Liu Lanyan chuckled softly, then pressed her red lips to the Demon God's lips. Before he could react, she quickly pulled away, leaned back on the bed, and left the Demon God standing there in a daze.
After a long while, the demon god touched his lips and asked in confusion, "Lanyan, what's wrong with you...?"
"Hmph, you're allowed to ambush me, but I'm not allowed to ambush you?"
Liu Lanyan raised an eyebrow domineeringly and asked in return.
The demon god was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Of course, you are allowed to."
Just as Liu Lanyan was smiling smugly, the Demon God continued, "Lanyan, next time you don't need to sneak up on me. Just tell me, and I'll be there whenever you call."
"Get out!" someone shouted angrily, and a pillow flew straight at him.
The demon god wisely caught the pillow and slipped away.
You can't be complacent after you've gained an advantage, or you might not even have the chance to launch a sneak attack in the future.
The demon god always clearly understands matters of principle and would never make a mistake.
No, absolutely not.
Therefore, this person's shamelessness has penetrated to the bone marrow, and his skill is so profound that not only can no one catch up with him, but even if one were to fly, one could not catch up with him.
Looking at the closed door, Liu Lanyan scolded in a low voice, "Shameless bastard."
After he finished cursing, he started laughing at himself.
My body felt incredibly refreshed, and the discomfort I felt after using the power of light completely disappeared with this sleep.
And the porridge after waking up is just the right temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, perfect for eating.
All of these points illustrate the same issue.
The timing of her "sleeping" was calculated perfectly, which is why the porridge was so palatable.
Liu Lanyan pondered slowly, still thinking about the firefly issue she had encountered yesterday.
She was certain she had seen the same thing before, but where had she seen it?
I have a headache and can't remember anything.
Forget it, let's talk about this later.
"Bingling, has Qin Ming gone back?" Liu Lanyan contacted Bingling, but she was more concerned about the affairs of the demon and monster realms.
"He's on his way. He suffered a big blow yesterday. He hid away and rested for a while," Bingling's voice came through.
After she finished speaking, Bingling suddenly asked, "Miss, where are you now?"
“The Dustless Palace,” Liu Lanyan said casually.
"The Dustless Palace?" Bing Ling's voice suddenly rose, startling Liu Lanyan who was unprepared. "What are you doing?"
Such a sudden, loud shout caught me completely off guard; it can be terrifying.
“Miss, if you contact me from the Dustless Palace, won’t the Lord find out?” Bingling remembered that her young lady had said that it was impossible to contact anyone from the Dustless Palace because there was no interference there, and the Demon God was very sensitive to fluctuations in power.
This is why they initially made contact when the young lady was staying at the Dustless Abode or the Royal Palace, or other similar places.
"It doesn't matter, he knows someone is working for me anyway." Liu Lanyan had no intention of hiding it from the Demon God; she had an inexplicable sense of trust in him.
The longer she spent with him, the stronger her feelings became.
Therefore, there's nothing to hide.
"Okay, keep an eye on the movements in the Demon Realm. Also, don't let it interfere with our business," Liu Lanyan instructed Bingling simply.
After Bingling recounted the progress of the situation over there, Liu Lanyan gave some instructions, and then the two of them lost contact.
Lying comfortably on the bed, Liu Lanyan feigned a decadent state, while pondering her relationship with the Demon God. It seemed that... perhaps the two of them had some kind of entanglement in the past.
She was surprised, but not annoyed, especially when the demon god "ambushed" her.
It was only out of resentment at being "ambushed" that the subsequent "counter-ambush" was born out of emotion.
It's impossible not to be moved by all the things I did after she fell asleep.
While Liu Lanyan was still immersed in her happiness, some people in the demon realm's royal city were "extremely excited."
Yu Xinyi kept laughing as soon as he returned to his residence, which puzzled his trusted subordinates. They wondered if their master had suffered some kind of shock and cast questioning glances at him several times, guessing with unease.
"Keep a close eye on Yu Jinshuo's situation lately. After suffering such a huge blow, he's probably up to something else." Yu Xinyi finally stopped laughing and gave his confidant these instructions.
"Yes." The trusted subordinate nodded in response, then asked, "Master, should we continue to monitor Qin Ming?"
“No.” Yu Xinyi immediately rejected his trusted subordinate’s opinion. “Don’t provoke Qin Ming.”
"Huh?" The trusted subordinate was dumbfounded, completely misunderstanding Yu Xinyi's meaning.
Isn't Qin Ming just a drowning dog now?
Why shouldn't we provoke Qin Ming?
Seeing the puzzled look on his trusted subordinate's face, Yu Xinyi laughed: "Who is Yu Jinshuo, Qin Ming, and Liu Jinli trying to frame this time?"
"My lord," the trusted subordinate replied immediately. Wasn't this obvious?
