I didn't have time to be shocked, I quickly took out the silk handkerchief and handed it to Master: "Master..."

Master wiped away tears and continued to cry: "In the secret realm, I was controlled to say those strange words, and they also appeared in my dream... But I went to the secret realm by myself, and I met the beloved child of the Heavenly Dao alone."

I frowned. "That is to say, your dreams overlap with reality, but there are also many deviations, right?"

The master nodded and looked up to the sky with tears streaming down his face: "This is too terrible, have I offended the way of heaven in any way..."

"What's wrong?"

The Demon Lord's deep and mellow voice suddenly rang out, and Master was so frightened that he burst into tears. I also stood up quickly with a pale face, turned around and saluted respectfully at the door: "Hello, Your Excellency."

I couldn't help but feel a chill on my back. The Demon Lord's power was too profound and I didn't notice when he appeared.

I just hope he didn’t hear about Master’s dream, especially the part about “becoming the harem of Tiandao’s favorite”… otherwise he might really go and massacre Tiandao.

“Uncle…hahaha, you’re back so soon.” I heard Master stuttering.

"Hmm." The demon king said in a gentle voice: "The wontons are still hot, do you want to eat them now?"

The master forced a smile: "Hmm..."

The Demon Lord strode over quickly without even looking at me. He waved his sleeves and a small wooden table appeared on the bed.

On top of it was a bowl of steaming wontons, which smelled so fragrant that they seemed to have been freshly bought from the foot of the mountain.

Only then did I understand why the Demon Lord left in such a hurry. It turned out that he was summoned. I guess Master deliberately sent him away.

Master has been fasting for a long time, but he always likes to eat these worldly foods, and I often go down the mountain to buy them for him.

However, the round trip usually takes a whole day, but the Demon Lord actually returned in half a cup of tea, which is really amazing.

Master obediently picked up the porcelain spoon, scooped up a spoonful with shaking fingers, and put it into his mouth.

“It’s so delicious…” Master chewed the food in small bites, his smile uglier than crying.

The Demon Lord gently held his waist and kissed his earlobe in the slightly panicked and uneasy look of his master.

"Don't worry, I will kill Bai Ziwei, and the baby won't become his harem."

"Poof!" Master spat out a mouthful of wontons, and the bowl and table were accidentally knocked over.

The bedroom was suddenly in chaos. The Master hugged the Demon Lord's arm and began to wipe his tears and act coquettishly. The Demon Lord seemed to be comforting her in a gentle voice, but in fact his big hands were touching her all over dishonestly.

I... ate dog food while looking for opportunities to cast the Cleansing Spell. I was in such a state of embarrassment and misery!

Is it popular these days to lure dogs in and kill them? Is this how people should live?

Oh, now I remember, I'm just a tool.

After accurately positioning myself, I looked numb and continued to make the bed silently.

This matter was too unbelievable, and the master could only send an urgent message to all relatives and friends, inviting them to come to the Immortal Sect to discuss it.

In order to avoid malicious interference from the Heavenly Dao, the Demon Lord set up a barrier for the entire mountain. I also opened the shield in advance to protect myself to avoid being crushed to death by the pressure from the big guys.

In the main hall, my master was held on the lap of the Demon Lord and sat in the main seat with a sad face.

I stood beside the two of them, listening to Master stutteringly recounting his entire dream. All the big men in the audience were calm and listened patiently to his recollections.

The dream seems to be told from Bai Ziwei's perspective. At first, he was an outer disciple of the Thunder Sect who was bullied, but he had amazing talents and mental skills that were not buried. Later, he became a disciple of Shen Ci of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect, and was given special care and even loved by his master.

"It's just something in a dream... Uncle, please don't be angry." After saying this, the Master tightened his fingers that were grasping the Demon Lord's collar and gave a weak smile to please him.

That pitiful, watery look made my heart tremble, and no one could bear to say anything harsh to them.

Oh, Master’s baby is so cute. I really want to be his male mother.

From my perspective, the Demon Lord seemed to close his eyes and gently kiss Master's hair, showing no joy or anger.

"I know, baby, go on." He said lightly.

The master finally breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and continued to recall: "Later... he seemed to want to avenge the destruction of his family, encountered some adventures that strengthened his strength, and went to kill my uncle. It was full of twists and turns and he went berserk, but he finally succeeded."

"That night he had an epiphany and passed the thunderbolt. As his master, I stayed with him the whole time. However, he was seriously injured and couldn't withstand the thunderbolt at all..." The master's mouth twitched and he sighed, "Because I was one of his concubines who loved him, I helped him block it... and then I collapsed."

"What!" Master Wei slammed the table, which scared me.

The following story about Bai Ziwei seemed to be very long, but the bosses were no longer interested in listening and fell into silence and confusion.

I was also confused. The master in my dream was very different from the real master. He was a peerless alchemist with a cold personality, and his relationship with the big guys present was very weak, and they were not even acquainted.

The master in the dream seemed to be him, but also seemed not to be him.

