Rescuing the Beautiful and Strong yet Miserable Second Lead Character

The magic envoy responsible for welcoming the relatives arrived, and a group of people rushed in, covered Feng Yujia with a hijab, and helped her walk out.

Feng Yujia's eyes suddenly darkened, her heart stretched, and her whole body stiffened.

She was going to be sent to the Demon God, a rumored brutal, murderous, perverse god. The fairy demon has been opposed since ancient times, if the demon **** sees her true identity...

The consequences could be disastrous.

Feng Yujia was nervous, and suddenly felt that her arm was being held. A soft voice came from around, whispering to Feng Yujia: "Don't be nervous, we will go to the shrine with the sending party."

After she finished speaking, she asked someone next to her, "Brother, don't you think?"

The man's voice sounded a little helpless: "You want to go too?"

"Of course." Luo Han suddenly became vigilant and said, "Are you planning to leave me behind? Brother, you love the new and dislike the old too quickly, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Ling Qingxiao patted Luo Han's head and said with a solemn face, "Don't say such things."

The two began to flirt and scold again. It was clear that Feng Yu Jia was the one who should be comforted, but now he was left aside, with no sense of existence. She raised her eyebrows helplessly under the hijab, and comforted herself that the young man was just about to be resuscitated and full of vitality, she understood.

A normal wedding will involve makeup reminding, welcoming, and worship, but now that the other party is the devil, these links are naturally omitted. Feng Yujia worshipped the ancestral shrine alone, and then, amidst the cheers of the crowd, boarded the float.

It is glory to be a maidservant to the demon god, even a nameless maid must sit on a float, blow around the city and send it to the temple after a week. This wedding was extremely imbalanced between the two parties. The man did not welcome his wife or visit the hall, and even the deity did not even show his face. However, the woman had to bring a generous dowry, which was sent to the Demon God Mansion by the father, brother and others respectfully.

Ling Qingxiao is the eldest brother, so he is naturally in the procession to get married. As an unfavored concubine, Luo Han could not have her part in this kind of appearance. No matter how, who made her hug her eldest brother's thigh.

In the eyes of the envy of the sisters, Luo Han boarded the wedding carriage and followed the long line to the Demon Palace.

Luo Han's current identity, surnamed Che, ranks sixth in the family, and has never been noticed. The Che family is not a big family, and the house is very far away from the temple. Had it not been for a saint in their generation, the Che family would not have the right to meet the demon **** in their lifetime.

As the little transparent Miss Six, Luo Han is even less known. Luo Han was sitting in the swaying carriage, thinking slowly that she left the Middle Ages shortly after the end of the Medieval War and returned to the Apocalypse. The age of the murals is later than the Middle Ages and has entered the ancient age. It stands to reason that the people inside. Don't know her.

But it is hard not to guarantee that there are soldiers around the Demon God who participated in the war that year, if they recognize Luo Han's face, it would be bad. However, Feng Yujia was sent to the Demon Palace, and Luo Han had to follow her. Once he came to the Demon God Palace, he would inevitably have to meet many old people.

This is an unsolvable situation. At this time, Luo Han is thankful that Miss Six is ​​a silent and weak temper. For a while, she excuses that people will block her face, and she will not look weird. Luo Han was thinking about how to cover her face when her car door was pushed open.

Ling Qingxiao pushed the door against the light and shadow and entered. After he came in, he locked the compartment with his backhand and imposed restrictions on the doors and windows. He is familiar and natural in this set of actions, locking doors and closing windows, as proficient as he was when he was prying windows in Hualou.

Luo Han tutted and said, "In broad daylight, the world is full of things, do you want to plot wrongdoing?"

Ling Qingxiao sat opposite Luo Han. Hearing her words, his face did not fluctuate, but his hand suddenly held Luo Han's arm and pulled her into his arms. Luo Han was caught off guard and exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

Ling Qingxiao had added a mute ban on the surroundings, and was not afraid of sound. Ling Qingxiao trapped Luo Han on her lap with a backhand, and said with a smile: "This is an unruly plot."

Luo Han was placed on Ling Qingxiao's lap, his arm was held by one hand, and the whole person was locked in Ling Qingxiao's arms. Luo Han made a profit and found that he had no resistance at all.

