Bei Yan perched on Jun Lin's shoulder as they walked around the entire military camp in the Immortal Realm. Jun Lin treated everyone in the camp with utmost respect.

So much so that Bei Yan, perched on Jun Lin's shoulder, felt somewhat like a fox borrowing the tiger's power, even though in the demon realm, almost everyone would bow respectfully upon seeing him.

However, it felt different when it was a group of immortals. At first, Bei Yan found it novel and fun, but the more time passed, the less interesting it became.

Night fell.

Bei Yan, alone, lay on the table looking at the moon outside the window. As she looked, her little nose tingled, and she cried out, "I miss my father and older brother."

Junlin, who had just returned from his bath, happened to see this scene. His brows furrowed slightly, and his heart tightened for some reason.

He reached out and scooped the little white ball into his palm, gently patting its head, and said in a soft, magnetic voice:

"What's wrong? Did someone bully you? Or are you hungry?"

Bei Yan sniffed, holding back her tears. No, no, she couldn't cry. If she cried, it would rain in the demon realm.

The sky has just turned overcast; I can't let Father and my elder brother worry.

When Bei Yan's misty eyes met Jun Lin's silver eyes, she thought she might be seeing things. Otherwise, how could she see a hint of worry in this stinky man's eyes?

The little guy didn't say anything, just looked at him with pitiful eyes, and Junlin's brows furrowed even more.

His magnetic voice softened a bit more, "What's wrong, hmm?"

Bei Yan hung her head and said in a muffled voice, "Nothing, I'm hungry."

I can't reveal my identity. I can't let those unreasonable people in the immortal realm know that I'm the little princess of the demon realm, especially this stinky man in front of me!

Junlin's brows relaxed, and he stroked the little guy's fluffy head.

What would you like to eat?

"Chicken leg." You need to eat your fill to have the strength to run away!

"good."

It was the dead of night.

Bei Yan, who was curled up on the soft couch sleeping, opened his cat-like eyes and peeked at Jun Lin on the bed.

The stinky man was fast asleep and wouldn't wake up anytime soon; his bright black eyes were filled with joy.

Hehe, there's hope for escape!

Father, elder brother, wait for Yan'er, Yan'er is going home!

Jump off the tatami as lightly as possible and land successfully!

The cat glanced furtively at the bed; there was no movement, and the breathing was still even.

Excellent! You've taken the first step towards success!

On its paws, it slowly made its way towards the door, one step, two steps, almost there!

Having successfully escaped through the door, Bei Yan peeked through the crack in the door at Jun Lin, who remained motionless on the bed, and her cat-like eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

Hehe, didn't I just manage to escape?

I'm so amazing! I have to brag about it to my dad and older brother when I get home!

Just as I tiptoed to leave, I felt myself being suspended in mid-air. I turned my head and saw the face of the god Junlin.

He wore a white inner robe, with three thousand strands of silver hair cascading down his back. His god-like face had his silver eyes half-closed.

"Where are you going, huh? Little one." The voice was sleepy yet magnetic and hoarse, with a hint of danger.

Bei Yan swallowed hard, his mind filled with only a few words: It's over, it's over, it's all over.

The cat forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Well, well, I, I, I need to use the restroom, hehehe..."

“Little guy, haven’t I told you before? You stutter and your eyes dart around when you lie.”

Beiyan: "..."

What should I do if I really want to slap myself to death?