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

Chapter 438 Tiptoeing

Tang Yixin immediately mobilized the spiritual power around him to break through the force exerted on him.

His golden elixir circulated rapidly in his body, flushing the meridians that were restricted by something.

On this summer night, fine beads of sweat oozed out of Tang Yixin's forehead, and he even felt a little cold.

To make matters worse, at this moment, he suddenly heard a hissing sound coming from under his feet.

Not outside the door, but right at his feet, right beside him.

Tang Yixien's heart trembled.

Is it a snake?

But the sound doesn't sound like that. It sounds more like the sound of very thin water flowing, like a water pipe is turned on but there is no water.

It's not a snake.

If it were any other time, Tang Yixin wouldn't be so nervous. Maybe it was some unknown monster that disturbed his sleep, so he could just kill it.

But the current situation of the demon clan is definitely not that simple, and it is probably related to this incident.

Thinking of the other party's strength, Tang Yixin couldn't help but feel frightened. He didn't want to become a madman.

He called Youyou in his mind, but there was no response for a long time. It was the middle of the night, so he probably fell asleep.

The sound seemed to be getting closer and closer, which made Tang Yixin feel a little numb in his feet.

It was like when he was a kid reading a horror novel and his feet were sticking out of the quilt, but he couldn't pull them back in, and it felt like something was crawling onto his feet.

It seems that he can only rely on himself. He tried his best to call upon his spiritual power, and the golden elixir in his body was about to start smoking.

Finally, he felt that his hands could move. Although his cultivation level had not reached the Nascent Soul stage, it was not low either.

Just when he really felt something crawling onto his feet, Tang Yixin was finally able to move.

He immediately stood up and sat up, looking at his feet in the moonlight. In an instant, he seemed to see a very thin red line.

But when I looked again in an instant, it was gone.

Tang Yixien picked up his sword and jumped to the door. At the same time, he heard the clattering footsteps running away.

With a dull sound, Tang Yixien pushed open the door.

On the corridor outside the door, illuminated by a row of hazy candlelight, a figure was running quickly towards the yard on the left side of the corridor.

Although it was very fast, Tang Yixin still saw the man's face clearly. It was Wolong, Xuan Yuran's father, Xuan Xiaotian.

When Tang Yixin chased to the garden at the end of the corridor, Xuan Xiaotian had already disappeared in the darkness.

How can this be?

Could it be that Wolong did all these things?

But what's the reason?

Do you think the demon race is too boring?

Is it because he is not satisfied with these concubines and wants to change one?

Tang Yixien stood in the corridor, gazing at the dark garden. The shadows were hazy, but the corners were unusually bright. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the fire of the turtles seemed brighter than before.

Maybe he was frightened?

Just as Tang Yixien turned around to return to the bedroom, patches of red on the green floor tiles caught his eyes.

The corridor was too dark, Tang Yixien half squatted down and looked carefully at the red mark. It turned out to be a footprint, a bloody footprint, but the footprint was very light, as if only the front of the foot touched the ground.

Tang Yixin stood up and looked towards the corridor. The bloody footprints extended all the way to the door of his bedroom.

It looks like a bunch of red plum blossoms.

Is this person walking on tiptoe?

And no shoes?

Thinking of this, Tang Yixien couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

From childhood to adulthood, I have watched too many horror movies and have too many associations.

There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window in Xuan Yuran's bedroom, and the moonlight reflected on the ground was a brilliant and frosty white.

Above the bed, there was a translucent window made of moon-white ice crystals. The moonlight shone on Xuan Yuran's somewhat pale face. In his sleep, his brows were tightly furrowed.

During this period, he had a rare rest and took a nap, but he fell into a nightmare.

In his dream, he returned to a certain day in his childhood.

He sat on a patch of grass and played, clutching a small wooden animal sculpture his mother had given him.

He held the wolf cub in his left hand and tried to eat the rabbit carving in his right hand.

"Xuanwu..." Father's voice sounded from behind.

He turned around and saw his father walking towards him with a happy smile. As Xuan Yuran looked at him, he stretched out his chubby little hands, asking his father to hold him.

At this moment, his mother suddenly came over and hugged him in her arms.

"He doesn't understand anything." There seemed to be fear in the mother's voice.

Xuan Yuran was still young at that time, and he never quite understood why his mother would sometimes treat his father like that.

On weekdays, my mother was extremely gentle and graceful towards my father most of the time, before he married so many concubines.

At this moment, the father's eyes in the dream were suddenly filled with bloodshot, and gradually covered with red, as if it were bright red blood.

Xuan Yuran was so scared that he cried, and as a little boy, he often had this kind of nightmare.

After growing up, he gradually forgot about it, but he dreamed about it again today.

Even though Xuan Yuran had grown up, he was still frightened and trembling all over when faced with such a scene. He suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, and his hands tightly grasped the gauze quilt.

At this moment, he heard a knock on the door, followed by the gentle voice of his master.

"Xiao Xuanwu, are you asleep?"

Tang Yixien came to find Xuan Yuran, naturally for what happened tonight, but as soon as the door opened, Xuan Yuran threw himself into his arms.

He could feel Xuan Yuran shivering and his body was cold.

"Master..." Xuan Yuran hugged him tightly.

Tang Yixien raised his foot slightly. He was no longer as tall as Xuan Yuran, and his self-esteem made him stand on tiptoe.

This way, I can protect little Xuanwu in my arms.

"Having a nightmare?" Tang Yixien could only think of this possibility.

He rarely saw Xuan Yuran trembling like this.

The person in his arms seemed to nod, and then hugged him tighter. He had no choice but to raise his foot again and gently stroke Xuan Yuran's back to soothe him.

Xuan Yuran felt instantly relieved. He had been sleeping alone in this bedroom since he was a child.

I sometimes have nightmares, and I always want someone to hold me when I wake up. Now I finally have that dream.

How could Xuan Yuran not rely on such a person, and how could he let go?

"Okay, let's go inside and talk." Tang Yixin said to Xuan Yuran, who was no longer shaking in his arms.

Only then did Xuan Yuran realize that his master must have something going on since he came to see him so late.

He took a long breath and reluctantly let go of Tang Yixien.

The two of them sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Tang Yixien poured a glass of water for Xuan Yuran. Xuan Yuran gulped it down, and his composure returned to normal.

Then, he heard something even more terrifying. Tang Yixien slowly recounted what happened tonight.

Tang Yixien told Xuan Yuran everything that happened tonight, and in an inquiring tone, he said that he saw Xuan Yuran's father.

He would not mistake that face.

But seeing Xuan Yuran's confused look, he thought, maybe it's not a good idea to say such things about someone else's father.