"metropolitan!"

Su Baiche was so angry that he was incoherent, "Why did the Immortal Lord take risks for me and let me be captured!"

He tried his best this morning to make coincidences and fall into Nan Yaoquan's hands, just to go to the comfortable life of more than ten thousand people in the Demon Realm.

As a result, my plan died before it even started!

Ling Ye let him go: "I know you are worried about your junior brother, but don't worry, Nan Yaoquan will not hurt him."

Who is worried? It's just a bad thing for him!

Su Baiche gritted his teeth and wanted to tear his face immediately.

Tong Xi issued repeated warnings to make him barely calm down, and his tone softened, "Sect Master, let me go to the Demon Realm to save the Immortal Lord."

Ling Ye: "I'll go."

He used a tracking technique on Shen Liuxiang, and could sense the movements. He was now heading towards the Demon Realm.

Su Baiche was furious.

If you don’t let him go, would you have to stay in Qingling Sect for the rest of your life?!

He was so angry that he spoke without saying anything, and said with a faint mockery: "I didn't expect that in the heart of the sect leader, Immortal Chen could not compare to me at all. Su was really flattered."

Ling Ye frowned slightly, looked at Su Baiche deeply, and said in a low voice for a while: "I chose you because you fell into Nan Yaoquan's hands. Eight out of ten will die, but my junior brother is different. Even if Nan Yaoquan is not satisfied with him, he will not hurt him at all."

Su Baiche sneered in his heart.

Who should I scare? Tong Xi made it clear. The Demon Lord regarded him as his younger brother and wanted to make up for his past guilt, so how could he hurt him?

Besides, why do you have to be sure that the Demon Lord will not hurt Shen Liujiu? Instead, he is in danger. Could it be that this face can't beat the Shen Liujiu in Nan Yaoquan's heart? It's a joke!

Ling Ye stopped talking and just told him: "You stay in the sect."

After saying that, he stepped into the void and was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and looked at a corner.

At some point, the boy there was no trace of it, only melon seeds fell on the ground.

The sound of the sunken eye feathers trembled slightly. As consciousness recovered, a vague sound of conversation was heard, mixed with the voice of Nan Yaoquan.

Liu Shenyun glanced at the person on the bed: "I'm brave enough, who is this person?"

He was watching from a distance and found that the Demon Lord pushed Su Baiche away for the sake of the monk, and a huge wave was stirring up in his heart.

When Nan Yaoquan discovered that someone in the world looked the same as his younger brother, he was so ecstatic that he saw how excited he was. Who was the person who suddenly appeared? The Demon Lord gave up his younger brother.

Nan Yaoquan put down the teacup and knocked his fingertips on the table with a heavy sound.

He said for a moment: "He is the son of my adopted father."

Liu Shenyun was surprised and had never heard of the Demon Lord having an adoptive father. His eyes fell back to the bed, and inadvertently, he saw the white long fingers on the bedding moving.

At the same time, Nan Yaoquan snorted coldly: "When you wake up, open your eyes and be more at ease. I didn't realize that you only have the Golden Pill stage cultivation."

Of course, the sinking sound was discovered.

The insults in my heart were almost drowned Nan Yaoquan.

One of the unique magic spells of the Demon Lord, the spirit-binding.

The black string wrapped around his wrist is the spirit-binding rope formed by Nan Yaoquan's spiritual power. Anyone who has less cultivation than the magic power will be controlled by his body and will be suppressed by his cultivation.

Shen Liuxiang sat up, his waist was covered with ink and his hair, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

As he was thinking about how to get out, he heard Nan Yaoquan speak lightly.

"Take off your clothes."

"Um?!"

Chen Liuxiang widened his eyes slightly, hugged his arms with both hands, and looked at Nan Yaoquan vigilantly.

What does it mean? It doesn't matter if you say anything? In his memory, this habit is not from Nan Yaoquan, but from a male fox.

Seeing that the person on the bed was motionless, Nan Yaoquan's tone became stronger, "Let you take it off."

The sound of the slump and frowns, without any movement.

The teacup in Nan Yaoquan's hand was broken, his face showed anger, "If you don't take it off, I'll come in person and I'll strip you of the skin."

As expected, he disliked this monk. Those who did not obey orders were not worthy of living.

After thinking for a while, I suddenly realized something.

He spat in his heart.

I wanted to see Yu Huang say straight, go around in a big circle and force him to take off his clothes.

