Must be popular in order to raise cubs [Entertainment]

Xiao Jincheng consulted a large amount of information, consulted many Chinese medicine doctors, western medicine doctors and veterinarians, and worked out an extremely complete confinement plan for Amuda.

Amuda was stunned when he heard it. He probably only understood the beginning and the end of the thirty pages of materials, and then he refused decisively.

"You don't have to confine yourself, you have to record a show."

Xiao Jincheng had already expected this.

President Xiao put on a negotiating stance: "If you want to make money, this is not the time, even if you don't think about the eggs, you have to think about yourself."

Egg cub: baa baa?

Is it the opposite?

"It's just a show, and you don't have to feel sorry if you miss it. After a month, "The High of the Temple" will start, let Fanzi arrange for you to audition, don't worry, it's a fair competition, and I won't do anything."

This is the difference between the main room and the mistress.

The little male favorite of other people's family is afraid that the rich man will not spend money to support him, and the little bird who is married to the famous matchmaker of his family has a strong self-esteem, so he doesn't want President Xiao to intervene.

Amuda shook his head, "It's not because of money, nor because of popularity."

He clicked on Weibo and asked Xiao Jincheng to watch the real-time votes announced under the program group. His heartbeat index was almost over 2000 million, which meant that at least [-] million real fans were voting for him.

The plaza was full of words of praise and encouragement for him, and many fans bought several boxes of the juice he endorsed just to get his poster.

And in the fan group, everyone didn't just praise him blindly, but offered his opinions rationally and politely—of course, not for him personally, but about his clothes, hairstyle, etc. I hope he will be better next time.

"Now it's not me who is walking forward alone, but the fans are walking with me. Debut is not only my own goal, but also their goal."

If it is said that Amuda participated in "Idol Starting Line" just to make money, this is no longer the case. He is responsible for Li Shu's expectations, and also for the fans' expectations.

"If I quit halfway, they will be very sad." Amuda raised his fluffy head and said this seriously.

Xiao Jincheng looked at him without saying a word.

Amuda was a little worried, and hooked his hand with his tender little claws, "Don't be angry, okay?"

"I'm not angry, but..."

On the contrary, I was very moved.

No need to ask, Xiao Jincheng has already guessed that what he said just now must not have been thought up by Amuda himself, it is probably Li Shu who told him.

This shows that Amuda himself thought about quitting, and even talked to Li Shu, and Li Shu used the above reasons to convince him.Then, Amuda used it on Xiao Jincheng in reverse.

"Is that so?" Xiao Jincheng asked.

Amuda nodded his head frankly, "If Brother Li hadn't said it, I wouldn't know that so many people would like me..."

"However, I also have to take your feelings into consideration. After all, you are the other father of Egg Cub, so you can't push the matter of raising Egg Cub to you alone."

His little bird is so sensible, Xiao Jincheng suddenly felt like an old father.

What else could he say?

Nothing needs to be said.

At this time, you should kiss your partner's small forehead like a man, and say very generously: "Do what you think is right, and I support it unconditionally."

"Zai Zai also supports unconditionally!"

"Dad debuted in position C!"

"Zai Zai has grown up, don't cause trouble for Dad!"

Egg Cub held up the tentacles to show his attitude.

Amuda was so moved that he spread his wings to hug Xiaodanzai.

Egg cub bent its chubby tentacles and hugged daddy too.

Xiao Jincheng opened his big hands and pulled his partner's son into his arms.

Amuda rested for a while with his eyes closed, and suddenly remembered something. He turned on his mobile phone with great interest, and showed off to Xiao Jincheng.

"I have a fan who has supported me since I first joined the show. He checks in Chaohua every day, and even leads the little fans to quarrel with Heizi."

"She quarrels so badly that she can make the black people so angry that they delete their accounts and commit suicide without taking a word of swearing."

"Should be a girl, right? I like to use pink special effects. The name is also very interesting - Dada's calf hair, jiujiu~"

Xiao Jincheng looked at the string of familiar ids with a sullen face, pretending that he had nothing to do with him.

The kid who knew the truth curled up his chubby tentacles, and kindly said nothing.

Amuda rested at home for three days and returned to the ivory tower on Monday.

There were many reporters lurking outside the door, and he was surrounded as soon as he got out of the car.

