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After saying this, without waiting for Yan Luoyue and the other two to react, the man in gray waved his sleeves and rolled the "three impolite" little guests back into the room.

Yan Luoyue felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes again, the three of them were already in a spacious and gloomy bedroom.

The man in gray was standing two steps away.

The doors and windows were sealed shut, and the flickering candlelight stretched the man's shadow into a long, thin line. The dark shadow was stretched diagonally by the light, gloomily covering Yan Luoyue's head.

Those deathly grey eyes moved between the three people, as if selecting a target to kill as a warning to others.

Yan Luoyue and the other two held their breath and concentrated, their faces tense.

However, the three men's restless feet were sliding forward at once, their shoulders bumping into each other, trying their best to push the other two behind them.

Seeing this harmonious and friendly scene, the man in gray laughed sarcastically.

After a moment, he chose Yan Luoyue, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of the team.

When they met before, Ling Shuanghun had already heard Wu Manshuang describe the last separation.

The white crane boy immediately protested loudly: "Wait, why is it Xiaoyan again this time?!"

He bravely recommended himself: "We haven't talked alone yet, it's my turn now!"

After being chosen by the other party, Yan Luoyue breathed a sigh of relief.

She immediately praised the gray-clothed man's vision: "Yes, yes, yes, you caught me. You should pick the softest persimmons. Among the three of us, I am the softest little turtle."

Gray-clothed man: “…”

The gray-clothed man looked at Yan Luoyue deeply, and the palm that was originally pressed on her forehead kept moving down, down...

Then, the man touched Yan Luoyue's forehead, touched her head, and took her temperature.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Was it her illusion? This tiny movement seemed to contain a great mockery?

Judging from the temperature of his forehead, Yan Luoyue definitely didn't have a fever.

After this stroke, the man in gray also noticed the messy feeling under his palm.

He looked down and saw that Yan Luoyue's hair was a little messy after running just now.

After a brief hesitation, the man in gray lifted Yan Luoyue's collar and placed her upright in front of the dressing table.

Yan Luoyue moved in parallel while making a "calm down" gesture to his two companions behind him.

This little move naturally could not be hidden from the man in gray. However, since it did not cause him more trouble, he just turned a blind eye.

The man in gray put Yan Luoyue down, and the little girl sat down on the chair consciously, untied the hairband that tied her hair into a braid one by one, and then used her hands as a comb to quietly comb her hair.

"You are... quite self-aware."

"Yeah, yeah, thank you. It's really more convenient to have a mirror."

Yan Luoyue raised her head and smiled, then took the initiative to suggest, "I can comb your hair very quickly. If you can't wait, why don't you go sit over there for a while?"

“…”

Hearing Yan Luoyue's "thank you" for countless times probably made the man in gray feel clearly wrong.

Even through the mask, you could see him choke.

After a moment, the man in gray sneered and asked:

"Of those two boys, one has a lot of troubles, and the other has a lot of courage. You are different. You have too much courage."

With his eyes narrowed slightly, the man in gray threatened sinisterly: "Aren't you afraid that I brought you here? It's for..."

He paused for a moment, thinking about what kind of intimidation would be most effective on the little girl.

The man in gray replied smoothly, "--Is it to shave off your braids?"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

It stands to reason that shaving one's head should be a pretty strong threat to an average girl.

Haven’t you seen those schools with strict military training and uniform short hair cutting, where little girls often cry when getting their hair cut?

But when this thought fell on Yan Luoyue's head, she could only think of...

Yan Luoyue asked tentatively, "Do you want me to transform into '噠噠噠噠噠'?"

——That’s right, when she thought of the bald man, she could only think of the Vajra Subduing Demon Fist that the little nun Shen Jingxuan brainwashed her with!

The man in gray didn't understand the joke and glanced coldly at Yan Luoyue in the mirror.

Then, he took out a horn comb from his arms, took Yan Luoyue's arm away, and combed Yan Luoyue's hair one by one like a caring brother wearing a death mask.

From the appearance, the comb is very old, with a crooked peach blossom carved on the handle.

This is probably a treasure that the owner plays with all the time.

Even the rough, childish scratches were rubbed smooth around the edges.

The man in gray combed Yan Luoyue's hair while speaking slowly.

There was a strange tenderness in his cold tone, and a self-deprecating sarcasm mixed in with the tenderness, just like dipping French fries in soy sauce, creating a very strange mixture.

