Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

"Some time ago, the Thousand Demons Palace discovered a tomb of the Nine-Feathered Holy Phoenix in the Xuantian Ancient Battlefield in the Southern Region. The news spread like wildfire, and since they could no longer hide it, they came forward to confirm the rumors and invited all clans to explore the ancient battlefield again in a month and try to open the tomb."

"You want to go?"

"I would like to, but I'm also worried that this is a ploy by the Thousand Demon Hall to lure me out."

Feng Yaner's jade feet swayed gently, and her pretty face showed displeasure.

Chapter 24: The plan of the Thousand Demon Hall?

After listening to Feng Yan'er's few words, Lu Mu already felt that there was a big hand pulling the strings behind the scenes, luring her into a trap.

It seems that she is very unhappy with the Thousand Demons Hall.

Of course, Lu Mu knew that Feng Yan'er had a conflict with the Thousand Demons Hall, but that conflict was still far in the future, and it was because the new hall master and Feng Yan'er had incompatible goals.

If Feng Yan'er wants to become the Great Demon Lord who commands all the demon tribes, then this old demon tribe will inevitably become second-rate or even a vassal beneath her... The demon tribe has never been good at being a vassal of the weak, and Feng Yan'er is no different from a weakling in their eyes.

One of the reasons why this happened was that the first Grand Hall Master, who had lived for a very long time, finally died and could no longer survive. His soul returned to heaven. Just to compete for who would be the second Grand Hall Master, the people in the Thousand Demon Hall had already fought fiercely. By the time the fight was over, people's hearts had long been scattered like debris on the ground. Feng Yan'er, who was originally in an absolute disadvantage, suddenly had an opportunity...

She never misses any opportunity to go further.

As the number one local boss in the Southern Territory for nearly ten thousand years, there is no way that the Thousand Demons Hall will just give up the top spot.

So there was a reason to start the war.

But that will be a long time later.

At least now, the first grand master of the Thousand Demon Hall is still alive. She seldom appears in public, but has great prestige. She has suppressed all kinds of disputes and bloodshed among the demon tribes in the Southern Territory by her own efforts, so it is unlikely that there will be any trouble.

"How did you get into trouble with the Thousand Demons Palace?"

Lu Mu gently pinched Feng Yaner's soft hands and asked in a calm voice.

"I didn't provoke them." Feng Yan'er shook her head, "They came to me."

His eyes flickered slightly.

"what happened?"

"That was when I had just arrived at the Dark Thousand Kite Clan and met that great clan elder. Just one month later, an envoy from the Thousand Demons Palace came to visit me. He said that their great palace master had heard that the long-extinct Nine-winged Holy Phoenix clan still had blood descendants surviving in the world, so he wanted to invite me to the Thousand Demon City and treat me as a distinguished guest, so that I could enjoy the courtesy I deserved."

When Feng Yaner talked about this, a rare look of disdain and contempt appeared on her face.

Lu Mu narrowed his eyes, and a hint of sneer rose in his heart.

Obviously, she didn't agree.

Feng Yan'er was feeling annoyed at the time because she was being hunted by certain tribes, many of whom were vassals of the Thousand Demons Palace, or had close relations with them. It remained to be seen whether the Thousand Demons Palace could be trusted. Feng Yan'er did not believe in the so-called sophistry of "the subordinates were disobedient and acted on their own."

The Dark Thousand Kite and the Thousand Demons Palace have never been on good terms, and this is the place they cannot reach.

Furthermore, what could Feng Yaner do if he went to the Thousand Demon Palace, a place where all kinds of people gather, internal factions are divided, and the power is entirely maintained by the prestige of one person?

Even if she could really be an idle guest, trouble would come one day, and by then, the Grand Hall Master might not necessarily come forward to protect her. So after weighing the pros and cons, Feng Yan'er simply rejected the messenger.

The messenger from the Thousand Demons Palace was not used to being rejected.

There were very few people who didn't give them face, but they were all powerful monsters with deep foundations. Feng Yan'er was alone, without any relatives, and living under someone else's roof, but her attitude was so tough...

She felt that she must have angered the Thousand Demons Hall.

"The Holy Phoenix Tomb has been discovered. I must go and take a look." Feng Yan'er frowned. "If I continue to stay here, it would be fine, but the great elder cannot accompany me. His life span is not long. If I leave his protection, whether it is the Thousand Demon Hall or other demon tribes, if they want to harm me, it will be a bit troublesome."

