms, and lowered her voice, "If the slave family recommends a pillow mat, does your lord want it or not?"

The piece of fabric was as thin as a cicada's wing, stained with the intoxicating smell of wet wine, Yan Wugui held it in his hand and rubbed it in a daze for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

How could he say no.

"After a monk enters the Tao, his five senses are sharper than ordinary people. Nowadays, I really don't know whether it is good or bad."

"Mianmian, stop talking, let me die happily..."

"That's not okay, I promised not to hurt you."

Jiang Mian even prepared ointments with different aromas for him to choose.

Yan Wugui didn't even want to look at those things, raised his arms to cover his face tightly, and said in a muffled voice: "Then there is one more thing, I want to ask in advance."

"Okay, you can ask."

"...In the so-called past life, this seat and you..." Yan Wugui gritted his teeth for a moment, and finally asked, "Who is on top!"

"Master, you should be clear in your heart." Jiang Mian raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you still not reconciled to this?"

Yan Wugui didn't answer anything directly, but felt a little aggrieved: "Why do you only remember, and I don't remember anything."

"If you think about it, you might be so shy that you will burn the demon world into a sea of ​​flames."

Yan Wugui froze when he heard this, and moved back slightly: "Jiang Mian, you have done such a terrible thing to me."

And Jiang Mian looked down at him, her tone was no longer contemptuous, and she called seriously, "Yan Wugui."

"……Um?"

"I'll take it easy, don't be afraid."

"..."

The tips of Yan Wugui's ears gradually turned red, and he bit his lower lip hard.

Being coaxed by Jiang Mian to relax again, she slowly lowered the arm covering her face.

Jiang Mian gently kissed his tightly closed eyes, kissed his tall and beautiful nasal bone, kissed his trembling thick eyelashes, and then covered his lips with some bite marks.

The hard shell was lifted little by little, revealing something extremely soft and fragile inside.

Yan Wugui tensed his body stiffly at first, but he found that Jiang Mian was really trustworthy and gentle.

So gentle that he felt that he was deliberately taken care of.

Even underestimated.

He opened his eyes cautiously, met Jiang Mian's focused and unchanging smile, his brain twitched, and he blushed and said in a low voice, "You don't need to do this...don't hold back."

"is it okay?"

"……Um."

Jiang Mian slowly curled her lips, "Okay."

The consequences of talking big are dire.

Yan Wugui didn't even have a chance to regret it, he felt like he was dying.

It's useless to beg for mercy, he still has to be forced to make a promise that he will never dare to look for any furnace in the future.

It turns out that Jiang Mian has been holding grudges all along, waiting for a good opportunity to take revenge on him.

Extremely bad.

Soon, Yan Wugui couldn't even think about these things anymore, his cultivation seemed to have been destroyed long ago, and he couldn't escape.

The bamboo grove outside the house was broken by a gust of wind, and the gold and jade wine cup and glass hairpin on the table were shattered into powder.

There was a pouring rain of blood in Sky Snow City.

But Jiang Mian chuckled unharmed, while Yan Wugui was dragged back by clasping his wrists.

This may be asking for trouble, but he has never been so embarrassed in his life. His fingers trembled and curled up weakly, and all the broken hair on his forehead became wet.

He was no longer allowed to cover his face, and could only let Jiang Mian kiss the teardrops off his eyelashes.

"Jiang Mian, if you dare to let me down in the future..." Yan Wugui's voice was hoarse, and he tried his best to hold back his tears.

"Then you kill me, refine me into a blood pill, take out my spirit and light the lamp," Jiang Mian said softly, "OK?"