"I also had a little junior sister. She was naughty and cute, smart and sensible..." After a slight pause, the man in gray emphasized, "She was just smarter than you."

Yan Luoyue: “???”

Wait, why did you add that last sentence?

Is this considered a personal attack?

Ignoring Yan Luoyue's mental state, the gray-clothed man recalled to himself, "When she was four or five years old, she was picked up by the master and brought back to the mountain gate."

"At first, she was afraid of people and didn't dare to speak. She wouldn't answer when others asked her questions. Only my junior brother and I were close to her in age, so she treated us a little closer."

"So the master gave her to the two of us to take care of. Every morning, I fetched water for the little sister to wash her face and picked fresh flowers from the well for her. I combed the little sister's hair and braided it, and put wild flowers in the ends of her braid."

As the man in gray spoke, he deftly tied up Yan Luoyue's hair.

His hands and feet were surprisingly light and quick, without hurting Yan Luoyue's scalp at all. In just a few words, he had tied Yan Luoyue's hair into a playful double bun.

Looking at the girl's bun through the mirror, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.

The previous peaceful and beautiful narration took a sharp turn for the worse because of this sneer.

"--Later, she was as rude as the three of you, so I killed my sister."

Yan Luoyue: “!!!”

With a hint of Bluebeard's perverted temperament, the man in gray took out two freshly picked double-petaled red camellias.

Camellias bloomed on his pale fingers, as bright and rosy as congealed blood.

The man gestured, then artistically inserted the camellia flowers into Yan Luoyue's dark hair, one on the left and one on the right.

Staring at Yan Luoyue's finally shocked face through the mirror, the gray-clothed man's pale fingers gently brushed across the blood-red camellia.

"Logically, since you dared to escape, I should have picked out a man and killed him slowly in front of you. So that you would know that this is not a game."

The gray-clothed man said in a deep voice: "However, considering that my junior sister's death anniversary is approaching, I will forgive you this time... I will never be so lenient again in the future."

After leaving this cold threat, the man in gray gave each of the three people a warning look and turned to leave.

At this moment, Ling Shuanghun suddenly stepped forward and stopped the man.

"——Chu Tiankuo!"

“…”

The gray-robed man paused and slowly turned around.

"You called me, what?"

It was like a mountain torrent or a collapse of a snowy mountain.

At this moment, the terrifying cold light that emanated from those deathly grey eyes was enough to make even the most ferocious beasts run away.

It was like a precious sword that had been silent for eighty years suddenly emitting a cold light. The bystanders were shocked to realize that the sword wind that had blown towards them before was actually separated by the scabbard.

Compared to the gray-robed man's current demeanor, the way he sneered while inserting a camellia in Yan Luoyue's hair was just like he was patiently playing twirling rope with a child.

If he had shown this expression earlier, Yan Luoyue would definitely have been much more restrained in her mischievousness.

However, facing two gazes that could almost pierce through people, Ling Shuanghun actually held his head high and took another step forward!

He said clearly: "My name is Chu Tiankuo."

"——I have seen the long sword on your waist before. In the eleventh ring battle of the sword competition, Song Qingchi threw his sword to you, right?"

The man in gray said coldly, "Very good, go on. What else do you know?"

Ling Shuanghun showed no fear at all: "I also know your junior sister - her name is Tao Tao, and you also gave her a nickname, Tao Tao. The comb you just took out is the one she used, right?"

The man in gray, or rather, Chu Tiankuo.

He took a step towards Ling Shuanghun, and the dark shadow under the candlelight seemed to drag the white crane boy into the quagmire and submerge him.

Perhaps because he was laughing out of anger, Chu Tiankuang's voice became more and more indifferent and stiff:

"Go on, keep talking. Tell us everything you know, and don't leave any regrets."

No one who hears this will think it is an encouragement.

But Ling Shuanghun spoke in a tit-for-tat manner.

"I am just a demon historian, I don't know more than you. But looking through the history of the past, I also know that when Master Song was young, he was a heroic hero of the North!"

Chu Tiankuo's life-threatening figure approached step by step.

With every step he took, the air became more condensed, like glue.

But Ling Shuanghun seemed to think that the atmosphere was not stagnant enough and still took the initiative to step forward.

With every step Chu Tiankuo took, Ling Shuanghun followed suit.

