The years I was in the human world

"Wu Xian's daughter and Ming Jing's daughter are going to catch the Snow Phoenix, but His Majesty the Ghost King doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all." Xing Yuan held up his chin and looked at Xiao Yueheng, who was wiping the incense burner opposite him with his eyes lowered, with interest in his eyes. He was a complete devil, and he liked to tease the holy and flawless righteous monks the most. This Ghost King was a gentle and innocent man, but he was also an evil ghost, which made him even more interested.

"Even the Demon Lord is not in a hurry, so why should I be in a hurry?" Xiao Yueheng didn't even look at him, and spoke in a cold tone. He wiped the incense burner in his hand clean, put the spices in it and lit them. The solemn aroma of sandalwood immediately lingered.

"Your Highness, what is this? It smells so good. I want to get some back to light it." Xing Yuan said as he reached out to take the incense burner in Xiao Yueheng's hand and pretended to brush his fingertips unintentionally. The latter looked up at him indifferently without making any comments on his behavior. He just pretended not to know and answered his question calmly: "Wen Lingtan, it nourishes the soul. It is useless for the Demon Lord."

After saying this in a cold tone, Xiao Yueheng took the incense burner from Xing Yuan's hand, waved to the Yan Gui who was standing quietly behind him, and said softly: "Wuyin, come, take it and hold it."

His eyebrows softened instantly, and his tone was so doting that Xing Yuan couldn't pretend not to see his thoughts. Xiao Yueheng handed the incense burner to Gongsun Wuyin, and knowing that the Demon Lord would not say anything nice next, he waved his hand and asked the people to leave. Xiao Yueheng then turned back to look at Xing Yuan, and gave him a look: "What does the Demon Lord want to say?"

"I've heard of the fame of the Ghost Gongsun Wuyin, and I want to have a taste of her too. I wonder if the Ghost King can help arrange it?" Xing Yuan looked at Gongsun Wuyin's slender waist. He was a proud man, and he looked down on the Ghost no matter how beautiful she was. He said this just to disgust Xiao Yueheng. "I know that the Ghost King doesn't want to interfere in my private affairs, and the Ghost has always been open to everyone. What I want should be fine, right?"

"Xing Yuan, stop disgusting me." The world is a colorful dye vat. Even someone as elegant as Xiao Yueheng could not avoid being tainted by the vulgarity. If it were normal, it would be fine. But now Xing Yuan had accurately stepped on his weak spot. He grabbed the ornament on the table and smashed it into Xing Yuan's face. He didn't beat around the bush and warned him directly.

"I know what you are doing here. You are simply afraid that I will compete with you for the divine bone, so you are here to monitor me. Then I might as well tell you that I will participate in all your activities. Of course, I don't want the divine bone. I want something else."

Xiao Yueheng paused, then continued: "As for Gongsun Wuyin, don't even think about it. I still have the courage to risk my life for my beloved."

"What a man who is willing to risk his life for his beloved." Xing Yuan also laughed. Although he was threatened by Xiao Yueheng, he finally got the answer he wanted. He was not angry at all. Instead, he became more aggressive and said, "Gongsun Wuyin is just an ordinary evil ghost. How can she be worthy of the Ghost King's appearance?"

Xing Yuan said, reaching out to pick up a strand of Xiao Yueheng's hair that fell on the table, twisting it around his fingertips and playing with it carefully, with a certain teasing meaning: "The Ghost King is a peerless beauty in the world. I fell in love with him as soon as I saw him. I wonder if Your Highness is willing to go to Wushan Mountain with me and enjoy the lovemaking?"

Xiao Yueheng reached out and grabbed her hair back. The cool, satin-like hair slipped through Xing Yuan's fingertips, and he twisted his fingers unconsciously.

Xiao Yueheng stood up, and looked down at Xing Yuan with his dark blue eyes. With the same pride as when he sat on the Frost Sky ten thousand years ago, he said, "It's getting late, Demon Lord, go back and rest early."

When Xiao Yueheng came out of the main hall, Gongsun Wuyin had been waiting at the door for a long time, holding the incense burner. When he saw him, he said, "The Demon Lord likes the master."

The sentence was said without any beginning or end, and it sounded a bit jealous.

"Call my name." Xiao Yueheng pursed her lips and chuckled. She reached out and pulled Gongsun Wuyin over to her. She said softly, "Xing Yuan is superficial and hypocritical. He just covets my appearance. How can that be considered love?"

Gongsun Wuyin stopped talking. Xiao Yueheng looked down at him and saw that his ears were red. He shook his head helplessly and didn't push him too hard. He said, "I have to go out for a while. If Xing Yuan is looking for trouble with you, take care of yourself and don't get hurt. Don't give him face for others."

"If Wuyin angers the Demon Lord and brings trouble to the master, will the master blame me?" Perhaps it was because Xiao Yueheng was too indulgent towards him, Gongsun Wuyin became bolder, like a cat cautiously extending its claws, testing the bottom line of its master's tolerance.

"Call my name. If Xing Yuan comes to provoke you, you don't have to put up with him. Just take care of yourself. I'll take care of anything that happens." Xiao Yueheng poked his head and changed the subject, "But if Wuyin takes the initiative to provoke you, that's another matter. Xing Yuan has a high level of cultivation. If you don't like him, you can wait until I come back to deal with it. Don't come to him yourself. Do you understand?"

"I know. I'm not a naughty boy. There's no need to repeat my orders like that." Gongsun Wuyin said in a low voice. Xiao Yueheng spoke very gently and tolerantly, but he couldn't disobey her. He couldn't tolerate her not listening. "Then... where are you going?"

He was still too embarrassed to call Xiao Yueheng by her name, so he simply omitted the title.

"One of my things is in Xuefeng's hands, I have to get it back." Xiao Yueheng didn't say what it was, he just left with these words.

"Be careful not to get hurt...Xiao, Yueheng." Gongsun Wuyin's stumbling voice came from behind.

"it is good."

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Lu Zhouxue led Kongque all the way south from the snow-capped mountains in the northwest. In order to avoid the eyes and ears of pursuers, he deliberately took a less traveled path, but still met an unexpected person at the border of the old royal capital.

"You're here." Lu Zhouxue stopped Peacock behind him and clenched the Moon-Slaying Sword in his hand, with a complicated expression on his face. Xiao Yueheng did not come alone, he was accompanied by many people, including Zhongting, the demon clan, and evil spirits. This time, he was the only one fighting alone.

Xiao Yueheng nodded gently, as a response, and also as a follow-up to the hasty recognition that night. Xiao Yueheng stepped back and said nothing more. Their past events all happened in the God Realm, and it was inappropriate to talk about them here. The demon clan member who came this time was Qi Nankuo. Seeing Lu Zhouxue protecting Kongque, he was quite disdainful, but he didn't see Xiao Fengzhuo beside him, so he couldn't help asking, "Where is Xiao Fengzhuo?"

After being completely rejected, he no longer called Xiao Fengzhuo "uncle". However, it was not so much because the latter did not allow him to call him that, but rather because he had some secret thoughts in his heart. But nothing mattered anymore. Whether he wanted to kill Xiao Fengzhuo or loved Xiao Fengzhuo, there would be no response.