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

Chapter 442 Who is the other party

The three little ones who were closer stared until their eyes were sore, but they didn't see anything.

It was late at night, and the three little ones not only had sore eyes, but also had numb legs from squatting.

Tang Yixien was in the bedroom, all his nerves were tense. At this moment, he vaguely heard a "hissing" sound behind him.

If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear that sound at all.

This is not a snake. For some reason, Tang Yixin is sure of this.

It was a flow, like the flow of water. His back became stiffer, and he could hardly hide the tension in his heart. He turned over slowly and calmly, looking towards the door while turning over.

There was nothing in front of the door, nothing at all.

And the moment he turned around, the hissing sound disappeared.

The bedroom was so quiet that Tang Yixin could even hear his own breathing.

Not right.

He had clearly heard that voice just now, and it was very similar to the last time.

Even though this kind of sound can easily lead to illusion, it is so real.

But the reality was that as far as he could see, there was nothing, and he also didn't detect anything from the breath.

Tang Yixien couldn't help but relax. All this was just speculation. Maybe that person would not come again.

Just like that, the eastern sky turned pale and gradually became brighter.

The sky was completely bright. Tang Yixin walked out of the bedroom door and happened to meet the three little ones standing up from behind the rockery.

The three of them were obviously numb from squatting. Jin Xiaoxiao straightened his body elegantly, covered his nose with a fan, and yawned.

Sheng Qingye stretched his waist without any hesitation. His legs were too long and it was really troublesome.

Xuan Yuran was rubbing his sleepy eyes.

When they reacted, they saw Tang Yixin coming out.

After a moment of being touched, Tang Yixianlin straightened up with a solemn look in his eyes.

The three of them saw Master's expression and knew that something had happened.

Several people walked into the bedroom again. The morning light shone into the gray bedroom, and it was as sharp as sword beams.

The three of them noticed that in the most secluded place on the west side of the bedroom, two lines of words were floating in the air. The words were as red as blood, emitting a dark red light. They were engraved with a blood curse, as if every word was bleeding, which was shocking to the eye.

It says, I would like to have a taste of what it feels like to be an immortal in the world of cultivation.

No signature.

But this word "朕" seems to explain everything.

"Father?"

Seeing these words and these words, Xuan Yu Gas's face suddenly turned red, and soon turned a little pale.

It's ridiculous!

Xuan Yuran turned around and was about to go look for his ridiculous father who was thinking about his master.

Tang Yixien is Xuan Yuran’s bottom line, no matter who the other person is, even if it is his own father.

There was a faint flame in his body that seemed to be about to burst out uncontrollably.

Xuan Yuran had just taken a few steps when he was stopped by Tang Yixien.

"Master... I'm sorry, father..." Xuan Yuran's watery eyes were sharp with anger.

"Xiao Xuanwu, the way this person wrote it just proves that it might not be him." Tang Yixien said soothingly in a soft and indifferent tone.

This kind of provocation and frame-up is a bit too obvious.

Xuan Yuran, whose mind was clouded by anger, calmed down temporarily.

It’s just that the flame of anger is still in my heart, but not as intense as before.

At this time, Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao's expressions were also filled with doubts.

Sheng Qingye, who has always been impulsive, also felt that it might not be done by that confused dragon, but he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He was able to leave these words quietly under their noses.

This made Sheng Qingye terrified.

He looked at Jin Xiaoxiao, and it seemed that he felt the same way.

These words written in blood are extremely vicious.

"It's dissipating." Jin Xiaoxiao suddenly said in a slightly deep voice.

The words that glowed like blood gradually disappeared as the sunlight became brighter.

The original location was empty, as if it had never been there.

"What the hell is this? Why are you acting so sneaky?" Sheng Qingye said.

The feeling that the enemy was in the dark and they were in the light made Sheng Qingye very uncomfortable.

"Indeed." Tang Yi said enviously.

He turned to look at the tired faces of the three children and couldn't help but say,

"Everything is fine here, let's go back and rest."

Finally, after Tang Yixin agreed to add the barrier, the three little ones were willing to go back and rest.

It was summer, and the flowers in the yard were blooming in disorder, just like Xuan Yuran's mood.

It would be better to let Master and fellow brothers go back, Xuan Yuran thought to himself.

This is simply too dangerous.

They have no idea who the other party is.

Xuan Yuran entered the bedroom in a daze. Seeing that his face had turned pale, Nightingale immediately brought him some ginseng soup, closed the bedroom door, and left.

She didn't understand what happened to the little prince today. He was just like the swan in recent times, always absent-minded.

Xuan Yuran grasped the barrier talisman of Tang Yixian's bedroom in his hand, then lay down on the bed, ready to take a nap.

Perhaps it was because he was too confused, or perhaps it was because he kept his eyes open for too long at night, but after turning over and over countless times, Xuan Yuran actually fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, that strange smile appeared again, and when such a father appeared, the smile on the mother's face disappeared.

His father's smile once again oozed tears of blood as he walked towards him.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes suddenly opened. Xuan Yuran woke up and sat up, looking at everything in the room and taking a deep breath.

No, he had to go find his father. There were some things he had to understand.

There are usually many dragon patterns in the emperor's bedroom, but there are none in Xuan Xiaotian's bedroom, not even a single one.

Xuan Xiaotian took a sip of the cold tea and looked at his son, Xuan Yuran, with a slightly gloomy expression.

He rarely saw such a cold look on Xuan Yuran's face.

It is said that a tiger father will have a dog son, but his son is a rookie and does not even have a concubine.

If it weren't for the high degree of similarity in appearance and the blood connection, he would really doubt whether Xuan Yuran was his biological son.

Later I heard that he forced his master to marry him, so he does look a bit like him.

"You look so bitter and resentful, what's going on so early in the morning?" Xuan Xiaotian asked, leaning back.

Perhaps it was because he was a dragon, he was either leaning, half lying, or sitting, as if he was full of lazy muscles.

Xuan Yuran looked at his lazy father, who had become even more so since his mother passed away.

Later on, he was rarely seen awake. When the clan members sent him to the cultivation clan, he didn't say a word for them.

He even said, "It's good to go and see the world." This is not what a father would say.

Apart from the unavoidable conversations between the monarch and his subjects, Xuan Yuran hardly said anything to his father.