The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

It was rare for his mother to say something that both of them agreed with 100%, Xue Yu couldn't help but nodded.

But Li Xiuran is blessed with good luck. He has already experienced how hard it is to die outside of the script arrangement. Even the jade ice machine and Wu Hongyan who are connected in the original work can't kill him. The Devil's Heart Prison also wants to come...

Thinking of this, Xue Yu suddenly froze.

Logically speaking, as long as the venerable is not a leader, his mother is the woman with the highest status in the underground demon clan. In this way, it is possible to have an affair with the child of destiny...

"No!" Xue Yu shouted subconsciously.

Demon Heart Prison roared inexplicably: "What?"

Xue Yu said murderously: "Let me kill him!"

Demon Heart Prison looked him up and down, but because of his own son who fell out of his stomach, he was embarrassed to tell the truth.

After all, Xue Yu has been asleep for 200 years, and his cultivation has stagnated. Even if Li Xiuran doesn't have luck, Xue Yu can't kill him.

As soon as the bold words came out, Xue Yu calmed down a bit, and tilted his head to look at Mo Xin Prison: "Why do you want to kill him? Wouldn't it be good to have an extra container? Maybe he will only need to be killed at that time. The rest of you Priests don’t even have to die.”

Demon Heart Prison didn't answer him, but slowly changed the subject: "My son is so confident, but what's the plan?"

Xue Yu could see that the other party didn't want to say more, so he didn't press the question, and said honestly, "No, I can't kill him either."

Moreover, the focus of his trip to the underground palace was not on Li Xiuran.

"The magic seal you mentioned before is the person who has been giving you orders?"

Demon Heart Prison nodded: "That's right, he is the commander of the Demon Guards, and all Demon Guards are at his disposal."

Xue Yu asked: "Is he also a human race?"

Mo Xin Prison said: "No, he is a demon."

"That's strange," Xue Yu pondered, "If it is said that all the demons can't climb the palace in the sky, how did he receive the order?"

Demon Heart Prison was also taken aback, then thought: "That's right, there must be other people..."

She looked at Xue Yu for a while, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Why did your ground humans come down this time?"

This stopped Xue Yu from asking.

Yan Fangyu said that it was Cen Shu who secretly took the lead, but it was because the group of demons tried to rob Xue Yu who was in a coma, which aroused his master's fury, and he looked for a reason to teach the demons a lesson.

But what was the inside story of the Qing Dynasty's actions thousands of years ago? The purpose, even he doesn't know!

Seeing Xue Yu's confused expression, Demon Heart Prison couldn't help but push him somersault again: "Silly boy! I knew it was useless to ask you!"

She had a smile on her face, but her heart was cold.

The underground palace cage can operate like this for thousands of years, and there must be people on the ground who are cooperating with it, a nest of snakes and rats—even if some of them don’t know the inside story, their silence is to some extent a kind of acquiescence to the atrocities.

They close their eyes and listen, as long as they avoid the problem, they feel at ease as if the problem does not exist.

It wasn't until a thousand years later that weak whimpers seeped out from the ground, and the accumulated guilt drove them to take a look.

Demon Heart Prison guessed that they were at most taking a look.

Whether it's trapping demons to produce aura underground, or changing the container to continue to take on the stale air that cannot be completely consumed for a while, there is no harm to the human cultivators on the ground.

Rather, she was thinking too much, no matter what those people wanted to do underground, it would not affect the double-limited festival half a month later!

They wandered around in the city, but they could help to disperse the magic guards, so that Mo Fengzhi would not be so focused on staring at her.

Thinking of this, Moxin Prison felt relieved, and even told Xue Yu that if they needed any help, he, as the head priest of the sacrificial hall, could help.

Xue Yu trembled at his mother's gentle eyes, and hurriedly said no, they were not too busy.

In fact, Xue Yu wanted to get in touch with the mouthpiece of the magic guard who conveyed the message for others, so he asked Moxin Prison if the head of the guard would follow him when he went to give the gift tomorrow.

Mo Xin Prison thought for a while, and answered he probably would not, but the two halls are not far apart, if something goes wrong, Mo Feng Zhi might come over.

Xue Yu would definitely not be able to make any big disturbances by himself, and if he called those monks to help, it would be troublesome if he couldn't get his whole body back.

He thought for a long time, and suddenly he had an idea: "You said that Li Xiuran wants another man this time? If the two holy priests start a fight, the chief of guards should come over, right?"

Demon Heart Prison narrowed his eyes: "How?"

Xue Yu said: "When you give it away tomorrow, you will mix me in..."

On the second day, several gossips quietly spread out from the inner city.

The first one is the return of the son of the head priest of the sacrificial hall who has been wandering for many years.