The two of them were like two beasts meeting on a narrow road on a single-plank bridge.

The mature and experienced one had its old bloody wound opened.

The one that was not yet fully grown, although young and weak, relied on its inexperienced strength and charged forward without caring about its life!

Ling Shuanghun asked fiercely, "At this sword competition, Sect Master Song personally led the team. I saw with my own eyes that the heroic iron man of the past now coughs three times after a sentence, staggers three times after a step, and is weak and frail. Chu Tiankuo, why do you think Sect Master Song is like this? When you heard the name of your mentor, don't you feel any guilt in your heart?"

“…”

When the last word fell, the distance between the two people could not be closer.

Chu Tiankuo raised his cold palm and pressed it threateningly on Ling Shuanghun's stiff neck.

The spiritual energy in his body was blocked and his vital points were controlled by others, but Ling Shuanghun smiled instead.

"Why, do you want to threaten me to shut up?"

"But the necks of our White Crane clan are like the fine brushwork of a historian, slender and hard, and would rather bend than bend. If you want to stifle my resentment, you might as well use more force."

"…Are you the Crane Clan historian?"

Chu Tiankuo looked at Ling Shuanghun uncertainly: "Kid, do you really want to irritate me?"

"Right!" Ling Shuanghun raised his head and said, "If you feel guilty and can't bear to hear these words, you'd better strangle me now. If you don't kill me now, don't touch the three of us again."

"You must have heard of the letters of our Crane Clan historians, which can be transmitted simultaneously."

"Although the Crane Clan would not casually read other people's records on weekdays, if my soul lamp goes out, the first thing the clan historian will look for is my recent experiences. You have been hiding in Shancha Town for ten years, so you probably don't want to be exposed too early, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-robed man and his hand on Ling Shuanghun's throat froze like a statue.

After a while, he said, "You are a liar. Since when did the official historians record even such idle talk as this?"

Ling Shuanghun laughed: "What a coincidence, Ling is a writer who specializes in recording unofficial history."

“…”

After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, the man in gray snorted coldly and withdrew his attack.

Feeling the slight pressure in his throat being removed, Ling Shuanghun breathed a sigh of relief.

As if on a single-plank bridge, one of the beasts finally chose to retreat.

Its opponent did not pursue it closely, but instead took a step back and politely kept a distance from it.

Ling Shuanghun lowered his voice and tried to persuade him earnestly, "Not only do I know some of the past events, I also know that you have never harmed anyone here since you published the gambling list."

"Not long ago, I stayed at Hansongmen. At midnight, I happened to see Sect Master Song. He was holding a candle, staring at the painting of the three of you playing together when you were young."

Seeing Chu Tiankuo tremble, Ling Shuanghun immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"As the saying goes, elephants bury their ancestors and cranes return to their hometowns after death. Brother Chu, in all these years, have you never thought of going back to visit?"

“…”

After a while, Chu Tiankuo suddenly asked, "What else do you know?"

Everything Ling Shuanghun knew had already been said in the previous fight.

But this did not prevent him from making use of his people's strengths and making up stories on the spot with his eyes open.

"I also know that although Brother Chu's attitude is still cold, he is clearly moved in his heart."

"Oh." Chu Tiankuan was not surprised, but answered unexpectedly, "Then you know too much."

In an instant, Chu Tiankuo raised his hand and slashed towards Ling Shuanghun with a knife.

In fact, with his level of cultivation, a spiritual attack can be launched in a matter of seconds.

However, perhaps it was because Ling Shuanghun had just shown some characteristics of being weak in the Five Elements, which caused Chu Tiankuang to not hesitate to take action himself and give him a beating.

"wait……"

Ling Shuanghun suddenly widened his eyes.

He had barely uttered half a word when his whole body went limp and he passed out.

Ling Shuanghun fell headfirst, face down on the ground, in the same manner as he had done when the three of them were attacked before.

The brave He He, with his own throwing, proved that talking nonsense is useless.

“…”

As soon as Wu Man Shuang smelled a bad smell, she rushed forward, but she was still a step too slow.

Unable to support Ling Shuanghun, he simply went with the flow, took off the white veil covering his eyes, and looked at Chu Tiankuo with cold eyes.

The moment his eyes met, Chu Tiankuang seemed to laugh:

"You are in trouble. To avoid future trouble, I have to use a method that you will remember."