Fortunately, Li Shu had the foresight, this time he drove Amuda here, and he also answered the reporter's questions.

"Male junior? Of course not Dada, he left very early that day. If Dada knew Mr. Xiao, he wouldn't have signed the blueprint."

The reporters thought about it, too.

If President Xiao's little lover wants to make a debut, Yunxiao Entertainment and Lan's Media can't choose randomly?

No matter how bad they are, they can spend money to open a studio by themselves. It is impossible to sign Blueprint Media, which declared itself a mess a month ago.

This logic is so perfect that everyone immediately gave up on this topic and asked Xu Wenxuan instead.

Reporter: "Xu Wenxuan made a surprise appearance in the last performance. Netizens are speculating that Xu Wenxuan will replace Ji Xiaoxiao as the new mentor of "Idol Starting Line". Is this news true?"

Li Shu blinked ambiguously, "Guess?"

To be honest, this behavior is a bit shameless. If he doesn't deny it, the media can write him as a disguised admission, or even admit it directly.

Li Shu is testing, testing the reactions of netizens, and also testing the attitude of the program group.

Xu Wenxuan needs this opportunity.

After experiencing the previous turmoil, he needs a good enough program to return to the public eye, and "Idol Starting Line" is undoubtedly perfect for him.

He went out from here back then, and now he has broken out of his cocoon and become a butterfly here - Li Shu has already figured out how to write the draft.

The program group is also watching.

Xu Wenxuan is not unusable, but there are risks.

In this regard, several responsible persons held a special meeting.

Out of personal relationship and affirmation of Xu Wenxuan's ability, Lin Qiong voted for it.

Wang Qiqi also expressed support, "Netizens have responded well, and they are all looking forward to Xu Wenxuan's return to the stage of "Starting Line"."

The leader of the platform shook his head, "Most of the people you mentioned are fans of Xu Wenxuan, and more show fans are silent. If you invite this 'scandal' person here rashly, will they be happy?"

The assistant director stood on the leader's side, "Boss Yang is right. Instead of taking risks, it's better to find someone else. There are not a few people who are good-looking, capable and popular. Now that the show has become popular, you don't have to worry about not being able to invite them."

"Naturally, there are a lot of traffic stars, but few of them have real skills and self-contained topics like Xu Wenxuan. Besides, there is Amuda, a brother from the same school, and they all came out of "Starting Line". This gimmick can be fired until the end of the show. .” Lin Qiong insisted.

Vice President Yang continued to object.

In the midst of arguing, the vice president surnamed Yang received another call from the boss of the platform, nodded and bowed to listen to a few sentences, and then suddenly stopped.

"You, what you said is true?"

"That... is he really going to be on the show?"

"Yes yes yes, definitely."

After putting down the phone, Vice President Yang remained silent for a long time.

The expression... as if struck by lightning.

Wang Qiqi poked him: "Who wants to come?"

Is it worth being scared like this by his second in command?

"A big Buddha..."

Vice President Yang tremblingly said the other party's name—Xiao Jincheng, chairman and executive president of Pengcheng Group.

Everyone was struck by lightning.

When the new guests appeared, netizens were struck by lightning.

As soon as the tidbits were released, the comment area was immediately replaced by a string of huge question marks.

——Why did such a business emperor participate in a small men's team audition?

——Pengcheng Group is still far from bankruptcy, right?

— so far!The news was released the day before that Xiao Jincheng had an heir, and the stock doubled the next day, making a fortune!

——Lake didn't explain.The fiancées have all escaped marriage, where does Xiao Jincheng get an heir?

——Speaking of which, it can't be for the male mistress, right?

"Xiao Jincheng" specifically took out this message to reply——

@萧锦成: It's not the male mistress, it's the child's father.

"ps: The heir is real, the stock can be bought."

"pps: the next century will not go downhill."

Now, not only the masses of melon eaters, but even the senior executives of Pengcheng Group were shocked.

The president is possessed by a ghost?

Return pps? !

Zhoushan Villa.

Little Danzai withdrew his little tentacles for doing bad things, and hooked Daddy's hand flatteringly.

"Zai Zai was a bit naughty when he was young!"

"You won't be deprived of inheritance rights if you steal Dad's account, right?"

