Rescuing the Beautiful and Strong yet Miserable Second Lead Character

Ling Qingxiao's fingertips were on Luo Han's lips, and they were cool, with the clearness of ice and snow. Luo Han was stunned for a while.

Luo Han did not wear a veil today, with blushing lips and exquisite corners. He looked like a meticulous depiction of meticulous brushwork. Ling Qingxiao's fingertips were white, pressed against them, as if Xue Yinghongmei.

Ling Qingxiao blocked Luo Han's lips when she saw the people on the other side act. Now he slowly reacted, and the sound inside the box could not be heard outside, and Luo Han was fine even if he spoke.

The fingertips feel warm and soft to the touch. Ling Qingxiao hadn't noticed how her lips felt, but now she was shocked when she met Luo Han.

The place Ling Qingxiao's finger touched suddenly became hot. He tried to pretend to be calm and withdraw his hand, and said: "I was out of dignity and rude in the desperate situation just now."

"It's okay." Luo Han shook her head. She felt that the current situation was a bit awkward, and said quickly, "Look, they are leaving. Let's go out first."

"it is good."

Today, the demons are leading three or five entourages from the Hualou looking for pleasure. Those who can sit here know what they are going to do. After a few cups of wine, some people are ready to move, wanting to pull a demon girl out to relieve the fire.

It's just that because the leader is still there, the people below dare not go first. The leader of this demon clan was a big and thick man with a scar on his face, pulling from the corner of his forehead to the other half of his cheek, almost splitting his entire face, looking fierce and evil. He was really not easy to provoke, his eyes swept across the demons who were dancing on the stage, extremely aggressive, and his eyes seemed to cramp them.

After the hot striptease, Scar Man finally moved, but unexpectedly, he did not pull the almost full-bright demon **** the stage, but pulled the feather demon clan leading the dance.

The lead dancer of the Feather Demon Race in white dance clothes was startled and struggled instinctively, but was carried by the Scarlet Man on his shoulders and swaggered upstairs.

In this kind of place, the first and second floors are semi-open halls, and all the upper floors are rooms. What these rooms are used for is self-evident.

The demon ladies in the building saw Scar Man’s face, and no one dared to stop him. Only the faint struggle of the Feather Demon Race and the unbridled laughter of the Demon Race could be heard in the hall. The subordinates of Scar Man laughed, making some unclean jokes behind them. After Scar Man left, they stopped holding back, and each looked for their favorite woman.

After the voices of Scarman and Feather Demon clan disappeared on the stairs, the hall returned to order and slowly resumed their voices. The two little demon girls in the hall on the first floor couldn't help but get together and whispered: "I hate receiving these demons the most. They speak fluently, and they are not serious about their actions. Last time, sister Caiyue accepted a demons guest. , I didn’t get out of bed for the next three days. When I went to see it, my body was full of injuries."

"Isn't it? With them, I was even worried about the delivery of tea in the past. It is better for the guests of the fairy clan, lavish, easy to talk, and more serious than the men of the demons and monsters."

"If it's serious, why would you show up in our building?" Another little demon girl chuckled, "I see, you are so confused by the words of the outside world, thinking about those cold immortals all day long. You don't want it either. Thinking, if you are really a high-ranking venerable from the immortal world, how could you come to the land of fireworks? Even if you do, they won't take you away for the sake of fame. It's just a fake and serious one."

"Who said that, I saw that the guests in the box were very upright and didn't ask sisters to accompany them. They look very good-looking, much better than the illustrations in those scripts!"

"Really, which box? I'll take a look later."

The Little Demon Niang laughed and pushed away from her companions, and snarled: "You said you don't like it, but you also like to see those high-cold immortals. Everyone is the same, instinctively following clean and luminous people. Demons like immortals and demons. The clan likes fairies. You didn't look at the demon clan just now, it looked terrifying, and in the end it was not the feather demon who looked the most like a fairy...Oh, guest officer."

The two demon girls were holding plates and playing around, didn't pay attention to the way, and almost ran into one person. The Little Demon Niang was so frightened that she quickly turned her head and found that it was the immortal they had just mentioned.

