Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

After leaving Fuling City, Lin Xiao and Yao Lie were sent out on business by He Wanglan, while He Wanglan took Jiang Heng back to the Demon Realm.

Along the way, they stopped and started, and He Wanglan seemed to have become addicted to teaching him cultivation. He would occasionally capture some small monsters to spar with him. Those monsters who were captured as sparring partners were given a high-level pill to help them cultivate, so they got a great deal and worked even harder when sparring with him.

However, with He Wanglan watching over her, the attack was always brief and to the point, ensuring that Jiang Heng was not harmed in the slightest.

"Tongtong, don't you think... this is going a little off?"

After another practice session, Jiang Heng sprawled out under a tree to rest, tilting his head to look at the person sitting not far away with their eyes closed in meditation. He couldn't help but complain to 886.

"What's wrong?"

"Giant Crane's attitude... could he be trying to become my master? If so, can I still sleep with him? Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

“…” 886 secretly glanced at He Wanglan through the consciousness space and found that the other party still had his eyes closed. He touched his chin and said confidently, “Sleep if you want to, as long as you don’t treat him as your master.”

"Hehe, you're right! The problem is, when will I be able to transform into human form...?"

Unbeknownst to them, the aura of the great demon who was cultivating just a few meters away was momentarily disrupted.

After that day, He Wanglan stopped urging Jiang Heng to cultivate as much, and their pace even quickened.

"So we don't need to cultivate today either?"

Jiang Heng perched on He Wanglan's shoulder, craning her neck to look at him. He Wanglan stared straight ahead, his tone indifferent, "Cultivation cannot be rushed."

"so."

Jiang Heng nodded thoughtfully, stretched out her forelegs, and tried to climb into the other person's arms, but before she could make a move, she was pressed down.

"what happened?"

"It's uncomfortable to rest on your shoulder, I need to be held."

He Wanglan glanced at him, then used a wisp of demonic power to envelop him, like a bubble, floating beside him. Now he could do somersaults inside it if he wanted.

"..."

"..."

"..."

A suffocating silence.

Jiang Heng snorted coldly, turned over so her backside was facing He Wanglan, and fell silent. In reality, she was already cursing along with 886 in her mind.

"Old men's moods are so unpredictable! If you don't hug them now, you'll regret it when you want to later."

"Exactly! I'm not letting him hug me anymore!"

"..."

He Wanglan looked at the little fox curled up in a ball with his back to him, his ears filled with the fox's unrestrained cursing. His brows furrowed tightly, his face full of helplessness. After thinking for a moment, he still didn't withdraw the wisp of divine consciousness left in the fox's mind. It was originally left to protect him, and now that they were in the demon realm, it should be kept even more. But he still sealed the connection between that wisp of divine consciousness and himself.

But... how did things turn out this way? How could this little fox harbor such feelings for me?

I glanced at that tiny little bundle again. At such a young age, he already knows about love and romance?

The great demon was puzzled and confused.

Until they arrived at a house in the demon city, Jiang Heng didn't utter another word. As soon as he landed, he ran off. As a result, the long-lost feeling of being entangled by roots returned.

Jiang Heng stared blankly at the green roots wrapped around her stomach. The next moment, she was suspended in mid-air and dragged backward.

886's eyes widened in disbelief. Bondage play?!

"Little fox." He Wanglan looked at Jiang Heng, who had turned her head away and refused to look at him, and said in a low voice with a hint of helplessness, "Be a good girl and wait for me to come back in the house. Don't run around."

Seeing that he still ignored her, He Wanglan reached out to hug him, but Jiang Heng kicked his hand away with a flying kick. She said she wouldn't let him hug her, and that was that.

Is this little fox serious?

He put one hand on his hip and rubbed his throbbing temples, then grabbed the root and forcibly turned Jiang Heng's face towards him, his tone serious, "Jiang Heng. I am thousands or even tens of thousands of years older than you. Some things can wait until you take human form before we consider them."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Heng's reaction, he released her and left the house.

"Damn! What does he mean?" Jiang Heng squatted on the spot with her eyes wide open. What did he mean by waiting until he transformed into human form before considering it?

"Was my intention towards him really that obvious?"

886 was also confused. What was going on? This flower fairy could not only sense him, but also hear the conversation between the host and himself.

886 told Jiang Heng his guess, and Jiang Heng immediately laughed in anger, "Oh, no wonder he's been ignoring me these past few days."

He flicked his tail, casually picked a room, ran onto the bed, curled up in a ball, and closed his eyes to cultivate.

Wait until I transform into human form, then he'll get what's coming to him.

886 watched helplessly as a white light suddenly burst forth from Jiang Heng's body, enveloping his entire fox form. 886 tilted his head in confusion, wondering, "Can getting angry really help with cultivation?"

He Wanglan left the house and went to the bottom of the cliff at Wangyou Mountain. Sensing the third aura, Ye He suddenly stood up and stood in front of Shi Lang, his right hand tightly gripping a feather fan, his eyes fixed ahead.

"Yehe, it's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Ye He withdrew her attack and saw a tall figure emerge from the darkness. She hurried forward, looking up at the newcomer with joy, "Your Excellency!"

"How is Shi Lang?"

Yehe hurriedly led the way, saying, "It's always the same; the wound just won't heal."

In the corner, Shi Lang heard the sound and struggled to get up, but He Wanglan suppressed him with her demonic power. He walked behind him and looked down at the severed tail; just as they had said, it was indeed emanating black energy.

He took out a pill and had Ye He feed it to Shi Lang. His demonic power probed into Shi Lang's body, flowing along the spiritual energy that had dissolved within the pill. At a certain point, he suddenly withdrew his demonic power.

"Your Highness?"

Yehe looked expectantly at He Wanglan, but when he shook his head, she became nervous. "You have no solution either?"

"We can only suppress it; to cure it, we still need to find Gao Li."

In the darkness, Shi Lang's eyes flickered, and he weakly comforted them, "I can hold on, Your Majesty, Ye He, don't worry."

He Wanglan coldly looked at his wound and casually responded. He drew a teleportation array on the spot, gestured for them to follow, and then disappeared into the array first.

"Shi Lang, I'll support you from behind."

Shi Lang smiled helplessly, "Little peacock, don't think of me as so weak. I can do it myself."

Seeing his insistence, Yehe stepped into the formation first to wait, while Shi Lang rose and slowly walked towards it. After they left, a section of root quietly emerged from the formation. The formation completely closed, and where Shi Lang lay, a stone was emitting black mist.

The root suddenly transformed into the shape of a crane-eye, and with a flick of his finger, the eerie stone flew to him.

"Ah."

He sneered, condensed a drop of dark blue flower dew from his fingertip, dripped it onto the stone, and then tossed it back into place.