The Demon Lord is very busy: This little couple is really hard to separate

Forget it.

"I can't remember, I can't figure it out, I don't want to think about it anymore..." Tianmei Jian gave up on herself.

The old man comforted her, "It's normal. People tend to be a little forgetful after living for a long time."

The old man suddenly saw an oil-paper package on the table and reached out to grab it.

"Food? Let me, old man, have a taste."

Without waiting for permission, the old man opened the food and started eating in front of Yun Yu'an.

Yun Yu'an: "It's poisoned."

The old man ate the cake and hummed with satisfaction: "It's worth it to be poisoned to death. I haven't eaten anything for many years."

Yun Yu'an stood up, walked to the old man, and asked, "Why are you following me now?"

Old man: "You're the only one I know in this crappy place. If not you, who else should I follow?"

Yun Yu'an was puzzled: "Aren't you the sword of the founder of the Xuyu Sect?"

With this old man's identity, as soon as he stood in front of Zhou Xuanyu, he was treated to delicious food and drinks.

Why would we have to squeeze into Yun Yu'an's room to grab this piece of cake...

The old man was surprised and asked, "Hey, how do you know my origins?"

Yun Yu'an: "Your younger generation is too young and naive. They dare to tell me everything."

Old man: "That half-dead youngster? He is really too foolish. He didn't even know that the Demon Lord was around him, and he foolishly brought him back to Xu Yu Sect..."

The old man shook his head as he spoke, looking angry that Jun Qinghe did not fight for it.

Yun Yu'an stared at the old man with cold eyes.

Tian Meijian reminded at the right time: "This boy is the Demon Lord, you should be careful with your words."

The old man has a bad memory: "What did I just say?"

Yun Yu'an reminded faintly: "Who are you saying is half dead?"

The old man looked around and said something else: "This cake tastes really good! Auntie, do you want me to save one for you?"

Yun Yu'an raised his hand and snatched the oil paper bag: "Stop changing the subject."

"Answer me honestly, what do you want to do by following me? Why didn't you go find the leader of the Xu Yu Sect? And why didn't you remind Jun Qinghe to retreat in the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

When the last question was suddenly mentioned, Yun Yu'an became angry again.

This damn old thing!

The old man frowned, feeling extremely embarrassed: "Why do you have so many questions..."

"Am I too tolerant of you? You seem very bold today." Yun Yu'an stuffed the remaining cake into his mouth.

The old saying is true: food that is rushed over tastes better.

Yun Yu'an found that the taste was much better than before.

Seeing Yun Yu'an eating one bite at a time and about to finish it, the old man became anxious and said, "Leave some, leave some!"

Before he could swallow the cake in his mouth, Yun Yu'an said vaguely, "Answer first."

The old man gave in completely: "Okay, okay, don't eat it yet!"

Yun Yuan put down the cakes in his hands angrily.

The old man sighed and said, "In fact, I am not a good sword. The founder of the sect went astray and committed suicide with me."

Yun Yu’an:?

The old man sighed again: "So my reputation in Xuyou Sect is very bad...People who come to Cangjian Pavilion to take swords will deliberately avoid me.

That foolish boy who was bewitched by you came up and said he wanted to kill me. I thought he was pretending to be a disciple of Xu Yu Sect... so naturally I didn't want to save him."

Yun Yu'an grabbed the old man's hand that was secretly pinching the cake and said, "He's only going to get the sword, not you."

Now that he had been caught, the old man stopped stealing.

He generously stretched out his other hand, quickly picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yun Yu'an had no choice but to let go of the hand that was holding him.

Old man: "It doesn't matter whether you take the sword or me.

I was hoping that you two would be crushed to death, but who knew that you would actually bring me to the new site of Xuyu Sect."

Yun Yuan: ...

The old man said: "The Xu Yu Sect didn't like my sword in the first place. I must be crazy to jump out and look for the Sect Master."

Yun Yu'an asked back: "Do you think I like you very much?"

The old man said proudly: "But that silly boy has taken a fancy to me. You care so much about his life, so if he wants to keep me, you will naturally not do anything to me."

Yun Yu'an suddenly felt a sense of frustration.

Thinking about it carefully, the old man's logic seemed quite reasonable. Yun Yu'an compromised and said, "Junior Yun Yu'an. I need the senior to help me keep the identity of the Demon Lord secret."

The old man said, "That's easy to say."

Sweetie Jian suddenly raised her voice: "What's your last name?!"

The old man and Yun Yu'an both shuddered with fear.

The old man complained: "Auntie, you scared me out of my wits..."

Sweetie Jian: "Your last name is Yun, right? Is it, is it?"

Old man: “Yes, yes, yes…”

Sweetie Sword: "That's right, your demon position should be hereditary."

Yun Yu’an:?

Are you kidding me? Didn't I get my demon position by sweeping through the demon world at the beginning?

Yun Yu'an suddenly understood something: "Do you really know my parents?"

Sweet Girl Sword said: "I have never seen your mother, but I have seen your father. He should have become the Demon Lord later, right?"

Ok?

Forget it... The Demon Lord with the surname Mo... Could it be that scumbag Mo Jiuyuan again...

Yun Yu'an's brain was working at high speed, frantically comparing his appearance with Long Zai and Li'er.

Yun Yu'an really wanted to know the answer, but was afraid that the answer would be surprising: "What's my father's name?"

Tian Meijian thought for a long time and said, "I forgot."

Yun Yu'an breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what's my mother's name?"

Tian Mei Jian thought for a long time and said, "Call her Miss Yun."

Yun Yu'an said resentfully, "Senior Tianmei, you are playing with me here."

Sweetie Sword: "I didn't... After staying in that damn place called Hidden Sword Pavilion for hundreds of years, it's inevitable that my memory will be bad..."

Yun Yu'an rubbed his aching head and stood up: "Let's talk about this. I'm a little sleepy now and need to sleep."

The old man quickly held down his sword: "What are you going to do with me?"

Yun Yu'an said: "Senior, you have too many tricks. I am afraid that you will kill me with one sword in my dream."

The old man knew that he had lost his credibility after ambushing people many times yesterday, so he said guiltily, "I really won't do that again. Don't put it back in the bag. It's so dark and there's no sound. It's so uncomfortable."

"Please bear with it, Senior. I'll just sleep for a while."

Yun Yu'an slapped the old man's hand away, dispersed him, picked up the sword and stuffed it back into the storage bag.

Yun Yu'an picked up the bag containing the Sweet Girl Sword and said, "Senior, this sword shouldn't belong to the Xu Yu Sect, right? Why did it appear in the Cangjian Pavilion?"

Sweet Sword: "Me? I entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion at the same time as Demon Sword, I don't remember the details... By the way, what are your parents' names?"

Yun Yu’an: “I don’t know.”

Tian Meijian was shocked: "Master Demon, are you teasing me here?"

Yun Yu'an lied, "I have lost my memory for many years."

Sweet Girl Sword:?

Without waiting for Tianmei Jian to ask more questions, Yun Yu'an quickly threw it into the storage bag.

He kicked his legs and collapsed on the bed.

Yun Yu'an buried his face in the quilt, thinking: Damn that Demon Lord surnamed Mo, he has nothing to do with me, Yun Yu'an!

Feeling sleepy, Yun Yuan fell into a deep sleep.

Good sleep without dreams.

When I woke up again, I heard a knock on the door.