36 Young Male Lead
Seeing Xie Hanjing getting closer and closer, Hua Lang's brain suddenly went blank.
The hands that were on her back and thighs were quickly withdrawn, only loosely clasping her, but as she sat on Xie Hanjing's legs, it seemed as if there was a warmth from someone unknown, penetrating through their clothes, tightly connecting them.
In order to maintain balance, Hua Lang subconsciously placed his hands on Xie Hanjing's shoulders. Their foreheads touched each other, and slowly, they seemed to forget to blink.
This dark deep sea seems like a sapphire lost in the night. While it is alluring, it also hides deadly dangers. The tangled aquatic plants underneath are like dark and sticky tentacles, tightly entangling anyone who tries to escape.
When their lips were about to touch, Xie Han's face turned pale. He suddenly turned his head slightly and pretended to kiss Hua Lang in a strange position.
Something brushed gently across Hua Lang's face.
Her whole body was as stiff as a board. She didn't know how much time had passed before she realized that it seemed to be Xie Hanjing's eyelashes.
I don't know how long I stayed in this position. The lights in the pub finally dimmed, the patrons slowly turned their eyes away, and the dense and noisy sounds suddenly disappeared as if the pause button was pressed.
They were "recognized".
The ghost on the table twisted his head, as if he had been deceived, and quickly gave up on Hua Lang and Xie Hanjing.
It jumped off the table swiftly and agilely, and left through the door in the blink of an eye.
Hua Lang groped in the dark and got off Xie Hanjing. As soon as the two separated, the tavern was lit up again.
Ignoring the dissatisfied looks from the drinkers, Hua Lang's heart was beating like a drum. He pretended to be busy fixing his hair, but then he seemed to remember something and put his hand down, hurried to the door, "I, I'll go see what's going on outside."
Her mind was like a mess, and the scene just now was the only thing she could see whether she opened her eyes or closed them.
Just to avoid ghosts!
Hua Lang slapped herself in her heart. She was really being unfair to the ruthless male protagonist by thinking like that.
Looking at Hua Lang's back, Xie Hanjing placed his hand on his chest, feeling the deeper cracks on the demon pill there, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face.
The door of the tavern was open, and the wind seemed to be even stronger than before, blowing sand into Hua Lang's face, causing a burning pain and successfully bringing his thoughts back to his mind.
Xie Hanjing caught up with Hua Lang in a few steps. He steadied his breath and tried to use his spiritual energy to separate the gravel. "Master, be careful of the wind and sand."
The yellow sand outside quickly attracted his attention. Xie Han frowned and said, "This sandstorm seems to have become even more severe."
"Something seems amiss." Hua Lang also noticed this. She clung to the door frame and looked out.
Several ghosts with big heads and small bodies were running through the street.
In the fierce wind, they didn't even shake. I don't know how they kept their balance.
Hua Lang's pupils shrank, and he was afraid of being discovered by the ghost again, so he dodged backwards suddenly, and ended up bumping into Xie Hanjing's chest.
Xie Hanjing reached out and supported Hua Lang. After waiting for a while, Hua Lang calmed down and looked out the door again.
Those ghosts ran to the side with a clear purpose, not paying any attention to Hua Lang who was peeking around.
Hua Lang was confused, "What's going on?"
Xie Hanjing looked at the direction the ghosts left and said, "They all seem to be heading towards the city center."
"City center?"
Xie Hanjing hummed, and said, "Looking at the direction of this storm, it seems to be coming from the center of the city."
Hua Lang felt something was wrong. "Does Yingcheng have sandstorms in previous years?"
Xie Han shook his head in shock, his expression not looking good either. "Most of the land around Yingcheng is frozen, and it hasn't thawed all year round, so there shouldn't be any sandstorms."
That's strange, because Sand City is a pool of dead water.
The water suddenly began to ripple. If it wasn't caused by internal factors, then it was very likely that there was some "interference source" that they didn't know about.
Hua Lang narrowed her eyes slightly and carefully identified the storm in the sky, but soon, a sense of pressure made her face change.
Hua Lang pulled Xie Hanjing over and said, "Run!"
The two of them immediately turned around and ran towards another exit of the tavern.
As soon as I opened the door, I was faced with a huge black head.
Before Hua Lang could react, a thin object as long as a hairpin flew out from behind him and pierced through Yigui's eyes.
"Let's go!" Xie Hanjing withdrew his hand. While Yigui was still pulling out the lamp, the two ran out of the tavern, not caring about the yellow sand blowing all over their heads and faces, and rushed directly to the street in one breath.
The pressure brought by the strange spiritual energy quickly approached the ground, and the tavern was torn apart layer by layer like thin paper, and instantly turned into a pool of yellow sand!
The yellow sand that was almost piling up into a small hill was sucked away by the moving storm, forming a new sandstorm.
These sandstorms are all man-made.
Someone who had already broken into the Sand City before them!
In the dim sky, Hua Lang saw a dense group of ghosts gathering in the distance based on the terrain.
Amidst the yellow sand, it seemed as if a dark swamp had formed.
And above the swamp, there seemed to be a barely visible black dot. These random yet powerful moves came from that place in the sky.