Xiao Jincheng smiled, "This is not an example."

"Thank you dad!"

"Daddy is the best."

Xiao Danzai rolled and acted like a baby.

The tolerant Mr. President scratched his son's little eggshell, "Miss the little daddy?"

"Jiuu~"

"See you soon."

This "soon" is really super fast.

As soon as the voice fell, Amuda's video call came over.

Usually, in order not to be exposed, Amuda never made video calls, but this time he was obviously in a hurry.

"Why do you want to be a tutor?" Amuda said angrily.

"For you." Xiao Jincheng smiled.

"Do you think I will believe it?" Amuda thought his immunity was level ten, "If you tell the truth, I won't beat you."

will only peck you.

Xiao Jincheng saw through the screen the little bird's thoughts, smiled and said, "My son misses you."

BAA Baa baa?

The little egg cub bumped into the hand of the unscrupulous father.

I can't bear this pot!

Xiao Jincheng pointed to the screen.

Pot or Hammer?

Little Egg Cub twisted.

……pot.

Passed the first level successfully.

Amuda not only did not continue to be angry, but was moved to tears.

He also misses Danzai, so much that he can't sleep well at night, and subconsciously touches his belly during training breaks, thinking that Danzai is still with him.

Thinking of another thing, Amuda stiffened again: "Why did you reply online? We agreed not to make it public, and we can't let others know about our relationship!"

Xiao Danzai secretly rolled behind Xiao Jincheng, and bent his tentacles to poke him.

Okay, this hammer dad back.

After Xiao Jincheng comforted his son, he comforted his daughter-in-law again, "Don't worry, baby, I have a way, so that no one will know that you are my partner."

"I'm not your partner." Amuda retorted softly.

Xiao Jincheng pursed his lips, his son was born, isn't it?

"I'm going to practice." Amuda probably also felt untenable, so he hung up the video call pretending to be cold.

The screen dimmed little by little, and the corners of President Xiao's mouth were still raised.

He poked his son's round eggshell, "I'm going to see my little daddy tomorrow, are you happy?"

"Big Daddy is happier than Zai Zai." Xiaodan Zai replied in the midst of his busy schedule.

The tentacles clacked and tapped on the keyboard non-stop, and the typed Martian text was presented on a high-end foreign economic forum.

Then... was reported.

The reason is: the language is unknown, and it is suspected that the water post rubbish experience.

Little Danzai got angry: "Dad, I want to learn English!"

"it is good."

"And buy a pair of glasses for the fork!"

"Wear it on an eggshell?"

"is it not OK?"

"can."

"You must have your own account and become a forum leader!"

"Ah."

"Dad, I still want to..."

"It's time to hatch."

"Chirp~"

"Then hatch it first."

Pengcheng Group probably cannot accept that the future president is an egg.

Little Danzai thought sensibly.

[Babies, please take a look at Zuohua, there is a small gift for everyone]

The author has something to say: Thank you guys for your mine. It took a lot of money~~ There is a short story of more than 1 words for everyone, which has never been published anywhere~ Bow!

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"Monster (Cultivation)"

[1] The Power of Tucao

"I really doubt whether you are human after all."

Xiao Hei crossed his legs and held a fist-sized pure heart fruit in his hand. He gnawed and gnawed, complaining: "I don't eat, I don't sleep, I don't talk, I don't go down the mountain, and I don't have a girlfriend. I know how to step on it every day." Flying around with a broken sword, what do you think is the difference between you and a log?"

The person he complained about was dressed in black, with a stern face, and a flying cloud sword that made him superb. He was recognized by the world of cultivating immortals as a young and promising swordsman—Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng was the chief disciple of the previous Yunya sect master, since the Yunya sect was wiped out overnight 100 years ago, he has become the master of the Yunya sect, and also the only disciple - not counting the skinny kid next to him.

Xiao Hei is obviously a person, but he looks like a demon cultivator. After 100 years, he still looks fifteen or sixteen years old. His skin is extremely white, his eyes are huge, and his pupils are as black as ink. Suck people in.

He doesn't have spiritual roots, doesn't know how to use magic, and has nothing to do all day long. His greatest pleasure is to complain about Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng usually ignores him, unless...