Her mana was weakened, and now she was a weak concubine lady, who could not be more powerful than a man. Luo Han gave up struggling, but lay down comfortably, and said, "Brother deliberately avoided the eyes and ears of others. It would be useless if I want to come and call for help. In that case, what brother wants to do, then do it."

Luo Han said that although these are jokes, they still have some sense of confidence. She knew what Ling Qingxiao wouldn't do, she was rather unscrupulous. Ling Qingxiao looked at the person on her lap, and suddenly nodded: "Okay. My younger sister invited her, but she was disrespectful for her brother."

Ling Qingxiao said, holding her hand and leaning in close. Luo Han panicked for a moment, but he was more likely to win. She didn't hide, and Ling Qingxiao didn't hide. The two of them got closer and closer, and they could feel each other's breathing.

Luo Han couldn't help it. She wanted to retreat. Only then did she find that her hands were imprisoned and her legs were not able to use her strength. It was a state of artificial knife making me a fish. Luo Han blinked, looked directly at Ling Qingxiao's eyes, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

This posture made Luo Han instinctively uneasy, but she had inexplicable self-confidence in her heart. She still had the chance to win, and said, "You won't."

No man can stand the agitation in this situation, especially Ling Qingxiao has been planning for a long time, and immediately leaned over to Luo Han's lips and drove straight in. Luo Han was bitten on her lower lip, and she couldn't react. It was not until she felt that Ling Qingxiao seemed to be testing her teeth, and finally came back to her senses.

She immediately went to push Ling Qingxiao, but her hand was buckled on the carriage, and her waist was half-hanging. Ling Qingxiao only needed a little effort, and she couldn't get rid of it at all.

Luo Han couldn't hide and couldn't avoid it, struggling and struggling still, biting Ling Qingxiao's lips in anger. Ling Qingxiao ignored her completely, instead, taking advantage of the gap where she opened her teeth, she gently pulled off her tiger teeth.

When the two separated, Ling Qingxiao's lower lip was already bloodshot. He didn't care, but stared at Luo Han's red and moist lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

Luo Han was struggling with his wrist again, and finally pulled it out smoothly this time. As soon as she was free, she hurriedly helped the carriage to sit, and distanced herself from Ling Qingxiao. Although Ling Qingxiao had just imprisoned her, she didn't hurt Luo Han. She moved her wrist and said in grief, "Why does it restrict me but not you?"

Luo Han fought against Ling Qingxiao with the power of a mortal, no one can beat it. The blood on Ling Qingxiao's lips condensed into thin wisps. His color was as clear as snow, but now his lips were stained with bright red, which instantly lightened his appearance.

Yan Jue is close to the demon, even full of color.

Under the big action just now, Luo Han's hair fell apart. Ling Qingxiao stretched out her hand and brushed Luo Han's broken hair, then moved her fingers down and slid her hair to her neck, lingering on her chin: "It may be because of a conflict of laws."

Luo Han got a little itchy, grabbing Ling Qingxiao’s fingers, and asked, "What are you doing here? Could it be that?"

Ling Qingxiao even nodded. Luo Han was speechless for a while, Ling Qingxiao smiled lightly, sat next to her, stretched out her hand to wrap her around, and said, "I'm here. I originally wanted to talk to you about the mural."

Luo Han was surprised, and didn't even care about Ling Qingxiao's movements: "Do you know what painting this is?"

"The Che's loyal to the gods." Ling Qingxiao said, "I guessed when I was outside, but the incident happened suddenly and I was involved before I could tell. After I came in, I heard them claiming to be Che's family, and I was sure. NS."

"The Che's is a **** map." Luo Han muttered to himself, and then humbly asked for advice, "What is this talking about?"

Ling Qingxiao's eyebrows moved lightly, revealing some meaningful expressions: "Tell me about the death of the devil."

Luo Han's eyebrows jumped, and he blurted out: "What?"

"I originally thought that this was a different version of the legendary story. There are many schools of demon beliefs. In order to strengthen their persuasiveness, some sects will adapt miraculous legends to varying degrees. Before today, I originally thought that the Ches were dedicated to the gods. The picture is just one of the compilations."

