"Do you want to leave here?" A strange look flashed in Qingjun's eyes.
"Can you help me get out of here?" Qing Lan looked gloomy. The man said to help him, how to help him? Help him get out of here?
Now there are wars everywhere on the mainland. Leaving here is like returning to the black prison, helpless and letting the slaughter, that kind of life is extremely terrible.
There is at least a place to settle here, but he is unwilling to be a toy, which is even more painful than killing him.
"I don't have the ability to help you leave. I will be punished. If you want to leave, you can only rely on yourself." Qingjun said.
"So, do you have a way?" Qinglan's eyes flashed with suspicion. This man could not help him for no reason, but he had no grudges with this man, so he met for the first time, and there was no reason to harm him.
"It's not difficult for you to leave. As long as you force yourself to die and pretend to cut your pulse, you would rather die than surrender. Maybe you will let you go." Qingjun said half-truely.
"So simple?" Qing Lan pondered for a while and said with a wry smile: "If I leave here, there will be wars everywhere outside, I will have no cultivation and will undoubtedly die, but at least there is a place to settle down here."
Upon hearing this, a trace of coldness and cruelness flashed in Qingjun's eyes. It's so ungrateful! Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!
Seeing this, Qinglan sneered in his heart. He was just a test. Sure enough, this man must have a conspiracy, maybe he would be pushing him to death.
"Are you sure you want to stay here?" Qingjun said with a smile.
"Maybe." Qing Lan said ambiguously. Anyway, he had escaped from death several times.
"Do you know where this place is?" Qingjun suddenly asked.
"Isn't it the palace of Yancheng?" Qinglan had more doubts in his heart. This palace was more imposing than the palaces of Fansang Kingdom and Jinlang Kingdom. Northern Yan was a grand priest, and it was nothing if the palace was built luxuriously.
"Have you heard of Yan Dian?" Qingjun asked in a strange tone.
"I've heard of it." Qing Lan nodded. How could it have never been heard of Yan Dian, who was terrified of the fear of the news? Jin Lang Kingdom was suddenly destroyed. It was heard that it seemed that Yan Dian was secretly manipulating it.
"This is Yan Dian." He is also called the Red-clothed Rakshasa by outsiders. Of course, he is not that powerful, and most of it is attributed to Jiangxue.
Qinglan was shocked for a while when he heard this, but he was only half-believing and half-doubting. If it was true, then wouldn’t Beiyan belong to Yandian? That was terrible. Beiyan is at least one of the top majors on the Xuantian Continent.
"Have you heard of the red-clothed Rakshasa?" Qingjun continued.
"...Is it you?" Qinglan looked at Qingjun inquiry, and it was undeniable that this man and the red clothes were extremely beautiful, beautiful but not vulgar, charming and confusing, cold and cruel.
"This doesn't matter. Have you ever heard of Lord Yan's Lord?"
"I've heard of it." Qing Lan became even more alert. The Lord of Yan Dian, known as the Ghost King, heard that he was in a state of uncertainty and would kill people if he was unhappy. Rumors he had a green face and fangs, and was extremely ugly, so he wore half of his side.
Silver mask.
"Do you know who bought you?"
"I don't know, who it is?" Qing Lan shook her head and asked inquiry.
"It's Lord Yan's Palace." A trace of coldness flashed in Qingjun's eyes, and Qinglan's expression became even more strange.
"No, I remember it was a woman's order." Qing Lan recalled what happened this morning, and it was a warm-hearted female voice, cold and charming, and it was cold and cold.
"Believe it or not." Qingjun didn't care.
"Why should Lord Yan Dian... save me?" Qing Lan's face changed slightly. He didn't want to use the word "buy".