The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Su Yang just felt that the voice was extremely familiar, and he thought about it for a while.

Suddenly he remembered, wasn't this the voice that called Le'er in his ear when he was lost in the ghost tribe?

How come I heard this voice again after a month?

Su Yang was full of doubts. Before he could figure it out, he heard a cheerful male voice:

"Haha, our Le'er has been lively and active since he was young. I think he stayed up late last night. Let him sleep a little longer."

When Su Yang heard this voice, he trembled all over and exclaimed in his heart, "Oh my God! This voice is more familiar."

Because this is the voice of the Ghost King of the Ghost Clan, and his big bird father Cang Yuan.

He suddenly shuddered, and an incredible thought came to his mind: Could it be that he had really successfully traveled through time? Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

The sudden noise startled the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey Le'er, you scared me. Why do you look so dazed? Did you not sleep well?"

Su Yang didn't even bother to answer her. He blinked his big watery eyes and looked at the surroundings curiously.

I found myself in a huge palace, which was larger than I could have imagined. The dome looked like a bright starry sky, inlaid with countless sparkling gems, each of which emitted a mysterious light.

The floor was covered with a gorgeous carpet with intricate and exquisite patterns. Every step you took felt as soft as walking on clouds.

The furnishings in the palace are even more magnificent, with gold, silver and jade artifacts everywhere, each piece exuding an atmosphere of luxury, completely different from modern home decoration.

There were many attendants in the palace, both men and women, dressed in strange costumes, as gorgeous as the operas in ancient times.

Looking at the woman sitting next to him, she looked like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Her eyes were like a clear spring, clear and bright, full of kindness. When she looked at Su Yang, it was as warm as the sunshine falling on his body.

The man who spoke just now, Cang Yuan, also quickly walked over after seeing Su Yang's movements.

He is tall and strong, standing there like a majestic mountain, giving people a strong sense of security.

His facial features are regular and handsome, his nose is high, and his slightly upturned mouth corners reveal a gentle smile.

He was wearing a black robe with golden patterns embroidered on it, which made him look more majestic and domineering.

Su Yang looked at everything in front of him and felt like he was dreaming. He blinked again and pinched his arm again. The pain made him sure that this was not a dream.

His face flushed with excitement. He threw back the quilt and ran to the mirror barefoot.

In the mirror was a completely unfamiliar and childish face, very small, with facial features not as delicate as his own now, but revealing a cleverness, able to be described as a romantic young man.

Su Yang ran to Cang Yuan again, brought a stool and stood on it, holding Cang Yuan's face with both hands and looking at it carefully.

At this moment, Cangyuan's eyes were still intact. Su Yang's current appearance was reflected in his deep eyes, full of kindness.

Su Yang remembered that Cang Yuan had mentioned to him before that one of his eyes was injured in the war with the Shura tribe.

Now the two eyes are still intact, which proves that there is no dispute between the two tribes.

"Why are you staring at your father like that, kid? Don't you recognize me?" Cang Yuan smiled and reached out to pinch Su Yang's cheek.

"Hahaha, it's successful, it's successful! I'm so happy!" Su Yang raised his fists high above his head and shouted excitedly.

"Haha, why is Le'er so happy all of a sudden? Come on, put on your clothes quickly, be careful not to catch a cold."

The woman in front of him is Cangle’s biological mother—Yaoguang.

Yaoguang and Cangyuan were a loving couple and had several children together.

And Cangle, as their youngest child, is like a carefully cared pearl, shining in the endless love of his parents. He is the most cherished treasure in their hearts.

"Hahaha, no need to wear it..."

This guy Su Yang traveled through time and space and became Cang Le. He was so into the role that he ran around excitedly.

"Le'er, come back quickly and put on your shoes..." Yaoguang chased after Su Yang, her eyes full of concern.

Su Yang turned around and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'm not that squeamish."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cang Yuan appeared in front of Su Yang like a flash of lightning, bent down slightly, and picked him up.

Then, he stretched out his big hand and gently patted Su Yang's butt, "Hahaha!! You little brat is making trouble again. You must have been caught by your father."

Su Yang screamed exaggeratedly, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

After putting on his clothes, Su Yang rushed out of the room impatiently like a pony that had broken free from its reins.

He was full of curiosity and wanted to see what the ghost tribe looked like before they experienced the destruction of war.

When he came outside, he was stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of him. He widened his eyes and was shocked: Is this still the devil world? This is simply a fairyland!

The clouds are like soft white gauze, swirling and dancing in the air. The mountains in the distance are looming under the cover of the white gauze, just like an ink painting with the sky and earth as the canvas and the clouds as the brush and ink.

On the top of the peak, magical flowers and herbs sparkle brightly like bright stars, and their rich fragrance permeates every inch of the air like waves of sweetness.

The surrounding magic trees stood tall, their thick trunks like giant pillars supporting the sky, their branches and leaves intertwined to form a emerald green sky.

On the streets, the ghost people were all dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, with happy smiles on their faces. Those smiles were like flowers blooming in the sun, bright and warm.

In the busy streets, people are respectful and polite as they sell things. The whole scene is like a harmonious scene of peace and prosperity.

It is enough to see how prosperous the Ghost Clan is under Cang Yuan's rule, just like a giant ship sailing on a calm sea, stable and powerful.

"Oh my goodness! I've been to this demon world many times before, but I haven't found any place as dazzling as this one.

You said the Shura clan's uncle Wang is the same, why can't they live in peace? They have to exterminate the clan. Now, we can't see such a beautiful place anymore."

Su Yang was walking on the road, muttering to himself like a little sparrow.

Suddenly, with a "bang", he hit a wall of flesh and saw stars.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Su Yang covered his forehead and apologized repeatedly.

"Young Master, why are you in such a good mood to go shopping today?"

Su Yang raised his head, and after seeing his face clearly, he became excited again...