With such a powerful and majestic force, this person must be at least a Nascent Soul cultivator! Now that Xie Hanjing and I are one disabled and one crippled, how can we possibly compete with a Nascent Soul cultivator...
Seeing the sandstorm getting closer and closer, and Hua Lang staring at the inner city for a long time without saying a word, Xie Hanjing could only interrupt her and say, "Master, the city has collapsed. The key must still be somewhere that the sandstorm didn't destroy in time. We can't stay here for long."
Hua Lang withdrew his gaze and thought for a moment, "It seems that the south side has collapsed. Let's go out through the north gate."
The two hid their bodies and walked along the street towards the city gate, and indeed they walked out of the sandstorm area.
As soon as I stepped onto the street, a series of lanterns lit up. The stiff sand people on the street walked around and talked, but their eyes were fixed on the living people who were walking among them.
As they were almost at the city gate, Hua Lang stopped and turned her head to look to the side.
Xie Hanjing also turned around.
Hua Lang was staring at the back of a sandman, her expression pensive. She whispered, "All the sandmen on this street turned and stared at us, but this one was very strange. When he walked over from the street, I noticed he didn't make any movements."
Hearing this, Xie Hanjing also looked towards the figure standing in front of the stall.
He seemed to be a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old. Even in his sand form, one could tell that he had a tall and slender figure.
Hua Lang walked straight up and tilted her head to look at the sand man's face.
The more Xie Hanjing looked at him, the more familiar he felt. Before he could even utter the words "Master, don't..."
Hua Lang had already seen the sandman's facial features in a flash. She clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Wow!"
After repeatedly comparing the Sand Man and Xie Hanjing, Hua Lang exclaimed in amazement, "This Sand Man looks just like you."
After seeing Xie Han's shocked expression, Hua Lang suddenly had an idea and blurted out, "Could this be you?"
Xie Hanjing coughed lightly, neither admitting nor denying, trying to regain Hua Lang's attention and said, "Master, there's nothing to see here. Let's go."
Hua Lang naturally hadn't seen enough, so she said, "Wait, let me see what you are doing."
Following the sand man's gaze, I saw that the stall was filled with small dolls, and dresses the same size as the dolls were strung on a pole on the side, which looked delicate and cute.
Hua Lang was silent.
No way...
Isn't this an ancient version of Barbie?
Hey man, you actually like this?
Xie Hanjing also fell silent.
After watching for an unknown amount of time, the young sandman finally left the stall reluctantly. Judging from the direction he was heading, it seemed he was also heading towards the city gate.
Hua Lang looked up at the sky and hesitated, "Well, since he's on our way, why don't we go to your house and look for him first?"
Hua Lang definitely doesn't want to follow anyone, she just believes in the male protagonist's halo!
Along the way, Hua Lang stared at the sand man boy with great curiosity, wishing he could touch and poke him.
It was not until the two of them followed him into a house that Xie Hanjing breathed a sigh of relief and stood in front of Hua Lang, avoiding her sight.
He introduced, "Master, walk forward. The house opposite the courtyard is the main house. The wing rooms on the east and west sides of the corridor each have a small path leading to the garden..."
Hua Lang didn't remember anything after hearing this. She struggled to come to her senses and said, "Then let's start from the east and west. You and I will search for the key separately."
Xie Hanjing disagreed, "Master's cultivation is limited, and I think it is not appropriate to act separately."
Hua Lang said, "We're just separated by a courtyard. We can't really separate. Besides, the sandstorm is about to blow here. The most important thing is for you and me to find the key and leave here as soon as possible."
Since Hua Lang said so, Xie Hanjing had no choice but to agree.
As soon as they separated, Hua Lang couldn't wait to run to the main room opposite the main house. If she was not mistaken, the sand man boy should have entered this room!
Hua Lang pushed open the door, and several pairs of eyes stared at her.
The situation before me is quite interesting.
Several people were sitting steadily in the hall, all with their noses raised to the sky, while Xie Hanjing, who had the highest status, was standing at the door, as if he was being trained.
The voice imitated by Shacheng was weak and distorted. While Hua Lang was searching for the key, he did not forget to listen carefully to their conversation.
"...What does the vendetta against the Sky Fox have to do with...?"
"... Taking it in... is stupid, it's better to send it away...!"
"This hot potato... even if I'm grateful..."
Even the sandman Xie Hanjing had already pushed the door open and left, but the conversation continued.
Hua Lang's movements slowed down, her face full of shock.
She originally thought that Xie Hanjing had traveled to all the major sects with his men, but now it seemed that the truth was... he had been abandoned?!
After confirming that there was no key in the room, Hua Lang ran out impatiently.
There's no one in this room...
This room doesn't have...
After searching several rooms, Hua Lang still couldn't find the young man Xie Hanjing.
She caught a glimpse of a path out of the corner of her eye. Yes, the garden!
Hua Lang hurriedly walked into the path, and as soon as he turned the corner, he saw the young man Xie Hanjing who was admiring the flowers. But in front of Xie Hanjing stood a strange man.
Not in sandman form, a living, breathing human.
The man was leaning sideways, his posture dignified. His long hair, which was only pierced by two silver hairpins, was spotless and obscured his face.
At the same time, a familiar pressure came towards him.
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