The male protagonist is always so crooked when he is cute

The woman who came out of the mist of the Cangshan barrier was dressed in black, and the demons admired black, and her black clothes seemed to indicate that she was a demon.

Her clothes are bold even among the demons.The wide-sleeved and slender waist style revealed a white and greasy neck, and the slightly long back hem dragged to the ground, but the short front and long back of the robe exposed her slender and graceful calves.

Xue Bohong is barefoot, with a somewhat old silver bell tied with red silk on her delicate right ankle, which seems a bit out of place with her, but it seems natural, as if she was born to be like this.

All the people present were monks, and there were no serious moralists, but in front of Shen Huai'an and Mo Nanke, no one dared to speak nonsense.Facing those frivolous or dissatisfied gazes, Xue Bohong didn't bow her head shyly or feel ashamed like an ordinary woman. She returned her gazes without fear and viciously, and then walked in front of Shen Huai'an.

"My king, it's ready." Xue Bohong blessed Mo Nanke, and then walked up to Shen Huaian and bowed, presenting him the jade bowl on the tray in her hand.

Regarding Xue Bohong's actions, Shen Huai'an's eyes showed a gleam of satisfaction.Many people among the demons have met Mo Nanke, and Mo Nanke's current body still bears the name of Shen Huai'an's "disciple".A disciple who didn't know why, and speciously spread rumors that it was their king's cauldron. Among the demons, there was no one who really respected Mo Nanke's body.

It turned out that Shen Huai'an didn't care about this, but now that Master just woke up and met these monks looking for trouble, Shen Huai'an hasn't worked hard enough to establish prestige for Master in the Demon Race.What Xue Bohong did undoubtedly satisfied Shen Huai'an.This woman is very good at being a person, and she is also good at handling things, so she can stay under his hands and become one of his thirteen demon envoys.

Shen Huaian did not take the jade bowl that Xue Bohong handed over, but glanced at Mo Zhunan.Xue Bohong quickly understood, twisted her waist and walked towards Mo Zhunan.

The vermilion-painted nails seemingly inadvertently brushed across Mo Zhunan's chest, and a smile mixed with innocence and charm appeared on Xue Bohong's face.This woman is beautiful and knows how to use her beauty.The waist-level long hair swept over Mo Zhunan's hand, and it was more oxygen-generating than the slap on the chest.

Mo Zhunan's body stiffened slightly, but he stepped back calmly.He didn't say anything like "a girl respects herself" that would make him look prudish.This is the best way to save yourself now.

The expression on his face was as gentle as ever, Mo Zhunan cupped his hands at Xue Bohong, and said, "Miss, thank you." Then he used the formula and forced a drop of blood from his fingertips.

Heart blood is very precious to monks, but it is also worth using heart blood to recognize relatives by dripping blood.No matter how many generations apart, whether there is a blood relationship can be easily tested with hard work.

"Mr. Mo, you're welcome." Xue Bohong smiled coquettishly, and reached out to lift up the jade bowl on the tray.Mo Zhunan's blood fell into the jade bowl, and there was a sound of pearls and jade falling to the ground.

Then Xue Bohong didn't hand the jade bowl directly to Mo Nanke, but retreated to Shen Huaian.

Shen Huaian picked up the jade bowl from the tray and walked up to Mo Nanke.

"It hurts a little." While saying this, Shen Huaian grabbed one of Mo Nanke's fingers. During the whole process, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, and then he took the blood from Mo Nanke's fingertips. In the jade bowl.

That touch of distress was very clear, and it fell on everyone's eyes, with a little bit of strangeness, and then they wanted to speculate on the relationship between the two of them.

Even Mo Nanke himself felt that his apprentice was a bit exaggerated.Although the two of them were the same last night, it's not that he has become a woman, and it's not that he can't bear this little pain.

——At that time, Mo Nanke didn't understand that when he really loves someone, he must put that person on the top of his heart and keep it properly.Just wanting to hold all the sweetness in this world in front of him is not enough, how can he be willing to let him feel a little bit sad.

Two drops of blood fell into the cup, Xue Bohong scanned the surroundings, and directly handed the jade bowl to an old man among the group of monks.The old man is the head of a sect, he is the person with the highest cultivation level present, and he is also quite prestigious.What is needed for this kind of thing in front of Dripping Blood is just the simplest little formula, even a little monk who has just entered the Tao can do it.What Xue Bohong did this time was just to make those monks more convinced.

The old man didn't refuse either, he used his spiritual power to levitate the jade bowl out of thin air, and he stood there and recited the formula.

Shen Huaian moved closer to Mo Nanke's side, waiting for Mo Zhunan to slap himself in the face.He didn't believe that Mo Zhunan dared to stalk and bite without any relationship with his master, but now that he had reached this point, if he had a relationship, he would make them irrelevant.The master is his, and every inch of this body is shaped by him, and the heart and soul are naturally his.The soul in this body was also recalled by him himself, Shen Huaian absolutely forbids Master to have any involvement with others.

Even if there is, sooner or later, that connection will be severed by him.

Following the old man's formula, the milky jade bowl gradually became transparent, and everyone stared at the change of the two drops of blood in the bowl with bated breath.The two drops of blood touched each other and separated again.Touch again, and separate again.

As if something caused their two drops of blood to attract each other but faintly repel each other, everyone's hearts were tugged with the attraction and repulsion of the blood.