Luo Han opened his eyes and looked at him, waiting for his next words. Ling Qingxiao did not sell Guanzi, and said directly: "As you can see, the general plot of the Che Clan’s Fengshen Picture is that there is a saint from the Che Clan who was dedicated to the temple. On the night of the banquet, the Che Clan’s girl did not wait for the Demon God, because The Demon God disappeared inexplicably. After the Demon God left, the Demon Clan could not find the reason for the Demon God’s disappearance, so he painted the incident as a mural, prayed day and night, and hoped that the Demon God would change his mind and return to them again."

Luo Han was shocked when she thought of the red dress painted on the woman, and asked: "The girl of the Che family at the wedding..."

"He was placed on an altar, his blood vessels were cut open, and the blood was drained to death. Not only the eldest daughter of the Che family, but the other daughters of the Che family were all taken as sacrifices and sacrificed to the gods with blood, bleeding alive to death."

Luo Han thought of the sixth daughter of the Che Clan who he played, and Feng Yujia in the wedding car in front of him, feeling extremely heavy.

Luo Han finally understood, and murmured: "No wonder there is such a heavy dead spirit on the altar, no wonder the murals will give rise to the nether butterfly, it turns out that it is because of the living sacrifices. In this way, this mural is extremely ominous, and we can't stay for long. , I have to find a way to leave."

"This is natural." Ling Qingxiao said, "According to my guess, forcibly breaking away from the murals may lead to prohibition. Such murals that use living people to worship are extremely evil, and coupled with the fact that they have been buried in the ground for so many years, what will happen is not guaranteed. If it is not a last resort, it is best not to forcefully leave."

Luo Han nodded: "Okay. Then what shall we do next?"

"The Che's Deity Picture is roughly divided into four parts, namely, the wedding, the feast, the fall of the gods, and the resurrection. It was the first part at the Che family just now, and we are now between the first part and the second part. It will not take long. You will reach the magic temple."

Luo Han nodded, if he realized something. She thought for a while, and asked in a low voice, "How did the devil die?"

Ling Qingxiao's face was serious, and she slowly shook her head, "I'm not sure yet. I will tell you after I reach the Demon Temple."

Ling Qingxiao wouldn't be aimless, he said that there was speculation, so many of them would not be separated from each other. Luo Han put the matter down and changed another important topic: "You have been on the front lines of the Middle Ages for 500 years and participated in many battles. It is estimated that many people from the Demon Clan know you. Now the Demon God is still alive and cannot keep other people. It's alive. You go to the Demon Temple, will you..."

Luo Han has only been on the medieval battlefield for three years and spent most of his time cultivating in the mountains. Not many people know her. However, Ling Qingxiao led his troops to the battle and went deep into the front line. There must be a lot of people who have seen Ling Qingxiao.

Ling Qingxiao also thought about this problem. He shook his head and said, "It's okay. Avoidance is useless, and facing up to difficulties is the solution. The mystery of leaving the murals may lie in these people. In any case, I will personally meet them. Will them."

This can only be done for the present. Luo Han was just talking about the mural, and suddenly jumped to the topic without warning, and asked: "How is the wound on your mouth? Is it still painful?"

After Luo Han reminded him, Ling Qingxiao remembered that there was a wound on his lips. He didn't care, and said: "It's healed."

"Really?" Luo Han was skeptical, "Obviously there is still blood on it."

Luo Han stretched out his hand and gently touched Ling Qingxiao's wound. He couldn't see it, but when he touched it now, Luo Han realized that the wound had indeed healed. Only the dried blood stains on his lips, which looked like a wound, confused Luo Han.

Luo Han's fingers touched Ling Qingxiao's lips, and there was a tingling sensation. Ling Qingxiao reached out to hold Luo Han's restless hand, and suddenly jumped to another unrelated topic: "You said there are three steps to love. Now, are we all done?"

Luo Han recalled what she had said. In order to stabilize Ling Qingxiao, she said that she must first fall in love to get married, and that love must go through the steps of holding hands, hugging, and kissing. She said casually at the time, but Ling Qingxiao really used a ruler to measure her.

Luo Han was embarrassed and forcedly explained: "It can't be counted like this."

"Which step is not counted?" Ling Qingxiao asked back, staring at her closely, quite a posture that Luo Han immediately made up for after Luo Han said it.

Luo Han froze for a while, then suddenly utterly arrogant: "Who said it's done, there are still a few steps left."

A smile appeared in Ling Qingxiao's eyes, but her expression was indistinguishable, and asked, "Which one is still short of it?"

