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

Jin Xiaoxiao saw Sheng Qingye's worried expression at this moment, her heart tightened, and she even forgot to put down the wine glass in her hand.

At this moment, Sheng Qingye raised his eyes, frowned slightly and then said,

"Tell me, Master, can you apply the medicine? What if it leaves a scar? I'm so worried, but... I like it even if it leaves a scar."

Sheng Qingye became more and more crazy as he spoke.

Jin Xiaoxiao grabbed the Lingxi fan in her hand and wanted to hit someone.

He put away the wine jug on the table, took the wine glass in front of Sheng Qingye, squinted his eyes and said,

"Okay, it's getting late, stop drinking. I see you're drunk. Go back and take a shower and go to bed!"

He learned this from his master.

Jin Xiaoxiao grabbed Sheng Qingye's wrist and walked him out of the house.

"Hey... aren't you worried about Master too? If you're not worried, why are you going today?"

Jin Xiaoxiao paused, then pushed the person out the door.

He heard Sheng Qingye mumbling something at the door, and then there was no sound. He must have gone back.

He sat back in his chair alone, feeling inexplicably upset.

The waning moon was in the sky, and Xuan Yuran was now in the dense forest behind the Tang family's mountain.

Because the back mountain is too big, this place is not within the Tang family's barrier.

In the dense forest, there was a pitch-black silence.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo..." The cuckoo's call came from not far away.

Cuckoos are rarely seen among the cultivation community.

Xuan Yuran looked around and paced left and right. The evening breeze blew across his face, and the annoyance in his heart was relieved a little.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo..."

There were two more cuckoo calls, with the same tone and pitch.

This time, the sound was closer to him.

Xuan Yuran discovered something was wrong at this moment. The cuckoo's voice seemed somewhat familiar.

"cloth.."

When the voice was halfway through, Xuan Yuran shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"Grandpa, stop yelling and come out!"

Sure enough, the shadow of a tree not far away shook, and Xuan Yuran’s grandfather Su Mingyuan walked out from the shadow behind the tree.

"Meet Grandpa."

After paying his respects, Xuan Yuran took a long breath helplessly.

People call him an old naughty boy. His grandfather is not young, probably several hundred years old, but sometimes he is too childish.

"Grandpa, I'm alone here. We don't need any secret codes. Besides, you're not a cuckoo."

Xuan Yuran's grandfather is actually an owl. At night, he becomes particularly energetic, and his slightly large eyes are bright and shining.

"Oh, grandson, I'm used to it now, right? The cuckoo's call is more pleasant."

The older generation of demons often use this secret code to communicate with each other.

Xuan Yuran sighed helplessly.

Under the moonlight, Xuan Yuran was dressed in bright red, eye-catching and gorgeous.

Su Mingyuan discovered a problem at this time. Xuan Yuran was still wearing red today.

The last time I saw her, she was dressed like this. He couldn't help but say with heartache,

"Xuanwu, how come this cultivator doesn't even have clothes? Grandpa remembers that you hate the bright red color the most."

In fact, Xuan Yuran had changed his clothes, but the color was red, so Su Mingyuan couldn't tell.

"I... like it now..." Xuan Yuran stammered.

Su Mingyuan mouthed "oh" and he understood.

It turns out that boys change a lot when they grow up, even their hobbies change.

"Red looks good too. My grandson looks a lot like his mother. He's fair-skinned and looks good in anything he wears."

He started the mode of looking at the younger generation as if they were good-looking no matter what.

At this time, Su Mingyuan's expression calmed down and he said,

"I have already sent a great gift to your heartless father. That woman is a thousand-year-old vixen. She has her share of suffering. Now it all depends on Xiaoqian's methods."

The vixen's name was Xiaoqian.

A thousand-year-old vixen, incredibly beautiful, with all the tricks she could think of in bed.

Only by dealing with that unfaithful man in this way can he feel relieved.

After Su Mingyuan finished speaking, he kept looking at Xuan Yuran's reaction. He was worried that he would be soft-hearted.

Only after seeing that Xuan Yuran's expression was calm did he feel relieved.

Xuan Yuran is a person who does not regret once he makes a decision.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Besides, doesn’t his father like all kinds of women?

From childhood to adulthood, Xuan Yuran watched the women around his father change one after another.

My mother's eyes were red from crying at that time.

Then let him enjoy it to his heart’s content!

At this moment, Xuan Yuran's usually clear and restrained eyes darkened, and his expression took on a gloomy look. He asked his grandfather beside him,

"Grandpa, what does it feel like to like someone?"

Su Mingyuan was a little confused when asked this question suddenly.

He looked at his grandson, who now had a slightly angry expression on his face.

Could it be that he is in love for the first time?

Su Mingyuan pondered how to answer.

They, the demon race, usually digest most of their food by themselves.

Currently, in the demon clan, and even in the entire Yuanzhi Continent, the only phoenix is ​​Xuan Yuran.

At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said,

"Do you like that peacock named Erya? She got married last year and gave birth to a brood of little peacocks. Don't dwell on her. Besides, you are of royal blood, and you two are not suitable for each other."

......

Xuan Yuran didn't even remember the existence of such a person. What was going on in his grandfather's mind?

Xuan Yuran sighed out all the anger he had accumulated in the past year tonight. He seemed to understand why his mother was so simple-minded.

"No, grandpa." Xuan Yuran replied readily.

"What is that?" Su Mingyuan was still thinking.

At this moment, Xuan Yuran's handsome and fair face was a little cold under the moonlight, and he said,

"Grandpa, do you think the cultivators would be willing to marry into the demon race?"

Perhaps it was because Xuan Yuran looked a little serious.

At this time, Su Mingyuan couldn't help but become serious. He was the leader of a demon clan, but he was more relaxed in front of his grandson and family.

He naturally guessed that the person his grandson liked was from the cultivation clan, and that she was a very difficult person to get.

Otherwise he wouldn't say so.

Su Mingyuan's expression was slightly stern, and with the leisurely tone of an elder, he snorted coldly and said,

"If it weren't for your incompetent father, how could we, the demon race, have submitted to the cultivator race? In terms of strength, we are not inferior to the cultivators at all."

Xuan Yuran understood, he lowered his eyes, and then nodded slightly.

He understood that if they wanted to marry into the cultivation clan and become a Taoist partner with their master, their demon clan could not remain the same as it is now.

In the past few decades, the demon race has become increasingly decadent, like a pile of loose sand, just waiting to die.

Moreover, he had no idea that his father was so heartless before. He had been in the cultivation clan for so long and had almost never asked about it.

Sometimes, the disappointment is not caused by a big quarrel, but by the long-term pain.

There was a dim candlelight in Tang Yixin's inner room. The wounds on his body hurt and he couldn't lie down, so he lay down in a comfortable position and went to sleep.

"Ding.."

The sound of Youyou system starting up rang in my mind. Youyou hadn't been online for a few days.

This is really a coincidence.

I must treat him like this today.

Tang Yixi sighed.

"Hehehehe... Host, what's wrong with you?"