As night fell, a group of people cast a small spell to light a fire and prepare to sleep.
Pan Yang sat leaning against a tree, squinting to rest. Zhou Yang sat next to Pan Yang, watching as the campfire light illuminated Pan Yang's profile.
He reached out his hand but then withdrew it and sat quietly to the side.
Because of the campfire, Pan Yang didn't feel very cold.
When Pan Yang heard some noise around him, he opened his eyes. The scene around him was not a dense forest, but a room. In front of Pan Yang was the only door in the room.
Just as Pan Yang's hand touched the doorknob, he heard a sound coming from outside.
"How could you do this! He's your own son! Your own flesh and blood!" the woman exclaimed angrily.
"What's wrong with me? Didn't you hear the elder say he's a jinx? Our Shi family doesn't need this jinx. If it weren't for him, I would already be the head of the Shi family!"
"Qing'er, calm down and listen to me. As long as I hand him over to the Time and Space Administration, they will be on our side! I can become the head of the family! You will be the mistress! We..."
The man spoke very quickly, as if he were insane.
Snap!
A crisp slap.
"You! Are you even human?! You've changed! He's my only child! You can't take him away! You can't!" The woman's voice was filled with disbelief.
"Qing'er! Don't be so stubborn!"
"You're the one who's stubbornly clinging to your delusions!"
Pan Yang stood in front of the door, listening quietly to the conversation without opening it.
"Daddy doesn't want me anymore, right?" A childish voice suddenly came from behind.
Pan Yang turned around and looked behind him. A five or six-year-old boy was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking as delicate as a little doll, and he couldn't bear to hurt him.
The boy's eyes were clearly filled with tears, yet he maintained a calm demeanor.
Pan Yang didn't answer the boy's question. Instead, he watched the boy slowly walk over, squat down, and pat the boy's head.
Are you going to leave them?
The boy shook his head: "I don't want to leave. I want my parents' old dad and mom."
“They’re gone. You’re all alone.” A hint of coldness flashed in Pan Yang’s eyes.
"No! Mom and Dad are here. They will take me away from here, and we will go back to our old home."
“…Heh,” Pan Yang chuckled lightly, then looked at the boy coldly and slowly placed his hand on the boy’s neck.
The boy looked at Pan Yang in horror: "Ah!"
The surrounding scenery shattered, and Pan Yang slowly opened his eyes. He saw a woman with a bewitching appearance sitting on the ground. She had a great figure and several thin veils covered her body, making her skin appear and disappear.
However, thin red threads were floating around the woman's body, connecting her to a person's head.
Pan Yang used his magic to conjure a sword, severing the thin threads and pointing it at the woman.
The woman chuckled softly, her face flushed with shyness: "You are truly amazing, Immortal. You have frightened me."
Pan Yang was speechless: "I hope you're scared to death."
Hearing this, the woman suppressed her anger: "Immortal, you're really interesting. You're handsome and have a good temperament, but you're so cold. Do you want me to warm you up?" As she spoke, she tried to lean against Huan Yang.
Pan Yang quickly dodged and said, "Throw them into the campfire to start a fire?" Are monsters thinking this strange these days? It's terrifying.
001: ...What the hell is weird! It's your thinking that's weird!
"..." The woman gently lifted the thin veil covering her legs: "Fairy~"
Are you cold?
"The immortals would say..." The woman's pupils dilated, "Ah, when fighting monsters, don't hit their faces!"
When Jiang Feng woke up, he saw a woman with a bruised and swollen face sitting on the ground, pointing at Pan Yang.
"How cruel you are!"
Pan Yang, with an aloof and arrogant expression, said, "Yes, I'll gladly thank you for the reminder. I should have killed you."
Woman: "Stop! Spare me, immortal!"
Jiang Feng: "???" He quickly stood up and found that the restriction was gone. He was shocked, but then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The people around them also woke up and looked at the scene with blank expressions.
"Immortal, I didn't mean it!"
The woman then tearfully recounted that she had only worked hard to repair the magic after encountering some flower, and that this was her first time committing evil, blah blah blah.
"..." Ha, who would believe such a story without any ups and downs? It's obvious they can't make up a story.
Pan Yang was speechless, but looking around, he realized that everyone believed him.
"It's good that she didn't kill us."
"Yeah, that's right! She didn't kill us, she just fainted and had a dream."
"..." This sect is doomed.
"Huh? Why hasn't Senior Brother Zhou woken up yet?" someone suddenly asked in confusion.
Everyone looked at the woman.
The woman quickly explained, "This has nothing to do with me! I didn't continue casting spells. As long as you don't get too caught up in the dream, you'll definitely wake up."
"Why isn't Zhou Yang awake?" Jiang Feng, not believing it, went over and kicked Zhou Yang.
"How would I know? Perhaps the little immortal is too preoccupied to distinguish between dreams and reality?" the woman said cautiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yang suddenly opened his eyes, startling Jiang Feng.
"It's good that you're alright. Let's keep going." Jiang Feng walked away awkwardly, not looking at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang stared blankly at Pan Yang in the crowd. Pan Yang was always unique and always the most eye-catching one in the crowd.
“Pan Yang…” Zhou Yang murmured softly, clenched his fist and walked over: “Master, let’s go.”
"Hmm." Pan Yang looked Zhou Yang up and down, sensing something was off about the kid. He was definitely up to no good, looking for an opportunity to...
001: "Host! Please stop thinking."
heitui, garbage system.
After that, some people traveled around and occasionally encountered some monsters. Although they faced some difficulties, they were able to defeat them.
There have been several sudden disturbances and encounters with monster hordes, and now another monster horde has appeared.
Annoyed, Pan Yang looked at the flower fairy and asked, "Do you know what's going on?"
The flower fairy winked and said, "Is the immortal curious? How about a reward?"
Pan Yang raised his fist expressionlessly.
"I don't know either! I just feel a very strange force interfering with us, as if it's coming from deep within!" The flower fairy quickly finished speaking, afraid that Huan Yang would really strike down, and ran away from Huan Yang.
Jiang Feng frowned: "The depths? Should we go take a look? It'll be good training for us."
Pan Yang said he didn't want to go. Why should the big boss have to work so hard? Shouldn't some underlings come along?
Zhou Yang nodded: "Let's go. We also need to gain more experience during this turmoil in the Demon Realm."
"Hmph, looks like you're not such a coward after all. I'm rooting for you this time."
Zhou Yang ignored Jiang Feng and stared into the depths, lost in thought.
"Awooo!" A loud roar came.
"Junior sister, be careful!"
"It's Jiang Zhouyu's voice." Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang immediately rushed towards the source of the sound.
Suddenly, a giant tiger slapped Jiang Zhouyu aside with its claws. Jiang Meishuang then thrust her long sword into the tiger's eye, and the tiger flung her away.
Seeing this, Zhou Yang leaped onto the tiger's back and stabbed it with his sword. The giant tiger felt the sting and shook violently, almost being thrown off. But suddenly, the giant tiger seemed to lose its vitality and collapsed to the ground.
He jumped down, and Jiang Feng rushed over to check on him: "He's dead."
"That's the problem. How did he die when the sword didn't hit any vital points?" Zhou Yang said with some concern.
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