The boy had red eyes and lifted the little boy with a full of evil spirits. His palms tightened his neck without hesitation. The harder he exerted, the bigger the ferocious smile on his face, with bloodthirsty fanaticism.

The young boy squinted his eyes, plucked the big palm that controlled whether his life had reached the end with both hands, and kicked his feet hard. He moved his lips with great effort, "Senior Brother..."

The man on the bed woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes and was dazed. Until a slight coldness secretly squeezed through the small gap between the window, which was not tightly closed, and Zi Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead and found that there was a wetness behind him.

Somehow, I always feel bad lately.

I always feel that everything has become too fast. It was Yi Xiaorou, but in just over half a year, she went from having no spiritual power to being able to easily crush him with just one finger. And, his younger brother, did he actually dream that he became a demon?!

How is that possible? He is the eldest disciple under the seat named by the master Qingyun Mountain himself. There is no other reason. It’s just that Zi Yunchen has a pure heart that no one else can do. It is the most critical and crucial thing to practice, and he will not easily become a demon because he is not tempted by fame, wealth, and beauty. So, how could his younger brother become a demon?

After he comforted himself, he felt better. Zi Yunchen was different from others.

In order to avoid Yi Qinglan's pursuit, he agreed to the deal with Yi Feng. He left Yi Xiaorou, and Yi Feng helped him escape.

In order to survive, he escaped from the holy city to this world. When he woke up, he found that he had reached a strange era, becoming a prince who accidentally fell into the water and fell into the water and fell into a coma for several days, and an unpopular prince.

As the saying goes, the dragon gave birth to nine sons. The emperor had more than a dozen sons and he really didn't care about him. His life was particularly miserable because of this. However, the ninth brother, who had always been favored by the emperor, took special care of him and saved him several times.

Unlike other brothers who talk about brothers and respect, he used practical actions to prove that the books he read were not in vain. Even when he learned later that he was not his brother, he didn't say anything. He still treated himself as before and even taught himself magic. Zi Ling today is because Zi Yunchen is there.

Thinking of the ninth brother who was kidnapped by Xie Liang before, he couldn't help but sigh. Since Xie Liang disappeared inexplicably that day, he sent people to find her trace every day, but it was fruitless in the end. I hope his ninth brother can be safe and sound.

After doing this, he lost his sleepiness. He turned over and wrapped himself in a coat and got out of bed. It was extremely cold on the autumn night. He walked barefoot on the ground.

There were rows of lanterns hanging on the clean courtyard, stretching through the long corridor and corridor, which became a trace of light. It was a rare sight. He heard some tiny sounds in his ears, so he walked along the sound and went to the courtyard where Nalan Xianjun was recuperating. The sound he heard was also a light conversation, the sound of Nalan Xianjun who was deliberately lowered, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.

Zi Ling was wondering who Nalan Xianjun could talk to in the middle of the night, so she couldn't help but listen intently.

"You leave me, I don't welcome you here." Nalan Xian was rushing to the uninvited guests who came to visit in the middle of the night with an unpleasant expression.

The man beside the bed seemed to be unconscious, just leaned against the window railing and laughed softly, "Since I'm out, I won't return empty-handed, so I don't mind waiting for you for a while and considering my proposal."

"No need to think about it, I just don't want it." Nalan Xian replied with a decisive look, without any hesitation in her tone.

"Haha, just for a coward?" The man chuckled, picked up a bun of long hair in his arms and played with it. His eyes looked at Nalan Xian's gaze full of playful regret.

Nalan Xian's face suddenly felt as if he was stepping on his feet and his face was black and smelly, and he scolded, "Shut up! Do you believe it or not, I tear your mouth apart?"

"Oh?" the man raised his tone slightly, smiling, "If it were you in the past, I would have considered this possibility. But now, you are just a depressed look who has to rely on fake pregnancy and miscarriage to gain sympathy for a man? Haha... I look forward to you getting up and tearing my mouth apart."

Nalan Xian's face changed slightly, and his voice lowered, "What are you talking nonsense? Shut up."

He covered his lips and smiled low, his shoulders kept trembling, and his forehead was slightly shaking because of his sharp smile, which made his narrow phoenix eyes look even more shimmering. "Isn't it? He even put some ingredients in his daily medicine, which made him so embarrassed, but he was really a miscarriage."

"Didn't you hear me when I told you to shut up?" Nalan Xian coughed lightly, slammed the table, and her round eyes suddenly widened, full of fierceness.

"I used to be quite fond of you. I had the means and scheming at such a young age. The reason why you had the evil obstacles caused you to slaughter all the people in the orphanage. You can still throw the blame to Yi Xiaorou without hesitation. A heretic as cold and bloodthirsty as you should be the same as us, right? Why can't you understand and fall into that cowardly and slap!" The man smiled, looking down at the well-behaved and gentle woman in his arms, pinched her chin, looked at her with her eyes, and her tone was as gentle as a lover's murmur, "Do you think so?"

The woman was slightly stunned. In the man's eyes that seemed tender but actually full of aggressiveness, her body trembled slightly, then she pulled her charming red lips and leaned in the man's arms with a smile, and replied obediently, "Whatever the demon said is right."

Nalan Xian looked at the scene in front of her that looked like love, and she felt like she was disgusting. She turned her head and refused to look at them, "What do you know? I am not the same type as you. That is Yi Xiaorou's fault. Why do I have to save my life and pave the way for her future at any time and unconditionally? Isn't she just a heretic like me?"

"Hahaha..." The man smiled softly, "This is what I admire about you. Dare to love, hate, do, and take responsibility, and know how to fight for the greatest rights for himself."

Nalan Xian turned her head and frowned, "I don't need your appreciation. You have said enough. I have thought it very clearly. I don't want to be with you, so you can get out."

"Oh, don't be too full of words," the man shook his finger and glanced at the slightly opened gap outside the window meaningfully, "I'll give you another three days, think about it and come to me at any time."

After saying that, his body disappeared from the spot with the woman, and only the wind that was rushing past told Nalan Xianqian what had just happened.

The window was blown open by the wind at some point. Nalan Xianqian felt an inexplicable premonition. The cold wind whistled and made her spine cold. She walked barefoot with her hands on the lamp and placed the oil lamp on the small table next to the window. When she raised her hand to close the two large open windows, the scenery outside the window also fell into her eyes in a clear view - on the lawn full of fallen leaves, the boy stood barefoot, the wind blew his hair on his cheeks, his face was strangely pale under the moonlight, and he also stared at her with an almost resentful look.

Nalan Xian's face faded away in an instant. She turned around and ran out regardless of the situation. During this time, she stumbled to the sharp corner of the table. She covered her arm with a bloodstained cut and stepped out of the door in vain. Until she walked around the door and went under the window, she saw the figure of the boy still like a wandering soul, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!