Master told me to cultivate demons, what should I do?

"Zi Jin, let go." A pair of white hands grabbed his hand rubbing his eyes, forcing him to stop rubbing his eyes.

Shuo Yan opened a pair of red eyes and looked at Qingyou in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, smiled, and tears also fell: "Master, I seemed to be blind just now."

Qingyou looked at Shuo Yan's red eyes and was a little angry. When she heard Shuo Yan's words, she managed to make her laugh. How could his little disciple be so cute.

"It's not blind, the fog is too thick, it's normal to not be able to see." Qingyou reached out to wipe away tears for Shuo Nian, and the poisonous butterfly beside her flew around with its wings flapping, and the fog disappeared after a while.

Shuo Nian nodded, and when he looked again, the fog had disappeared, revealing the former appearance of the courtyard.

"?" Shuo Yan felt something slippery moving at his feet, lowered his head, and saw a snake slipping past his feet.

Then he looked around again, and saw Mo Zhu and the others fainted on the ground, the snakes were still sliding on them, but they didn't hurt them, and Xu Xi, who was picking flowers and plants before, had turned into a pile of white bones, and the bones grew Sprouts sprouted.

"Mengxing Mountain is the territory of the snake clan in the demon world. The snake king of the snake clan always comes here in his free time. I don't know who came to Mengxing Mountain by mistake. After seeing the strange flowers and plants in Mengxing Mountain, there are now rumors." Qingyou got up. , walked to the pile of bones and nodded.

Shuo understood, it was exactly as he had imagined just now.

Shuo Yan also finally understood why he felt that Meng Xingshan was familiar to him. It was really the territory of the snake clan in the demon world. No wonder he saw snakes appearing along the way.

"When will someone come up to Mengxing Mountain?" A cold male voice came to Shuo Lan's ears from above the roof.

Hearing the familiar voice, Shuo Yan gritted his teeth, and today he is actually in...

Qingyou looked sideways, holding a folding fan, fanning it gently, looking at the man in black on the roof, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

coming.

Shuo Yan pursed his lips, he really didn't want to see this person, wouldn't it mean telling them where he is now?

Seeing that Shuo Yan didn't move, the man raised his eyebrows slightly, his cool complexion was a little moved, and his pair of purple vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

Looking up, Shuo Yan wanted to see Qingyou's reaction, but his master disappeared again at some point.

"Hey..." Shuo Yan sighed, glanced at the four people who had been lying on the ground for a long time, raised a faint smile, turned around and said respectfully to the man: "Your junior is taking the liberty to disturb you, and I hope you will spare these friends of this junior." .”

The man's face is somewhat similar to Murong Su's, with the same indifference, the same purple vertical pupils, and the same father, queen and queen.

Han Chenhui, the Snake King of the Snake Clan, the Third Elder of the Demon Realm, Murong Su's younger brother, Shuo Nan's uncle, is also the owner of this Mengxing Mountain.

"Shuo Yan, who sent you to Mengxing Mountain? If they didn't recognize your aura, you would have been injured." Han Chenhui landed in front of Shuo Yan, and he was relieved after checking that he was not injured.

"Isn't there still uncle you? Besides, Shuo Yan can protect himself." Shuo Yan raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the four people lying on the ground beside him, "Uncle, how long will it take for them to wake up?"

Han Chenhui glanced at Mo Zhu and the others, raised his hand, the snakes on their bodies let go of them, and then turned into human forms and carried them to the guest room.

He thought of the scene he saw just now, lowered his head, and said to Shuo: "The person who was with you just now..."

"Ah? Is my uncle talking about my master? That was my master's spiritual body just now, but I don't know where it went now." Shuo Yan said lightly, but he knew in his heart that he had been watching The person watching him is indeed Han Chenhui.

Fortunately, he found out in time that he played a trick on Han Chenhui and Qingyou, pretending that his mind was still just a child, after all, a child would not pose a threat to others.

Hearing his childlike words, Han Chenhui suppressed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, stretched out his hand and took Shuo Yan's hand and walked towards the main courtyard: "But the master of the world of cultivating immortals?"

