C31 Stay at the Hotel

Qing Bai carried Ling Yu, and Ting Ao stood beside him. Changshan followed behind them, and just like that, the four of them leisurely descended the mountain.

The human world at the foot of the mountain had been thrown into chaos for some unknown reason. Human disasters and natural disasters had occurred continuously.

It was said that the Mortal Realm had been inexplicably affected, but in fact, the other six realms were not at peace either. Starting from the Devil Realm, the crisis had even spread to the Celestial Realm.

Qing Bai knew that there was nothing he could do. He could not save all living things and save them from the sea of suffering, nor could he fight with the mastermind behind all of this. He was just an ordinary person from another world, and all he could do now was listen to the male lead's commands.

He could only hope that this had nothing to do with Ting Ao. After all, his ultimate goal was to rule the seven worlds, not destroy them.

After the four of them descended the mountain, they continued heading northwest. Wherever they went, the scene didn't reach a tragic state. Indeed, the further they went northwest, the stronger the smell of demons became.

Although they tried their best to disguise themselves as ordinary people, the combination of three handsome men with a little boy was so strange that no matter where Qing Bai and his group went, they were the center of attention.

Ling Yu kept shouting for Qing Bai to carry him as he walked, but unfortunately, Ling Yu's weight didn't match his appearance, so even Qing Bai found it difficult to carry him. "Ling Yu, do you want to come down and walk for a while?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to. I want Martial Uncle to hug me," Ling Yu relied on his childish appearance to act like a spoiled child. He rubbed his saliva on Qing Bai's face and said, "Martial Uncle, hug me. Ling Yu can't walk anymore."

Qing Bai could keenly sense that the male lead was angry again, his veins were bulging out, and he looked like he was on the verge of exploding. Thinking about how Ting Ao was in a special period recently, although he didn't know why he was angry, he still subconsciously wanted to curry favor with him, "Ting Ao, are you not feeling well? Otherwise, we..."

Ting Ao suddenly stretched out his hand as if he wanted to take Ling Yu from his arms, but Ling Yu quickly dodged his hand. He fluttered in Qing Bai's arms and shouted, "I don't want Senior Brother Ao! I want Martial Uncle! I want Martial Uncle!"

Seeing Ling Yu's bean-sized tears flowing like water, Qing Bai could only comfort the ancestor in his arms and coax him: "Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle, hug. Ling Yu, be good, don't cry, don't cry."

Ling Yu wrapped his arms around Qing Bai's neck, and his breath sprayed onto Qing Bai's collar. It was warm and sticky, and it gave Qing Bai a strange feeling. It was numb, spreading from his chest to his limbs, and then back to his heart.

Could it be that from White Cloud Abbey to Mortal Realm, he had come into contact with the aura of fireworks in the mortal world, keeping him warm?

Just as Qing Bai was casting aside his strange thoughts, he suddenly felt his arms lighten. It was Changshan, who had been standing behind him, carrying Ling Yu away. Qing Bai felt Changshan's cold fingers touch his neck, and the strange feeling in his heart immediately disappeared.

Changshan said: "Martial Uncle, you must be tired. Let me hug you."

When they were going down the mountain, Qing Bai noticed that Changshan's complexion was not very good. The place where he had touched him just now still had a cold touch to it, and he was a little worried about him. "Chief... You..."

Damn it, he seemed to have forgotten Changshan's name. What was his name again?

Changshan was also stunned, and laughed: "Martial Uncle, I am Chenyun."

For some reason, Qing Bai felt that Changshan looked especially good when he smiled, but he subconsciously wanted to avoid his smile. The word "Chenyun" was so familiar. He felt like he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember...

"This is the place," Ting Ao stopped in front of the door called Pleasing Tavern. "The smell stops here."

Along the way, they followed a strange aura that was mixed with demonic Qi. It seemed to have formed a magnetic field around them, causing the nearby residents to be infected with the plague.

The smiling waiter Lian Qing Bai and the others immediately welcomed them warmly and asked, "Are the four of you here for a fight or for a hotel?"

"Stay in the inn," Qing Bai replied, and under the waiter's shining eyes, he said, "One room is enough."

The waiter thought that he had misheard and asked again, "Are the four of you together?"

"Yes, together." Bai said.

"One room?" The waiter repeated.

"Yes." Qing Bai nodded firmly in the waiter's surprise.

The waiter thought to himself that the three young masters looked at the Immortal Bone of Wind as if they were otherworldly, especially the one who spoke in green. It was truly rare to see him in the mortal world. Unfortunately, he had such weird habits.

Seeing that Qing Bai had already gone upstairs, Ting Ao pulled on the waiter's sleeve and said in a low voice, "I want the biggest and most expensive room here."

The waiter carefully put away the silver ingots that Ting Ao stuffed into his pocket and smiled, "Watch carefully, you."

Qing Bai felt that something like silver had to be spent on points. Instead of spending it on a hotel, it was better to just eat it. Besides, they were out to kill demons, not to visit relatives. He didn't know what would happen in this inn, so it was better for the four of them to stay together.

The waiter brought them to the room. It was very big, and Qing Bai was very satisfied. After a while, Ling Yu cried out that he was hungry, so Ting Ao brought him down to eat. He did not insist that Qing Bai carry him;

For some reason, Qing Bai felt weak all over, especially at his neck. He felt as if there were two auras fighting, so he did not follow them down and said that he wanted to rest for a while.

Ting Ao carried Ling Yu downstairs, and Ling Yu's big eyes flashed, causing the female guests to want to reach out and hug him.

"Don't go too far." Ting Ao put the prawn dumplings into Ling Yu's bowl, but his words did not have the slightest bit of concern.

"What does Senior Brother Ao mean? There are more than one or two things that make Senior Brother angry." Ling Yu's eyes were already narrowed into slits.

"You shouldn't have absorbed Chenyun's spiritual qi. What good would it do you if he revealed his true form?"

Ling Yu snorted, "You losing a helper is very beneficial to me."

"Ling Yu," Ting Ao tried his best to suppress his anger. "In another three months, you will leave in the end. There is no point in doing these things."

Ling Yu laughed, "Three months is enough. What's the point of Senior Brother and Martial Uncle being together for so many years?"

"With the appearance of the True Dragon, the Merfolk will be in an even more dangerous situation. I can protect you..."

Ling Yu did not care about the olive branch that Ting Ao threw out, and continued to laugh: "There is no need for the Demon God to worry about the Merfolk. Right now, the Devil Realm is in chaos, and there are more and more non-humans who are not willing to submit to you. Furthermore, the Demon Path has suddenly become unimpeded, and the swarm of non-humans must have made you spend a lot of effort. Your Majesty, you should worry about yourself."

The seven-year-old child in front of him seemed to have suddenly grown up into a beautiful Merfolk Emperor. He lived in the deep sea, at the end of the full moon, nourished by the spiritual energy of all things, amused by killing and bloodthirst, insufferably arrogant, proud and fearless of all things.