He muttered to himself: "Originally, I should have brought a mirror..."

It seems that Chu Tiankuo also knows that Wu Manshuang's line of sight will be reflected back when it hits the mirror and affect himself.

However, Chu Tiankuo did not bring the mirror after all.

…But he might as well have brought a mirror.

Because Chu Tiankuo reached back and grabbed Yan Luoyue at a speed that was completely invisible to the human eye, and then pushed Yan Luoyue in front of Wu Manshuang!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

In an instant, the two were so close that their noses were almost touching, and even the fine hairs on each other's faces were clearly visible.

...What is more visible, of course, is Wu Manshuang's pupils that sparkle like obsidian.

Yan Luoyue saw her own reflection in the little snake's eyes.

The edges of the figure were covered with a layer of faint light, reflected in the dark pupils, like falling snow sealed in a crystal ball.

then……

Nothing more.

From the first moment Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang's eyes met, she...

I became paralyzed and stiff.

Wu Manshuang quickly closed her eyes and said through gritted teeth: "You..."

This time, the murderous intent in his tone seemed to burst through his skin.

Chu Tiankuo then moved Yan Luoyue away and looked directly into Wu Manshuang's eyes again.

As expected, Chu Tiankuo moved freely and spoke fluently. This attack had no effect at all.

In the young man's stubborn and angry eyes, was reflected the tiny, deathly gray shadow of Chu Tiankuo.

Chu Tiankuo looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled.

The mockery contained in that smile was as if the skin on the face was torn off immediately, and even the bones were picked out alive.

He murmured, "Considering your age, you have done well. But if you are not absolutely sure, even if you are prepared to die, the effect will only be similar to acting coquettishly."

Having said that, Chu Tiankuo once again raised his palm to form a knife, and his hand rose and fell.

Wu Man Shuang immediately followed Ling Shuang Hun and fell to the ground as the second one, proving that force had no effect on this BOSS.

At this time, Yan Luoyue finally recovered from the paralysis.

She had just regained consciousness when she saw Chu Tiankuo walking towards her with great momentum.

"Wait——" Yan Luoyue shouted hurriedly, "I don't know much, I can't talk big, and I don't use force to simulate the effect of acting coquettishly! So don't knock me out!"

Chu Tiankuo: “…”

Yan Luoyue took a deep breath: "Thank you for braiding my hair just now, it looks really good. By the way, are you interested in the Nuannuan game of changing your hairstyle? Let's see who can braid more different types of hair?"

Chu Tiankuo: “…”

Chu Tiankuo's gaze passed over Yan Luoyue's palms and insteps in turn.

Because of the paralysis caused by the gaze before, Yan Luoyue's hands and feet were numb, and he felt that the blood flow at the ends of his blood vessels was a little blocked and they were opening and closing.

But when Chu Tiankuo saw this action, he didn't know what he had misunderstood.

Chu Tiankuo endured it again and again, and finally said: "Don't worry, I won't let you kick the wall with your little toes, and I won't pinch your hand with the door."

“…Oh.”

Yan Luoyue was stunned for a moment before she remembered that there was such a setting.

Chu Tiankuo asked again: "...but when you were a child, did anyone treat your brain like this?"

Yan Luoyue: “???”

I'll beat the golden drums and the horns! What did you say?

——She has endured it twice in a row! The personal attacks have escalated!

But considering that verbal attacks and physical force are useless, it is the idiotic misunderstandings caused by some coincidences that have made Yan Luoyue stand out and remain so to this day.

Yan Luoyue actively absorbed successful experiences and replicated them.

Seeing that Chu Tiankuo was a bit fooled by the child, Yan Luoyue covered her face with her hands and trembled, "Senior Brother, save me!"

Chu Tiankuo was slightly stunned: "I am not your senior brother."

"I didn't call you either." Yan Luoyue said muffledly from between her fingers, "I miss my senior brother, his name is Jiang Tingbai."

“…”

This time, Chu Tiankuo remained silent even longer.

This name, which was already unfamiliar but had once been regarded as a powerful enemy, was like a hook from the past, pulling Chu Tiankuang back to eighty years ago.

At a certain moment, Chu Tiankuan seemed to be back at the sword conference, briefly immersed in the life of eighty years ago.

But this moment of shock only lasted for a blink of an eye.