Ling Qingxiao pulled Luo Han away from them, nodding slightly: "Borrowed."

The two little demon girls suddenly saw these two faces, and they couldn't even speak, and they were ignorant and let the way go. Luo Han smiled soothingly at one of the demons, and Ling Qingxiao whispered: "Thank you."

Then he held Luo Han and left without turning his head back.

After they walked away, the two little demon girls blushed, and they were about to jump up excitedly: "Is that them? That fairy smiled at me, my God, there really are such a beautiful fairy in the world."

"How do you know they are immortals?"

"It must be, it depends on the looks and temperament, it's all!"

Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao came out of the box, taking the most unobtrusive route all the way, and hurried to catch up in the direction where Scar Man left. When Luo Han went upstairs, he quietly asked Ling Qingxiao next to him: "This scarred man doesn't look good at starting. If we stare at him, will we miss other people?"

"The Demon Race is very serious. The leader will not tell the people below the really important information." Ling Qingxiao said, "He knows the most news. Although the other Demon Races have a large number of people, the total number of information they know is not as good as that. He, there is no need to stare. It is enough to focus on this one."

"it is good."

The two of them had already walked upstairs while they were talking, and as soon as they went upstairs, a unique smell of greasy fragrance wafted over their faces, full of a sense of depravity. This kind of smell is not only incense, but also mixed with the taste of men and women.

They were only behind for a while, and they didn't expect to find each other when they went upstairs. Luo Han was a little panicked, lowered his voice and asked, "Where did he go?"

Standing at the top of the stairs, Ling Qingxiao briefly recognized the direction, and then affirmatively pointed to a path: "Here."

The two of them chased up along the corridor. Sure enough, they saw a black Mozu figure in front of him. There was a delicate feather demon hanging between his arms. Looking at his weakness, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Before entering the house, the demon clan couldn't hold back, and openly tore the feather demon's clothes in the corridor. The feather demon screamed, and shivered around his shoulders. The people going back and forth in the hallway met and couldn't help but look at them.

An old bustard-like demon lady chased up and said with a smile: "The devil, this feather demon has little experience in picking up guests, please feel sorry. Although we are a demon clan, we are women after all. We are still on the corridor, coming and going. Many guests are watching, I’m afraid it’s wrong for you to be here..."

The Scar Man disliked the old bustard's nagging trouble, so he drew the knife out and placed it on the old bustard's neck. The old bustard was startled, and the surrounding guests were also frightened, and hurriedly ran away.

The scarlet silk ribbon decorates the floor with clusters of flowers, and colorful glazed lamps are hung everywhere. In the building, it is almost impossible to know the passage of time, what is the eve of the night. On the five-story pavilion, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor on the fourth floor, and many people ran around behind the railings. The drunk customers were unclear, so they all looked up in that direction.

The old bustard was so frightened, he laughed and apologized, and it was easy for Scar Man to put down the scimitar. For this alone, the old bustard didn't dare to persuade him anymore, so he could only give Feather Demon a look, signalling her to ask for more blessings.

In the ambiguous blush, Scar Man vaguely saw a figure flashing around the corner. He has been licking blood for many years, accumulating wolf-like instincts between life and death. Now, his instinct tells him that there is a problem with the person behind the corner.

Scar man took the knife, but did not return it, but squinted his eyes and walked slowly behind the corner.

Behind the pillars, Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han leaned against the wall. Luo Han heard the footsteps approaching gradually, and clenched his hands unknowingly.

They are now on the fourth floor, with a circular stage hall in the middle. Above them are the guests coming and going on the fifth floor, with eyes everywhere, even if they want to fly upstairs to hide.

They are not wearing masks now, and the other party is approaching step by step. Once the other party walks over, the two of them will be recognized as being straight, maybe even revealing the plan. Luo Han was ready to fight head-on. Ling Qingxiao looked at the room behind, and suddenly wrapped Luo Han's shoulders, held her and pushed the door in, closing the door silently with a twist of his clothes.

This is a room that has been opened, with the red curtain hanging down, and the fragrance of acacia floating in the air. Luo Han was taken aback and hurriedly pointed to the position behind.