Because of his outstanding qualifications, he was exceptionally appointed as a holy priest. So far, there are nine holy priests in the sacrificial hall.

The counter starts from one and ends at nine. Nine is the extreme number, and everything is in line with the law, which indicates that all the holy priests have returned to their positions, and this double-limit ceremony will surely proceed smoothly.

The second is that the relationship between the mother and child of the two holy priests seems not to be harmonious.

"Not very harmonious" is a nicer way of saying it, but it should be "pretty bad".

The personnel in charge of giving the rites have been threatened and told not to spread the fact that the new holy priest came in sideways.

For thousands of years, there hasn't been even a demon who was fainted when he gave the gift. This kind of shock was even when they learned that the Holy Son was the same as his mother, and had already received the gift when he sent it. And when the aptitude is also "nine", I don't think it's strange.

Like mother, like son.

There is no need to do anything on the spot to check the aptitude. Under the meaningful stare of Da Sili, everyone messily tested the aptitude of the Son, tattooed the number, and sent them out together.

Fortunately, the Demon Heart Prison had already done this kind of thing back then, and Xue Yu Yuanyang's disappearance didn't make them take it too seriously.

Maybe just like Lord Shengzi at this time, after more than a hundred years, the sons and daughters of Lord Shengzi's blood will come back by themselves?

Of course, they don't know that unless the air can give birth to children, they will never be able to wait for the child of Lord Son.

In order to make the play real, Xue Yu was really dizzy by the Demon Heart Prison.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he jumped up and asked, "Well, do they believe it?"

Mo Xin Prison lazily said: "Naturally."

They demons have been honest for thousands of years, and they will be fooled if they fool around casually. It's not like this group of human beings are full of bad water.

If they want to play a "mother and son disagreement" scene, the two of them can no longer stay together affectionately.

What Xue Yu left in his sacrificial hall at this time was a false body, and he just let the snow leopard go there, so that he would know if there was any disturbance.

"Then just wait for me to 'escape' at night while you are sending someone off..." Xue Yu walked up and down the room, muttering about his plan, "It would be best to kill Li Xiuran before this trip. , it doesn't matter if you can't kill it, just bring Mo Fengzhi over..."

"By the way!" Xue Yu asked suddenly, "That Mo Fengzhi, does he have any preference?"

Or how about mother and child connecting hearts, Moxin Prison understood what it meant to be a big child in just a moment.

She glanced critically at Xue Yu, reached out and pinched his cheek: "My son has such a face, so don't make any seductive gestures. When you meet people, remember to put on a pitiful look."

Xue Yu: "?"

His mother clapped her hands: "That's it!"

Xue Yu: "???"

The night that belongs to the demons came quietly.

Xue Yu looked at the number tattoo on his neck facing the snow leopard.

He didn't know the numbers corresponding to each area in the Demon Race's underground palace. He only felt that his number was much shorter than other Demon Race's.

Xue Yu found it incredible that a mixed race could get the second "nine" rating in the millennium.

He had a feeling that perhaps the so-called aptitude evaluated by the ceremony was not the aptitude for cultivation at all, but the aptitude for accommodating turbid qi.

Maybe even Li Xiuran could get a "nine" if he tested it by himself.

But at this moment, it doesn't make sense to say these things.

I don't know what kind of dye this thing is, but Xue Yu couldn't remove it by himself.

In fact, these numbers are very elegant and freehand. They look like patterns when connected together, not ugly, even like a black collar around the neck.

Things like mouth cages, collars, straps, and the like, inexplicably have a bit of poultry meaning.

Xue Yu removed the blindness on his eyelashes and pupils, and his snowy hair suddenly fell down, shining like a glint, as if dispelling the darkness in the room a little.

He was like the leopard that had no ink at the end of its life, and when it was in human form, it didn't have any dirt on its body, so the red and black pattern on the snow-white throat was even more ambiguous.

Xue Yu rubbed his neck subconsciously, almost being seduced by himself.

Damn!

He should have taken off his clothes and put on a collar to seduce Cen Shu in the dormitory, instead of trying to get someone else's favor here!

Xue Yu angrily wiped the serial number, and based on his impression of the serial number on Gan Bingmu's neck, he changed the number in a deceptive way, especially erasing the last two black lines representing the parental qualifications and the red "nine" at the end .

A male favorite would not have such good qualifications.

Xue Yu restrained his breath, and according to the method discussed with Moxin Prison before, knocked out the male demon who was supposed to be sent to Li Xiuran's room, and replaced him in the team going to Li Xiuran's bedroom.

Including Xue Yu, there were three women and one man. The others seemed to know their fate already, with a similar determination on their faces.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Xue Yu also remained silent, walked down the corridor with them with his head down, and came to Li Xiuran's residence.