That period of youthful vigor and passion, when he wrote with a brush without restraint, is too far away from the gray and dull Chu Tiankuo.

It was so far away that when he heard the three words "Jiang Tingbai", he felt like he was from another world.

"So, you are Jiang Tingbai's junior sister." Chu Tiankuo said slowly.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Luoyue.

The little girl had a beauty as beautiful as a newly blossoming peach. She had her hair in a familiar bun with two blood-red camellias stuck in her hair.

Taotao had also combed her hair like this before, and she also seemed to have inserted camellias diagonally in her hair...

Tao Tao... was once such a lively and beautiful girl.

She had just grown into a grown-up girl, and had just confessed her love to her junior fellow apprentice.

Before she could become famous and be together with her lover for three lifetimes, her life ended forever, just like a camellia flower that withers at its peak.

Chu Tiankuo let out a long sigh, as if showing weakness.

He did not continue to attack Yan Luoyue, but dragged out a chair and sat down.

When the man's sword-straight back arched, the cold temperament that had always shrouded him seemed to collapse from Chu Tiankuo at the same time.

Now, the man was no longer so scary, he just looked tired.

"Don't cry. I won't be soft-hearted even if you cry." Chu Tiankuo said with a sigh.

"Taotao may really be smarter than you. When she encounters problems, she won't cry and call 'senior brother' - guess why I named her Taotao?"

"Really?" Yan Luoyue immediately put down her hand, revealing a clean face under her palm, "Then I won't cry anymore, and you don't do anything, okay?"

Chu Tiankuo: “…”

Chu Tiankuo closed his eyes and said, "Okay."

Feeling that the atmosphere was good, Yan Luoyue sat a little closer.

"Don't blame Xiao Ling. He was saved by Sect Master Song and wanted to find someone for him. So, can you tell me what happened in Shancha Town that year?"

Chu Tiankuo stroked his fingers, as if he was considering something, and did not answer the question for a long time.

After a long while, he asked back, "Do you know how many kinds of monsters there are in the world and how they are classified?"

Yan Luoyue quickly recalled: "It can be divided into four categories."

In the past, when a heteromorph escaped the seal of the demon world and hid near Yunning Daze, Feng Xiaoyuan once talked about this knowledge point.

Monsters in the world can be roughly divided into four categories based on the characteristics that make them worthy of defense.

One type is the Heteromorphs and the monsters born from Heteromorphs, such as the Mud Drill and the Green Mane Demon. Except for being bloodthirsty and murderous, their natures are similar to those of monsters.

One type is called a puppeteer, who can read memories and manipulate monks as puppets.

No one knows where they come from, but every time a puppeteer appears, it represents a devastating disaster.

There is also a kind of monster that can devour the opponent's cultivation, absorb the opponent's attack and then attack again.

Yan Luoyue just wrote it down as a point of knowledge.

But ever since she had experienced Fu Feng's teachings and exchanges, she had secretly suspected that this description should refer to a huge rolling demon.

As for the last type of monster, it is the rarest in records. It is said to feed on emotions and likes to play with its prey.

Chu Tiankuo nodded slightly: "After the sword conference, the three of us went all the way south and came to Shancha Town..."

Then, they encountered the last type of monster on a narrow road.

Chu Tiankuo glanced at Yan Luoyue with an ambiguous look:

"You and I are both unfortunate."

"The three of us meeting that monster is like the three of you meeting me."

…

The cultivation level of Yan Luoyue and the other two was vastly different from that of Chu Tiankuo at this moment.

Unfortunately, the same critical chasm also happened to Chu Tiankuang and his two companions eighty years ago.

Chu Tiankuo will always remember the night before they stepped into Shancha Town.

That was the last peaceful and warm time in their lives.

From then on, all three of them had to bid farewell to their lives or their youth at a heavy price.

That night, Chu Tiankuo sorted out the prizes he had won at the sword competition and divided them into three equal parts according to category and value.

Although Chu Tiankuang won the first place in the sword competition alone, all the good things from small to big were divided equally among the three of them.

As the master's biological son, it was inevitable that he would often be teased by his father or the elders.

But after receiving this favor, Song Qingchi always secretly "smuggled" surprises back.

The three of them closed the door, looked at each other with a smile, and divided the "trophies" into three piles like little mice stealing oil.

Even Tao Tao——

Although she was just an orphan picked up by her master, she always shared her happiness and vitality with her two fellow brothers without reservation.