There are people inside.

It can only be said that the effect of Yaozu's Albizia incense is really good, and the benefactor and Yaoniang inside have fallen asleep with exhaustion. Ling Qingxiao flicked his fingers lightly, and his spiritual energy passed through, putting down the heavy curtains in the room. The heaviest curtain in front of the bed hung to the ground. As long as you don't stand close and look at it, you can't see what's inside the bed net from the outside.

At this time, Scar Man was already standing on the corridor. He was surprised when he saw no one around the corner, and checked this area back and forth several times. Luo Han hid in the house, too scared to pant.

Thinking that just now, Ling Qingxiao had a bold risk when he heard that there was no sound in the room behind him. He was right, the protagonist in this room was already asleep, Ling Qingxiao's body was light and silent, and he didn't even disturb the protagonist at all.

Luo Han hid in a room full of acacia fragrance. Behind him was a pair of strange men and women who had just finished fighting. Outside was the demons searching for them, and in front of him was Ling Qingxiao's beautiful and dusty face.

Her breathing didn't even stop. At this time, the sound of footsteps outside slowly stopped in front of their room from far to near.

Ling Qingxiao noticed that it was wrong and immediately pushed Luo Han to the table behind him. Then he pulled out the hosta from his head, and his long hair slid down his shoulders like a waterfall, covering Luo Han and half of his face.

Almost at the same time, there was a creak from the window, and Scarman pushed the window open, and falcon-like eyes swept across the room.

Luo Han fell on his back on the table, completely unresponsive. Ling Qingxiao's face was very close to her. In order to let her hair cover Luo Han's face, Ling Qingxiao could only press down as much as possible, and the tips of the two noses almost matched each other.

Luo Han stared at the scene in front of him. The cold beauty's long hair was still hanging, with a fragrance hanging on her face, while the beauty's face was almost touching her, and the two of them faced each other and breathed.

Luo Han saw that Ling Qingxiao's ears were also red, his eyes wandered a bit, and he was embarrassed to stare at her again, but instead glanced at Luo Han's earlobes.

His lips moved, and he silently told her with his lips: "How offensive, please bear with me for the time being."

Scar man pushed open the window, and the rich scent of acacia rushed over his face. At this level, it didn't look like it had just been lit. Scar Man's eyes circled around the house. Because of the cracks in the window, he could not see completely. He could only see a mess in the house and the furniture fell on the floor. Across the curtain, a man was pressing a woman on the table, her posture was intimate and full of control, and her clothes reached the ground. It seemed that the fighting was fierce, her hair was scattered, and she couldn't even see her face.

There was still a curtain between them, and the figures of the two people were vague, but one could tell from the back that the man was very young. The Scar Man knew that he was a young man. No wonder he acted so rudely. He smashed the house into such a state that he couldn't even wait for the bed and he was directly on the table.

The old bustard saw Scar had not come back for a long time, so he courageously walked over. She saw Scar stopped in front of a room and seemed to look inside. The old bustard's heart jumped fiercely again, and greeted him with a smile: "Master, what are you doing? Our girl is still waiting for you in front."

Scar is not interested in seeing others' liveliness now, he is still waiting to vent his own. He took two steps back and asked: "When did this room open?"

"It's been opened long ago. About half an hour ago, Master Liu brought the girl in."

Scar is completely relieved. This time is consistent with the situation in the house everywhere. The people inside came in before the scar, and the old bustard saw it with his own eyes. From a comprehensive point of view, the people inside did not have time to come out and follow him.

He should have been worrying too much just now.

Scar felt bored, and strode out. The old bustard hurried to catch up and asked kindly: "That girl..."

"Send it to the room."

The old bustard was overjoyed, their demon world really didn't care about fame. In their opinion, men and women like drinking water and eating are a natural desire of the body, and there is nothing shameful. If it is for a monster clan, Scar Man wants to ask for her in the corridor, then it will be necessary, but the feather monster clan is different.