On the other hand, Shen Huai'an looked relaxed. Why was he still nervous about something that he already knew the outcome?

The blood test in the world of cultivating immortals is a little more complicated than in the mortal world, and everyone is anxiously waiting.In the end, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and Shen Huai'an, who had just secretly held up Master's hand while everyone was looking at the jade bowl, raised his eyelids and looked at the situation in the cup.

The situation in the cup... can be said to have greatly exceeded Shen Huai'an's expectations.He never thought that the master's blood and Mo Zhunan's blood would fuse together.

Two drops of blood melted into one drop in the jade bowl, and this drop of blood gradually became more mellow following the series of formulas read by the old man, and finally turned into an agate-like bead with Surrounded by traces of golden light.

Mo Zhunan walked forward with a smile, reached out and took the blood-red bead.He smiled at Shen Huai'an, and said just now: "I have already confessed my relatives with a drop of blood, but do you believe me, brother?"

Inexplicable.It is simply inexplicable.

Shen Huai'an felt a little hesitant.Master died that day, and his body today is no longer the body of that day.Every vein in Mo Nanke's veins is filled with Wangchuan River water. If there is really any blood in his body, it is because Shen Huaian dripped it in order to reshape his body that day.

In other words, Mo Nanke's painstaking effort originally belonged to Shen Huai'an.After he awakened from the demon that day, the entire Shen family has followed him into a demon clan. Except for Shen Yuan and a few available people who were active outside, the entire Shen family has not entered the north of Cangshan Mountain.In other words, it is impossible for there to be members of the Shen family who are cultivating immortality in the world.

But it happened that Mo Zhunan's painstaking efforts could be fused with him, Shen Huaian felt strange no matter what he thought.

Shen Huaian didn't say anything for a long time, and Mo Zhunan didn't urge him either.He slowly unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and after thinking for a moment, he said to Shen Huai'an: "Zhu Nan didn't have any malicious intentions in coming here this time, he just came here to welcome back the ancestor's remains, and if you are bothering me, please come here." Forgive me."

Ignoring Shen Huai'an's increasingly dark complexion, Mo Zhunan continued: "Today I was shocked to hear that Patriarch Qingxiao is still here, so Zhu Nan is relieved."

Shen Huaian pursed his lips tightly.

When Mo Nanke's cultivation reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, he could faintly touch the rules of heaven and earth, but now that his cultivation has reached the level of Shen Huai'an, his cultivation is directly linked to the life and death of a population. In a sense, , The more the number of demons, the more advanced the cultivation of the people of the demons, the more unfathomable his cultivation.

Now Shen Huai'an can also touch some of the so-called rules of heaven and earth.He realized that all of this seemed to be driven by someone in the dark.Moreover, that person once cared for him very much, but every step he takes now is to push him to death.

There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.That being the case, why not let the horse come over.He, Shen Huai'an, was never afraid when he was the most humble and weak, and now he is even less afraid.He wanted to see what that man was doing for so many things.

The sudden coercion released from Shen Huaian's body made the people next to him almost weak in their legs, and Mo Zhunan, who was closest to him and was talking to him, was the first to bear the brunt.With a hint of fishy sweetness in his throat, Mo Zhunan took a hard breath, but he didn't lower his head.

"Zhu Nan and the ancestor are of the same origin after all. I wanted to welcome the remains of the ancestor back to enshrine, but now..." When Shen Huaian heard that Mo Zhunan was going to welcome the ancestor back, the momentum around him became even stronger.Mo Zhunan can be regarded as the most rapid-improved cultivator in the cultivation world recently, but that level of cultivation is still not enough for Shen Huaian.

Spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", Mo Zhunan's body softened, and he knelt on the ground with one knee under the pressure of the powerful coercion.After taking a hard breath, Mo Zhunan said intermittently: "I am afraid that the ancestor is unwilling to go back with Zhu Nan now. The ancestor is an elder, and it is not easy for Zhu Nan to dictate the elder's affairs."

Striving to stand up from the ground, Mo Zhunan said to the monk behind him, "It's the Mo family's business to welcome the ancestor back, so I'm sorry for my fellow Taoists. Now that the ancestor doesn't want it, it's not good for Zhunan." Reluctantly, let's go back."

Everyone was feeling uncomfortable under the coercion of Shen Huai'an, and when they heard him take the initiative to say this, they all agreed.When this group of people came, they were chattering and chattering, but they left happily, and they left clean after a while.

Mo Nanke, who had been silent all this time, watched the crowd walk away, and said to Shen Huaian just now: "Huai'an, let's go back too."

The expression on Shen Huaian's face that made people want to retreat three feet at all times did not frighten Mo Nanke.He took Shen Huai'an's hand and walked back, chatting with him again and again.

There is a full 600-year "time difference" between him and the world. In 600 years, Mo Nanke's original world could have been settled long ago, and the sea has changed, but it is just a flick of a finger here.What happened in these 600 years is enough for Mo Nanke and Shen Huaian to chat for a long time.

The two walked like this, Xue Bohong followed behind them, deliberately controlled the bell on the ankle so that there was no sound.At this moment, the deliberate charm faded from her face, and her eyes were so clear that they could reflect the reflection of the person she was looking at.

And the man in her eyes, dressed in white, was in a trance like a fairy.