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Song Huaiqing nodded slightly, looking at Xiao Fangchi and Zhao Yan. Xiao Fangchi was leaning on a rockery, and Zhao Yan was facing away from him, blocking Xiao Fangchi so that he could not see clearly.

But it seemed that Xiao Fangchi didn't look good.

Song Huaiqing was stunned for a moment.

What's wrong with you little beast? Are you injured?

He suppressed his doubts and continued reading.

"Shut up and keep your voice down."

Xiao Fangchi scolded lowly.

Zhao Yan suddenly lowered his voice, "My lord, your situation is not very good now. Let's go back first. When the people who criticize the Xuanzong people arrive, it will probably be even more troublesome."

"Go back?" Xiao Fangchi was hidden in the darkness, and the expression on his face was not very clear. "They are waiting for me outside the city now. If I leave now, wouldn't I be in trouble? Tell them openly that I am injured. ?”

"Then...then..." Zhao Yan became even more anxious, "My lord, please quickly practice demonic skills. You are a half-demon body. Practicing the demonic supreme mental method will not only repair your injuries, but also quickly improve your cultivation." for."

Hearing this, Song Huaiqing was a little surprised.

He thought that Xiao Fangchi had already practiced the demonic skills long ago, but he didn't expect that he hadn't practiced it until now.

As Zhao Yan said, Xiao Fangchi has demon blood in his body, and practicing demon skills will be beneficial to him without any harm, but why is he unwilling?

Before he could think about it, Xiao Fangchi spoke again.

"No."

"Why?!"

Xiao Fangchi glanced at Zhao Yan and said calmly, "What? I still need you to teach me how to do things?"

Zhao Yan was really anxious. To them, the Lord was the young master that their family had been waiting for for a long time. They urgently needed the Lord to lead them to recreate the infinite glory of the Demon Clan. In fact, the Lord did what he did. very good.

However, he still didn't understand why the Lord was unwilling to practice the demonic skills.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. As soon as this possibility came out, he suddenly felt enlightened. In addition, he was so anxious at the moment that he actually said what he was thinking directly.

"My lord, are you unwilling to practice the demonic skills because of the Immortal Lord? I know that you have been secretly transferring spiritual power to the Immortal Lord. You are worried that after you practice the demonic skills, you will have trouble with the Immortal Lord. Exclusion isn’t it?!”

"My lord, you should think twice! At this time, the three evil cultivators have formed an alliance, and our situation in the Moon Palace..."

Before Zhao Yan could finish his words, Xiao Fangchi grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"When did you learn to guess your master's thoughts?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone became colder, and a sinister aura suddenly spread out, covering Zhao Yan.

Just when Zhao Yan thought that he had offended the Lord tonight and was going to die, the Lord suddenly let go of his hand.

Zhao Yan fell to the ground and coughed crazily.

Xiao Fangchi looked around the corner and saw a shadow there.

It's Master's breath.

He was injured, and because he had just spoken to Zhao Yan, he didn't notice the master's presence at the first time.

Song Huaiqing walked out, the moonlight stretched his shadow very long, and the moonlight shone on him, adding to the sense of desertion. There happened to be wind at this time, blowing the fur on the collar of the cloak, and most of his fair face was covered, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

He walked to a position three or four steps away from Xiao Fangchi and stood there.

He didn't say anything, just looked at the latter.

Xiao Fangchi kicked Zhao Yan: "Get out."

Zhao Yan walked away quickly.

"Master, why haven't you fallen asleep yet? Do you miss your disciple?"

Xiao Fangchi smiled and was about to step forward.

Song Huaiqing stopped him: "Don't move."

He knew that Xiao Fangchi wanted to make a fool of himself.

But when he heard what Zhao Yan said, he already understood.

Why did he recover so quickly after losing his hearing this time, and why did he feel that his body was much better than when he was in Bulao Pavilion.

It turned out that it was all because Xiao Fangchi had been sacrificing himself to give him the spiritual power.

For a moment, he felt mixed emotions.

Xiao Fangchi saw that the master was silent again, and just looked at him, a little embarrassed: "Master, master, don't be silent. Master, look at how full the moon is tonight!"

This excuse to change the topic was so lame that even Xiao Fangchi himself didn't believe it.

After saying that, he could only laugh and scratch his head.

Song Huaiqing just stared at him without speaking. At this time, her heart felt like being pricked by a needle. She said it hurt or not, but it felt a little uncomfortable to say it didn't.

He didn't know what kind of expression he had at this moment. He probably had no expression at all.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

half an hour.

Song Huaiqing asked: "Why?"

The voice is soft and hoarse.

Xiao Fangchi was only focused on trying to figure out the master's mood at the moment, but he didn't react for a moment and subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Song Huaiqing took a deep breath: "Why are you giving me spiritual power?"

"Just cross it, why are there so many?"

"Xiao Fangchi!"

Song Huaiqing called him by his first and last name. Xiao Fangchi trembled subconsciously and realized that the master was really angry.

But why are you angry?

Is it because he doesn't cherish himself that the master is angry?

Does it mean that Master already has him in his heart?

Song Huai's green lips pursed into a straight line and his face was sullen.

Xiao Fangchi suddenly wanted to know an answer stubbornly. He wanted to know whether there was a place for him in the master's heart after he had done so much.

He asked back: "Master, why do you think it is?"

Song Huaiqing was stunned.

Yes, shouldn't he know?

Because Xiao Fangchi liked him, he was willing to do so much for him.

He recalled every moment of getting along with Xiao Fangchi.

Xiao Fangchi gave him all his enthusiasm, tenderness, and all his patience.

But what did he do? He carried the body of the original owner and kept doing things to hurt Xiao Fangchi. He never took this intention seriously. This was really inappropriate.

How strong is that sincere heart that Xiao Fangchi picked it up after being hurt again and again and held it in front of him again?

But upon closer inspection, why is he willing to do all this?

He is just a stranger who wants to go home.

He also struggled to move forward amidst suffering and pain.

Isn't it difficult for him to abuse Xiao Fangchi and protect him at the same time?

Who is to blame for his frail appearance now?

At this moment, Song Huaiqing's mind was extremely confused. He couldn't figure it out and couldn't explain it.

It is no longer clear who is right and who is wrong.

But one thing he was sure of.

That is--

He was tempted.

Even though he knew clearly that all the good things that Xiao Fangchi received were not for him in the end, he was still immersed in the good things that did not belong to him.

At this moment, his mind seemed to be clear again, and he threw away all the confusion that he couldn't explain, and only the truest feelings in his heart urged him.

The desire to hug the boy in front of me reached its peak.

Song Huaiqing took a few quick steps and ran into Xiao Fangchi's arms, holding his neck tightly with both hands.

His heartbeat fluctuated violently, and his breathing became a little rapid due to excitement.

He buried his head, closed his eyes tightly, and let his heart beat out of control.