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"My subordinates feel that we should send people to suppress the monster as soon as possible instead of allowing it to grow beyond control."

"Oh?" Shen Ke touched the jade ring on his thumb and stared at him with a half-smile: "The elder really cares about the people of the world!

How about I give up my position as the leader to you? "

No matter how slow the elder was, he could still hear the displeasure in Shen Ke's words.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed and said in salute: "Everything is done according to the master's orders. The subordinates are just here to report, please don't blame the master!"

Shen Ke smiled and slowly walked down from the high seat: "Elder, why should you panic?"

The elder's figure was hunched, almost kneeling in front of Shen Ke, his old body trembling constantly.

Shen Ke stood in front of him and looked down at the elder who was almost kneeling on the ground expressionlessly: "Elder, there are no monsters in the three miles east of Jicheng City, right?"

"This...this..." the elder hesitated, not wanting to agree with Shen Ke.

"I am willing to believe that the elders will not deceive me, right?" Shen Ke looked at him with a faint smile, invisibly releasing the pressure of his own cultivation.

"..." The elder was silent for a long time, and finally, forced by Shen Ke's threat, he lowered his head and said, "Reporting to the leader, there are no demons in the area three miles east of Jicheng City."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Shen Kecai waved his hand at him like a gift: "I already know this, so please step aside!"

The elder respectfully performed all the etiquette and tried to leave the narrow-minded Shen Ke as soon as possible and go to Jiang Zhuo'an for help.

However, before he put this idea into action, Shen Ke told him: "If the elder wants to find Heng'an, then forget it!"

Sensing the elder's surprised look, Shen Ke kindly explained: "Heng'an defied the sect rules a few days ago and angered me, so he was punished with one hundred and eight bone whips."

Seeing the elder's increasingly livid face, Shen Ke laughed sadly: "His injuries now... I'm afraid they haven't healed yet!"

The elder was so angry that he pointed directly at Shen Ke's nose and cursed: "Shen Ke, how dare you do this?!"

Shen Ke's cold eyes swept over him lightly, with strong murderous intent in his eyes: "What can I dare not do?

Even if he is No. 1 in the world of cultivation, he is just an ordinary nominal elder of our Tianshu Sect.

Just give him some flattery, do you really take him seriously?

Don’t forget, I am the real head of Tianshu Sect, and the well-deserved supreme ruler of Tianshu Sect. "

The elder's head just started to heat up, and he was very impulsive. Now this energy has gone down, and a lot of cold sweat has broken out on his forehead.

He wiped off the cold sweat on his hands and felt terrified in his heart: "Master, my subordinate just said nonsense in a hot head. Please don't take it to heart!"

Shen Ke didn't know whether to believe his desperate explanation. He gently pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand, his eyes dark and unpredictable.

The next moment, a cold silver light suddenly flashed, piercing the elder and unable to open his eyes.

After the silver light dissipated, the elder felt a stinging pain on his cheek, and then... his broken white hair fell lightly to the ground.

Shen Ke took out a piece of cloth and wiped the blade of the sword, then glanced sideways at the elder: "This time it's just a warning.

If you still can't tell who is your master, next time... your hair may not be the only one that gets broken. "

The elder took a few steps back, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he rolled and crawled out of Guixu Palace.

Shen Ke still maintained the action of wiping his sword, but the sinister look in his eyes was so intense that it was almost substantial.

After a long time, he dismissed all the servants in Guixu Palace and carefully took out a porcelain vase from the secret compartment under the high seat: "Jiang Zhuo'an, are you ready to lose your reputation?"

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"Sister Flower Demon, I'm almost healed, just let me find Master!"

A trace of confusion flashed in Hua Qiao's eyes, but she quickly said firmly: "No!"

Yan Qingning did not miss the trace of entanglement in her eyes, and even more coquettishly said to her: "Sister Hua Qiao, just tell me!

I promise to be obedient and just take a look at you from a distance. I will never disturb Master. "

"Then..." Hua Qiao was shaken.

"No."

The ivy passed by and turned into a tall figure blocking Yan Qingning's face.

He glanced at Yan Qingning indifferently and said firmly: "Master Xianzun has something important to do and no one is allowed to visit."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a figure stood under the peach tree not far away.

The man's eyebrows were as cold as immortals, but when his eyes touched Yan Qingning, they became gentle: "Qingteng, let him come over."

Qing Teng still wanted to stop him, but Yan Qingning was already running towards Jiang Zhuoan with bright eyes.

The wound on his body had not healed, and the wound on his back tore open again while running, making the red clothes on his back become darker.

Jiang Zhuo'an frowned, leaned over and tapped his head: "Why are you running so fast?"

Yan Qingning's face was pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, but his peach blossom eyes were astonishingly bright: "Because I want to be closer to Master, the closer the better!"

Jiang Zhuo'an laughed and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms: "Lie down obediently, and I will apply medicine on your back."

"Can I lie on Master's lap?" Yan Qingning stared at him, the hope in her peach blossom eyes making it hard to refuse.