"Well, from the world of cultivating immortals." Shuo Yan nodded.

Han Chenhui was silent for a moment, a little confused and said: "Brother-in-law...he doesn't know." If he knew that you were with people from the world of cultivating immortals, he couldn't be so calm.

Shuo Yan shook his head, looked ahead, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and his voice was low: "I don't know, they don't know."

"But, uncle, can you not tell them? It also includes my coming to Mengxing Mountain." Shuo Yan said softly, his tone was extra cautious.

"Your uncle is not someone who likes to gossip. However, don't stay in the world of cultivating immortals for too long. The longer you spend, the easier it is for you to reveal your identity." Han Chenhui stopped outside a guest room with Shuo Nan, squatted down and talked with Shuo Nan. chat.

Shuo Yan nodded: "Understood."

"Okay, you're tired too, go and rest." Han Chenhui opened the door for Shuo Nan, pulled him to the side of the bed, watched him lie down and fell asleep before leaving.

After Han Chenhui left, Shuo Nan sat up from the bed, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Shuo Yan felt a tickle, walked to the bronze mirror, stretched out his hand and took off his clothes, exposing his back, through the bronze mirror he saw the butterfly totem on the back of his left shoulder glowing slightly, even a little itchy.

"This is... a totem? When did you have it?" Shuo Nan looked at the totem reflected in the bronze mirror.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, but when he touched it, the totem flashed and disappeared.

Frowning, Shuo Yan stretched out his hand to touch the place covered by the totem just now, the itching just now disappeared, as if the totem was just his own illusion.

"It's really strange." Shuo Nan put on the clothes again, the jade pendant fell off the clothes, and the poisonous butterfly caught the jade pendant and placed it in Shuo Nan's palm.

Holding the jade pendant, Shuo Nan felt much better in an instant. He put the jade pendant by his pillow and went to bed by himself.

I didn't sleep well last night, and it's time to get a good night's sleep, but I don't know if I can see Master when I wake up.

With this thought in mind, Shuo Nian gradually fell asleep, the red string tied to the jade pendant next to his pillow shone slightly, and a thin red thread came out from the red string, and was slowly flying towards Shuo Nian.

"Hmm." Shuo Yan snorted softly, the red thread thought that Shuo Yan had woken up, so he stopped immediately and landed on the quilt.

Shuo Yan simply turned over, facing it, without any intention of waking up halfway.

Seeing Shuo Nian's left wrist protruding, the red thread immediately entangled it, and then the red light flashed past and disappeared.

A gust of wind blew into the room, and there were actually two more people in the room at this time.

Looking at the place where the red thread disappeared just now on Shuo Yan's left wrist, the man in red sighed slightly, with a smile in his voice: "Fortunately, I tied the red thread to his hand before his love blossomed. Delay him."

Another man in Tsing Yi walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, stretched out his hand to tuck Shuo Nan's exposed arm into the quilt, and twisted it for him again, "This marriage line is also troublesome."

"Zining, this marriage line is not troublesome, but the people at the other end of the marriage line are troublesome. In the future, you should pay attention to where this marriage line is going. As long as your little disciple is in love, this marriage line will definitely go to him The person you think about flies away." The man narrowed his red eyes slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth did not diminish.

Qingyou seemed to have remembered something, looked at the man, and said, "What about your little ancestor...? There has been no movement in the ghost world recently."

"No movement is the best. There are still many things in the Marriage Palace. You should be careful yourself. That body won't last long." The man waved his hands, turned around and left in a wisp of smoke.

"?" Qingyou felt that someone was holding her hand, she lowered her head, and saw Shuo Nian stretching out a hand from under the quilt to hold his hand tightly.

Qingyou chuckled, shook her back, and said softly: "I don't know what kind of person Zijin likes. This really makes me curious."

After finishing speaking, the scene of Shuo Nian being dependent on other women flashed in his mind, and the smile on the corner of Qing You's mouth faded for a moment.

"Zijin is still the same as he is now." There is no one you like, and you will not forget him for others.

Two hours later, Mo Zhu and the others woke up one after another, got acquainted with Han Chenhui, and after learning that Shuo Nian was fine, they went to the mansion on their own.

