The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Yan Yan had completely captured Mei's heart. Her dark eyes darted around as she said to him, "It's not difficult for me to pay attention to you. Just go and rescue my father."

Mei's face immediately darkened: "I'm not going."

What a joke! He and Xiao Ji are mortal enemies.

Besides, Xiao Ji is a bastard, so why should he go to save him?

It would be better if he were dead.

Yan Yan didn't know what Mei was thinking, but he could tell from Mei's eyes that he was unwilling.

Yan Yan immediately pouted: "Hmph, if you don't go, I'll never talk to you again."

Mei gritted her teeth: "You little brat, how dare you threaten me?"

His red-eyed, fierce look was truly terrifying. Song Wenjun couldn't help but clench her fingers tightly. She was genuinely afraid that this ruthless killer would pounce on Yan Yan and tear her to pieces.

Song Wenjun gently tugged at Yan Yan's sleeve and winked at him, signaling him not to provoke Mei again.

But Yan Yan's fair face showed no fear. He shouted at Mei with dissatisfaction, "You're not scared, are you? Oh, I know, you're probably scared of the assassins from Northern Qi. You can't beat them."

Mei's face turned ashen inch by inch, and his eyes were practically spitting fire.

Pointing a long, slender finger at his nose, he gritted his teeth and said, "You think I'm afraid of those small fry?"

Yan Yan crossed her arms, her eyes full of disdain: "Fine, even if you're afraid, I won't laugh at you. Who told you to be so old? Of course, you can't compare to young people."

Mei hates nothing more than being told she's old.

He looked at his body in disbelief; his legs were long and slender, his shoulders broad and his waist narrow.

His face is more delicate than a woman's; not to mention women, even men would be captivated by him.

But Yan Yan, that little devil, said he was old?

He's not old at all.

"Don't think that just because I like you, I won't kill you..." Mei Qi's chest heaved violently, wishing she could rush over, grab Yan Yan's legs, turn him upside down, and give him a few hard slaps on the butt to vent her anger.

This little thing is driving him crazy.

Yan Yan wasn't afraid at all: "Go ahead and kill me. If you kill me, you'll never find such a good disciple again."

His nonchalant attitude infuriated Mei, turning her face green with rage.

Of all the children he had ever met, Yan Yan was the most gifted.

He's right. If Yan Yan dies, there will be no disciple to inherit his mantle.

Mei Xicai loves talent, and he can't bear to see Yan Yan get hurt.

He had a love-hate relationship with this little rascal.

He strode out with his arms crossed and a disgruntled expression, when Yan Yan's childish voice rang out behind him: "Old man, where are you going?"

"Go save your father," Mei said without turning her head.

"Wait, I'm going too." Yan Yan took off with her short little legs and chased after Mei.

Upon seeing this, Song Wenjun was startled and quickly reached out to stop him, crying out, "Yan Yan, you mustn't!"

However, Yan Yan raised her head with a determined look, her bright eyes shining like stars in the night sky, staring straight at her.

With confidence and courage radiating from his young face, Yan Yan said softly, "Mother, don't worry. Just stay here in the manor and I will definitely bring Father back safely!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly leaped forward, rushing towards Mei Fei like an arrow released from a bow.

As if she had anticipated this, the demon opened her arms without hesitation when she saw Yan Yan flying over.

In an instant, Yan Yan landed safely in Mei Wen Nuan's arms.

Immediately afterwards, Mei gently waved her long sleeves, and the wide sleeves, like a soft cloud, instantly wrapped Yan Yan tightly.

Then, with a light step, Mei's figure moved as nimbly as a swallow, and in the blink of an eye, she had already floated more than ten feet away like a ghost.

From a distance, the two of them looked like a black and red whirlwind, quickly disappearing into the vast night.

Song Wenjun watched helplessly as Yan Yan was taken away by the demon, and a deep anxiety welled up in her heart.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

At this moment, she was filled with worry for Xiao Ji and the child's safety, but she was powerless to do anything about it.

Aside from silently praying, she really didn't know what else she could do to protect the father and son.

The wind whistled past her ears, and Yan Yan nestled in Mei's broad embrace, only her innocent little face showing.

The scenery flashed by, but he showed no fear; his bright eyes were full of curiosity.

"Master, faster."

Mei almost lost her balance and fell from the sky because of his words.

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice trembled with excitement: "What...what did you call me?"

Seeing his expression, Yan Yan reached out her little hand and grabbed his collar tightly, saying matter-of-factly, "My mother said that if you take someone's money, you're obligated to do so. Since you promised to save my father, I'll acknowledge you as my master for the next few days. This is my way of repaying you."

Looking at the sensible Yan Yan, Mei felt an indescribable excitement.

That little brat is really tough; he said he wouldn't shout, and he didn't.

Even just a few days would be good.

Slowly reaching out, she gently stroked Yan Yan's fluffy, soft little head.

A slight smile played on his lips, his face beaming with undisguised delight: "Just for that sweet 'Master' you called me, even if it costs me my life, I will rescue your father from this predicament!"

Hearing this, Yan Yan blinked her big, bright eyes, a hint of worry and unease in them, and asked cautiously, "Is that place really that dangerous?"

Mei shook her head slightly, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes, and replied nonchalantly, "It's just a small maze, nothing to worry about. It's your father who's so useless; he's been trapped inside for three whole days and still hasn't managed to get out!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Yan's face flushed red with anger, his chest heaving violently. He glared angrily and shouted back, "You're not allowed to talk about my father like that! My father isn't some good-for-nothing; he's a great hero!"

In the depths of Yan Yan's young heart, Xiao Ji has always been a towering figure, as majestic as a mountain and as dazzling as the sun, a great hero in his heart whom no one can replace.

His mother had told him that his father was the guardian deity of the entire Southern Moon Kingdom.

Seeing how Yan Yan became so agitated because of his words, even her fur stood on end like an enraged little lion.

Mei couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. He quickly lowered his voice and gently comforted her, "Alright, alright, Master misspoke. Master knows he was wrong. Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"