"Don't worry."

Lu Mu patted her on the back.

"I go with you."

"I just thought about it. What should I do if you don't agree to let me go?"

Feng Yaner raised her head, looked at his profile, held his arm tighter, and leaned into his arms like a little bird.

"As a mother, you can't always protect your chicks."

"You are not my mother. You just have my mother's phoenix bones. Don't act like an elder in front of me."

She hummed twice, but her delicate expression betrayed her thoughts.

"I remember when I was in Shura Palace, who came to my room in the middle of the night and asked me to hold him while sleeping, and kept saying mommy... Well, it was that naughty little Xiaoxue, it definitely wasn't you, right?"

Lu Mu chuckled, his narrow dark eyes contained a hint of teasing, just like a master teasing a pet. How could Feng Yaner forget that embarrassing thing? She hugged his neck tightly, rested her head on his shoulder, and muttered coquettishly, "Why does my prince tease me with this kind of thing?"

She was always so forthright and honest.

He liked her frankness.

"When I saw Xiaoxue just now...I found that she has changed a lot."

In Feng Yaner's impression, Murong Xue was like a crazy girl who was covered in wounds, silently licking her wounds, and unwilling to show any sign of cowardice.

She didn't know much about Murong Xue's past. Perhaps it was because she herself was very confused at that time and didn't know the way forward, so she had no time to care about the tragic past of another human being. Feng Yan'er just kept an eye on her, maybe she could help her one day.

In fact, Murong Xue had only given her a few pretty dresses.

But the little holy phoenix lurking in Feng Yaner's heart is still a very gentle demon.

"Do you think she has gotten better or worse?"

Lu Mu lowered his eyelashes, hiding the dark light hidden in his pupils.

"I don't care about that. She treats me well, and I treat her well too."

Feng Yaner stretched out her slender jade fingers, poked his chest, and smiled as light as a stream of silk.

Lu Mu smiled, reached out his hand, held her naughty paw, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, then leaned down and pecked her rosy cheek lightly.

……

It was late at night when Murong Xue returned to Feng Yaner's bedroom.

Although Yuanyu had arranged other rooms, Feng Yaner didn't want Lu Mu to go somewhere else to rest, so Murong Xue naturally had to follow him.

Fortunately, Feng Yaner’s embroidered bed is quite big.

After entering the room, she lifted her snow-pink long hair and saw Lu Mu and Feng Yan'er leaning on the bed. She snuggled up to him, and the intoxication in Murong Xue's eyes deepened.

"Where did you go?"

Lu Mu looked at her as she untied her skirt and dropped it to the ground, and asked softly.

"I didn't want to disturb Sister Yan'er's sleep, so I went for a walk outside the city."

Murong Xue was only wearing her underwear and panties. She jumped onto the bed and nimbly crawled to Feng Yan'er's side. She hugged her waist with both arms and smiled charmingly, "Sister Yan'er, are you comfortable sleeping with Brother Mu?"

"It's very comfortable...Xiaoxue, why are you only left with so few clothes?"

Feng Yan'er felt the soft touch of cotton candy on her arm, and her cheeks flushed.

"Sister Yan'er, do you think I'm not wearing enough? Then I won't wear any more."

Murong Xue blinked her eyes, and the corners of her eyes seemed to be tinted with a charming and beautiful hue. She pretended to tear off her underwear, which made Feng Yaner a little flustered, until Lu Mu reached out and hit Murong Xue on the top of her head, which was not too painful.

"What's this like? This is Yan'er's bedroom. We can't let her feel uncomfortable."

Chapter 25: Charming and Astringent

Murong Xue is particularly excited now.

But after being hit on the top of her head by Lu Mu, she was still very obedient. She pouted her thin lips a little aggrieved, and her eyes were full of resentment, but she was not looking at Lu Mu, but at Feng Yan'er, as if she was complaining.

"If you feel uncomfortable wearing a skirt, you can take it off..."

In this world, the only person who would act coquettishly and be soft to Feng Yan'er is Murong Xue.

So Feng Yan'er was naturally moved by her pitiful and aggrieved appearance, and then made concessions.

"Brother Mu, I want it."

Murong Xue changed her position and posture, lying on Lu Mu's legs, rubbing her forehead against his knees, tilting her head back, staring at him without blinking in her watery almond eyes filled with charm.

It's a very seductive pose.

Even through the thin underwear, Lu Mu could still feel the softness pressing against his knees, and the faint fragrance emanating from Murong Xue's body made it difficult for him to hide his excitement.