When the rewards of the sword competition were finally distributed, only one peach blossom hairpin was left.

Chu Tiankuo put it without hesitation into the pile of treasures representing Taotao. After thinking for a while, he took it out and put it in his pocket.

Perhaps because his name is related to peach blossoms, Taotao has liked peach blossoms since he was a child.

Cups, plates, curtains, fabrics with peach blossom patterns...her collection is so large that Chu Tiankuo can't even count them.

If she saw anything with a peach blossom design, she would buy it on the spot even if it meant emptying her wallet.

The moment he saw the hairpin for the first time, Chu Tiankuo subconsciously named it in the name of his junior sister.

...Taotao would definitely want to put on such a beautiful peach blossom hairpin the first time he sees it, and would not even keep it overnight.

If I wait until tomorrow when the prizes are distributed to give it to Junior Sister, I'm afraid I'll get another half-hearted scolding.

Chu Tiankuan curled the corners of his lips and planned to give the hairpin to his junior sister tonight.

This way, I solved one of the little problems that my baby had, and...

Chu Tiankuo smiled teasingly and thought: Moreover, even if my junior brother knew about it, he would pretend not to know so that Taotao would be happy.

He held the peach blossom hairpin in his pocket and walked briskly towards Taotao's courtyard.

Chu Tiankuan's body movements were very good. Even when he was less than an inch away from someone's back, he was so skillful that it seemed as if he had always been in the opponent's shadow.

Therefore, until he came within three meters, the two people under the camellia tree still did not notice the approach of the senior brother.

Chu Tiankuo raised his eyebrows and looked at the scene in front of him with a strange expression.

Although it is said that if you watch things you shouldn't watch too much, you will get stye, but you can't see such a wonderful show every day.

Taotao clenched his fist and pushed hard against the tree.

The girl, who was a medical practitioner, stood on tiptoe and raised her aura to a height of 18 feet, and knocked the blushing Song Qingchi to the ground with a hard knock.

"So? Speak up!"

Song Qingchi stammered, "Tao, Taotao..."

Taotao slapped his chest hard: "Stop stuttering, show some spirit!"

Even though someone was touching his nose with a fist, Song Qingchi suddenly smiled.

"Tao Tao," the young man in green robe said politely, "You know, I am a weapon refiner, and my fire is hot."

"So what?" Tao Tao's eyes widened, "Little Senior Brother, are you still going to burn me?"

"No." Song Qingchi stared at her without blinking, "But besides the fire, there is another place on my body that is burned."

“…”

Chu Tiankuo, who was standing in the shadow not far away, almost vomited on the spot.

He immediately looked at his junior brother, who had always behaved so innocently, with new eyes.

At this moment, Chu Tiankuo even wondered whether Song Qingchi had an unknown twin brother.

As a medical practitioner, Tao Tao understands human affairs earlier than ordinary people.

Her eyes widened.

Seeing the junior brother say these words calmly, the girl, who was about to press the man against the tree with great momentum, suddenly blushed.

"ah!"

Tao Tao screamed, covered her face and tried to run away, but was grabbed by Song Qingchi from behind.

The boy tilted his head slightly and placed his lips on her ear somewhat shyly. The warm air seemed to melt in the sensitive ear canal.

"You know..." Song Qingchi said proudly, "I have always been very warm-hearted towards you."

“…”

In his arms, the sweet and beautiful girl slowly turned her head.

This must be the cutest girl in the world.

The fragrance of her body penetrated into Song Qingchi's nostrils. Her raised fist was so cute and lovely, and even her sinister black face...

"Taotao?" Song Qingchi asked hesitantly, "Are you unhappy? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'll beat you to death, you big idiot!" Tao Tao was both ashamed and angry. She raised her fists and punched the young man in green robe.

"...That's it? That's it? You...you are so bad, how could you do this?!"

Song Qingchi, who had just successfully confessed his love, was beaten up by Mei □□ in the blink of an eye.

Under the shade of a tree twenty steps away, Chu Tiankuo held onto a large tree, being amused by this pair of bickering lovers and trying hard not to laugh out loud.

The innocent and confused young man ran away for a few times with his head in his hands, then bent down and hid behind a big tree.

"Okay, okay, stop fighting. I'll pick some flowers for you, okay?"

“No, no, no, no!”