The sound of the sound of pulling loosen the collar of the clothes and taking out the Yuhuang, which was scented with the warm breath. As soon as it was pinched in the hand, the tether between the neck broke and was taken away by the air.

Nan Yaoquan stared at him for a moment, his face changed and his fingertips were white.

It's really a token of adoptive father.

His eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang's face, staring at him repeatedly, trying to find some similarities, but obviously, the father and son did not look different.

Di Xingyu was kind to him as much as a mountain, and he was the one he admired the most. Ling Ye expected that he would not hurt the bloodline of the Imperial Palace.

but……

Nan Yaoquan walked to Chen Liuxiang and returned Yuhuang to him. He then turned his face away with disgust, "Xingchen and Xinglian are both dragons and phoenixes among humans, and they are worthy of being the adopted father and son. Why do you have the bloodline of your adoptive father to be bad?"

The sinking sound: "????"

If he hadn't been able to beat him, he would have to let Nan Yaoquan taste the iron fist of society.

"Since that's the case, can I leave?"

Nan Yaoquan held his shoulder and patted him hard, "Although I don't like you, for the sake of the adoptive father, I will take you back to the demon world for the sake of my adoptive father's face, so as not to have a skewed bloodline in the cultivation world."

He stared at the sound of the sinking sound and frowned, "Although it has been a little crooked, it's okay, I can help you correct it."

The sinking sound was stared in a terrifying way.

The spine was slapped by a big palm, "Hang straightened, and she looked like a loose posture."

“And this, too,”

Nan Yaoquan lifted up a strand of black hair in front of the swelling shoulders and rubbed it between his fingertips, "Do you have no hair and satin? What kind of style is it to be like this? Ties are tied up?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He simply tilted his body and fell on the bed. The bedding was wrapped around his body again, covering his head tightly.

"What are you doing when you are lying down?" Nan Yaoquan lowered his face and "Get up!"

The answer to him was the muffled groan coming from the quilt.

"If you don't listen, you will recite the scriptures."

Nan Yaoquan was extremely angry and raised his hand and wanted to slash him down with one palm. The black mist spread in the palm of his palm, almost unable to suppress the urge to kill someone with one palm.

After calming down, his fingers curled up in the air, making crackling sounds of crackling joints.

If Su Baiche looks like him, it would be fine if he doesn't want it.

The door opened. Liu Shenyun, who had been waiting outside for a long time, looked up and saw the Demon Lord's face gloomy, "Is this person fake?"

"If it's a fake, you think I'll let him lie on the bed safely," Nan Yaoquan snorted coldly, shook his sleeves, and put his hands behind him, "I'll go out, you go in and stare at him, don't let someone run away."

Liu Shenyun is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. It is naturally not difficult to keep an eye on the Golden Pill Stage. He accepted the order after hearing this.

Shen Liuxiang used his poor spiritual sense to detect the person's departure, lifted the quilt and got off the bed. He sorted out his messy clothes and walked to the window and looked out.

The busy towns at night are lit everywhere, but there are also many hidden places in the dark.

The sunken eyes flashed slightly, and he looked back at the figure at the table. The other party stared at him motionlessly, "Brother Liu, I'm hungry, can you buy me some food?"

Liu Shenyun said coldly: "No."

Chen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows without surprise and reached out to the small black bag around his waist.

A vigilant gaze immediately came.

"I'll just take a bun and eat it, don't be nervous," Chen Liuxiang pulled off the Star Flower Bag, smiling with a pure smile, "You are in the Nascent Soul Realm, and I am now in the Golden Pill Realm. Could it be that I can still make a fortune in your hands?"

Liu Shenyun snorted and agreed to what he said.

The sinking sound pulled the Star Flower Bag, pulled it by the window for a while, and sighed: "I knew there would be no ban."

He looked at the other person in the room: "Brother Liu, can you help me open it? This storage bag can only be opened by the Nascent Soul monk."

I have never seen such an ugly storage bag, all over dark.

Liu Shenyun held it in his hand and weighed it, but found no abnormality, so he pulled the string and opened the bag, "Isn't this very simple?"

He raised his head, but saw the handsome young man in front of him, curled his lips slightly and whispered the trick.

In an instant, Liu Shenyun's vision fell into darkness, and as if something was pulling in his mind, a feeling of overwhelming dizziness swept over.

He swayed and fell from the chair.

The sound of Shenliu caught it, and did not let someone roll to the ground. After moving Liu Shenyun to the bed, he took off the black cloth bag covering his head, patted his butt, and jumped down the window and ran away.
To be continued...