This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Prime Minister's son Wei Ping sat in his study, looking at the Four Books and Five Classics and the Book of Military Strategy in front of him, but he had no desire to learn. Instead, he looked out the window with melancholy on his face, trying to find the person he wanted in the luxurious garden with flowers and birds gathered and strange rocks standing in rows, but he failed in the end.

"Clap!"

On the left desk, the sound of the teacher's ruler came as a warning. The shadows of many years made Wei Ping sit up straight instantly, and he said timidly, "Master."

"Hmph! Just study, why are you looking out the window!" This is a white-haired old teacher. His surname is Liu. It is said that he used to be a teacher in the Imperial College. Now he is specially invited by Wei Ping's father Wei Ju to discipline this unlearned and dissolute son.

Wei Ping lowered his head timidly, picked up his book and began to act pretentiously, but his mind had already drifted outside - I wonder how much fun they are having with my little Hei in the suburbs... If only he could go out too...

The old master is the old master. He could tell at a glance that Wei Ping was slacking off. He grabbed Wei Ping's hands and whipped his palms hard with a ruler. After a few hits, Wei Ping's hands were already red and even a little swollen.

Wei Ping's eyes were filled with tears, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain, because his father had said to him before when he beat him: If he cried because of the beating, then he would beat him even harder until he couldn't even cry.

"As my son, Wei Ju, how can you beg for mercy for such a small matter? How can you shoulder the entire Daxuan in the future? Get up!"

Wei Ju was an out-and-out tiger father, but his son did not seem to have inherited any of his virtues.

Seeing Wei Ping's obedient appearance, Master Liu no longer had the thought of scolding him. Instead, he pointed at him and angrily scolded him: "Master Wei! As a man of my great Xuan, you are so cowardly. Where is your ambition?"

Wei Ping glanced up at Master Liu's expression. He was still as heartbroken and angry as before. If you didn't know better, you would have thought he had gone out to kill people or set fires. But he just couldn't concentrate on his studies, and he didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps. He just wanted to live a peaceful and stable life, eating, drinking, and having fun, in peace. What was wrong with that?

Finally, Master Liu was angered and left. He was the eighth master to be angered and left by Wei Ping.

Wei Ping lost his mother when he was young, and his father Wei Ju never remarried. Usually, Wei Ju was busy with official duties and sometimes he would stay directly in the government office, so the father and son did not have much time to actually meet.

For Wei Ping, the real relatives are not his father who seldom comes home, but the housekeeper, cook, and maid who grew up with him in the Wei Mansion...

Oh, and there are two new siblings recently.

The two siblings were said to be from southern Xinjiang. The younger sister had a family tradition of eagle training, and could make an eagle fly as easily as her own arm. The older brother had learned magic for a few years, and not only could he cooperate with his sister in displaying the images in an eagle's eye for people to admire, he also knew how to recite Buddhist scriptures. Even an unlearned person like Wei Ping listened with great interest.

The two of them went out two days ago, saying that they were taking Xiao Hei out hunting to strengthen its wildness. Alas, I haven't seen Xiao Hei for a few days, and I miss him so much.

Wei Ping walked out of the study with his hands behind his back. He began to miss Huan'er again. He shouted loudly: "Huan'er! Huan'er! Where are you!"

The servant who was cleaning heard this and replied with a smile: "Sir, Miss Huan'er went out this morning!"

"What!" Wei Ping was shocked. "Why is everyone out? What about me? They have the heart to leave me alone in the study to study while they go out to play?"

"No, I want to go out too!" Wei Ping was about to go out when he was stopped by secret guards who came out from nowhere. These secret guards were dressed in black and their faces were wrapped tightly. They blocked the road leading to the door. If Wei Ping changed direction, they would continue to block the way in that direction.

……

The three people that Wei Ping was concerned about were at a tense situation at the moment.

In the suburbs of the imperial capital, a pitch-black falcon circled in the sky, its glass-like eyes flashing with light from time to time.

Huan'er was still as graceful as ever. She stood there straight, with her hands folded on her belly. She looked at the two siblings in front of her with a smile and said, "Where are you two going?"

The male monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it turns out to be Miss Huan'er. It is fate that we met. Why don't you let my brother and I go? It will be a blessing for you."

Huan'er shook her head and said, "Master, you are wrong. If we can find the bad guys in time, isn't that a real blessing? Besides, Huan'er has been wandering around in this life, and I accidentally found a place to stay. How can I let you destroy it?"

The falconer looked at Huan'er who was blocking the path the two had to pass through and said sarcastically, "I'm afraid your real purpose is not that simple, am I right, wolf girl?"

Seeing that her true identity was revealed by the other party, Huan'er's face turned extremely ugly. She formed her hands into claws, and her fangs pierced out from her lips, emitting a cold white light. Huan'er sneered and said, "It's the same for you, but I won't use your name to do dirty things."

The brother and sister smiled at each other as if they had heard a joke. The male monk had a compassionate look on his face, but he took out a machete from his waist and held it in front of his chest. He lowered his eyes, put away his murderous eyes, and said in a suppressed tone: "Then, let me, on behalf of the Buddha, save you, a monster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huan'er's pupils shrank into a straight line. The greatest sense of crisis in her life emerged in her mind, and every cell was screaming with fear.

She rolled to the side almost without thinking, following her animal instinct. Looking back, she saw that the place where she had just stood was completely barren, with only the brownish-yellow soil exposed. A sense of death was extending to the side.

"You evil monk! What is your purpose in contacting the young master?" Huan'er said in surprise.

"Amitabha, my name is Mingjue, and I am a Buddhist monk of the Ming generation from the Rulu Temple in Baozha," Mingjue walked slowly like a killing-hearted Bodhisattva. With every step he took, there were no lotus flowers blooming under his feet, but death energy. Wherever he passed, all things withered.

"Brother, let's make a quick decision," said the falcon trainer next to him, Mingjue's biological sister, Nalan of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, coldly, "We can't let the other side get there first!"

Huan'er knew she was going to die on the spot, so she retracted her claws and teeth and sighed, "Since I can't leave anymore, can I ask you for a favor?"

"You said."

"Don't hurt Wei Ping." Huan'er knelt down with tears in her eyes.

"Amitabha, all living things are kind," Mingjue said with emotion, "Then I will send you to paradise soon and help you escape the cycle of reincarnation!"

Mingjue raised his knife and slashed it. After a burst of black smoke, the white female wolf's head rolled to the ground.

Nalan felt a little nauseous. No matter how many times she heard such fallacies, she still felt sick.

Mingjue put down his butcher knife, sat cross-legged like a high monk, and chanted scriptures to pray for the wolf demon's salvation.

Nalan looked at Mingjue's pious back and felt a chill for no reason. There were often rumors among the immortals that the most arrogant one was Tianqiong and the most murderous one was Canglan, but she only recently discovered that the Rulu Temple, which was usually the most low-key, was the most terrifying sect.

Mingjue smiled at his sister and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nalan tried hard to force a smile and replied, "I'm thinking about how to complete the task."

"As long as we have the abbot's golden bowl, everything will be solved," Mingjue said, "Look, it has really come."