The man's laughter was not right, and Wang Xuan wondered in his heart, could this be a reflection of his strong desire to protect, and was it related to the issue of the warm little cotton-padded jacket?
Of course, the premise is that he had a preconceived idea and seriously suspected that this couple was related to the Demon Lord, and might be her parents who had sneaked back to the human world in advance!
"Tell me more." The shadow of the man on the wall spoke, still smiling, but Wang Xuan's heartstrings were slightly tense.
He took out the God-Slaying Banner, which frightened the round-faced girl. She thought, "You are showing off your sword here? What are you thinking in front of Chao Jue Shi!"
Wang Xuan covered his mouth with the flag, activated the golden texture, and protected his spiritual realm, so that he could not allow his mouth to speak the truth directly.
Otherwise, this man looked a bit fierce, and if it came to the issue of his little girl, it would be hard to deal with his mentality, and he might even beat Wang Xuan up.
But he also had to say something, and said, "Sister Yanyan is a very nice and gentle person. Not long ago, she took me to outer space, where we toured an ancient spaceship and explored extraterritorial civilizations together."
"Gentleness, swimming together, together, what do you want to tell me?" The shadow of the man on the wall shook slightly and asked.
At this moment, the ghost monk and the little white tiger looked at their noses with their eyes and looked at their mouths with their noses, neither of them moving. These two people who were so incompatible with each other could now be as still as fallen leaves, as if they had passed away in meditation.
Wang Xuan had a headache. Was he really meeting an old father with a strong desire to protect him? He couldn't be called old, but extremely so. He was probably in his prime and had a very hot temper.
"I just want to say that although Sister Yanyan is extremely beautiful and has few rivals, she also has a gentle and soft side. She is kind to everyone. Maybe it has something to do with her growing environment. After her parents left her, she often felt sad and danced to the moon, missing her relatives and her parents..."
Wang Xuan racked his brains to create a character for the Demon Lord, trying to make him more sentimental. He also thought that the root cause of all these problems was that his parents were gone. He wanted to make the old father feel upset and frustrated, and he wanted him to reflect on himself and not cause trouble for him.
"Are you talking about the Demon Lord? I feel like every time she does her fairy dance, a whole battlefield will die. When she becomes gentle, all the great masters will get nervous. If she is sentimental, it's probably because she's not yet the best in the world, right?"
The man on the wall spoke in a calm tone, not at all misled by Wang Xuan's words, and looked as if he saw through him.
Sure enough, the man on the wall spoke again: "Boy, you have a black heart!"
Then, one of his arms emerged from the wall, still in shadow form, and patted Wang Xuan on the shoulder, almost knocking Wang Xuan to the ground.
"Okay, don't scare the child." The woman on the wall spoke, stopped him, and pulled the arm back to the wall.
Wang Xuan wondered whether these two people were the parents of the Demon Lord. It seemed that they fit the bill, but he was afraid there was a trap and they were deliberately misleading him.
"How are you and Fang Yuzhu?"
What are you talking about? These two people actually care about this issue. Weren’t they just talking about the black-hearted little girl?
Wang Xuan was suspicious. Are these two people really Yanyan's parents? Are they really the extraordinary Taoist couple he guessed?
"Sister Yuzhu is very nice, just like Sister Yanyan. After getting to know each other, they both get along well. They don't have the airs of peerless immortals at all. They are gentle, decent, generous and dignified. They both like to cook by themselves. I have eaten the dishes they made by themselves, and they are really... delicious food on earth, and delicacies from the immortal world!"
Wang Xuan kept testing on his way to death. He just wanted to know what the relationship was between these two people and the two peerless fairies.
The ghost monk listened to his nonsense and became mute the whole time. He decided not to participate and said nothing.
The little white tiger had a strong desire to survive and was unusually quiet like a cat, with its little round face drooping as if it was fast asleep, thus successfully completing its self-isolation.
"They cooked the food themselves, how shameless of you!" The shadow of the man on the wall spoke in a bad tone and was in a bad mood.
"Whose cooking is better?" The woman was good-tempered and asked gently and calmly.
"They are both delicious. Sister Yuzhu's dishes are lighter, while sister Yanyan's dishes are based on rare meats and are very gorgeous." Wang Xuan said calmly, but in his heart the sound of the music of "The Wind Whistles and the Water Is Cold" was already ringing.
The man on the wall wanted to touch him again! His hand was almost outstretched, and just when it was about to touch his shoulder, the woman pulled it back.
"If you were asked to choose between these two, what would you choose?" The woman on the wall actually asked such a question, which was a bit abrupt. How could she still choose?
Although Wang Xuan was making crazy attempts on the road to death, he never thought about these things, because he and the two peerless fairies seemed to be standing in two different worlds, and the distance between them was quite far.
"I'm asking you a question." said the man.
"My relatives told me not to do multiple-choice questions." Wang Xuan quickly tried to stop them. He was being misled by the other party again. There were residual laws intervening, and the other party was more powerful than he could have imagined.
"That is to say, select all." The woman spoke, and the shadow on the wall turned its head and looked at Wang Xuan.
"You really dare... to leave!" The man seemed to have a bad look on his face and snorted coldly.
With a swish, two shadows disappeared from the wall and went away in an instant.
"Thank you both seniors for your protection!" Wang Xuan was truly grateful and shouted from behind. It was pitch black outside the window on a rainy night, with occasional arcs of electricity flashing across the sky, but the two men had long since disappeared.
The little white tiger and the ghost monk suddenly came back to life. They no longer pretended to be dumb and spoke meaningless words.
"The thunder is so loud tonight, it's a good time to survive the tribulation."
"Well, it's also the best time to pick spiritual medicine. Unfortunately, I didn't see it."
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