Chapter 119 The cunning fox demon was imprisoned by the pure-hearted Taoist priest. (33 chapters)
His master lazily raised his eyes, saw him looking around, and said with some disdain, "Stop looking, they've all left."
Yan Anhuai's eyes widened, and he asked again, still not believing it, "Gone?"
Has even Lin Muhan left?
"Yes, they all left, including Lin Muhan."
Yan Anhuai awkwardly said, "I didn't specifically ask him, Master, don't overthink it."
His master glared at him with exasperation, "Yes, yes, I was daydreaming. But even if I'm daydreaming, it's nothing compared to you, you little brat. After all, I was thinking about what to eat for dinner, while you..."
I'm thinking of someone~
As if his secret had been exposed, Yan Anhuai retorted angrily, "Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating!"
He turned and left angrily.
He didn't even eat dinner.
Lying in bed, Yan Anhuai tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, his mind filled with images of Lin Muhan.
Enraged, he sat up abruptly and took his anger out on the bed, punching it repeatedly.
He used too much force and cried out in pain.
"Lin Muhan, it hurts so much! Quickly get me some ice..."
Unfortunately, no one answered in the empty room.
Yan Anhuai was taken aback, and then realized that someone had returned to the demon clan.
So, feeling wronged, I had no choice but to lie back down and curl up again.
"Damn Lin Muhan!"
"He left without even saying goodbye. So annoying!"
Yan Anhuai angrily cursed and swore.
The next day, his master was stunned when he saw his appearance.
"Damn it—you little brat, did you go out and steal last night?"
"My goodness! Those dark circles under your eyes are huge!"
Yan Anhuai was so sleepy he could barely open his eyes. He looked at his master with a mournful expression and said, "Master, I'm hungry! I'm starving! I'm about to die!"
His master sighed helplessly, understanding in his heart the reason for his dark circles.
However, he didn't say anything more.
After a while, the little rascal will figure it out, and things will naturally get better.
For the next two days, Yan Anhuai wandered around like a ghost, sporting those panda eyes.
When he couldn't sleep at night, he would simply wear a white undershirt and stand outside his master's window singing. After two days, his master started avoiding him.
At night, they even went to sleep in a guesthouse.
"Master..."
"My little ancestor, stop howling! If you keep this up, my old bones will be ready to be buried."
"Look at my dark circles," he pointed to his eyes. "You don't want to sleep, fine, but you won't let me sleep either. Is this how you act as a disciple?"
Yan Anhuai bluntly said, "I've never seen such an unreliable master as you. We're both equally bad, so neither of us should look down on the other."
His master was speechless for a moment, then took off like the wind and slipped away.
If he can't afford to offend this little devil, can't he at least avoid him?
We really owe him something.
Yan Anhuai watched his master's departing figure with a melancholy gaze, feeling even more distressed.
"Go, all of you go, just leave me alone!"
He lay face down on the table, motionless, sighing every now and then.
"Huh? An Huai, what's wrong with you?"
Hu Luo saw him from afar, lying face down on the table, motionless like a corpse, exuding an aura of sorrow.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yan Anhuai sat up abruptly.
Finally... finally someone has arrived.
As they got closer, Hu Luo noticed that Yan Anhuai had huge dark circles under his eyes, making him look like a ghost.
He was immediately startled.
"No, An Huai, you didn't sleep well last night?"
Yan Anhuai shook his head. "No, I slept soundly!"
Hu Luo and his brothers: Oh, that's bad.
They understand, they understand it all too well.
Some people say they don't want it, but deep down they really want it.
The phrase "saying one thing and meaning another" perfectly describes someone like Yan Anhuai.
"Hey, An Huai, why are you alone? Where are Brother Lin and the others?"
When Lin Muhan was mentioned, Yan Anhuai's tone became somewhat strange: "He left, he left without saying a word."
Hu Luo and the others exchanged glances.
That makes sense. It seems Brother Lin left without telling him. No wonder he was acting so awkwardly.
Even his speech was filled with resentment.
Those dark circles under your eyes, are they from missing someone?
"But Brother Hu, why are you back so soon?"
Hu Luo sighed, "We weren't that far apart to begin with. We've been in the next city these past few days, and then we heard about Black Cloud City."
"It seems my guess was right. The news about the treasure in Black Cloud City was probably leaked in advance to attract various sects and factions."
"But speaking of which, that person did us Black Cloud City a great favor."
Yan Anhuai tilted his head curiously. "Brother Hu, what do you mean by that?"
Hu Luo sighed and slowly recounted the whole story: "Didn't I mention before that some people in Black Cloud City were missing? Now we have some leads."
"It seems... it was the abbot of the Star Moon Temple who was resurrected from the dead who practiced evil magic and kidnapped the people of Black Cloud City. It's a pity for the dead people..."
Yan Anhuai then realized what was happening.
It seems that the disappearance of the people of Black Cloud City is inextricably linked to this incident.
Black Cloud City is located in a remote area, and the Star Moon Cave is right outside Black Cloud City. Judging from the blood in the blood pool, many people must have been killed.
It's unlikely that Yun Muzhuo would go too far to capture people to help him cultivate his evil arts, and since people often go missing in Black Cloud City, they must have been captured and bled out by him.
"Fortunately, that old man Yun Muzhuo has been completely reduced to ashes, otherwise he might have harmed many more people!" Yan Anhuai sighed.
"Yes, that's right. But I never expected that Brother Yunheng would be the junior master of Xingyue Temple, and that Brother Xiaobai and Brother Lin would be the famous demon kings."
"I never imagined that my little temple, Brother Hu, had housed so many great Buddhas."
"I'll definitely feel very proud when I tell people about it later."
Yan Anhuai slumped listlessly on the table.
He thought so too back then, but reality gave him a harsh slap in the face.
Lin Muhan actually said he liked me!
The thought of this made him inexplicably irritable.
He scratched his hair in frustration, not stopping until it was a complete mess.
Hu Luo looked at his messy hair and couldn't help but laugh. "An Huai, why didn't you tie your hair up today? To be honest, you look better with your hair up. Now..."
To be honest, it looks exactly like a vengeful ghost.
The worst part is that he was dressed all in white; if that happened late at night, it would probably scare people half to death.
Yan Anhuai was also aware that his current appearance was no different from that of a female ghost.
But... it's not that he didn't want to tie his hair up, it's just that...
The person who usually tied his hair up was gone.
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