Following Xiao Hei's complaints, a row of small black characters came out of his mouth, bouncing and sticking to Ye Qingcheng's forehead.

Ye Qingcheng fell off the flying sword before he had time to dodge.

Yes, this is Xiao Hei's magical ability - whoever he complains about will be unlucky.

Ye Qingcheng's handsome face was shamelessly patted on the rock.

Xiao Hei laughed loudly, and wanted to complain, when the Feiyun Sword buzzed against his forehead.

"Shut up." Ye Qingcheng finally uttered the first sentence since today, and it is also the most spoken sentence in the past 100 years.

Xiao Hei flicked the tip of the sword with his hand, uh, it didn't flick...

He had no choice but to rub his butt secretly, and chattered endlessly while moving: "I said you, why deprive me of the right to speak? Am I talking to you? I'm talking to Huahuacao, you don't want to listen to me, Huahua Hastily still wants to hear it! I—”

Ye Qingcheng casually picked out a silence technique, and the world was completely quiet.

Xiao Hei hopped up to him, stared at him with bright black eyes, and uttered ten thousand words of complaints with his eyes.

Ye Qingcheng stood up expressionlessly, walked to the edge of the cliff to pick the fruit.

Yunya Peak soars into the clouds, with the sea of ​​clouds flying around its feet. There are many white stones on the top of the peak, and no grass grows. There is only a strange fruit tree without roots and leaves. A fist-sized fruit, crystal clear.

This kind of fruit is called "Qingxinguo", which is a specialty of Yunya sect. It is said that eating one can strengthen the body, and eating two can clear the mind.

Ye Qingcheng doesn't eat vegetables, he doesn't eat meat, he only eats pistachios.

It wasn't until Xiao Hei's stomach growled with hunger that he solved the forbidden speech technique.

Xiao Hei immediately ran to the other side of Shifeng, and roasted the chicken with firewood. He stole the firewood and the chicken from the farmer's house at the foot of the mountain yesterday.

The two eat their own food, separated by eight feet.

Xiao Hei glanced at Ye Qingcheng from time to time, but Ye Qingcheng never responded, just pretending that he didn't exist.

Xiao Hei asked for tens of thousands of times: "Since you hate me so much, why don't you let me go?"

Ye Qingcheng didn't speak.

Xiao Hei was not reconciled: "Even if you don't want to say the reason, at least give me a time limit, 200 years, 300 years, or 500 years?"

Ye Qingcheng continued the silence to the end.

Xiao Hei showed a smirk: "Actually, you don't hate me at all, do you? Could it be that you have a crush on me and can't bear to part with me?"

The upper body of the little black showman: "Let me tell you, he is a straight man, so you should give up on it!"

Ye Qingcheng glanced at him indifferently, "You still want to be silenced?"

Xiao Hei was cowardly.

"Dead wood!"

"Coffin face!"

"Ten thousand years old virgin!"

Xiao Hei angrily bit off a piece of chicken leg, turning his grief and anger into appetite.

He quickly finished eating a whole roast chicken, lay down on the stone angrily, and snored every minute.

This sleep lasted for ten days.

After Xiao Hei woke up, he almost went crazy with hunger, devoured more than a dozen pears, ran to the foot of the mountain and stole a chicken, and heard two gossips by the way.

Gossip [-]: Ji Wuchen, the suzerain of the Sanqing Sect, the largest sect in the world of cultivating immortals, has left the customs.

100 years ago, the suppressed monster under Yunya Peak suddenly broke through the seal. Ji Wuchen led several experts in the world of cultivating immortals to suppress it, and finally severely injured the monster. He himself also injured his spiritual root in this battle and had to retreat to heal his injuries.

Gossip [-]: Thirty miles south of Yunya Peak, there were traces of monster activity. Ji Wuchen, who had just left the pass, immediately issued an order to gather virtuous beings, leading everyone to eliminate demons and defend the way.

Xiao Hei gnawed on the chicken leg and gossiped to Ye Qingcheng, unexpectedly, Ye Qingcheng threw him a silence spell when he disagreed with him.

Xiao Hei was furious: Did you save the three warnings?Don't chatter deserve human rights?

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly, looking vigilantly at the surging sea of ​​clouds.

Xiao Hei angrily grabbed his sleeve and pointed at his tightly closed mouth.