Luo Han said several steps, but Ling Qingxiao directly asked which step. Luo Han was silent for a moment, twisting his arm vigorously.

The dragon clan had thick skin and thick flesh. Ling Qingxiao didn't care about this strength. He even worried that Luo Han would hurt himself. Seeing her deflated, Ling Qingxiao hurriedly held her hand and guarded it carefully: "Beware of cutting your nails. Didn't it hurt?"

Luo Han shook his head and said no. With her movements, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the sound of ritual music suddenly became louder.

Although I didn't see it, Luo Han knew that the temple had arrived.

When the wedding team arrived at the temple, Ling Qingxiao, the eldest brother, finally remembered his obligation and went outside to walk the process. When he opened the door, people outside were shocked to see Da Langjun coming out of Miss Six’s carriage.

The attendants didn't even know when Da Langjun entered.

Next, there will be a big banquet in the magic hall, which is also the climax of the whole painting-Elysium. The family of the bridegroom also attended the banquet, Luo Han walked in among the crowd, his eyes moved, but he saw an acquaintance.

No wonder they haven't found Feng Yuchen. It turned out that he was sent to the Demon Temple and became a trainee envoy.

Luo Han thought for a while, and felt that this mural matched his identity really accurately. Feng Yuchen is arrogant and has high eyes and low hands, just like a demon messenger, but with his abilities, he can only be a trainee.

Even though the Che family had a saint, in the eyes of the Demon Temple, the identity was still very infamous. The Che family is nominally her natal family, but the seat is in the very back corner. But this was just right for Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao. They both picked a seat by the window and backlit, and took a low-key seat.

All the ceremonies of the Mozu were at night, and the auspicious time had arrived, and Feng Yujia took off his hijab and dragged a long dress and walked into the hall. She walked to the front step in the eyes of everyone, half-kneeled on the ground, and obediently accepted the judgment of the demon priest. The priest of the demon **** can face the demon god, and he has a very high status in the demon clan. He stood in the middle of the high platform and said that it is their glory to be able to serve the gods, and then he must be obedient and loyal to the gods, and finally took out a pen , Tap Feng Yujia's eyebrows lightly, and the etiquette is complete.

A flaming red logo appeared on Feng Yujia's eyebrows, which was a symbol of the saint, and only the saint had a red flame on the eyebrows. The audience made enviable voices, Feng Yujia's mission was completed, and she was helped by a bunch of people and sent to the sleeping hall, and soon she couldn't see it.

Before Feng Yujia left, she quickly glanced at the location of Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao. Luo Han nodded gently to Feng Yujia, signalling Feng Yujia to be calm, and when the Demon God appeared, they would go to the new house to help Feng Yujia.

Feng Yujia relaxed, her shoulders relaxed slightly. Feng Yujia's figure quickly disappeared. After the saint was gone, the people in the hall had no scruples and started to have fun.

Luo Han watched the men and women at the table in front of them talking and putting his hands into each other's clothes. Luo Han was shocked. When she turned her head, she found that the same was true in other places. Everyone was lying or standing, their clothes half untied, and there was even a gasp in the shadows.

She thought that the last time she attended the banquet in Lei Lie City was already messy enough, but she didn't expect the banquet in ancient times to be even more unconcealed.

Ling Qingxiao quickly covered Luo Han's eyes with her eyesight, and said, "The air here is not good, let's go out."

They are sitting on the border and sneaking out of the temple is very convenient. But after coming out, all kinds of ambiguous gasps became more and more, and people in the field were everywhere.

Luo Han was shocked again. Ling Qingxiao's expression was very bad. He wrapped Luo Han's eyes and ears with his sleeves and said, "Let's change another place."

Luo Han endured a smile and said: "Now I am afraid that there are wild mandarin ducks everywhere in the Demon Temple. Let's go directly to Feng Yujia."

Ling Qingxiao nodded. The two of them walked towards the sleeping hall following the direction where Feng Yujia had left. The Demon God is indulging in sensuality, and there are more than ten places in the sleeping hall alone. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao don't know which one Feng Yujia went to, so they can only look for them one by one.

The sleeping halls are endless, covering a wide area, and the corridors are painted with rich colors, all of which are all kinds of male and female movements. Luo Han walked all the way and sighed sincerely: "There is a specialization in the art industry, and it is still a devil professional."

