Looking at the towering, mottled city walls in front of her and the cold moonlight at the top of the walls, Le Jiajia finally understood that she was sleepwalking again.
She came to the city wall alone in the middle of the night, barefooted and wearing a nightgown. She didn't have any consciousness during the whole process. It was as if there was a hidden force pulling her away from the comfortable bed and into the cold darkness.
The night wind blew up Le Jiajia's skirt, making her feel a little cold. She lowered her head, hugged her arms to her chest, and followed the night back to the dormitory prepared for the new soldiers in Hidden Demon City.
"It's getting worse. I've walked more than 30 kilometers today, almost leaving the city," Le Jiajia thought uneasily.
The distance of sleepwalking was not the key, the key was that no one stopped her in the heavily guarded Hidden Demon City.
Since the battle with the second son of the Flame Soul in the valley, Hidden Demon City had entered a state of high alert, and the number of patrolling soldiers had tripled. But Le Jiajia, wearing a nightgown and barefooted, was walking alone in the middle of the night without being noticed by any soldiers? This was simply impossible.
Unless she was sleepwalking, sneaking along the shadows, and when she encountered the guards, she hid herself in a dark corner, held her breath, and waited for the guards to leave before leaping out of the darkness like a cunning fox.
Le Jiajia did not dare to think about it anymore. She did not have sleepwalking when she was young. The first time she sleepwalked happened seven years ago, when she was just a little girl. She left home, wrapped in the blue wool blanket she had been carrying since she was a child, and walked a few kilometers alone to where the archives were located.
Later, she appeared in various places in Hidden Demon City from time to time. Sometimes she woke up and found herself in the weapons research and development center, sometimes she was next door to the meeting hall, and once she went to the dungeon. Before that, Le Jiajia never knew that there was a secret place in Hidden Demon City where prisoners were kept.
Le Jiajia gradually began to suspect that there was a reason why she appeared in almost all the important places in Hidden Demon City. It was as if the mysterious force was controlling her, treating her as a spy and using her identity as a cover to observe the changes in Hidden Demon City day by day, year by year.
There were a few times when Le Jiajia woke up in the morning to find her feet covered in mud and blood. She must have walked a long way, but because her consciousness was not under her control, Le Jiajia had no idea how far she had walked, where she had gone, and what she had done under the control of the mysterious force.
Now, the situation had become even more serious. From the looks of it, the mysterious power lurking in Le Jiajia's mind wanted to take her out of the city, to a faraway and unpredictable place.
Originally, Le Jiajia should have reported this matter to the City Lord, but she could not do so because she had the bloodline of the Demon King. There were two reasons why Hidden Demon City allowed Le Jiajia to live.
Firstly, it was because her family had never shown any signs of complete demonization, and was considered to be a safe demonic species.
Secondly, it was because the City Lords believed that keeping the bloodline of the Demon King alive would be beneficial to the upcoming war. After Le Jiajia received training, she might be able to help Hidden Demon City in dealing with the demons.
Her lowly identity, coupled with her increasingly serious sleepwalking, made Le Jiajia more and more reclusive. That was why when she first met Xia Fan, she showed the unruly side of a normal girl and bickered with him. In the following days, she became indifferent and pretended that she never knew Xia Fan. But when Xia Fan stepped forward bravely in the battle of the valley, Le Jiajia's worry was written all over her face, and she reached out to hold Xia Fan's arm affectionately, telling him to be careful.
Le Jiajia was like a two-faced person. On one side, she was the descendant of the Demon King who was spurned by Hidden Demon City. She was indifferent and of few words. No one was willing to invite Le Jiajia to their home, and she had no friends.
On the other side, she was sensitive and kind. She silently prayed for everyone around her, and longed to live a normal girl's life, making friends, watching stage plays, eating ice cream, dating handsome boys in the city, and holding hands under the moonlight.
The return journey was smooth. Le Jiajia, who inherited the bloodline of the Demon King, had a cultivation far higher than what everyone knew. She moved extremely fast, avoiding all the guards and the guards of the dormitory.
Soon after, Le Jiajia was soaking in the bathtub, pouring a large amount of shampoo into it, and desperately scrubbing, as if she wanted to wash away the evil blood on her body in one breath.
Her sparkling and translucent white skin turned red under the repeated rubbing, but very quickly, her amazing self-healing ability made her as good as new. Standing in front of the mirror, her well-developed and beautiful body was like a beautiful angel drawn by an artist.
There were two beauties in Hidden Demon City. If it weren't for Le Jiajia's bloodline of the Demon Race, she would have become the second Nicai, shrouded in a halo, and become the object of the crazy pursuit of countless men.
But the reality was cruel. They were both peerless beauties, but Nicai had everything, while Le Jiajia had nothing, only her cursed bloodline and bone-deep loneliness.
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Lonely people licked their wounds in the dark, while happy people showed off their happiness in front of everyone.
While Le Jiajia was deeply worried about her future, Xia Fan had already become the happy person in everyone's eyes, and the target of envy and jealousy.
"Are you ready?" Xia Fan asked Nicai, who was behind him.
At this moment, Nicai was like a warm and soft lamb lying on Xia Fan's back, using her bouncy breasts to push against Xia Fan's steel-like back. That feeling was really wonderful. Looking at the two big white peaches rubbing against Xia Fan's back, many people had nosebleeds on the spot.
"Damn it, why does it have to be him?"
"Xia Fan, this guy, he's not even a member of the Demon Slayer Clan!"
Voices of grief and indignation rang in everyone's hearts, but they didn't dare to say it, because they were still hoping that Xia Fan would show his power and save their lives. Now that things had come to this, perhaps only this guy, whose nose was sharper than a dog's and whose speed was faster than the wind, could wipe out the Skeleton Legion that surrounded the Demon Palace.
"No problem, I will hold on tightly to your shoulders," Nicai said, blushing.
The goddess was self-respecting and had never had skin contact with any man. At this moment, her breasts were pressed against Xia Fan's back, and Xia Fan's hands were wrapped around her legs. They were so close, and her nose was filled with Xia Fan's manly scent, causing Nicai's female hormones to be released faster.
"I can run very fast. It's not enough to just hold on to my shoulders. You have to use both hands to wrap around my neck," Xia Fan said seriously. He had inherited his father's good points, and he wasn't a guy who couldn't move his legs when he saw a beautiful woman. When he was serious, he would throw everything else to the back of his mind.
Nicai was stunned, and then she hugged Xia Fan even tighter. Her white lotus-like arms were like soft water snakes, wrapping around Xia Fan's neck.
Xia Fan felt that this position was very suitable for running, but the onlookers felt that this position was incomparably ecstatic. The goddess had pressed her entire body against Nicai's, even her lower abdomen. What kind of dog shit luck did Xia Fan have to get the chance to hug the goddess? It seemed like Xia Fan was the passive one, and the goddess was actively hugging him.
"What about you?" Xia Fan asked Fo You.
"What problem can I have? As long as you hold on to me and don't throw me out, I'll be fine." Fo You shrugged and said disapprovingly.
In contrast, Fo You was not treated as well. He was like a brick, carried by Xia Fan with both hands. That posture made it seem like Xia Fan was ready to throw Fo You away at any time and hit someone else's head.
"Well, let's get started!"
"Everyone, use your maximum speed and follow me closely!"
Xia Fan let out a roar, and everyone hurriedly pulled themselves together.
A golden light bloomed, and Fo You's eyes were filled with anger, and his whole body was shining brightly.
Colorful wings slowly rose, and like the gentle hands of an angel, the three of them were completely covered under the wings.
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