Ye Qingcheng grabbed his wrist and blocked him behind.

Xiao Hei stomped his feet in anger, not letting him speak, might as well kill him!

Suddenly, a palm-sized diamond-shaped token flew out of the billowing sea of ​​clouds. The token emitted golden lights, scanned back and forth around Yunya Peak, and finally stopped on Xiao Hei.

All the golden rays gathered together, holding the token at one end and pointing at Xiao Hei at the other end, the token instantly glowed with golden light and made a pleasant buzzing sound.

"found it!"

"The monster is at the top!"

"Fellow daoists, I have accepted it!"

I don't know who was the first to break through the clouds, followed by the second, third, and fourth... Hundreds of immortal cultivators stepped on various magic weapons and surrounded Yunya Peak.

They looked at Xiao Hei as if they were looking at a rare treasure.

Ye Qingcheng pushed Xiao Hei behind him, protecting him even more tightly.

Xiao Hei shrank his neck cowardly, for fear that any flying sword that didn't have eyes would stab him right through.

Ye Chengqing stood facing the wind with the Feiyun sword in his hand, without any panic.

Everyone was stunned by his aura and hesitated for a while, no one dared to be the first to make a move.

"Ye Daoyou, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, are you safe?" A clear voice sounded from behind everyone.

The crowd parted, and a man with a handsome face slowly stepped forward, without a sword or other magic weapon, just standing in the air with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Hei poked his head out quietly, and recognized at a glance that this person was Ji Wuchen, the patriarch of the Sanqing Sect.

Tsk, the old man who is hundreds of years old actually wears a pink belt.

Sure enough, real people are more pretentious than paintings!

Ji Wuchen glanced at him, and said with a smile: "I've waited until this point in the pursuit of the monster, so I ask Fellow Daoist Ye to make it easier for me."

Ye Qingcheng ignored him.

Ji Wuchen thought he didn't hear, cleared his throat, and said it again.

Ye Qingcheng still ignored him.

Everyone was confused. Could it be possible that the young and promising swordsman Ye Qingcheng is deaf?

Or, dumb?

Ji Wuchen's face was about to freeze with laughter, and he didn't wait for Ye Qingcheng to say a word, so he could only continue to perform the trick by himself.

He coughed lightly, pointed to the gleaming golden token, and said, "Here is the order to find the demon. If Fellow Daoist Ye protects the monsters behind him again, I will not be polite."

Xiao Hei grabbed Ye Qingcheng's sleeve and tugged at it, finally attracting his attention.

Ye Qingcheng waved his hand, undoing his silence technique.

"call--"

Xiao Hei breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had come back to life, the first target he attacked was Ji Wuchen: "Uncle, let me tell you, you can't pretend to be too aggressive, and you will be struck by lightning."

Small black characters sprayed out of his mouth, and a thunderbolt fell from the clear sky, landing on Ji Wuchen's head.

One moment, he was immortal and his white clothes were fluttering, and the next second he was split into a fried chicken that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

The monks' eyes were piercing, and they worked so hard to hold back their laughter.

Ji Wuchen pretended to fail, he was furious, and attacked Xiao Hei with some tricks.

Ye Qingcheng took off his cloud sword and stood in front of Xiao Hei.

The rest rushed forward.

Xiao Hei turned his neck, stuck out his tongue, with full momentum.

"I said you, the beard grows in the wrong place, right? Why don't you shave it and stick it on your bald head!"

"And you, you have the face to cultivate immortality when you grow up like this? No wonder you want to practice the ruthless way, and no one cooperates if you want to be sentient!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the sword formula is stuttering, your skill points are all added to your face, right?"

"As long as you dare to show off your spells, my brother Qingcheng will beat you a hundred times!"

"..."

Following his complaints, a string of black square words flew out endlessly, pasting who was unlucky.

The cultivator on the opposite side either fell off the sea of ​​clouds for no reason, or fell headlong on the stone wall, or was pierced by the sword of the fellow daoist...

It's just that there were too many people, and Xiao Hei was able to drive away [-]% of the generals until his throat was spitting smoke, leaving more than half of them with advanced cultivation.

Ye Qingcheng pinched his sword formula, while dealing with Ji Wuchen, he approached him.