Living in this environment, it is not difficult to guess what life the people of the Demon Temple usually live. Ling Qingxiao coughed and said, "You are still young, don't look at this kind of thing."

"Whoever says I am young, I am already 21 years old. A mortal can marry at the age of fifteen. It is sisters of the Cha family, whose physical age is only sixteen or seventeen. This is a normal thing."

Whether eighteen or twenty-one, there is no difference to Ling Qingxiao. However, he secretly expanded the murals in his mind, and every time he came to the Demon Realm, he could broaden a lot of theoretical knowledge.

The two of them passed through the corridor, just turned the corner, and suddenly saw someone walking with a lamp on the opposite side. The person surrounded in the middle was the Demon God.

Ling Qingxiao immediately embraced Luo Han and hid in the shadows. The Demon God heard the voice and turned his head, and the attendant beside him raised his voice and asked, "Who?"

A messenger was ordered and ran over to check. After the demon envoy came to the corridor, both sides were empty and there was no figure. The demon envoy secretly became vigilant, he walked two steps in the corridor, and suddenly opened the door beside him.

Inside, a pair of men and women were awakened. They were disheveled. The woman hurriedly looked for clothing to cover her body. The man stood up and looked at the magician with fear. Seeing that it was his familiar face, the magic envoy was skeptical and asked: "Why are you here?"

The man hesitated: "My lord, we...we..."

Needless to say, the magician also knows why. With a sharp gaze, he slowly swept across the room and asked, "Are there only you two here? Did anyone come in just now?"

The man turned his head, looked at the empty window behind, the heavy curtains, and said, "No."

The enchantress paced slowly in the room, and suddenly he lifted the black and red curtains beside him, but there was no one inside. The magic envoy was a little surprised, but he set off a few more places, but found nothing.

The magician thought that he might be too tight, and he started to be suspicious. The magic envoy let go and walked slowly towards the door.

Ling Qingxiao circled Luo Han and moved the place urgently. Just when they moved away, the magic envoy opened the place just now. Luo Han's heart is so dangerous, she clings to the wall, quietly hiding in the curtain.

The curtains of the demons are gorgeous and thick, and they are not light-transmitting. Ling Qingxiao was listening attentively to the movement outside, her eyes focused, her lips slightly pursed. Luo Han stared at Ling Qingxiao's smooth and light jaw line, suddenly got bad thoughts, and reached out to tease Ling Qingxiao's Adam's apple.

Ling Qingxiao was suddenly pulled back to his senses, he gave Luo Han a helpless look, and firmly held Luo Han's hand. Luo Han couldn't move his hands, so he stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of Ling Qingxiao's lips.

Ling Qingxiao glanced at Luo Han quietly and couldn't bear it. At this moment, the envoy was already standing at the door, and said to the man and woman who had been caught and raped: "This is the bedroom of the devil. You are so brave enough to defile the place of the devil. Don't hurry outside!"

The man hurriedly responded, and both ran away with hands and feet. After the person left, the magic envoy looked around, saw that there was nothing left, and went back to his life with peace of mind.

After the people left, Luo Han planned to leave the curtain, and was held down just as he moved his shoulders. Ling Qingxiao stared at her closely, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you test it now?"

After hearing the dragon clan's grudge for a long time, Luo Han thought that this time he might have played a big game. She said with a serious face and said: "Don't make trouble, the devil is going to the sleeping hall soon, we must hurry to save Feng Yujia."

"No hurry." Ling Qingxiao said, bowing her head and said, "I just saw a picture, I have been puzzled, just to help you understand."

Luo Han's eyes widened, and when he was about to question what picture he saw, someone caught his lips. Luo Han felt that Ling Qingxiao had really supplemented the theoretical knowledge, his lips pressed tightly, he wandered around, tried all angles, and his thoughts were still unstoppable.

Luo Han was about to suffocate at this time, Ling Qingxiao panted against Luo Han's forehead, with a sense of enlightenment in her eyes: "It turns out that it is."

He even comprehended by analogy and wanted to understand many other descriptions. Luo Han breathed evenly, and when he heard the words, he bit Ling Qingxiao's punch.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to do business."

When Luo Han talked about business, Ling Qingxiao thought that Feng Yujia was still alone in the Devil's Sleeping Hall.

The author has something to say: Ling Qingxiao: No hurry.

Feng Yujia: ...? ? ?