Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Xu Lingguang nodded, opened his collar, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mu Yun peeking out.

He gently patted Muyun's head and said, "You stay here obediently and don't come out."

If we get separated, it will be very difficult to find us in this eerie place.

Mu Yun nuzzled his hand with her head, gripped his clothes tightly, and peeked out with half her head showing, revealing only her round little eyes and nose, which twitched from time to time.

Xu Lingguang patted his head and followed Lan Jian carefully.

Lan Jian held countless spiritual energy blades in his hand, which he sent flying in all directions with a gentle wave. Some of these blades seemed to disappear into water after spinning out, vanishing after a slight tremor. Others seemed to hit an invisible barrier and bounce back, but before they could even touch them, Lan Jian swept them away with his sleeve.

Lan Jian seemed to be using these spiritual energy blades to confirm something.

Sure enough, after a moment, Lan Jian had determined the direction and turned to Xu Lingguang, saying, "Go this way."

In the dead of night, with no light around, it was almost pitch black. Fortunately, cultivators have much stronger senses than ordinary people, so although they couldn't see clearly, they could at least see where they were going.

Xu Lingguang nodded obediently, reaching out to carefully grasp Lan Jian's sleeve, his expression both wary and obedient, almost exactly like Mu Yun, who was peeking out from his arms.

Lan Jian stared at him for a moment, pursed her lips, and held out her hand to him, saying, "Give me your hand."

Xu Lingguang reached out his hand in surprise, and Lan Jian naturally grasped his wrist, saying, "Let's go."

Xu Lingguang blinked and quickly followed in his footsteps.

But inwardly, he couldn't help but sigh, Chong Xue was truly a person with a cold exterior but a warm heart.

Throughout the journey, he not only didn't mind that their cultivation level was insufficient and that they were holding them back, but now he's still willing to take them along in this dangerous situation.

Xu Lingguang said softly, "Thank you. If we encounter any danger, I have a magical artifact to protect myself. I will try my best not to hold you back."

The self-defense artifact he mentioned was naturally the blessing power that Lan Jian had bestowed upon him, capable of withstanding three fatal attacks. It might not be enough in this predicament, but at least it could protect him and prevent him from becoming a burden to Chong Xue.

Lan Jianming knew what he was talking about, but looking into his sincere eyes, she suddenly asked for some reason, "What kind of magical artifact?"

Xu Lingguang was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

He said he had a magical artifact to protect himself, so he probably wouldn't ask any more questions.

But Chong Xue was clearly no ordinary person. He looked down at Xu Lingguang, his expression as if he was waiting for his answer.

Xu Lingguang hesitated for a moment, then said tactfully, "It was a life-saving item given to me by a friend. I can't take it out unless it's a critical moment."

Lan Jian gave a faint "Oh," and then asked, "You have other friends? Someone who can give you a life-saving magical artifact must be a very good friend, right?"

Xu Lingguang scratched his face, hesitated, and nodded.

He had unilaterally decided that Lan Jian was his friend, but he didn't know Lan Jian's attitude towards it, so he was quite guilty when answering the question.

What if they're just offering some employee benefits?

Xu Lingguang's hesitation, however, carried a different meaning in Lan Jian's eyes. He frowned slightly in displeasure: "What, in your heart, he's not even considered a friend?"

Xu Lingguang waved his hands repeatedly, explaining, "This matter is very complicated and cannot be explained in a short time."

Lan Jian didn't find it complicated. He had known Xu Lingguang for a longer time. Xu Lingguang even treated the two disciples of Nine Turns Manor he met later as friends, but he didn't even consider them friends.

Lan Jian was a little angry.

He pursed his lips, glanced at Xu Lingguang, then turned away and said coldly, "Let's go."

Then she grabbed Xu Lingguang's hand and walked forward, refusing to say another word.

Xu Lingguang could sense that he seemed to have suddenly become a little angry, but he couldn't figure out why he was angry, so he could only silently let him lead him forward.

Lan Jian carefully observed her surroundings and cautiously explored the path, while also keeping an eye on Xu Lingguang's reaction from her side and rear.

Xu Lingguang had one hand held tightly by him, while the other hand was protecting Mu Yun in his arms. His eyes were also busy looking around, vigilantly observing the surrounding environment.

Like a wary little animal, if he had ears on his head, they would be standing straight up.

Lan Jian thought about it and found it kind of cute.

He was still angry, but seeing Xu Lingguang like this, he wasn't so angry anymore, so he decided to give Xu Lingguang another chance.

Are we friends?

Xu Lingguang's eyes, which had been darting around, suddenly stopped, then snapped back, his eyes wide with surprise: ? ? ? ? ?

me?

Making friends with a big shot is a bit too much for me, isn't it?

He felt that at most he could only be a lackey for the big boss.

As a result, when Lan Jian saw that he was stunned and speechless again, her anger, which was only a little bit, suddenly turned into anger +max.

Lan Jian was very angry, but she still restrained herself and asked, "What, it doesn't count either?"

Xu Lingguang scratched his face and said very honestly, "If you don't mind my low cultivation level, I would of course be willing."

Lan Jian glanced at him strangely: "Why would I look down on you? Do you make friends based on cultivation level?"

He makes a lot of sense, but the truth is that no matter where you are, whether you're dating or making friends, you should always consider the compatibility of your social standing.

Xu Lingguang thought that Chong Xue was a kind person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, but he never expected to become friends with him.

Perhaps after leaving Fengling City, the other party will still be that aloof and unapproachable master of Qianjin Tower, spotless from head to toe, and requiring eight spirit horses to pull his carriage when traveling.

He would then travel by flying boat, either to visit Jiuzhuan Mountain Villa or back to Ailao Mountain.

In short, it's clear that we're not on the same wavelength.

Xu Lingguang's mind raced for a moment, then he scratched his face. He saw Chongxue staring intently at him, as if she needed an answer. He could only say, "Of course I don't look. I only make friends based on whether I like them or not."

Lan Jian nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad."

So Xu Lingguang still considers himself a friend.

As for their original forms... perhaps it's because everyone is of a different race, and it's easier to connect with someone who doesn't have a human form.

Lan Jian pondered, "If I had known this would happen, I should have used my human form to get along with Xu Lingguang sooner."

Xu Lingguang was unaware of the complicated thoughts in his mind. He didn't have time to think about it, as his attention was quickly diverted by the restless Muyun in his arms.

"what happened?"

Mu Yun kept peeking out of his arms, her nose twitching as if she were sniffing something.

"I think I can smell Ami's scent."

Mu Yun sniffed carefully for a while, and finally confirmed it. He pointed to the left and said loudly, "Go over there, Amei is over there."

Xu Lingguang turned around and glanced at Lan Jian.

Lan Jian nodded: "Let's go take a look."

Following Mu Yun's directions, the two headed southwest. After walking for about half an hour, they saw something wriggling eerily on the ground in the dark night.

Mu Yun shouted excitedly, "Amei!"

The wriggling ball of fur froze, rolled to the side, and Xu Lingguang realized that it was trying to squeeze itself into a small hole.

He glanced at Lan Jian beside him and asked hesitantly, "What is Amei doing?"

Lan Jian looked coldly at Amei and said expressionlessly, "Maybe he doesn't want to live anymore and is digging a hole to bury himself."