Because the Yu Yao clan looks like an immortal clan, it is also contaminated with the temperament of the immortal clan. The Feather Demon Race is a demon. Compared to the orthodox immortal clan of the 36th Heavenly Layer, it is already a lot more licentious and charming, but compared with other demon races, it is still too conservative.

If the Scar must be strong today, after today, I am afraid that the lead dancer of the Feather Demon Race will also be in a state of failure. The old bustard was quite reluctant to hold up the sign.

The old bustard hurriedly replied: "Hey, okay. Master devil, your room is Tianzi No.4 C..."

The voices outside gradually faded away. Luo Han was lying on the table, with his waist hanging in the air. Ling Qingxiao's long hair fell to her ears, and his hands were on Luo Han's shoulders. His sleeves naturally fell, pressing Luo Han's cuffs, and Luo Han almost covered him under his body.

Even if Luo Han was inexperienced, he knew that this posture was not good. She turned her face and coughed lightly, and said, "He's gone."

Ling Qingxiao was also too embarrassed to look at Luo Han directly. He apologized, then straightened up from the table, and turned his back immediately: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend just now that it happened suddenly."

"I know." Luo Han suddenly lost his strength and stayed on the case slowly, before he felt his mind returned to his place, "For the sake of the task, I understand that everything is urgent."

Ling Qingxiao turned her back to Luo Han and was about to say something when suddenly the tip of her ears moved. The master in the bednet heard the movement and was about to wake up.

Ling Qingxiao's expression changed, and he turned around and signaled Luo Han to leave quickly. However, Luo Han hasn't stood up yet, and will not react at all for a while. Seeing that the people inside were about to open the curtain, Ling Qingxiao couldn't control much, so he leaned over and picked up Luo Han, quickly opened the back window and jumped out.

Master Liu, who was sleeping inside, opened the bed net, hammering his head and murmured, "Did I lower the curtain before going to bed? Hey, why did the rear window open? I said it was so cold, it turned out that the window was open..."

At this moment, Ling Qingxiao flew out from the rear window, tapped his feet on the edge of the window, and flew lightly and steady over the many rooms. If he was shocked, he couldn't tell that he was still holding a person in his hands.

Luo Han was hugged horizontally and his back was completely suspended. She was instinctively afraid of falling, so she could only be forced to grab Ling Qingxiao's shoulder: "Where are we going?"

"Go to the room of the demon with a scar on his face."

"How do you know where he is?"

"They said when they left just now, Tianzi No.4 C." While speaking, Ling Qingxiao landed on the railing lightly, and he slammed his finger against the rear window, and then opened the window neatly.

Luo Han was stunned when he looked at this set of operations that were so fluent and natural.

Luo Han couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Is it too proficient... Is this a racial talent?"

Ling Qingxiao copied straight from outside and flew over, one step ahead of Scar Man. There was no one in the house at the moment. After he stood firm, he quickly searched for a suitable hiding place, and finally fancy a curtain.

This drapery is sandwiched between the pillars of the room and the wardrobe. It is long and hangs down. It encloses a small independent space between the pillars and the wardrobe, which is difficult to see from the outside. And here is also close to the rear window, if there is an accident, you can break the window at any time.

After Ling Qingxiao stuffed Luo Han into the veil, when she heard her words, he said helplessly: "What kind of racial talent, don't talk nonsense."

"It's not a racial talent. Could it be that your practice makes perfect?" Luo Han raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Look at your prying doors, turning windows, and hiding yourself. You are so proficient. If I didn't know your experience, I would You have to suspect that you have been acting, but you are actually a veteran in love."

"No." Ling Qingxiao retorted with a serious expression, "This is a very basic body technique."

Luo Han meant to tease him, but he explained it seriously, but Luo Han embarrassed to continue. She continued, there is always a sense of guilt of bullying honest people.

Ling Qingxiao cleaned up the scene and put down the curtains. As the curtain fell, the light suddenly dimmed, and the two seemed to be able to hear their breath.

Luo Han felt embarrassed inexplicably, she took a step back, trying to increase the distance between the two people, but unexpectedly there was a small step behind, she tripped and almost fell. The space in the gap was limited. Luo Han fell so that his head hit the wall directly. Just when she was about to touch her, she stretched out a hand from the back of her head and put it firmly between her and the wall.