Ji Wuchen sighed, and seemed to persuade him kindly: "He is an evil monster who has done many evils, and you are a righteous swordsman with a bright future, why protect him?"

Ye Qingcheng kept a cold face, just figuring out how to control his sword.

Ji Wuchen hooked his lips, pulled his hands together, made a complicated handprint, and said in a loud voice: "The spell will come out immediately, all demons will be wiped out, and the demon-killing seal—"

With a flick of his hand, he made a black palm print, and slapped Xiao Hei in a whirl.

Black energy suddenly surged on Xiao Hei's body, almost condensing into a solid body.

Everyone dispersed one after another, with a look of horror on their faces: "Monster, he really is a monster!"

Ye Qingcheng's heart trembled.

Hundreds of people from the Yunya faction died at the hands of monsters, if Xiao Hei is really a monster...

Ji Wuchen took several "Demo-killing Seals" one after another. The black palm prints were like countless hands, pulling Xiao Hei's arms and shoulders, lifting him into the air.

As Xiao Hei struggled, the black energy on his body gushed out continuously, and the rocks under his feet were originally pure white, but they were actually stained with green crow by this strange black energy.

Ye Qingcheng held the sword, hesitating.

Another palm print struck, grabbing Xiao Hei's neck.

Xiao Hei screamed, and turned to Ye Qingcheng for help with a blushing face: "Ye Qingcheng...help me..."

Ye Qingcheng's heart trembled again.

Those obsidian eyes looked at him, as if looking straight into his heart.

He suddenly remembered the entrustment of his master before he died. The master said that protecting Xiao Hei is protecting the Yunya sect.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes froze, and he immediately sacrificed Feiyun Sword.

The flying sword like silver frost circled around Xiao Hei, cutting through those strange palm prints.

Xiao Hei regained his freedom and sat down on the ground, coughing repeatedly.

Ji Wuchen summoned all the monks and surrounded them.

The opponent has a large number of people, and Ye Qingcheng is gradually losing.

Seeing that Xiao Hei was caught again, Ye Qingcheng's eyes turned cold, and he said silently: "Feiyun Ranran, the sun is setting in the west - Feiyunjian, go!"

As soon as this move was made, thick clouds rolled over immediately, and the sky and the earth turned pale.

Only a Feiyun sword flew up and down between the sky and the earth, and the sharp wind of the sword swept over everyone, screaming incessantly.

Ye Qingcheng protected Xiao Hei behind him, watching this scene indifferently.

Ji Wuchen shouted: "Ye Qingcheng, are you crazy?"

"Feiyun Ranran" is the ultimate move of "Feiyun Sword Art". It attacks indiscriminately, harms the harmony of the sky, and is prone to demons, which is not good for practitioners.

Ji Wuchen never expected that Ye Qingcheng would be so indifferent.

Are you dying?

Don't want to fly?

Just to protect a monster!

【2】Demon

People who cultivate immortals are also afraid of death.

Ye Qingcheng's move "Flying Cloud Ran Ran" injured most of the monks, Ji Wuchen had no choice but to lead them back.

When the last monk disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds, Ye Qingcheng suddenly turned pale, and fell to the ground as if he had collapsed.

Xiao Hei was taken aback, and hurried to help him, "Have you exhausted your spiritual power? You have been holding on just now? Why bother, you have to face the pain."

"To shut up."

A little black is worth [-] bees, Ye Qingcheng was so angry when he quarreled, he wished he could slap him to death.

Feeling his killing intent, Xiao Hei secretly retreated behind the pure heart fruit tree, using bare branches to block himself.

Ye Qingcheng wrapped a pure heart fruit with spiritual power, turned it into a handful of juice, and put it in his mouth.

He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in meditation.

It was rare for Xiao Hei to calm down. Not only did he not disturb him, but he also picked a lot of fruits and put them lightly by his lap.

Ye Qingcheng didn't refuse, and ate a dozen of them one after another.

The sun set in the west and then rose in the east, rose in the east and then set in the west, Xiao Hei slept for several times, the fruit pits beside Ye Qingcheng's legs piled up into a hill.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qingcheng finally opened his eyes.

Xiao Hei was gnawing on the chicken leg, and almost choked: "Are you awake? No, have you finished training? Have you recovered all the spiritual power you used?"

