Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

But the final result was still a waste of effort.

Helplessly, he called the person guarding outside the door: "Shang Qianyu."

Shang Qianyu seemed to be waiting for this shout. Before he finished speaking, he opened the door and rushed to his side, "Master!"

Ji Bai looked at his starry eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Help me."

Although Shang Qianyu already knew why his master asked him to come here, hearing it with his own ears was a different feeling.

He slowly gathered his hands that were hanging by his legs, then responded hoarsely and took a step forward...

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[Two thousand words are omitted here.]

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Ji Bai lay on the bed, shielding his eyes with his arms.

Suddenly, his body flew into the air. Ji Bai subconsciously moved his hand away and grabbed the cloth on Shang Qianyu's shoulder.

Shang Qian held him with a slightly raised lip, then walked towards the bathtub and hot water he had just prepared. He lowered his voice and coaxed the person in his arms: "It means that Master is in good health and recovered in no time."

Ji Bai was angry and slapped him on the head.

Shang Qianyu didn't get angry. He gently put him back into the bathtub, leaned forward a little, and prepared to wash him with his hand.

"Get out."

Shang Qianyu paused, then immediately stopped smiling and put on a pitiful look: "Master..."

Ji Bai glanced at him coldly.

Shang Qianyu pursed his lips, then walked out, looking back every few steps.

Ji Bai took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes had returned to their previous indifference.

[Boss, it’s okay. I’ve wet the bed before! You...]

Ji Bai beat up 818 with a gloomy face, and then locked him in a small dark room.

..........

As time went by, the time agreed upon by the immortal world and the demon world was getting closer, and Shang Qianyu spent less time with Ji Bai.

Ji Bai, feeling more comfortable, sat in a rocking chair and read a book.

The orange light shining into the room through the window fell lazily on him, making him look a lot gentler.

818, with a few big lumps on her head that hadn't gone away yet, sat on the other side, looking at him infatuatedly while crunching on her snacks.

After crunching through two bags, it wiped its mouth.

The boss is still the best.

It leaned its head over and said, "Boss, I see you seem to have been reading this book for quite a while. What is this book?"

Ji Bai closed the book indifferently and showed it the name on the cover.

[“How to raise pigs and train dogs”? ] 818 walked away with some disdain: [Boss, you have really bad taste. ]

Ji Bai didn't say anything, just opened the book and continued reading.

818 returned to the original place and continued to eat potato chips.

But as it ate, it slowed down a bit and something tasted wrong.

Finally, it suddenly widened its eyes and looked at Ji Bai: [Boss! You called me a dog! ! ]

As soon as the words fell, 818's reaction became even greater, and he jumped up from where he was standing: [You actually want to discipline me! You have bad intentions towards me! ! ! ! ? ]

Ji Bai: .......

818 put the potato chips aside, bit his paw, and then said to him earnestly: [Boss, there is no result between people and systems. Besides, I have always only regarded you as the boss, you...]

“duangduangduang!!!”

818 added a new bag to the old one. After being hit three times, its mind became clearer. It scratched its head a little embarrassedly: [So you didn't think of me as a dog, but a pig. I'm sorry I misunderstood. ]

Ji Bai retracted his clenched fist and returned his gaze to the book.

[No!] 818 ate two more chips and then realized: [Boss, you scolded me!?]

However, before it could show its might, it heard the boss's voice: [Let's talk about the outside world.]

818 immediately put the current affairs behind him and talked to him seriously about what was happening outside, and occasionally brought up the screen for him to see.

[....Song Fangle is now in the Demon Realm, saying that he is here to have a final negotiation with Shang Qianyu. If Shang Qianyu still refuses to release them, then he will no longer stop the war between the Immortal Cultivation Realm and the Demon Realm.]

Ji Bai raised his eyelids and looked at the screen.

Shang Qianyu, who was sitting in the upper seat, was dressed in black, with a few strands of long hair casually tied up with a black jade hairpin. His face was handsome and stern, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Song Fangle, who was sitting in the chair, looked at him solemnly, "Shang Qianyu, I'm going to ask you one last time, are you going to let Guan Xuqiu go or not?"

Shang Qianyu looked down at the people below with cold eyes, pretending to be sad, but his tone was not sad at all: "Why does the Immortal Master always want to separate me and my master?"

Song Fangle frowned and scolded, "Since ancient times, the evil ways of your demon world have been forged with the blood of people from our world of immortal cultivation. Now that you are the Demon Lord of the Demon World, you have the nerve to ask me why I want to break you up!"

Song Fangle paused in the middle of his scolding, and then the veins on his forehead began to throb: "You evil disciple! Who said I'm here to break you up!?"

What do you mean by breaking them up? It's obvious that this scoundrel used all means to kidnap them!

Shang Qianyu chuckled, then leaned back in his chair lazily, saying in a lazy and casual tone: "Xianzun, you don't have to worry too much about the affairs between me and Master. I will send you invitations in a few days. After all, you are Master's brothers and sisters, so I still have to give you two glasses of wedding wine."

Song Fangle didn't react at first. When he did, his eyes widened: "You scoundrel! You...you..."

Song Fangle was so angry that he couldn't say anything. It took him a long time to utter a complete sentence: "Marry? You filthy demon boy, how dare you defile my junior brother? How dare you? How dare you? "

Shang Qianyu's eyes turned cold, his back left the chair, and he leaned forward, looking at the man who had drawn his sword in front of him with a gloomy look. A terrifying aura of oppression emanated from his body, and his voice was cold: "I call you Immortal Venerable because you are my master's senior brother. Do you really think that I can't kill you?"

Song Fangle's eyes were gloomy and he gripped the hilt of the sword. He knew that he alone could not kill the Demon Lord in front of him, but he was unwilling to go back like this.

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong, and his eyes suddenly looked in one direction. Then, he immediately rushed towards that direction with his sword in hand.

Seeing this, Shang Qianyu's eyes darkened completely. He stood up and caught up with Song Fangle who wanted to run to the innermost part with ghostly steps.

He pinched Song Fangle's neck, his dark eyes seemed to be looking at a dead object.

"Shang Qianyu! If you dare to spare my life, I will definitely get rid of my junior brother today!" Song Fangle bared his teeth and glared.