Jiang Ling's pupils suddenly shrank, and an extremely unrealistic idea flashed out of her mind.

Is it not the Qingliu, but another one?

Su Muzhe was very satisfied with Jiang Ling's expression at this moment, as if he was admiring the masterpiece he had just made. He looked at her dirty clothes and face lovingly, and said with regret: "It seems that he can only send it like this."

Meng Jia had been waiting beside him. Wen Yan picked up Jiang Ling's shoulder with one hand, reached her knee with the other hand, and carried the person effortlessly.

Jiang Ling was injured in his mind, his expression was depressed, and his mouth was slightly opened. Before Meng Jia could take a few steps, tears had already fallen.

She seemed to have suddenly reacted, her eyes pushing Meng Jia's chest with red eyes, but his chest was as unshakable as a mountain. She pushed it a few times before giving up.

But Su Muzhe smiled softly and said, "Are you just taking the person over here?"

Meng Jia was stunned for a moment, and turned around to look at Su Muzhe, with a very confused expression.

Su Muzhe smiled even harder, and the blood on his face flowed along his smile to his mouth, with a smell of iron.

Only then did he remember to wipe his cheeks with his sleeves. After wiping it a few times, he saw Meng Jia still stunned. He was both funny and helpless and said: "Women cannot be hugged casually. They have to be responsible for holding them."

Meng Jia was shy at first sight, turned his head slightly to see Su Muzha's gaze and said, "Young Master, what should I do?"

Su Muzhe said, "Wait a minute." Then he turned around and entered the house. When he walked out after a while, he had already changed into a black robe, and the blood on his face was wiped clean, as if he was the handsome young master who was surprised to see in Nanli Town.

He took out a half-embellished silk handkerchief, which was Jiang Ling's face, and then reached out to take her, saying warmly: "I take this responsibility."

Meng Jia looked at him in surprise and said, "Young Master..."

But Su Muzhe looked at Jiang Ling in his arms, stopped his words, and said, "I have been enduring it for too long, but I can't stand it anymore."

Meng Jia was stunned for a moment, then solemnly bent down, half kneeled on the ground, and said word by word: "Meng Jia swears to follow the young master to the death."

Su Muzhe nodded, looked at the half-opened door of Su's house, and then looked at the black tiles and gray walls around which were incompatible with the Demon Realm, red silk and red lights, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Lead the way."

Su Mu hugged Jiang Ling and came to a wide square about twenty meters long and ten meters wide.

The above square was pitch black, and I could not see clearly whether it was a dome above it, or it directly opened up the mountain and made it look like an open air.

On the stone wall surrounding the square, one meter above the ground, there is a circle of fist-sized caves. A faint blue flame emerges from the cave, illuminating the huge square, but it does not have the warmth of the flames at all, making the air a little colder.

Five or six stone tables were placed in the north of the field, filled with fine wine and delicacies, fruits and plums.

The stone table was already full of people.

The demon lord of Jinyang Domain, Chaisang, sat upright on the seat, and the other generals and young generals also found a place to sit down. And the first seat in the left hand was naturally sitting alone.

Unlike the joy and enthusiasm of others, he always had a cold face and said nothing. Only when Chaisang spoke loudly did he turn his head slightly, answer a few briefly and forcefully, and then fell into silence.

A strange atmosphere spread in the laughter and joy. After a long time, even Chaisang couldn't stand it anymore, and Su Muzhe finally arrived late.

He hugged Jiang Ling and stepped onto the last stone stairs, appeared in front of everyone, and said apologetically: "I'm late."

Then a smile bloomed on the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, spreading across the entire face.

At this moment, he looked a little overjoyed, but no one in the audience sarcastically said to him as he used to. Instead, he picked up his arms and posed for a good show.

Su Muzha hugged Jiang Ling, unable to give a big gift, but he didn't let go. He just leaned over to Chaisang and said, "Please forgive Su Muzha for being rude. Jiang Ling was not feeling well, so Su was really worried, so he had to bring it." He said to the people around him, "Please forgive me for the offense."

Chaisangman waved his hand indifferently and said

: "Sit down!"
Chapter completed!