Chapter 2: Unfilial and Rebellious
"Let's go, what is there to see? You are not inside!" Mo Qitian urged impatiently.
The Demon Lord grinned and chuckled foolishly: "Let's go! Xiao Qi, wait for me for a hundred years, oh no, a thousand years, you must bury me here. I think the feng shui here is good!"
"A thousand years later?" Mo Qitian was stunned for a moment after hearing the Demon Lord's words, and couldn't help but ask, "You want to live to be a thousand years old?"
"What? You have any objection? Traitor!" The Demon Lord was immediately displeased when he heard it and glared at him.
"Oh! What can I say? I don't care if you live a thousand or two thousand years. But when that time comes, I won't be able to put you in. You'd better figure it out on your own!"
"Traitor, how dare you disobey my words!" The Demon Lord shouted. Although Mo Qitian was the ruthless and decisive leader of the Demon Cult in the eyes of the world, who dared not to be provoked easily, in the eyes of the Demon Lord, he was still that crybaby and stubborn little brat.
"It's not that I don't want to listen, but you can live a thousand years, but I can't live to that age. I'll become an old demon! You should ask someone who can live a thousand years. I can't do anything!" Mo Qitian said as he walked down the mountain. He didn't want to stay with the Demon Lord anymore because he always felt like crying. But how could he cry at such an old age? He would be laughed at by this old man again.
Mo Qitian missed Chu Shi. Even if he shed tears, Chu Shi would not laugh at him. He would definitely take out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, and maybe even hug him to comfort him.
"Ah, that's right, that's right, you really can't be relied upon. I have to think about who to find the right person." The Demon Lord was a strange person by nature, and at this moment he was actually thinking seriously about what would happen after his death a thousand years later.
He glanced at Mo Qitian who was striding ahead, and suddenly asked, "Xiao Qi, is that Prince Shi your lover?"
"..." Mo Qitian's heart shuddered upon hearing this. Would a master ever ask his apprentice this question? He secretly wondered, was this old man planning to take advantage of Chu Shi? Why did he suddenly ask this question?
"I heard that the princes of Da Chu are all called Thousand Years Old. That means that King Shi should also live to be a thousand years old? How about I leave my affairs after death to him? What do you think?" The more the Demon Lord spoke, the more he thought this idea was brilliant, and his face was full of pride.
Haha, isn't Xiao Qi's lover just like his own disciple? The Demon Lord really treats the King of Buddhism as his own.
"...What... nonsense are you talking about? He won't care about your business!" Mo Qitian rejected it without even thinking.
"Why? My business is your business, and your business is his business! Why doesn't he care? Mo Qitian, don't you even have this little ability and can't have a say in front of him?" The Demon Lord looked at his disciple in disbelief. How could this be? How could the people of the Demon Cult be so weak and incompetent?
He saw today that his own disciple was so fawning and flattering to the young prince of the Northwest, and he had no backbone at all!
“…” Mo Qitian was too lazy to pay attention to this crazy old man and walked faster.
"Hey, it's my master!" Qing Yi and Ye Qingyu came out of the cave and walked down the mountain, and happened to meet their master and master's master.
"Cough cough!" The Demon Lord coughed a few times deliberately. Why did this little disciple only see his master and ignore his master's master?
"Master, is your throat uncomfortable?" Qing Yi's mischievous nature came up again. From the very beginning, he could see that this master's style of doing things was not serious. He was not a serious person, no, not a normal person. He immediately wanted to tease him.
"Well! Qingyi, it's so rude that you don't even say hello to your master when you see him. From now on, you have to be more filial to me, your master. Don't learn from your master, who has a sullen face all day long, like a stubborn donkey!" The Demon Lord scolded his master to his disciple.
“…” When Qing Yi heard what the Demon Lord said, he hurriedly looked at his master and thought to himself: Could it be that Master is angry?
In terms of closeness and favoritism, in Qingyi's heart, his master firmly occupies the first position, and no one can compare to him.
"Don't bother with him!" Mo Qitian snorted coldly and continued to walk down the mountain quickly.
"Mo Qitian, you traitor!" The Demon Lord gritted his teeth and uttered these words, then fell silent. Actually, he was a little afraid of Xiao Qitian. The child had never liked to smile since he was little. He always had a gloomy face and was stubborn. He was not at all lively and cute, and he was not likable.
Mo Qitian and his group arrived at the Demon Cult's headquarters. Just as they were about to enter, the Demon Lord suddenly pulled out a piece of cloth and neatly covered his face with it.
"Eh? Master, what are you talking about? You're already in our house, why are you still wearing a mask?" Qing Yi asked curiously with a puzzled look on his face.
"Once you enter, don't call me Master! Let's just pretend we don't know each other!" The Demon Lord said in a serious tone.
"Ah? What's wrong with Master? Just now he complained that I didn't greet him first, and now he doesn't let me recognize him as Master. What's going on? Is Master a little bit stupid or something?" Qing Yi subconsciously turned his gaze to his master again.
"Hmph! He is just too embarrassed to see his old acquaintances in the sect!" Mo Qitian snorted again, ruthlessly exposing the Demon Lord's little thoughts.
"Traitor, you, what do you know? You are talking nonsense!" The Demon Lord's thoughts were exposed, and he pointed at Mo Qitian and cursed, but he couldn't find any words to say no matter how hard he tried. It's not that he didn't know how to curse, but he didn't dare to scold his stubborn disciple. What if he got angry and he didn't recognize him as his master?
I accepted such a precious disciple in the beginning. Even though he treats me coldly now, he didn't say anything like severing the master-disciple relationship. It's already pretty good.
"Hahahaha, Master, you are so funny!" Qing Yi finally understood everything at this moment and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Don't hide it. All your old acquaintances in the cult are dead or gone. There are only a few left!" Mo Qitian said this coldly and stepped into the hall of the Demon Cult.
"You, Mo Qitian!" The Demon Lord was so angry that he was fuming. He tore off the cloth covering his face and followed Mo Qitian into the hall angrily.
Seeing the two furious people, Qing Yi and Ye Qingyu slowed down their pace and started talking to each other in whispers.
"Xiaoye, I'll show you the scorpions I raise later. They're really pretty. I'm sure you'll..."
"No! It's creepy!" Ye Qingyu refused without even thinking.
"Well, then, how about I take you to taste the delicacies of the Western Regions?" Qing Yi immediately made another suggestion, thinking of fulfilling his role as a good host and treating Xiao Ye well.
"No! It's too spicy and I don't like it!" Ye Qingyu remained unmoved and refused again.
"Well, then, how about I take you to the desert in the Western Regions to appreciate the scenery of the desert?" Qing Yi still didn't give up and racked his brains to think of ideas.
"No! The wind is too strong!" Ye Qingyu still refused cleanly and neatly.
"Ah? Then... I..." Qing Yi was in a dilemma. Xiao Ye was the young prince of Da Chu. He had seen all kinds of rare scenery and tasted all kinds of delicacies. How should he treat him to make him happy?
"Take me to rest later, I'm tired." Ye Qingyu looked at Qing Yi's worried face, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice.
"Ah? Ah! Okay, okay! Xiaoye, let's go eat quickly, and then I'll take you to my room to rest! Hehe, the bed in my room is very spacious..."
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