"You don't like camellia? Then I'll pick peach blossoms for you..."

"How stupid! Where are the peach blossoms in winter?"

"Then wait until spring. I'll pick you a hundred, a thousand... Every year we're together, we'll plant a peach tree, until we have a peach forest, okay?"

"...We want to plant a peach orchard together?"

"Let's plant a peach forest together!"

That's enough for me.

The content that follows is really not suitable for listening to.

Chu Tiankuo left the place quietly with a satisfied smile on his face.

The peach blossom hairpin in his arms has not been given away yet, but peach blossoms are clearly blooming in the world.

The next day, they arrived at Son Tra Town.

As soon as he walked into the town, Chu Tiankuo felt something strange.

Although along the way, the three of them killed many monsters.

Those chaotic phenomena have made Chu Tiankuo vaguely aware that the situation under the rule of Hongtong Palace is not as peaceful as they say.

But the weirdness of Shancha Town seems to still be...

Chu Tiankuo's idea was only halfway through.

The next moment, it was as if a string in his brain suddenly broke, and he fell to the ground in a daze and powerlessness.

At the same time, in Chu Tiankuo's peripheral vision, he saw his junior brother and sister fall down at the same time.

The coordinated movements of the three people were like three parallel lines that would never intersect.

…

When he woke up again, Chu Tiankuan was locked in an empty room.

His skills were still there, but his limbs seemed to be out of control and became stiff and hard.

A monster...or rather, something unknown, was hovering gloomily above Chu Tiankuo's sight like a gray mist.

The gray mist wavered a little - perhaps it was equivalent to a human waving their fingers, and Chu Tiankuo sat up involuntarily.

Chu Tiankuo gritted his teeth and asked, "You are...you are a puppeteer?"

But he clearly remembered that the puppeteer's appearance was very different from this gray mist.

The monk who was controlled by the puppeteer had lost all consciousness and was like a walking corpse. This was definitely not what he looked like at this moment.

The gray mist opened its mouth, and its voice was androgynous, neither male nor female.

"I'm not a puppeteer," it said in a leisurely voice. "You know, I'm still hesitating."

Chu Tiankuo asked directly: "What are you hesitating about?"

Gray Mist laughed and said, "I am hesitating... between you and your junior sister, who should I choose as the food?"

If his limbs had not been stiff, Chu Tiankuan would have drawn his sword and attacked.

But now he couldn't move, and veins popped out on his forehead from the struggle: "Don't touch my fellow apprentices!"

Chu Tiankuo spoke word by word: "No matter what you want to do, just use me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gray Mist couldn't help but burst into laughter.

It was a horrible laughter, like the sound of mold on the corner of the wall rubbing against the back of your neck during the rainy season; it was completely devoid of joy and extremely sinister.

"…What are you laughing at?" Chu Tiankuo asked coldly, "Isn't it common to see veal that will jump onto the chopping board on its own initiative? Well, I, Chu, will open your eyes today."

"——I, Chu Tiankuo, have been practicing swordsmanship for sixteen years. I have learned to cook roast duck skin, deep-fried meat, and pork ribs. The meat is chewy and delicious. I am a top-quality ingredient, right?"

Upon hearing this, Gray Mist laughed even louder, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

"You misunderstood." It said maliciously, "I don't eat human flesh, I only feed on emotions."

This is indeed a very strong monster, and its strength makes it strong enough to be a picky monster.

Just like gourmets among humans often love to eat and are good at eating.

Not only do they have a clever and cunning tongue, but most of them also have their own experience in cooking.

The same goes for this monster.

It will be happy to prepare a dinner of its own choice.

And the way to cook it is...

"Take your time. Let's boil the water over a low fire first." Gray Mist said with a smile, "Come on, you have to choose one of these two people and let him die first."

It controlled Chu Tiankuo's hands and feet and took Chu Tiankuo to another open space.

There were two wooden cages placed on the left and right of the open space.

In one of the wooden cages, a dishevelled, ferocious-looking man was imprisoned.

In another wooden cage, a woman was imprisoned, trembling with fear.

"One of them is a robber who was sentenced to death after the fact. He had committed murder, robbery, rape, and more than ten other crimes. The other one, well, is just an ordinary village woman."

In an instant, Chu Tiankuo's limbs seemed to have regained their freedom.

Graymist smiled and said, "Your sword is in your hand. Choose one and chop off his head."