On the side of the demon-loving mountain, the north wind whistled, and the continuous heavy snow flew like white feathers, which soon covered the black and bare rocks.

The messy horseshoe prints are dotted on the black and white ground, like a little bit of ink accidentally spilled on a landscape painting.

Li Liqun looked at the vast white snow, and stretched out his hand to block Tang Jindao, who was headed by Feng Xuechao.

"Young leader, the heavy snow is about to close the mountain, and the brothers are exhausted physically and mentally after rushing for a few days. If we can't break the Demon Realm before tomorrow, I'm afraid there is no hope."

Tang Jin looked up at the sky with a blank expression.

Heavy snow fell from the heart of the sky, and on the top of the capped mountain, black eagles circled home.

Li Liqun looked at the person in front of him with a sculpted profile, and couldn't help but blink.

His face was clean and variegated, and the snowflakes lightly fell on the slender eyelashes and trembled with his breathing, which complemented the dark and dark eyes that were clearly drawn in black and white, which suppressed the handsome features, adding a hint of lingering.

The fluffy white fox scarf slightly covered his smooth lower jaw, as if the ink was left blank, and the meaning was still unfinished.

Li Liqun couldn't help but admire him, no wonder many girls in the martial arts admire Tang Jin.

Some people seem to be particularly favored by the gods. They were born in the supreme martial arts world. They have a distinguished status, and are born with extraordinary bones. They can't reach the level of martial arts that ordinary people can't reach even after all their lives, but they have become top masters before they are weak. , Now it seems that even the appearance is impeccable, which is really enviable.

No wonder Tang Wu couldn't help but feel proud whenever he mentioned the Young Leader.

If this was his son, he would have to show it off.

Really fucking people are more popular than dead people.

Suddenly, Tang Jin covered the corner of his mouth and coughed a few times, and Li Liqun was a little surprised: "Young master, are you okay?"

Tang Jin put down his sleeves and said indifferently: "Nothing, the entrance to the Demon Realm is just ahead, and the sight is unclear due to the wind and snow, and the guards will inevitably slack off. This is a good time for a sneak attack. I instruct everyone to move forward immediately and pay attention to concealment."

"Yes."

Devil's Headquarters

The wind and snow drifted into the corridor through the open curtain, and the guard in front of the door rubbed his hands and sighed.

"The first snow came early this year."

"Yeah, in previous years, it would only snow in the late ten days, so you can add more clothes when you work at night."

A guard whispered gossip.

"What kind of tendons do you think this saintess is wrong? The sect master loves her so much, and the precious gold, silver, silk and satin treasures that are delicious and spicy are offered, and the male pet warms the bed. This is not satisfied, and you want to run away?"

Another guard quickly warned: "You don't want your head anymore, you dare to talk about the saint. If someone else hears and tells the leader, it's not an exaggeration to divide the body by five horses."

While the two were chatting, the stone door behind them slowly opened, and they immediately straightened up and looked ahead.

The two maids who delivered the food came out with their heads bowed, holding the food box.

The maids of the Demon Sect are all heavily made up, and now they wear fur coats in winter, the furry squirrel fur collar slightly covers their face, and under the fine bangs, the thick and bright eyes can be seen.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the window, and the sky was dark and it was almost evening. The guard hurriedly glanced at the demon tattoo on the maid's hand, and continued to guard the door.

The two maids went down the long steps to the first floor holding the food box. Seeing that there was no one around, they immediately ran to the hidden place outside the main altar to put the food box down, and hurriedly took out the cloak from the thick clothes.

Luo Wuxie whispered, "Miss Yu, your hands are so skillful, those guards really didn't recognize me as a man."

Yu Qian smiled triumphantly: "This is the first disguise technique."

Under the heavy makeup, the features of the facial features are already weakened, coupled with the lack of lighting, the obstruction of fur and bangs, as long as the appearance is slightly more marked, people will look the same.

She tied the double-sided cloak specially made these days on her body and explained.

"When it gets darker, we will climb to the hillside next to the mountain gate when the guards change shifts. Remember to change the cloak at that time, with the white side facing outwards. It's snowing and it's late now. No matter how good his vision is, as long as he covers it They can't find us."

There must be someone watching from the side of the secret path. If they want to go out, they can only leave through the main entrance of the mountain gate.

At that time, they only need to climb up from the hidden place on the inner side of the mountain gate, and then climb down the mountain gate along the rope to leave the demon realm.

Although the martial arts of the two are not good, their lightness skills are more than enough for mountain climbing.

Although escaping from under the watchful eyes of the guards is risky, but at this time the snow is flying, and it is difficult to be found in the white clothes and mountains, so there is still hope for a gamble.

They were well prepared this time, with cloaks, ropes, and even sweet potatoes to satisfy their hunger on the road, just waiting for the first snow day.

Luo Wuxie nodded, blinking a pair of smoky eyes and confidently said: "Although we failed twenty-one times before, I think we will be able to escape this time."

Hua Qian patted his shoulder without saying a word: "Shut up, don't set the flag again."

Although Hua Qian knew that Luo Wuxie trusted her very much, but every time his mouth seemed to be opened up, full of reverse buffs, she didn't believe in ghosts and gods and felt a little panicked.