"Do you think the mastermind is Qin Ming or Yu Jinshuo?" Yu Xinyi asked with a light laugh, a sharp glint in his eyes.
"Of course not," the trusted subordinate said without hesitation.
If that's the case, how could Qin Ming have been so easily defeated by the Demon God?
"Qin Ming's actions were done in private. The person behind him clearly didn't want Qin Ming's private actions to become public. The person who is controlling everything behind the scenes is very likely an important figure in the Demon Realm."
Yu Xinyi raised an eyebrow: "If this escalates into the open, it will definitely not be a good thing for the Demon Realm, so..."
"Qin Ming must die!" The trusted subordinate wasn't a fool, but sometimes his mind wasn't as quick as Yu Xinyi's, and he didn't immediately understand.
"Immediately withdraw the men monitoring Qin Ming." After saying this, the trusted subordinate quickly left with Yu Xinyi's permission.
Qin Ming is someone the mastermind wants to get rid of. If it is discovered that someone is monitoring him, he probably won't even let the person monitoring him go.
Their men had no reason to risk their lives to monitor a man who was destined to die.
Watching his trusted subordinate leave in a hurry, Yu Xinyi slowly shook his head and sighed softly, "As expected, I still don't quite understand the treachery involved."
Did you think that the mastermind behind that incident was the one who killed Qin Ming?
The real danger...
Yu Xinyi chuckled softly. Did he really think that someone was so easy to mess with?
To throw mud at him is just asking for trouble.
As the sun gradually moves westward, it should be early autumn, a time of clear skies and pleasant weather.
After the sweltering heat of summer, this is a pleasant time.
Of course, this applies to most people.
For Qin Ming, who is currently leading hundreds of people wearily through desolate wilderness and deep mountains, it is a very difficult situation.
The hem of his clothes had already been torn open slightly, and despite the slightly chilly weather, sweat was still dripping down his neck.
He felt terrible no matter how he thought about it. He had the initiative at the beginning, so how did it all end up with the demon god?
What's most infuriating is that all the talk about suppressing the demon god's momentum is just speculation and rumors.
His words were spoken in full view of everyone.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they stared wide-eyed as he cruelly used his subordinates to launch an explosive attack.
I heard him admit with my own ears that his wife, Liu Xinya, was alright.
This is tantamount to admitting that he was the one who stirred up the dispute and framed the demon god; he is a thoroughly evil person.
He was ruthless to his own subordinates and framed the guardian deity of the demon realm; he was truly caught between two sides.
After the incident, Elder Li simply told him to go back and act as if nothing had happened.
Elder Li said he would handle the rest.
Despite Elder Li's assurance, Qin Ming still felt uneasy, as this matter was no longer as simple as a private operation.
I always have this uneasy feeling, like something is about to happen.
Therefore, Qin Ming did not have his men travel quickly along the way, but instead kept a close eye on the surrounding situation, fearing that something unexpected might happen.
For example, the place they were about to reach was very dangerous; it was a canyon.
If they were attacked while crossing the canyon, it would definitely catch them off guard.
If someone sets up an ambush at that location, they won't even have the ability to fight back.
So they planned to cross the canyon quickly today, hoping to get through that dangerous place before dark.
Just as Qin Ming and his group were advancing rapidly, in the distant canyon, in the grass, on the trees, and even behind the rocks, there were hidden masters.
He completely concealed his aura, becoming one with his surroundings.
The area closest to the canyon is teeming with experts of level six or higher. Unless a level seven expert comes, they would be impossible to detect.
In some more distant areas, there are even more fourth and fifth-tier experts, specifically there to deal with Qin Ming's weaker subordinates.
Those people were all masters of assassination. They knew exactly how to ambush, how to occupy advantageous terrain, and when to strike.
They were just waiting for Qin Ming to lead his men into this trap that had already been set.
With such a lineup, let alone Qin Ming now having only remnants of his army, even if he still had those 60,000 soldiers, they would definitely be wiped out.
Qin Ming was destined to die, disappearing into the world without a trace.
While lying in ambush, he kept glancing back at the path Qin Ming had come from. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck. Turning around, he was horrified to find a stranger standing behind him.
I wanted to shout, but I found that my neck was making a hissing sound, and no matter how hard I tried to breathe, the air couldn't get into my lungs.
With a thud, he fell to the ground, blood gushing from a small gash on his neck.
Logically speaking, with so many people lying in ambush here, if someone really died, why didn't the other ambushers react?
If someone were to look down from the air at this moment, they would surely discover something extremely astonishing and terrifying.
Corpses lay scattered under trees, in the grass, and beside stones.
Dozens of people were killed without any sign of struggle or resistance; they were all murdered silently.
So many skilled assassins, adept at ambushes and assassinations, were all eliminated in an instant. How many people must have come? How strong must they have been?