Lu Mu frowned slightly, and methodically calmed the fiery energy that was stirring in his body.

Feng Yaner noticed that his breathing was heavy, and the corners of her mouth slowly widened: "Brother Mu, you..."

Then Lu Mu grabbed her and threw her back to Feng Yaner.

"Not tonight. Yan'er still needs more rest. Tomorrow I will go with her to meet the clan leader and elders of the Dark Thousand Kite Clan. Let's wait until the right time... Okay?"

Lu Mu coaxed Murong Xue with gentle words. She thought about it and nodded.

"What does Xiaoxue want?"

Feng Yaner tilted her head and looked at him, asking with a smile.

"I want Brother Mu's big—"

Lu Mu's expression remained unchanged as he slapped the back of Murong Xue's hand, forcing her to cry out in pain. He then took over the conversation, "It's nothing, it's just...she has some other needs."

"…Although I am still a virgin, I know a little about the relationship between men and women."

Feng Yaner narrowed her eyes, her eyes sparkling with charm.

She had been able to sense the ambiguous atmosphere between Lu Mu and Murong Xue a long time ago, but now the ambiguous atmosphere is gone, leaving only the open and honest sweetness. After all, Feng Yaner was a demon who lived for hundreds of years before his nirvana, so how could he not know the necessary path for reproduction?

But when she said this, Feng Yaner felt her cheeks getting a little hotter.

"Sister Yan'er and Brother Mu's engagement, do you still remember it?"

Murong Xue put her ear to her neck and blew gently. Her voice was clear and bright to begin with, and with the deliberately seductive ending, it made people's hearts numb, and they couldn't help but have some charming thoughts.

"Yeah...I won't forget it."

Feng Yaner secretly glanced at Lu Mu, and her already soft and shallow eyes deepened a bit, becoming even softer. She lay on her side, supporting her cheek with her hand, "When I left Shura Palace, I said that I didn't regard Aunt Yuan's dying instructions as a joke."

The only thing that made Feng Yan'er a little worried about this "last wish" marriage was Murong Xue's attitude.

She could not forget the moment when Murong Xue lost her brilliance for a short time after she learned about this, as if her inner demon had erupted... It was a bit scary.

I'm not afraid now.

Since she could bring it up so frivolously, it meant that Murong Xue no longer cared about having more women around Lu Mu to warm his bed. Feng Yan'er hadn't heard from Lu Mu for a long time, and she didn't know if he had met other women or done other things... She wanted to ask, but a hesitation in her heart made her not want to ask.

Forget it, I won’t ask anymore.

Anyway, he seemed to be living a comfortable life, so Feng Yan'er felt that she had nothing to worry about.

Lu Mu is here to protect me, so just accept his protection with peace of mind.

The three of them had a lot to talk about. Although it was late, Murong Xue still told Feng Yan'er about her days as the "Blood Dancing Owl Princess" in the Southeast Region, punishing evil and eliminating evil. Lu Mu also listened until Feng Yan'er felt sleepy again.

The demons are not sleepy, but sleep is very important to them.

Lu Mu used his true energy to turn off the lights in the bedroom. Feng Yaner brought over the brocade quilt and laid out the pillows, and the three of them lay down.

Feng Yaner slept on the right, while Murong Xue slept on the left.

There was nothing that would make Lu Mu toss and turn. He just wanted to show off his majesty as the "Prince of Holy Phoenix" tomorrow, so he hugged the two soft jades and planned to fall into a deep sleep.

……

When Lu Mu felt something was wrong, it was already too late.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the small tent that was slowly rising on the quilt. It was not that he was getting excited, but that Murong Xue had secretly touched there.

"Xiaoxue, you..."

Murong Xue stuck her head out from under the quilt. Her blood-red eyes looked unusually bright even in the darkness. She licked her lips and looked at Lu Mu with a smile. There seemed to be a flame burning in her eyes. "Brother Mu, Sister Yan'er is sleeping soundly."

Her fingers drew circles on his chest. Lu Mu felt a tremor in his chest and quickly held down her misbehaving claws, "Stop it."

"I won't dirty Sister Yan'er's quilt."

Murong Xue suddenly came closer and whispered in a low voice.

She quickly pulled her head back into the quilt. Lu Mu wanted to stop her, but his raised hand immediately froze. He simply accepted his fate, narrowed his eyes, and breathed heavily.