"You rebellious little brat, you actually want to ride on your master?" Liang Guanren's old face froze, and then he cursed fiercely.
Mu Yin laughed dryly: "Master, I didn't say I would ride you."
Liang Guanren raised his thick eyebrows, stood with his hands behind his back, and when he smiled, his wrinkles tightened. He asked in a slightly dangerous tone, "So you want to ride on my junior?"
Yu Qiu curled his lips and continued, "Master, this is not impossible."
"Brother Qiu is right!" Mu Yin immediately agreed.
Liang Guanren smiled brightly. He glanced at the seven of them and said casually, "Since you all have nothing to do, why not let my grandsons help you train in the art of physical cultivation?"
"If you win, you can ride them. But if you lose, you will be ridden by them. Strength is everything, how about that?"
"Master, are you not partial at all?"
When Mo Jing and the other seven heard the last sentence, the corners of their mouths twitched. You're probably the most biased person in the world. If Zheng Zheng were here, you would just hold your heart at her feet and step on it.
"No problem." Feng Xinglan held a wooden sword in his hand, looking eager to try.
Mo Jing smiled and blinked at Liang Guanren, "Master, your turtle monsters have the strongest defense capabilities. If we win, you must reward us."
Liang Guanren's smile froze: "..." Hongyu is almost gone, these prodigal disciples.
"Master, I can't take out the cauldron at the moment, so do you have one?" Yan Chen asked in a light tone.
When Liang Guanren heard this, he looked up at Yan Chen's gentle smile, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. He subconsciously touched his chest.
This disciple Yan Chen... is too vicious!
Two years ago, he fought against Yan Chen's disciple, but he didn't know that he had smeared poison on the cauldron, and in the end he was defeated by Yan Chen's disciple in two moves.
Liang Guanren stared at Yan Chen, straightened his face and warned him, "Yes, it is, but you have to be careful and don't use poison to harm my grandchildren."
After a pause, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at Feng Xinglan and the others.
"And you little brats, don't break their turtle shells, or I won't let you go!"
At this point, Liang Guanren looked at Nangong Qingqing. His old face suddenly smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, as if by magic. He said gently, "Qingqing, disciple, please keep an eye on them and don't let them go too far. In this team, only you and the little ancestor are the ones that Master trusts the most."
Nangong Qingqing laughed and nodded.
…
Soon, Feng Xinglan and his seven companions were arranged by Liang Guanren to communicate and exchange ideas with the young geniuses of the Turtle Demon Tribe.
Liang Guanren's playful smile gradually faded, and he looked in a certain direction thoughtfully.
Before leaving, the little ancestor sent him and Feng Xinglan and seven others back to the Turtle Demon Tribe, and left a message in his sea of consciousness: Wait for me.
What is the little ancestor going to deal with?
A month and a half has passed since that day.
From that day on, except for the Turtle King and the Wolf King, the other demon kings were seriously injured and were sent back to their tribes by the demons from various tribes.
Upon learning that the demon kings had angered the demon god, the ancestors of the major tribes ignored their serious injuries and rushed over to slap them hard, cursing, "How foolish of you to disrespect the demon god!"
The demon kings were in tears, as they could not remember what they had done wrong.
But the three charges that represented punishment always lingered in their minds.
The last charge, "letting a wolf into the house," made them tremble with fear and unable to sleep or eat, because just these four words made them realize how serious their crimes were.
Unlike the demon kings who were nervous, the other demons, big and small, were in a state of carnival and excitement because their god was about to officially return!
…
Demon Realm, the place where the eye of the seal is sealed_
The first thing Yun Zheng saw when she woke up was a face as handsome as a god, with his eyebrows and eyes as black as ink slightly wrinkled.
"A Shuo..."
The Emperor's deep eyes were filled with emotion, and he asked in a slightly deeper and more choked voice, "Do you know how great the danger will be if you consume all your strength?"
Yun Zheng was suddenly stunned and realized that he was a little angry.
He spoke again: "When will you think about yourself?"
The Emperor's handsome face was tense, his eyes locked on hers. Seeing that she was still a little dazed, his heart softened and he said in a slightly softer tone, "Zheng'er, promise me that you will always put your life first."
"I will." Yun Zheng pursed her lips. She sat up, raised her phoenix eyes slightly, looked directly at the Emperor, and said in a slightly weak tone, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
The Emperor's Adam's apple rolled over, his deep eyes unable to conceal his complex emotions, "...Zheng'er, I don't want to lose you again."
His somewhat cold hand stroked her cheek, and his cold and noble eyebrows seemed to be filled with lingering sadness.
Seeing this, Yun Zheng remembered his previous white hair. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, and she could hardly breathe.
"A Shuo, I will try my best to protect myself." I... will never leave you again.
Yun Zheng slowly raised her hand and held his wrist. His body temperature was too cold, a little abnormal. She calmly took his pulse.
But found...
She couldn't feel his pulse.
Yun Zheng's eyes changed slightly, and she looked at him with some worry.
"A Shuo, what's wrong with your pulse?"
A flash of panic flashed across Emperor Zun's eyes, but soon disappeared. He looked at Yun Zheng tenderly, his thin lips slightly raised as he said, "It's okay, I just awakened something."
He added, "Don't worry, just like when you awakened the power of the demon god, it won't hurt me."
Yun Zheng glanced at him thoughtfully and said in a fierce voice, "Don't lie to me. If I find out, your whole life will be..."
At this point, she suddenly leaned over to his ear and whispered something.
"There is no bridal chamber."
These few light words made the Emperor very upset.
Just as she was about to step back, a large hand wrapped around her waist, causing her to shrink towards him so cold that her forehead just touched his hard chin.
"hiss……"
Then, a kiss gently fell on her slightly red forehead.
"One kiss and the pain will go away."
Yun Zheng: “…”
Nonsense, it still hurts a little.
Suddenly, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his thin lips moved close to her ear, rubbing her ears, tenderly and charmingly, and his low, magnetic voice slowly reached her ears: "When are we going to have our wedding night?"
Yun Zheng's cheeks turned red.
Emperor Zun's deep voice was tinged with laughter, "How many children will we have in the future?"
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