Chapter 31 A Picture Book That Can Only Be Read at Night

Yun San looked at Jiuwei Yunchen with confusion.

"Don't worry, we won't take that kid's life this time." Jiuwei Yunchen said as he raised his hand and showed the bracelet.

"When the little dragon falls asleep, use this to extract the black iron from his body."

Yun San took the bracelet, examined it carefully, and asked, "Is this a magical instrument from the immortal realm? And is this the immortal messenger?"

Second brother, you've suffered a lot for doing things for him. Should we find another way? Don't let him take advantage of you anymore?

If one day, the Emperor of the Immortal Realm knew what he had done, he would definitely push our Nine-Tailed Clan out as a scapegoat."

Yun San became more and more excited as he spoke. He really didn't want to see his second brother sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.

"It's okay, don't worry. The immortal has already got Big Brother's inner elixir this time. We can get Big Brother's inner elixir back after we handle this matter."

Jiuwei Yunchen finished speaking and looked at Yun San with longing, "As long as we get the inner elixir back, we won't have to be ordered around by others anymore, and we can even migrate with our people."

At this time, Yun San didn't know how to respond, and his little hand holding the magic weapon was shaking all the time.

"Keep it." The magic weapon was thus brought to Yun San's wrist.

"Oh, right. Remember to wear the mask. Father's thousands of faces can help you hide from others. Even if you are discovered, there is still a chance to reverse the situation."

Thousands of people, thousands of faces? Last time I borrowed Ao Long...

Yun San was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I understand."

"Okay, then you should go back first, so as not to be discovered."

After he finished speaking, Jiuwei Yunchen was about to turn around and leave, when at that moment, a scroll fell from his sleeve.

The scroll was slowly unfolded, and Yun San felt uneasy when he saw that it was the Demon Lord.

"Second brother, what is your portrait?"

Jiuwei Yunchen quickly picked it up and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, this is what the immortal messenger wanted. I don't know what it's for, but since he wanted it, I just painted a picture for him."

Yun San's heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that the immortal messenger had never seen the Demon Lord?

"My second brother's painting is so lifelike!"

After Jiuwei Yunchen praised it so much, he took out the painting and looked at it again.

"Heh! This casual doodle looks pretty good!"

Yun San asked tentatively: "What is the purpose of this painting? Is the fairy world going to attack the demon world? I heard that the demon world has always been very dissatisfied with the fairy world?"

"Hey, hey! Don't ask about this. The current Demon King is the incarnation of the God King. Who dares to provoke him? This painting may just be a reminder for the fairies to recognize him."

Yun San nodded doubtfully.

However, I secretly guessed in my heart: this painting was wanted by the immortal messenger. Seeing his evil character, he might want to secretly send people to kill the gods and finally put the blame on our Nine-Tailed Clan.

No, I am still hoping that the Lord God will lift the seal for me! If this overconfident fairy messenger angers the Lord God and makes him return to the divine realm in anger, then wouldn’t there be no hope for me to lift the seal?

Thinking of this, Yun San hurriedly took advantage of Jiuwei Yunchen's unpreparedness and quietly cast a spell to change the appearance of the portrait.

On the way back, Yun San couldn't help feeling secretly happy.

Ha! In this way, even if the fairy sent someone to secretly plot, they would never find the right person. How wonderful!

A few days later, in the Demonic Restaurant.

Yun San, with a big smile on his face, brought a plate of diced chicken rice and placed it in front of Yan Long.

When Yanlong saw this, his eyes immediately widened like bells and he started eating without saying a word.

"It smells good. It smells really good."

Yun San stood aside, seemingly casual, but his eyes were secretly observing Yanlong's reaction.

After Yanlong took a few bites, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. Then, his lips became swollen as if they had been stung by a wasp.

He was breathing heavily with a hissing sound.

"Yun San, isn't it too spicy this time? The taste is a little lacking compared to last time." Yan Long yelled while gasping for air.

"No way! I still make it the same way! Could it be that you haven't eaten it for a long time and you remembered the taste wrong?" Yun Sanqiang tried to hold back his laughter and said stubbornly.

"It's too spicy. No, I can't write in this sketchbook if you do that." Yanlong gulped down a glass of water, trying to suppress the spiciness.

"Humph! I think you're just too lazy to write. I've been watching it for the past two days. There's only one title on the picture book: 'The Colorful World'. The rest is blank."

Yun San crossed his arms and said, "Just reading the title is boring."

"Damn! You have such a poor taste. If you cook chicken rice properly, I will definitely give you a few exciting pages tonight that will make you blush."

"It's a lie. I don't believe it."

Yanlong put down the cup, took a deep breath and said, "Don't believe me? Then stand beside me tonight and watch me show off my skills."

"Okay, but don't set up the barrier." Yun San's eyes lit up and he blurted out.

Yanlong looked suspicious: "Uh... why did you agree so readily? You don't know what I'm going to write, do you?"

When Yanlong asked this, Yun San was stunned.

At this moment, he didn't care what Yanlong would write.

So, he quickly laughed and said, "Hey! Stop dithering, can you not set up the barrier?"

"Ahem! That... barrier wasn't something I wanted to set up. My master did it because he was afraid something might happen to my dragon life. But it's okay. We can go there during the day, right now." Yanlong scratched his head and explained.

"No, I want it at night." Yun San said firmly.

Yanlong's eyes widened and he said, "Yun San? What on earth do you want to do? You don't know that the picture book I want to write is the kind that you read at night... the kind that... cough cough..."

Yun San was stunned for several seconds. He never thought that this picture book could be read during the day and at night.

All he was thinking about was finding an opportunity to get close to the Flame Dragon and complete his mission when he fell asleep.

As for the content of the picture book, he never cared at all.

In order to avoid Yanlong's suspicion, Yun San forced himself to laugh awkwardly: "Of course, I've been watching all the time, so naturally... naturally I have more experience!"

When Yanlong heard this, he immediately stood up and looked Yun San up and down, clapping and cheering at him from time to time.

"Oh my god, I really can't believe it! You collect picture books every day, and it turns out you like this? That's really amazing!"

"What are you talking about? Just tell me what to do with this barrier. How can I find you at night?"

Yanlong was about to tease Yunsan a few more times when suddenly, a cold voice came: "Xiaolong, stop talking nonsense and get ready to go out."

Xuan Ling appeared as if descending from the sky, his black robe moving in the wind, and he glanced at the two people with a stern look.

Yanlong was almost choked by this sudden attack, "Ahem... where... where are you going?"

"You'll know when you get there. Don't delay any longer."

Yan Long was a little annoyed when he saw Xuan Ling being mysterious. "I know, I know."

Yun San's heart skipped a beat. He didn't want Ao Long to leave at this time.

Just as he was about to say something, Yanlong stood up helplessly, shrugged at Yun San, and said, "Well, it's not that I don't want to write! Now that the master has ordered, the painting book can only be postponed!"