Jiang Zhuoan was slightly stunned, and then said after a while: "Okay."

Then, he lifted up his clothes, sat cross-legged under the peach tree, and looked at Yan Qingning with unconscious tenderness in his eyes.

After not seeing him for half a month, the man in front of me had a much softer temperament. He did not tie his hair, only tied it loosely with a light-colored hair tie.

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +5, current love value is: 80. 】

Yan Qingning curled her lips and secretly turned back to look at Jiang Zhuoan who was about to apply medicine to him.

Master, you have fallen!

Jiang Zhuo'an looked at the young man lying obediently on his lap, and wanted to take off the young man's clothes and apply medicine to him, but he was in trouble when he really wanted to do it.

Although the red coat on the young man's body is thin, if the belt around his waist is not untied, the wound on his back cannot be treated.

Yan Qingning seemed to notice his embarrassment. He slightly arched his body and pulled open the tie around his waist, leaving his clothes wide open.

Afterwards, he winked at Jiang Zhuo'an and said, "Master, this makes it easier to apply the medicine."

Jiang Zhuoan's fingertips were slightly stiff and his ears were red.

As if to cover up his embarrassment, he glanced coldly at Hua Qiao and Qing Teng: "Qing Teng, take Hua Qiao and leave."

Hua Qiao refused to obey now and said dissatisfiedly: "Master Xianzun, what can you and Xiao Ning do that we can't see?"

Qingteng quickly covered her mouth and looked at Jiang Zhuo'an with apologetic eyes: "Master Xianzun, it's Hua Qiao who talks too much. I will take her away now."

Jiang Zhuo'an didn't look at them and nodded calmly.

After receiving the order, Qing Teng took Hua Qiao and left without looking back.

After Yihua Yiteng left completely, Yan Qingning looked back at him, with no impurities in his peach blossom eyes: "Master, did you drive them away to do something invisible to me?"

The tips of Jiang Zhuo'an's ears were as red as if they were dripping blood, but his face remained serious: "No."

"Oh..." There was obvious pity in Yan Qingning's tone, but he soon regained his energy: "As long as I can be closer to Master, even if I don't do those shameful things, I will be very satisfied! "

Jiang Zhuo'an pursed his lips and said, "Don't say these words... in the future."

"But we demons..."

He just opened his mouth, but suddenly thought that Jiang Zhuoan didn't like the demons, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and said again: "But our tribe likes to express love in this straightforward way!"

Jiang Zhuo'an naturally knew what he was avoiding just now, and there was a hint of distress in his eyes, but he didn't try to reveal his little thoughts.

He opened his mouth and tried to change the subject: "Take off your upper body clothes and I will apply medicine for you."

Yan Qingning did not hesitate this time. He stood up obediently and took off his upper body clothes in front of Jiang Zhuoan.

As he took off his clothes, he quietly paid attention to Jiang Zhuoan's reaction.

Demons like to show their bodies to their lovers, in order to express their strength to their lovers, so that their lovers can rely more on them.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Zhuoan looked at his body, he didn't have the admiration he imagined. Instead, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Yan Qingning was a little frustrated and couldn't help but look down at his lean body.

He has lived in the Demon Palace all year round and rarely sees the sun, so his skin always appears slightly sickly pale.

But this paleness does not affect the strength and beauty of his body. On the contrary, it is because the excessive paleness contrasts with the muscles, giving people a stronger visual impact.

Jiang Zhuo'an didn't bother to admire his body. He only noticed the scars on his back and said in a deep voice: "Lie down."

Yan Qingning groaned a few times, seemingly reluctantly, but in the end he still lay obediently on Jiang Zhuo'an's lap, waiting for Jiang Zhuo'an to apply medicine to his cracked wound.

His white back was severely beaten by him because of a bunch of unfounded charges, and it bore criss-crossing and ugly scars.

Every hideous wound seemed to be silently accusing Jiang Zhuoan of his evil deeds and accusing him of his badness.

Jiang Zhuo'an dug out a large piece of plaster from the porcelain bottle and touched the wound on his back with trembling fingertips.

The cold fingers were covered with sticky plaster, and they were rubbed bit by bit over the wounds where the flesh had turned out.

When he did this, his cold eyes were so gentle that they almost turned into a pool of spring water.

In the eyes, in the heart...

It seemed that he could only tolerate the person under his fingertips who had an injured back and was lying obediently on his lap.

It took a long time before Jiang Zhuo'an finished applying the plaster on him.

He took a long breath, closed his eyes and discarded the beautiful images in his mind that he shouldn't have, then picked up the gauze on the side and wrapped Yan Qingning's injury.

During this process, Yan Qingning had been staring at him intently: "Master, Master, can we go to the foot of the mountain to play tonight?"

Then, as if he was afraid of Jiang Zhuo'an's rejection, he grabbed Jiang Zhuo'an's clothes pitifully: "I heard that today is the Lantern Festival, and there will be countless river lanterns at night, as well as lantern riddles held by the people in the human world. , I have never seen..."

"Master, can you... accompany me?"