The old monk's hand, which was twisting the Buddhist beads, paused slightly.
"Amitabha."
He chanted the Buddha's name softly, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his kind face.
"Donor Baili is overthinking."
"I will restrain Junior Brother Wu Zheng and will not let him harm Young Friend Ye Chen."
"constraint?"
Baili Hong sneered, picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.
"Your junior brother and his disciple can't hurt my junior brother."
"My little junior brother is not someone you can easily mess with."
Baili Hong's tone was full of confidence, even with a hint of showing off.
The Fire Qilin with the cultivation level of an Immortal Emperor became his junior brother's pet and followed him around.
Even if the Immortal Emperor came, he would not be able to hurt Ye Chen at all, not to mention that Wu Zheng was only at the level of an Immortal Venerable, let alone hurt his junior brother.
That boy looks harmless, but he is actually very evil.
He has mastered the art of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
The Fire Qilin, who has the cultivation level of an Immortal Emperor, disguised himself as an ordinary little yellow dog.
If Master Wu Zheng dares to attack his junior disciple, he will be asking for trouble.
"If that old bald donkey Wu Zheng and his apprentice dare to attack Ye Chen..."
Baili Hong smiled cunningly, with a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes.
"I'm afraid I'll be defeated by him."
"I came here today just to remind you to be mentally prepared."
"Amitabha!"
The old monk sighed helplessly, looking worried.
He knew it was inevitable.
Even if there is restraint, it is only temporary and it is impossible to restrain him forever. He knows his non-confrontational nature too well.
"Baili Donor..."
The old monk hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"When the time comes, I hope you can spare my junior brother's life."
Baili Hong glanced at the old monk, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"As long as Master Wuzheng and his disciple don't go too far, I will give you this favor."
Baili Hong's eyes were deep and his tone was deep.
He put down the wine gourd and stood up.
"I'm leaving now. You can enjoy your Bodhi wine slowly."
He patted the old monk on the shoulder, turned and left the meditation room.
The old monk looked at Baili Hong's departing back, with a barely perceptible smile on his face.
Baili Hong is really a person who protects his own people.
But he is right.
This kid Ye Chen is indeed not someone to be trifled with.
Wu Zheng and his apprentice are probably going to hit a wall this time.
The old monk shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhongzhou, Haoyue Fairy Palace.
Inside the gloomy palace, the Holy Son of Haoyue was filled with demonic energy and was furious at his subordinates who were kneeling before him.
"waste!"
The Holy Son of Haoyue opened his eyes wide and was furious.
He kicked over the rosewood table in front of him, and the spiritual fruits on the table rolled to the ground and broke into pieces.
"They are all a bunch of trash!"
His weird face was full of ferocity, and his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake.
"It's been more than half a year, and we still can't find Ye Chen's whereabouts!"
"What use do I have for you?"
In the gloomy palace, evil energy surged, as if hell had descended.
Several of his men were so frightened that they were silent, their bodies trembling, kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
None of them dared to speak, not even to breathe, for fear of angering the moody Son of God.
The hall was dead silent, with only the heavy breathing of the Holy Son of Haoyue echoing.
This eerie silence made the men even more frightened.
Ever since the Holy Son of Haoyue was crippled by Ye Chen, he has practiced magic to restore his cultivation, and his personality has become irritable and moody.
He would suck the blood and essence of his subordinates dry, turning them into dried corpses.
At this moment, Holy Son Haoyue became even more angry when he saw that no one spoke.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed one of his men.
The subordinate didn't even have time to scream before he was sucked into the hands of the Holy Son of Haoyue.
"ah……"
A shrill scream echoed in the palace, but stopped abruptly.
The Holy Son of Haoyue sucked the blood out of his subordinate and threw him to the ground like garbage.
The shriveled corpse looked like a rag doll, lifeless.
The remaining men were even more panicked, their faces pale, and they were terrified to the extreme, kneeling on the ground and trembling all over.
They kowtowed desperately, their foreheads hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Afraid that he would be the next person to be sucked dry of his blood.
In order to avoid having his blood sucked out, one of the men spoke tremblingly.
"Holy Son, spare my life!"
"Holy Son, spare my life!"
He spoke incoherently and his voice was trembling violently.
"We...we searched all over Zhongzhou, but couldn't find any trace of Ye Chen..."
"Maybe... maybe Ye Chen has already left Zhongzhou..."
He carefully observed the expression of the Holy Son of Haoyue, fearing that he might say something wrong.
"but……"
He paused and swallowed.
"But, we discovered his wife Luo Qingcheng..."
"And... and Ye Chen's two senior brothers..."
"They... they're fighting for the Supreme Ranking all over Zhongzhou..."
After he finished speaking, he buried his head deeply in the ground, not daring to look at the Holy Son of Haoyue again.
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