After being reborn through the book, the apprentice becomes black and clings to the master's up

At sunrise, Xue Yuyang and Ye Nanchen arrived at the door of the main house at the same time. When they opened the door, there was no one there, only broken teacups and dried blood on the ground.

A lone book lies on the desk.

Ye Nanchen's heart was so high that he went in to put away the pieces, wiped the blood on the floor, and looked at the forbidden room where the formation was running.

"Master is in seclusion. Junior brother, we should go back. Don't disturb Master." Xue Yuyang forcibly pulled Ye Nanchen away.

A Yuan squatted at the threshold, wagging his tail. When he saw Xue Yuyang coming out, he stuck to him and rubbed his soft head against Xue Yuyang's leg.

Xue Yuyang picked it up and touched its belly, "Are you hungry?"

He turned his head to look at Ye Nanchen and saw the sadness written on his face, "Junior brother, don't feel bad. Master will be fine. You can see Master after Master finishes retreat."

"Yeah" Ye Nanchen hummed, without moving his eyes for even half a second. He tightened his hands and crumpled the book.

"Junior brother..."

"Senior brother, I want to be quiet for a while," Ye Nanchen said first.

Xue Yuyang knew that what he said was meaningless, so he patted his shoulders and took A Yuan away, leaving him alone.

Ye Nanchen stood for a long time without moving even half a step. The sun rose high and then slowly set, like a bloody sunset that lengthened the figure at the door.

Night fell and the house was dark. The person standing at the door did not see the light he had hoped for. He lowered his head for a moment before leaving under the stars.

*

Time flies, Xue Yuyang and A Yuan are very close. It can be said that wherever he goes, A Yuan will follow him; when he is unhappy, A Yuan will use his little paws to make him happy; when he cries, A Yuan will use it as a handkerchief for him; When he takes a nap, Ayuan becomes his little pillow.

The sun shines warmly on both humans and animals.

A Yuan likes the sunny, lively and cheerful young man in front of him very much. He exudes the aura of a young man all the time, his eyes are like a starry sky, and his words and deeds make his heart move.

In comparison, Ye Nanchen is much lonely. He always sits alone, looking in the same direction. As long as he finishes practicing every day, he will sit at the threshold he is familiar with, accompanying his master and Waiting for his master, wanting to see his master's smile again.

Xue Yuyang would try to persuade him every time he saw him like this, but it was of no use, so he would stand with him.

He knew that his junior brother had a stubborn temper and it was useless to talk, so he could only follow him.

*

One day, Xue Yuyang couldn't find A Yuan. He searched all over Youquan Cliff, but couldn't find his shadow, as if he had disappeared from the world.

On the other side, a black shadow passed through the forest and disappeared again.

*

The sky in the demon world is like blood, and the blood moon is in the sky. Those vampire bats hanging upside down on a certain palace are flapping their wings and flying away.

Under the palace, a dark figure ran into the palace.

Under the throne in the main hall, an old man was kneeling. Behind each soldier was a rebel, all kneeling and waiting for orders.

The throne was separated by a red curtain. The red curtain moved slightly, and then a voice came out, "What's the matter?"

The low, bloodthirsty voice revealed chill and coercion.

The kneeling rebels below were lying on the ground one by one, their eyes full of fear, but there were still some who were not afraid, struggling against the pressure that could tear them apart.

They forget that all struggles are in vain in the face of absolute power.

"Master, these are rebels, what do you want to do with them?" The old man's voice was thick and hoarse.

A hand with sharp bones stretched out from behind the red curtain. With a slight tap, dozens of rebels disappeared.

From then on, there were no longer those people in the devil world, even the world of heaven and the underworld.

The person behind the red curtain took back his hand, and the red curtain stopped fluttering.

"Congratulations, Master!"

*

In a bush in Youquan Cliff, A Yuan emerged from it with a few withered yellow leaves on his head. He shook his head and shook it off, then spread his short legs and ran away.

It has been two days since it left, and Xue Yuyang has not seen A Yuan for two days.

Like Ye Nanchen, he sat on the threshold in a daze.

Suddenly his legs felt weak, and something rubbed against his legs.

Xue Yuyang looked down, surprised and happy. He picked up A Yuan, tapped A Yuan's little black nose and asked, "Where have you been these past two days? It's very dangerous outside and there are spiritual beasts bigger than you everywhere. What should I do if I get injured?"

A Yuan stretched out his pink and tender tongue to lick Xue Yuyang's fingers.

Xue Yuyang's accusations were wiped away by it, and he couldn't get angry even if he wanted to. He was just worried about it.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore"

*

As the sun rises and sets, white clouds fly by quickly, a fine layer of snow falls from the sky, and the ground is white.

In the new year, there is no scene like last year. No one takes them to play with flying flowers, no one teaches them how to make dumplings, and no one tells them about the origin of dumplings. The excitement in the house is gone, only the cold snow.

Ye Nanchen stepped on the squeaking snow and went somewhere together.

He saw the faintly bright candlelight in the room, and hurriedly ran over and opened the door. There was no figure that he missed day and night. There was a box under the shadow of the candlelight.

The box caught his attention.

He picked up the box and opened it. Inside was a silver dagger and a note.

There were just six words written on the note - Nan Chen, happy birthday!

With just a few words, tears flowed from the corners of Ye Nanchen's eyes. He held the silver dagger while laughing and crying, "Master"

What he was holding seemed to be the most precious thing in the world. It could not be compared to any rare treasure. It was the only one.