The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Before Yunxian could say anything, Sang Jian was the first to speak: What? We haven't seen each other for thousands of years, and you don't even recognize me?

Better than pretending, Sang Jian has never been afraid of anyone.

She stood with her hands behind her back in front of Yun Xian, raised her head slightly, looked at Yun Xian on the pavilion and said, If you don't come down and apologize to me, your position as head will be replaced.

Mu Lan: It's so big... in a tone.

Before he could say these two words, he suddenly seemed to remember something, his eyes widened, and he immediately flew down from above and stopped in front of Sang Mian.

He was a little far away just now, and he only felt familiar. Now that the person was right in front of him, he remembered it at a glance.

Master??

After the original owner established the Qianfeng Sect, he naturally wanted to recruit more disciples.

The first batch of disciples who entered the Qianfeng Sect, headed by Mu Lan, were all taught by the original master himself, so there was no problem in calling her master.

Sang Jian nodded slightly, It seems you still know me. If you don't have good eyesight, don't stand so far away and look at people.

Mu Lan: ...

Although he was shocked, the shock in his heart was still indescribable.

He asked with confusion: Why did you come out?

After asking this question, his expression changed drastically, Is the Demon Lord back again? That sword can only be used by the Demon Lord!

His face was solemn, and he quickly wanted to send a message to put everyone in the sect on alert.

Sang Jian stopped him, I pulled it out myself, but this kid brought me out to find you.

She pulled Yunxian out from behind and continued: We'll talk about calling the others tomorrow. Now arrange a place for us to rest.

Mu Lan frowned, Isn't it true that only the Demon Lord can pull out that sword? And...

Mu Lan focused on Yun Xian, What are you doing in the back mountain?

Yun Xian had a pale face, lowered his head and said nothing.

Sang Jian explained: This kid was bullied by fellow disciples and accidentally ran in. By the way, when did the sect allow bullying fellow disciples?

She was questioning Mu Lan.

Yun Xian behind him trembled slightly.

He didn't understand, was she trying to stand up for him?

Speaking of this, Mu Lan looked a little embarrassed, I'm just teaching him to learn to resist...

Sang Jian: You are not his master, why should you teach him?

Mu Lan: ...

Why do I feel that after my master was imprisoned for thousands of years, he became so venomous when he came out?

Mu Lan couldn't answer this, so he could only change the subject dryly, Master, you seem to be the same as before...

Stop trying to flatter someone! Hurry up and do what I say!

Mu Lan sighed, Stay here with me for the time being. I'm practicing recently and rarely come back.

He didn't come out of the house just now, but flew over from somewhere else.

Sang Jian nodded, Alright.

She dragged Yunxian to follow Mu Lan.

Mu Lan took the two of them to a clean guest room.

Are you satisfied here? I'll ask someone to move you to a cleaner place tomorrow. Mu Lan said.

Sang Jian nodded, Yeah.

Mu Lan moved his lips, as if there was something else he wanted to say.

Sanjian entered the room, sat down on the stool, and poured himself a cup of tea, only to find that there was nothing in the teapot.

She put down the teapot helplessly and told Mu Lan what she was curious about, It has been thousands of years. That sword has absorbed my blood for thousands of years. It has been fed by my blood for so long, and the evil spirit has been almost eliminated, so I pulled it out early.