"If we regard Xiaobao's dream as a play..." Min Shoubei stroked his chin, frowned and thought: "Then Xiaobao has been chosen by the heavens and has begun to play a role in it."

"That makes sense." The Demon Lord spoke, his deep voice a little hoarse at this time.

The other bigwigs also nodded one after another. This was the only explanation now.

Mo Sheng frowned: "Then Xiaoci will act according to the predetermined lines, and in the end..."

He stopped talking, and I guess he didn't need to say anything more.

It is obvious that if this continues, both the Master and the Demon Lord will die.

"We can't kill that troublemaker either, tsk..." Shen Bie clenched his hands on the table into fists, veins bulging at the corners of his eyes.

The sword at his feet slowly floated up along with his emotions, and a raging red flame ignited around the sword.

Even through the protective shield, I could still clearly feel the increasing pressure around me. All the big guys were more or less angry.

"What should we do?" Palace Master Yang sighed: "Is the only way to break the Heavenly Dao? But this is too difficult... and it may very well destroy the whole world!"

"..." The big guys could only remain silent.

I secretly looked at the Demon Lord. He was slowly stroking Master's long hair, staring at a bowl of tea on the table, as if he was thinking seriously.

Although his brows were furrowed, his expression was still calm.

But I guess he is already planning how to destroy Tiandao.

And if he makes this decision, the other big guys will definitely follow him in order to save my master.

"Well..." I said with a trembling voice: "I have a way."

All eyes suddenly gathered over here, only the Master's deer eyes were sparkling with anticipation, as for the other big guys... why were they so fierce!

Being stared at by a bunch of big men who could crush me with their little fingers, I tried not to be nervous: "Since we can't destroy it, then we can do the opposite and find another way to help Bai Ziwei achieve the goal in the play. Wouldn't that avoid the tragedy in the process?"

***

After I made the suggestion, the big guys discussed it together for three days and three nights. Master was asleep for half of the time, and when he woke up, he quickly recounted the details of his fresh and hot dream.

Finally, we finalized the plan and began to carefully deal with the way of heaven.

We had been preparing for half a month, and finally Bai Ziwei arrived on the date predicted in the dream.

All the big guys left a small item in the main hall, which was imbued with their own spiritual power, so that they could check the scene inside the hall at any time.

"Master Shen, I am sorry to bother you. Please forgive me." Bai Ziwei bowed respectfully to my master.

As expected, Master lost control of himself and started talking to Bai Ziwei in a long and incomprehensible speech. I almost fell asleep while listening to him.

This episode is nothing more than the boring push and pull between Bai Ziwei and his master, and finally the master uses coercion and inducement to accept him as his disciple.

"Go back to your old sect and make preparations, and move in tomorrow." The master smiled at him.

Bai Ziwei smiled sadly and said, "There is nothing that belongs to me there. Ziwei can stay here now. Thank you Master for taking me in."

After performing the master-disciple ceremony, he turned and walked towards the small hill that had been prepared long ago.

"Wait!" The master suddenly shouted and stretched out his hand towards Bai Ziwei's back.

I was refreshed. Master's expression was no longer cold and profound. He had recovered from his previous confusion and seemed to be awake!

Bai Ziwei turned back in confusion: "Master, what else do you want?"

The master let out a relaxed breath, stretched his joints, and gave Bai Ziwei a gentle smile.

He might have been trying to be amiable, but what he ended up saying was rather sweet and soft: "Wait a minute, I want to ask you something."

I couldn't help but be stunned. This guy could kill Master in the future. Master's beautiful smile should be kept for us!

The items left behind by the bosses around suddenly trembled violently, and the various magical powers in the hall became more intense. It seemed that the bosses were as unhappy as I was.

Bai Ziwei's fair face turned slightly red: "...What do you want to ask?"

The master said calmly, "Do your adoptive parents live in Tuo City on the border of Zhongzhou? Fifteen years ago, Tuo City was destroyed by the Demon Lord when he was chasing his opponent. Your adoptive parents also died unfortunately?"

"This..." The blush on Bai Ziwei's face faded away, and he frowned slightly: "How did you know?"

“Don’t worry about that.” The master pretended to be mysterious: “What I want to tell you is… they are not dead at all, and they are alive and well.”

Speaking of the deep hatred buried deep in his heart, Bai Ziwei was extremely emotional. He said in a deep voice: "Master, you don't have to comfort me. The one who killed them was the Demon Lord, and I will definitely avenge him!"

"Hey, I am an honest man, why would I lie to you? Your adoptive parents are lucky to be alive."

Bai Ziwei's brows were still furrowed, with suspicion written all over his face.

This is not nonsense from my master, it is indeed what happened in my dream.

Not only did Bai Ziwei's adoptive parents not die, but they were also captured by the Demon Lord in the final battle with the Demon Lord. They were skinned and had their tendons pulled out in front of Bai Ziwei, which was an important reason why Bai Ziwei suddenly went berserk and his strength increased greatly.

The master simply cast a spell, stirring up the tea in the pot, and a small wall of water appeared before his eyes.

Bai Ziwei stared in astonishment, and soon his eyes widened in shock as he looked at the scene emerging on the water wall.