There were poisonous butterflies flying in the room, and there were two people lying on the bed, the boy was lying on the inside, with one hand still clutching the hand of the man beside him.

"Hmm." Shuo Yan woke up faintly, looked at the person beside him with sleepy eyes, and lay quietly for a while.

Shuo Nian looked at the hand he was holding with Qingyou. Qingyou's hand was beautiful, with a clear backbone and very slender. It always felt that he was too thin when holding it.

Qingyou slept soundly, the sunlight shone into the room, and Qingyou happened to have his back to the sunlight, making him seem very illusory.

With a thought in his mind, Shuo Yan stretched out his hand to touch Qingyou's cheek, Qingyou frowned slightly, Shuo Yan's hand froze, and only touched Qingyou's cheek lightly when he saw that there was no sign of him waking up.

Cool and soft, the hand caressed the blush between Qingyou's brows, passed by the closed eyes, and stayed on the high bridge of the nose.

There was a momentary pause in breathing, and the scent of flowers on Qingyou seemed to surround her breath, Shuo Nian clenched Qingyou's hand tightly.

Shuo Nan withdrew his hand and closed his eyes lightly, but he didn't know that the red line on his left wrist appeared, one end came out, and it swam along the quilt to the hand that Qingyou and Shuo Nan were holding.

What is the feeling of Qingyou to him?

out of reach.

Just four words are enough to prove everything.

After thinking for a moment in his mind, the red thread stopped, returned to Shuo Nian's wrist, and disappeared.

Sighing lightly, Shuo Yan opened his eyes, took his hands back from Qingyou's, walked around Qingyou and got off the bed, put on his clothes and went to look for Han Chenhui.

When Shuo Yan found Han Chenhui, he was tasting tea in a courtyard.The sun was scorching hot, the breeze swayed slightly, and the ground was full of flowers. It was a pity that the tea drinkers frowned slightly, as if they were thinking about something.

"Uncle, if your sister knows what you look like, she will look for the person who made you look like this." Shuo Yan walked up to Han Chenhui and sat down, resting his chin on one hand, looking at Han Chenhui with a half-smile .

Han Chenhui came back to his senses, looked at Shang Shuoyan's smiling eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand to rub his hair, and said: "Whenever you have a sweetheart, you will definitely miss him as much as your uncle and me. At that time, you will be under the nose of your mother, more dangerous than me."

After Shuo Yan heard this, he smiled, rolled his eyes, and said, "Uncle, I'm still young, but you will be beaten by your sister if you say this, so maybe I won't have a woman I like. "

"Is there no woman you like? Have you never met, or is it that the one you like is not a woman?" Han Chenhui had some suspicions in his heart, if his nephew was like him, then his sister would not be angry.

Shuo Nian paused, he didn't understand the meaning of Han Chenhui's words, no, it's not that he didn't understand, it's just... So, can you also like men?How had he never heard of such a thing?

"Is the person uncle likes a man?" Shuo Yan tightly grasped the hand under the stone table, feeling that it was extremely difficult for him to ask this question.

Han Chenhui looked at him lightly, a figure flashed in his mind, and nodded: "Yes, and your mother also knows about it."

"Like... like men?" Shuo Yan felt that he was a little dazed at the moment, and the words 'can like men' were all in his mind.

"! Don't listen to what you said just now, don't tell your sister about this kind of thing." Han Chenhui realized after hearing Shuo Yan's question that Shuo Yan didn't know what Long Yang's goodness was.

If Murong Su knew that he told Shuo Yan such things, wouldn't he be taught a bad lesson.

Shuo Yan blinked his eyes, he didn't understand why Han Chenhui was so nervous, but he still replied: "Okay, uncle promised me not to tell my father and the king, and I won't say it either."

The implication is: if Han Chenhui tells about him, then he can tell about it too.

Han Chenhui nodded: "Alright, equal exchange."

"Well, then I'll go to my senior brother and the others first, and I hope uncle won't tell about our relationship, otherwise I won't be able to handle it." Shuo Nan got up, said something to Han Chenhui, and left the courtyard.

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