The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

"Xuan Yuran, this is the illusion of your inner demon, please wake up." Tang Yixien said solemnly.

Tang Yixien noticed that Xuan Yuran's expression was slightly dazed, with an abnormal blush in his eyes.

He tried hard to break free from the restraints behind him and called on the spiritual power to linger on his wrists, but it was useless.

Tang Yixian was about to use his sword when Xuan Yuran's cool hand touched Tang Yixian's face, his eyes dark and sinister.

"Master, those are my feathers. You can't break free from them."

"Xuan Yuran!" Tang Yixien shouted in a low voice.

Xuan Yuran shook his head slightly after being called out like this. After a pause, his eyes were once again filled with a stubborn and well-behaved light. He hugged Tang Yixuan tightly in his arms:

"Master, why do you always want to escape? If I lock you up, will you stop running away?"

Being held in his arms like this, Tang Yixien felt waves of heat all over his body, which was caused by the Xuan Yu Burning Demon Pill.

It's so hot that it's about to melt, and it has the aroma of heated milk.

Tang Yixien felt weak all over.

"Come back with me." Xuan Yuran suppressed the paranoia in his eyes and smiled innocently.

Tang Yixuan saw the abnormal stagnation in Xuan Yuran's eyes. People who are trapped in their inner demons are more obsessed than usual.

It will magnify the obsession infinitely.

"Disciple will not tell the eldest and second brothers. Master belongs to this disciple and wants to have a little phoenix with this disciple."

"Xuan Yuran, don't talk nonsense! My master is a man."

Xuan Yuran was so unconscious that he was following his phoenix instincts.

After saying this, Xuan Yuran picked up Tang Yixin horizontally.

Tang Yixian's pure white gauze dress fluttered for a moment, like the pure moonlight, in his arms. Xuan Yuran only wanted this person.

Xuan Yuran was trapped in his own inner demons and was completely unable to extricate himself.

He was trapped in that period of sleepless days and nights searching for his master.

Finally, he found it, but his master was hiding from him.

If it likes something, it will bring it back to the nest and give birth to little phoenixes. The phoenix’s love is so simple.

At this time, there were unicorns and huge birds that had never been seen before circling in the sky.

Tang Yixien, who was in Xuan Yuran's arms, looked up at the sky.

So this time, the demon tribe sent out so many birds to catch him?

One of the most majestic and ferocious Qilins landed, and Xuan Yuran leaped up, holding Tang Yixin and jumping onto the Qilin's back.

"Master, I will take you home." Xuan Yuran said in a low voice.

Just like that, Tang Yixin was brought to the gate of the demon clan's palace again.

But this time, the demon palace was a little different. It was no longer ancient and mottled.

The palace is solemn and exudes the splendor of the royal family, and the vermilion lacquer on the gate is as shiny as new.

This place was imagined by Xuan Yuran. It was what he looked like as a child, when the demon race had not yet declined.

It is also the happiest time for Xuan Yuran.

"Put me down first." Tang Yixien said to Xuan Yuran.

He was carried like this all the way.

"Disciple is not tired. I will take you back to the bedroom."

Xuan Yuran carried the person in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.

Walking through the palace gates and crossing the threshold, the sunlight reflected on Xuan Yuran's slightly flickering eyelashes, and a smile was on the corners of his pale pink lips.

This is what he has always wanted to do, holding his master in his arms and walking through every brick and tile of his childhood.

The maids who met on the road all bowed to her.

"Greetings to Your Highness, Princess."

.....

Tang Yixien had no choice but to let Xuan Yuran, thinking of waking him up slowly.

He was always indulgent and gentle towards Xiao Xuanwu.

After passing through the garden, corridor and palace, Tang Yixin was carried into the bedroom and then placed on the bed.

The bed was too dangerous, and his hands were tied.

"Let me go, my arms hurt." Tang Yixien said. It was really uncomfortable to have his hands behind his back, especially since he had been carried all the way.

Xuan Yuran smiled faintly, slowly leaning forward, supporting himself with his arms on both sides, and holding Tang Yixien under him. Tang Yixien slightly tilted his neck and dodged backward until he leaned against the carved bed frame.

There were deep ripples in Xuan Yuran's eyes, and they were on the bed, so Tang Yixien's breathing was a little nervous.

Until he had no way to retreat, Xuan Yuran's handsome face was already at the tip of his nose. Feeling the other's breath, he was already firmly trapped in the other's arms.

This kind of Xuan Yuran is both perverse and charming.

"Master, don't be afraid, I will help you untie it."

Xuan Yuran had a playful smile on his lips, and his voice was as sweet as it was during the morning training class, but Tang Yixuan's heart was beating wildly when he heard it.

Xuan Yuran put his arms around Tang Yixian's waist, letting him press against his chest, unbuttoning his feathers. Tang Yixian was forced to rest his chin on his shoulder.

Tang Yixian's ears turned red, and then he felt his arms loosen and he could finally move.

He relaxed his arm and turned his wrist. This illusion felt so real.

Tang Yixian turned around, held Xuan Yuran's shoulders, and said very seriously:

"Xuan Yuran, wake up. Do you remember Mei Ji?" Even so, Tang Yixien's voice was still soft, and the sword beside him was not unsheathed.

But when it comes to these things, Xuan Yuran acts as if he didn't hear anything.

Is there still shielding?

Tang Yixuan couldn't help but feel nervous. How could he make Xuan Yuran sober up?

If a monk immerses himself in his inner demons for a long time, he will easily become possessed.

He had originally paid close attention to this point about the three little ones, but the beautiful girl still took advantage of it.

This Meiji is really hateful.

While Tang Yixi was thinking, he suddenly remembered the Qingxin Guben Pill that Yao Lao gave him.

It was originally intended to keep him awake when his furnace cauldron constitution attacked.

I heard from Yao Lao that this elixir is extremely precious, and one of the ingredients in it is no longer available.

It takes hundreds of years to refine.

But at this time, he couldn't care less.

Tang Yixian was about to reach out to take the pill when Xuan Yuran suddenly became serious. He clamped Tang Yixian's jaw and said infatuatedly:

"Master, please give birth to a little phoenix for this disciple."

Tang Yixian narrowed his eyes. How did these words connect together?

He's a man, isn't it obvious?

Tang Yixin looked carefully at the person in front of him. Xuan Yuran's eyes were blurred, as if he had drunk fake wine.

Tang Yixien felt that this was not going to work, so he quickly went to get his spirit storage bag, but after searching for a while, he couldn't find the pill.

In a flash, he was thrown onto the bed, his wrists grabbed.

"Xuan Yuran!" he shouted with a slightly cold expression.

Every time he shouted, he felt that Xuan Yuran's expression froze, as if the program was stuck.

But it's all useless.

Xuan Yuran grabbed Tang Yixin's wrist with one hand, tied his hands together again with the feathers, and fixed them on the head of the bed.

Tang Yixian's heart trembled.

But when he looked at Xuan Yuran, he saw a pair of clear and innocent eyes.

Sure enough, Xuan Yuran then lay down beside Tang Yixin with satisfaction, hugging his waist.

It was as if he felt relieved after tying up the treasure he had brought back, and his mind became clearer.

What is this operation?

"Who did you learn this way of tying people up?" Tang Yixin asked.