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

Jun Qinghe's subtly changing expression naturally caught Yun Yu'an's attention.

"Why? You know this name?"

Jun Qinghe turned his head and glanced at Fengyue behind the curtain, and said, "It seems I have heard it somewhere. Where is the original sword spirit of that sword?"

Yun Yu was stunned: "I don't know. When I picked it up, the sword spirit on it was already Senior Feng Yue."

Jun Qinghe then asked Feng Yue again: "Where is that old sword spirit senior?"

Feng Yue also followed Yun Yu's example and said, "I don't know. When I was picked up, I was already in this sword."

Seeing this, Jun Qinghe stopped asking questions.

Without even glancing at Feng Yue, he raised his hand and grabbed Yun Yu'an's other wrist and started kneading it.

This Zhou Xuanyu is really...

He was told to bring the person back quickly, but why did he use such harsh force? Jun Qinghe was heartbroken.

Fengyue quietly peeked out from behind the curtain and looked at the two people huddled on the bed.

Very suspicious: "Are you really not playing?"

Jun Qinghe replied seriously, "Yes, we are playing. Senior, do you want to watch?"

Yun Yu’an:?

This is weird. Is my ear broken? I actually heard Jun Qinghe making dirty jokes.

Feng Yue was so frightened that her pupils trembled, and she blurted out two curses: "Disgusting! Shameless! You actually have this kind of relationship! And you play it so dirty!"

After saying this, Feng Yue quickly slipped back into the sword and closed his five senses.

The white sword fell to the ground with a thud.

Yun Yu'an pulled his hand away suddenly, leaving Jun Qinghe empty-handed. He asked, "What are you crazy about?"

It’s fine if you spread rumors! But how can you spread obscene rumors about me?!

Jun Qinghe wanted to grab Yun Yu'an's wrist again, but Yun Yu'an hit him hard.

The entire back of my hand felt burning and stinging.

Jun Qinghe withdrew his hand.

After a pause, he raised his head again, put down a soundproofing cover on the bed, and began to explain: "I'm not crazy yet. It's just that I have something to say that is inconvenient for her to hear, and I want to talk to Ayun alone."

Hmm? Private message?

Yun Yuan's anger instantly shrank. He moved closer and asked, "Is it about her name? Do you know her origin?"

Jun Qinghe kept it a secret for the time being: "Ayun, do you still remember the origin of that sword?"

"This is the sword of the founder of the Xu Yu Sect. I remember it."

Jun Qinghe asked again: "Did she tell you the name of this sword spirit herself?"

Yun Yu'an didn't know how to answer that it was the old man who said that, so he asked vaguely, "Is there any problem?"

Jun Qinghe nodded: "There is a problem, and it is a very strange problem."

Yun Yu'an came closer and said, "I'd like to hear the details. Please tell me as soon as possible."

Jun Qinghe took the opportunity to grab Yun Yu'an's wrist again.

While rubbing it, he said: "The name of this sword spirit is the same as the name of our sect's founder."

Yun Yu’an:?

"It's a very strange situation indeed."

At this moment, Yun Yu'an's mind was filled with the old man's words about the founder of the sect who had gone astray and committed suicide... As life-thirsty as he was, he was willing to sacrifice his sword to protect Senior Feng Yue today...

Hiss...so bloody...

Jun Qinghe stopped talking and concentrated on pinching the man's wrist.

Yun Yu'an found this matter more and more unbelievable: If this Fengyue is Fengyue from Xuyu Sect, then how is she related to the Demon Sword?

Yun Yu'an: "Is your sect's founder really a sword?"

Jun Qinghe was very sure of this: "She is not a sword, she is a person."

At this moment, Yun Yu'an really wanted to drag the old man out of the magic sword, shake him awake, and then ask him in his ear for clarification.

This old guy is really good at hiding things...

Jun Qinghe added: "The one in my sect died because of being possessed by evil spirits."

Yun Yu'an was thinking a lot as he listened to Jun Qinghe continue to say: "Now that the sword is fine but has a new sword spirit, I think it should be a voluntary choice made by the original sword spirit.

I don’t know whether this sword spirit Fengyue has any special relationship with the one in my sect.

Ah Yun, do you know where the original sword spirit of that sword has gone?"

Yun Yu'an hurriedly shook his head.

Even though the old thing was in his pocket.

But once it is taken out, the magic sword will be exposed.

Yun Yu'an was a little puzzled: "Why can't the sword spirit Fengyue hear these words?"

Jun Qinghe said: "You must be on guard against others. I don't trust her very much."

Yun Yu'an didn't quite understand what there was to be wary of when it came to Feng Yue.

Oh no, Feng Yue even saw through his identity as a demon. In a way, he should be on guard...

Jun Qinghe added: "As a sword spirit, her origins are indeed unknown. The safest way is to find the original sword spirit and ask for clarification."

Yun Yu'an nodded, not forgetting to excuse himself: "I never encountered the original sword spirit on the way to pick up the sword. You can take care of the rest, I won't interfere in your family affairs."

Jun Qinghe pulled Yun Yu'an, who was full of thoughts, to lie down and handed him half of the quilt.

Yun Yu'an, who was suddenly laid flat, stared blankly at the corner of the quilt that he instinctively grasped in his hand: "What are you doing?"

Jun Qinghe said succinctly: "It's late at night, go to sleep."

Yun Yu'an threw away the quilt and sat up again: "I don't want to sleep with you."

Jun Qinghe raised his eyes: "Why?"

Yun Yu'an crawled to the end of the bed, held onto the bedpost and jumped down, saying, "I'm a terrible sleeper, I can kick you off the bed many times a night!"

Jun Qinghe chose not to expose Yun Yu'an's lies.

He knew Ah Yun's sleeping posture very well. She didn't move at all throughout the night, and she didn't even feel numb when she woke up...

Yun Yu'an glanced at the recliner: "Where is the quilt I used last night?"

Jun Qinghe said: "In the cabinet, it has been exposed to the sun today."

Yun Yu'an brought out a fresh quilt and nestled down on the recliner contentedly.

Jun Qinghe: "Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep there?"

"No, it's very comfortable."

Jun Qinghe: "Ayun would rather sleep on a recliner than on the bed with me. Does she dislike me?"

Yun Yu'an continued, "Yes, I dislike you."

Jun Qinghe wrapped himself in a quilt and said, "I won't be with you tonight."

Yun Yu'an: "Then I'll say good morning to you tomorrow. I'm going to sleep first~"

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

-

The next day, at Jun Qinghe’s residence.

Zhou Xuanyu frowned, and from time to time he glanced at Fengyue who was sitting at the table, and then looked at the scroll in his hand.

Yun Yu'an, who was standing next to him, was eating melon seeds. "Sect Master Zhou, we've been going back and forth for quite a while. Why don't you say something?"

Zhou Xuanyu said: "I don't know what to say... They do look alike, but it doesn't make sense no matter how I think about it..."

Feng Yue felt puzzled: "What on earth are you talking about? Can't you just tell me what you want to say?"

Yun Yu'an asked, "Senior Fengyue, do you still remember what happened before you entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

Feng Yue lowered his head and thought hard: "I can't remember clearly, but I may have been in the demon world."

Yun Yuan:?!

Zhou Xuanyu:?

Feng Yue started with a sensitive topic, which scared Yun Yuan so much that he put down his melon seeds and sat up straight, fearing that she would reveal himself in the next sentence.