Ye Qingcheng hummed for the first time.

Xiao Hei got a response, and immediately got excited: "I misunderstood you in the past, so you didn't imprison me on purpose, but to protect me!"

Ye Qingcheng hummed again.

"Why do you want to protect me? Are you really conquered by my charm?"

Ye Qingcheng's face darkened: "Master's order is hard to break."

Before his death, his master, Ye Yunxiao, the patriarch of the Yunya Sect, sent him a letter with a blood contract between master and apprentice, telling him that to protect Xiao Hei, he was protecting the Yunya Sect.

Xiao Hei cut out: "So, in fact, you don't want to protect me at all, you just have to listen to Master!"

Ye Qingcheng didn't say anything, it was equivalent to acquiescing.

Xiao Hei pouted: "Can't you say something nice to move me? For example, you treat me as a friend and don't want me to be taken away by bad guys."

"No." Ye Qingcheng answered simply.

The black air has arrived.

"Big wood!"

"Coffin face!"

"Watching husband stone!"

Ye Qingcheng was helpless: "I am a man."

"Male Watcher Stone!"

Ye Qingcheng: ...

After this encounter, subtle changes have taken place in the relationship between the two.

Xiao Hei knew that Ye Qingcheng was his protector, so he no longer feared him as before.

Ye Qingcheng's attitude towards Xiao Hei is also better, he no longer throws the silence technique every now and then, and occasionally responds with a sentence.

For example, Xiao Hei asked: "Why do you only eat pistachios every day?"

Ye Qingcheng replied: "It can get rid of demons."

Xiao Hei asked again: "Do you have a demon?"

Ye Qingcheng stopped talking.

Xiao Hei understood.

He has demons.

This wooden guy actually has a demon.

Was it cuckolded by some monk or sister?

Xiao Hei grinned and approached Ye Qingcheng: "Let me tell you, if you want to live a decent life, you have to have some green on your hair—hmm..."

I can't help but say it!

On this day, Xiao Hei ran to the spiritual spring halfway up the mountain and picked up a pebble the size of a pigeon egg, and tied it to Ye Qingcheng's neck with a flexible spiritual grass leaf.

Ye Qingcheng dodged subconsciously: "What is this?"

Xiao Hei complained: "You don't even know this, what an idiot."

As soon as the words fell, a string of small black characters were sprayed on Ye Qingcheng's body, and then a lump of fresh bird droppings fell on his head.

A crow croaked and flew through the air.

Xiao Hei covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "You, you..."

"Shut up." With a dark face, Ye Qingcheng threw himself a dust-avoiding formula, and the steaming bird feces disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Hei covered his mouth in a sensible way, and even made a stitch, but those eyes were aiming at his head, obviously looking at a joke.

In order to divert his attention, Ye Qingcheng had no choice but to speak: "You haven't said, what is this?"

"Zebra stone, look at one black and one white, it looks like a zebra."

Ye Qingcheng wondered: "I've never heard that there is such a thing in Linghe."

"Of course you haven't heard of it," Xiao Hei giggled, "I just came up with this name."

Ye Qingcheng: ...

So that lump of bird shit was for nothing?

Xiao Hei said that he left a spell on the stone to protect Ye Qingcheng.

Even though Ye Qingcheng didn't think his spell was useful, he still let him tie it around his neck and never took it off.

The two of them lived together peacefully for more than ten days.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, Xiao Hei would look at the full moon in the sky and ask melancholy: "You said, am I really a monster?

Ye Qingcheng didn't answer, but couldn't help but think of the day when the Yunya faction wiped out the sect.The monsters at the foot of the mountain broke through the seal, and the master led people to suppress them, but they were all swallowed up by the monsters.

At that time, Ye Qingcheng was disturbed by the inner demons and retreated in the cold pool. He didn't see it with his own eyes, but he heard it from monks from other sects.

The hundreds of members of the Yunya faction disappeared overnight.

Therefore, he hates monsters.

If Xiao Hei was really a monster, he would... kill him with his own hands.

Perhaps this bad memory awakened the dark side in his heart. That night, Ye Qingcheng unknowingly lost his mind while meditating.

The inner demon gradually arises, the spiritual power surges up, the purple mansion shakes, and it seems that he is about to go mad.