Ling Qingxiao stretched his arms in front of her. His clothes today are long sleeves. In this way, Luo Han seems to be surrounded by him in a small independent world. The light in the curtain was dim, and Ling Qingxiao looked down at her with beautiful eyes, "Be careful."

Luo Han half leaned against the wall, with him in front and his hands behind. Luo Han didn't know where to put him. Finally she coughed slightly and asked, "Why haven't they come yet? Shouldn't we enter the wrong room?"

"This is indeed Tianzi No. 4 C." Ling Qingxiao frowned slightly and said, "It may be a delay on the road, wait a minute."

I don't know if Ling Qingxiao noticed that when he was thinking about things seriously, his face was serious and his eyes were extremely focused, which was actually very seductive.

Luo Han quickly turned his eyes off and tried to shrink himself a little smaller: "Then...what shall we do later?"

"I have seen a secret technique in classics called Meng Xinying." After Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, he coughed uncomfortably, "This secret technique has been lost for a long time, and not many people know it. Just take advantage of one. When the person’s mind is relaxed, when the person’s mind is relaxed, you can control the other person’s mind in a short time and ask them about things without a word of falsehood. After the spell is over, the other person will only think that they have a dream and will not doubt others. "

Luo Han knew that this was a high-end version of Veritaserum. Luo Han thought for a while along this line of thought, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "What you said is to use dream quotes when his mind is relaxed. Isn't it the relaxation I want?"

Ling Qingxiao's expression was awkward to the naked eye: "...Yes."

Luo Han sighed and looked at Ling Qingxiao with a new look: "A real person doesn't show his face, you can't see it. You can even know this kind of thing."

"What I saw when I flipped through the book, but I didn't mean to look for it."

"Then why can't I find this kind of book?" Luo Han deliberately molested, "You said before that there are all orthodox classics in the library, and there is no such thing as evil demon such as Charm Demon. Then why, there is a dream heart instead. Is it cited?"

"It's not in the library." Ling Qingxiao knew that she did it deliberately, but she still had nothing to do.

Luo Han was shown up close. She was about to say something when Ling Qingxiao suddenly reached out and blocked her lips: "Hush, someone is here."

Luo Han was silent immediately. After a while, there was a sound of walking outside the door, and suddenly the door was slammed open. Luo Han understood why the scarred man had been delayed for so long. It turned out that he had brought two women with him.

Hey, the Devil Realm is really open. Obviously there was only one in the corridor just now, and it was only a short while before that, it became a hug on the left and the right.

Fortunately, Scar Man didn't plan to flirt, so he went straight to the subject as soon as he came up. Luo Han was wondering whether to block her hearing for a while, when she suddenly saw Ling Qingxiao raising her hand and covering her ears again.

Luo Han looked up at Ling Qingxiao in amazement. Ling Qingxiao was very calm, and he lowered his eyes to motion to her to look at the communication token.

This token is produced by the Tiangong military. It has first-class confidentiality and has no spiritual fluctuations. Even if it is used at close range, there is no need to worry about being noticed. Luo Han lowered his head to check the news and found that Ling Qingxiao said: "Don't listen to evil, don't listen."

Luo Han was sour and replied without showing any weakness: "Public is public, and private is private. Please separate public and private affairs, so as not to affect my completion of the task."

Ling Qingxiao couldn't help but temporarily freed one hand to reply to the message: "I will use the dream quote at the right time, you don't have to worry about the task."

"Do you listen to me, but don't let me listen?"

"I didn't listen."

Luo Han was surprisingly angry: "How did you know when he arrived at that point if you didn't listen?"

Ling Qingxiao hadn't responded yet, and the groaning of the woman outside stopped abruptly, and the two people who were arguing about who should listen to them were shocked.

Luo Han almost instinctively, using his mouth gestures: "So fast?"

Ling Qingxiao understood her lip shape, and immediately glared at her.

What are you talking about, what are you up to, is this what the girl said?

Although he also felt that it was a bit too... quick.