"Father! Mother!" His eyes were red.

I could also see the scene on the water wall. It was the palace of the Demon Lord. An ordinary-looking old couple were sitting together. Not far away was the Demon Lord, who was looking at me calmly with his chin in his hand.

When the couple saw Bai Ziwei, they were also shocked: "Xiaowei!"

I silently watched this family crying from a distance, telling each other about their tragic experiences of wandering, and agreeing to meet at the foot of Xianzong Mountain in half a month. It was quite touching.

Bai Ziwei did not forget to ask: "By the way, where are you now...?"

The Demon Lord waved his hand and turned the mirror around, then said to Bai Ziwei calmly, "Endless Demon Abyss."

"You are the Demon Lord!" Bai Ziwei immediately became alert: "Let my parents go!"

"Xiaowei, don't be so rude to Lord Demon!" Bai Ziwei's mother admonished.

"Thank you very much, sir! You gave our family the land and capital so that we can live well!" Bai Ziwei's father was overjoyed. He held the child's mother's hand and gave a grateful smile to the Demon Lord behind him.

"?" Bai Ziwei was obviously at a loss. This was a huge deviation from his understanding.

The master quickly came over and said some nice words to Bai Ziwei, coaxing him to rest, which eased his complicated emotions a little.

It was not until half a month later that Bai Ziwei actually met his adoptive parents. He finally felt relieved and his attitude towards the Demon Lord also improved.

We heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the calamity of the Demon Lord had been resolved. The next step was the Master...

As long as Bai Ziwei's strength can be improved smoothly and he can resolve the tribulation every time, my master won't have to die.

According to the dream, the master should have spent several years slowly teaching Bai Zi the method of micro-blood cultivation so that they could spend more time together and develop feelings for each other.

But the Demon Lord would never allow this, so on the second day after he entered the sect, the master threw the secret book of blood cultivation to him, and generously opened the library and treasure house to him, and told him to ask the Demon Lord anything he didn't understand.

The Demon Lord knows these crooked ways best.

Bai Ziwei was very confused by his master's behavior of draining the family's wealth, but he was very grateful to him and made rapid progress thanks to his talent.

In contrast, many plots in dreams that require the Master to drive the process are skipped in reality due to insufficient conditions, and the Master is rarely manipulated by the Heavenly Dao.

This shows that our approach is correct.

For three whole years, my master, other senior officials, and I have been trying to manipulate Bai Ziwei, racking our brains to get him to use other methods to achieve his goals. His strength has improved faster than Meng Jing expected.

After some efforts, although the performance of Tiandao's favorite child became mediocre, he gradually became one of the strongest new generation in Zhongzhou. He left the sect and began to travel around as a strong man.

According to the development of the play in the dream, Master can finally withdraw from his stage and no longer be a tool.

The boss finally breathed a sigh of relief. After more than three years, everyone reunited in Lingxiao Palace with peace of mind and celebrated with the Master.

The master had a low alcohol tolerance, and after drinking half a cup of Peach Blossom Jujube Dew, his face turned red and he fell into the Demon Lord's arms, groaning.

Suddenly, a glass of wine at the end of the long table was lifted up, creating a faint wall of water in the air, on which Bai Ziwei's handsome face was reflected.

He looked at the drunk Shen Ci sitting on the main seat, his eyebrows twisted: "Master, are you still sober?"

“Hmm?” The master smiled at Shui Jing with drunken eyes: “…Ziwei, practice well.”

Bai Zi smiled faintly, ignoring the angry glares from the other big guys sitting at the table.

After three years, his relationship with the Master had become very good. He also followed the example of other big guys and often presented precious treasures and talents to the Master, thus joining the army of those who doted on the Master.

Although the big guys were unhappy, he was a favored child of Heaven, and any rash action might hurt his master, so they could only endure it silently.

I am also very upset. It is not good enough for this guy to be the favorite of Heaven, but he even wants to be the favorite of Master?

I suddenly understood why all the uncles, ancestors and seniors reacted so strongly when Master accepted me as his disciple.

Because now, I feel the same way.

Master has too many people to play with! Even if I were to split into ten masters, it wouldn't be enough! No more newbies trying to steal Master's attention!

Just as he was feeling indignant, the Demon Lord held his master tightly in his arms and slowly stood up.

He gave Shuijing a faint smile: "He needs to rest."

He turned and left after he finished speaking. The master obediently hugged his neck tightly, swinging his legs and whispering coquettishly.

...I swear I saw a bit of boasting and arrogance in the Demon Lord's smile just now.

I sighed helplessly, but the corners of my lips couldn't help but curl up.

Well, actually, no matter how many people compete to dote on Master, isn’t there still only one person whom Master trusts and loves the most?

Their love is like a tree that grows intertwined after breaking through the ground, inseparable forever, and has been integrated into the souls and lives of both of them.

Death will never separate them, it will only allow their souls to travel elsewhere hand in hand.

I took a sip of wine and thought this was not bad.

The person whom Master deeply loves also deeply loves him. I am sincerely happy for Master.