Suddenly, a trace of black air escaped from the "zebra stone" given by Xiao Hei, and penetrated into the center of Ye Qingcheng's eyebrows.

The three inches between the two eyebrows is the Zifu, where the blood contract between the master and the disciple of the Yunya School is printed.The master-student blood contract can share cultivation experience or a certain memory under the premise of mutual consent.

At this time, Ye Qingcheng's purple mansion contained a piece of memory passed down to him by his master Ye Yunxiao, which had been unable to be opened before, but suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

There is only a short section, which is the scene Ye Yunxiao saw before he died.

Ye Qingcheng recognized Xiao Hei at a glance, he was not a young boy, but an evil-looking, extremely high-cultivation... demon cultivator.

In the picture, Xiao Hei is covered in black air, quickly making handprints, and sparing no effort to attack the seal on the mountain wall - it is used to suppress monsters.

Yunya sent all the disciples to come one after another and gather behind him.

Suddenly, when the seal was darkened, the devil's energy surged, and Xiao Hei and the devil's energy merged into one, rolling rapidly like a dense black cloud.

The disciples of Yunya sect sacrificed magic weapons one after another and attacked Heiyun.

The black cloud suddenly opened a big mouth and swallowed everyone in.

……

Ye Qingcheng was shocked.

It turns out that Xiao Hei is the monster suppressed by the mountain...

Hundreds of Yunya faction's lives are likely to die in his hands!

Before Ye Yunxiao's death, his soul was damaged, and the memory passed to Ye Qingcheng was only pictures, no sound, Ye Qingcheng could only judge by intuition.

Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes, Xiao Hei was not far away.

There was a hint of demonic energy on him, very faint, but it couldn't escape Ye Qingcheng's eyes.

"Where have you been?" Ye Qingcheng's voice was cold.

Xiao Hei shook the chicken in his hand, "What do you think?"

He went down the mountain to steal chickens.

Ye Qingcheng watched as he killed the chicken, bled it, plucked the feathers one by one, and cut them into small pieces. The chicken's blood was scattered all over the ground, and his clothes were covered with bloodstains.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help frowning.

"Why do you have demonic energy?" He asked.

Xiao Hei winked: "How can a big devil like me not have any magic energy?"

Ye Qingcheng grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against the wall: "I'm not joking with you, if you are really a monster, I will never tolerate you!"

Xiao Hei was taken aback, seeing the suspicion and questioning in his eyes, his anger went straight up: "You also think I am a monster, don't you? If so, what else can I say! Yes, I am a monster, I have the kind of you to kill me!"

Ye Qingcheng put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

For a moment, he really wanted to kill him to avenge the hundreds of lives Yun Ya sent.

However, he remembered the master's entrustment, the master said, to protect Xiao Hei, is to protect the Yunya sect.

Ye Qingcheng didn't have anything to do, he just said coldly: "If someone catches you again, I won't help."

"Who cares!" Xiao Hei pushed him away fiercely, and ran away with red eyes, ignoring the half-processed chicken.

He stole that chicken to nourish Ye Qingcheng.

Originally, I wanted to cut it into small pieces, so I simmered it slowly over low heat for him to eat.

Now, there is no need.

Xiao Hei went down the mountain again.

Coincidentally, not long after, the place he had been to was filled with evil spirits, plagues raged, and tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land were turned into scorched earth.

Ji Wuchen once again issued an order to gather talents, leading people to fight on Yunya Peak.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the stone wall with his sword in his arms, making it clear that he didn't intend to make a move.

Xiao Hei alone dealt with thousands of monks holding magic weapons.

He didn't have any big skills, he just complained, but when he faced so many people by himself, his voice became hoarse after a while, he kept coughing, and even coughed up blood.

Even so, he still didn't ask Ye Qingcheng for help, and he didn't even look at him.

In the end, it was Ye Qingcheng who couldn't hold back.

Seeing Xiao Hei being strangled by Ji Wuchen, his black eyes flushed, he couldn't help but think of his previous appearance.

For 100 years, Xiao Hei in his eyes was just an ordinary boy who would be afraid, courteous, and secretly draw turtles on the hem of his clothes while he was meditating.

Around his neck is still tied the "