There was silence in the main altar, and it seemed that no one had noticed that they were missing.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Hua Qian tugged at Luo Wuxie's arm: "Let's go."

"Um."

The two of them bent their bodies and trot along the corner of the wall, but they ran down the steps to the main altar very smoothly.

Luo Wuxie looked at the silent surroundings and whispered in a puzzled voice: "Why do you feel a little strange..."

Seeing that Luo Wuxie also found something was wrong, Hua Qian felt even more uneasy.

Today's guards seem to be much more lax than usual, and there is almost no one there.

But at this moment, they couldn't care so much anymore, victory was just around the corner, after the two left the main altar, they let go of their maids and ran desperately towards the mountain gate.

Seeing that the mountain gate was close at hand, suddenly there was a sound of instigation coming through the air, Luo Wuxie quickly pulled Huaqian back, and in the next second, a hidden weapon was pierced on the ground he was stepping on just now.

On the hillside, the enchanting figure leaned against the tree and smiled charmingly.

"Where is the saint going?"

Hua Qian and the others turned around and were about to run back. When they turned their heads, three rows of guards stood behind them with long halberds in their hands and looked at them expressionlessly.

Hua Qian: "..."

Luo Wuxie: "..."

The twenty-second escape was successful and unsuccessful.

"when!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Hua Qian grabbed the iron railing and shouted angrily: "Yao Wan, if you arrest someone, arrest him, what's the point of putting me in a dungeon?"

Yaowan put her arms around her arms and smiled coquettishly: "My lord, you have misunderstood my family. How could my family dare to imprison you without the order of the leader?"

Hua Qian was taken aback when he heard this, and immediately retorted: "Brother promised to let me go as long as I can go out by my own ability, how could he lock me up!"

"The slaves don't know~"

Luo Wuxie also grabbed the iron railing: "Young girl Yaowan, is there any misunderstanding in this, or please ask the leader brother to clarify."

Getting along these days, Luo Wuxie's affection for Hua Heng has doubled. Hua Heng is gentle, refined, prudent, and has no connection with the rumored brutal leader of the Demon Cult.

And he loves Huaqian so much that Luo Wuxie can't help but think of Luo Wuchen whom he hasn't seen for a long time.

As time passed, he also called Hua Heng the Big Brother of the Demon Cult.

Yaowan looked at Luo Wuxie's heavily made-up and delicate face, smiled with her lips curled up, and approached the cell with a twisted waist, her voice numb to the bone.

"My little cutie~ I didn't expect you to have a special flavor when you pretend to be a woman. Oh, by the way, the leader didn't say that he would put you in a dungeon, or you go out with your sister, and she will play with you in a man's disguise~"

Seeing that her slender and sharp fingertips were about to hook Luo Wuxie's chin, Luo Wuxie was so frightened that she withdrew her hand and stumbled back to the wall, stammering.

"No, no, no, I'm fine here."

"Why~ I'm not a scourge."

Yao Wan didn't tease him any more, and with a soft snort she withdrew her hands and twisted her waist to leave.

"Then you guys just stay here, my sister still has important things to do, so I won't play with you~"

The cold door lock sounded, and Hua Qian kicked on the railing angrily: "Fuck!"

Seeing that she was angry, Luo Wuxie patted her on the shoulder and comforted her.

"Girl Fish, why don't we just rest here for the night, anyway, I see that there are quilts, tea, cakes and everything here, the leader probably didn't really want to detain us for too long, maybe he will put us back tomorrow. Keep up the good work, we will definitely have a chance to escape."

Hua Qian was taken aback when she heard his words. She was anxious and didn't pay attention to it just now, but now she turned her head and saw that the table in the cell was covered with pastries of various colors, and there were several layers of soft and thick quilts on the two beds. Even the ground is extremely clean, it can be seen that it was cleaned in advance.

My brother had planned to lock them in for a long time.

Why?

The impetuousness dissipated in his heart, Hua Qian calmed down and thought carefully about Yaowan and the demon guards who suddenly appeared on the road when he left the main altar smoothly all the way, and the important things Yaowan said just now.

Brother is not a person who breaks promises, he will not suddenly lock himself up for no reason.

Huaqian sat by the bed and thought.

Could it be the internal turmoil in the Demon Cult?

No, not right.

If it is really a civil strife, it is meaningless to lock her in the dungeon, but it is more dangerous.

Under what circumstances would she be locked in a dungeon and pretend to be imprisoned?

Hua Qian frowned, and a thought flashed in his mind not long after.

"Oops!"

She jumped up abruptly and shouted, "It's a battle against demons!"

These words blurted out, and Hua Qian broke out in cold sweat.

If brother's plan to kill Tang Jin fails, people in the martial arts will know that she is forced to be imprisoned when they see themselves and Luo Wuxie imprisoned in the dungeon, then she will still be Yujimen after she is rescued.The fish goddess, not the demon saint.

Even though my brother thought it was foolproof, he still thought of a way out for her.

Isn't the battle of the demons coming next spring? Now that the mountains are covered by heavy snow, how could the Wulin League take the risk?

Huaqian doesn't know what's going on outside.

But remembering all the things just now, it was obvious that my brother had already arranged everything and just waited quietly for Tang Jin to step into the trap.

Her face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

Tang Jin...