The door was pushed open, Zhang Aiji flew out first, and shouted angrily in a strange voice: "It's so fucking slow!"

The maid seemed to be familiar with Li Xiuran's style, the short table didn't hit anyone, but she didn't explain anything, just let Xue Yu and the others go in.

Li Xiuran's bedroom is not far from the one assigned to Xue Yu, but there are countless night pearls on the wall, which actually illuminate the whole room brightly.

As soon as the door was closed, there was a strange stench lingering.

It is impossible to keep corpses overnight in the Temple of the Holy Priest. The smell is naturally not the smell of corrupt corpses, but the strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of excrement.

Difficult-to-clean dark red traces remain on the floor and furniture, which must be the imprint left by looking at and soaking in blood for a long time.

There was no other furniture in the room, only a tall man was half sitting and half lying on the middle bed.

His face is white and beardless, his eyes are blue and black, his brows are full of sullenness, his clothes are tightly dressed, and the palms of his hands resting on the soft pillow, there are black blood in the nails.

This is the first time Xue Yu has met Li Xiuran face to face. After 200 years, he has indeed grown into a figure and appearance that a Dianjia hero should have. There is also a "thick as a child's arm" that is standard for the male lead on the left side of the leg.

Li Xiuran looked at the four people in the room with his strange red eyes, and he did not hide the crazy and bloodthirsty expression in his eyes. When his eyes fell on Xue Yu, the madness was added with a kind of sinister.

Of course he didn't know who Xue Yu was, and the care at this time was just because Xue Yu had something he didn't have now.

Now Li Xiuran no longer has the ability to make troubles, let alone show his mutilated body to others, he just ordered: "Take off all the clothes on you!"

He had a high-pitched voice, like he was pinching his throat. Although he said "you", his eyes only fell on Xue Yu, or only on his key parts.

Li Xiuran was still resting on the soft pillow with one hand, while with the other he was playing with a small palm-length knife, the blade of which was soaked in a stench of red light.

In ancient times castrated eunuchs could also play with women, but they used their hands or other utensils, and Li Xiuran used this knife.

Calling a man over is thinking of a new way to play, he will chop it off with a knife when he is excited and congested, and then string it on the knife, just like the previous few times...

He feels that he has become a master of anatomy. The students who study the general teacher in the classroom will definitely not be like him, dissecting the still wriggling organs, holding the pumping heart, and stroking from the inside with a gentle force like a lover. A place he could have entered by himself.

It's just that these demons seem to be weak due to long-term exposure to the sun, and they can't save three meals a day. There are a lot of yellow and white things in their stomachs, and they will inevitably feel disgusting when they are peeled off.

Xue Yu felt uncomfortable being stared at by Li Xiuran's creepy eyes, how could he be willing to take off his clothes.

What's more, there was a leopard cake lying on his back, which was covered by blindfolds all the way. Li Xiuran's cultivation base was at least one realm higher than his, so this blindfold might not be able to cover his eyes.

He was thinking about when to make a move, but he saw a white shadow rushing towards Li Xiuran beside him!

By a mistake, a woman who entered the door with Xue Yu was already close to Li Xiuran's face, and the white shadow that flashed past was the sharp knife light in her hand!

Good guy!His mother even found him a helper!

Just when Xue Yu was surprised, another girl also turned around and formed a double-team with the previous one, cutting off all the escape routes of Li Xiuran.

The cultivation base that suddenly exploded is at least at the Jindan stage, and it is many times stronger than a character like Gan Bingmu, and it is a cultivation base that can live in the central city.

Li Xiuran was not afraid in the slightest, he snorted coldly, lifted the short knife in front of him with a fishy dagger, flexed his thumb, index, and middle two fingers, and pinched the knife that came later.

The three people in front of them fought together in an instant.

Based on this move alone, Xue Yu was sure that Li Xiuran's strength as the protagonist was not in vain, and he was definitely stronger than him.

If Xue Yu wanted to hide, Li Xiuran might not be able to hit him, but if Xue Yu insisted on attacking by force, he would definitely die under Li Xiuran's sword in just a cup of tea.

This thing will definitely not be able to kill him, but fortunately they fought with bang bang, and there was quite a lot of movement, Xue Yu prayed in his heart that some soldier and guard would sneak over, and rushed up while stretching his arms.

The heavy stone door was stomped open, revealing the tragic scene inside the house.

Viscous blood was scattered here and there, and there were two people lying at the base of the wall, their bodies were bloody, and their life and death were uncertain.

Li Xiuran's eyes were red with blood, he didn't seem to notice anyone coming, the dagger shook, and the neck hanging on it was cut in two, the dead head hit the ground with a "bang", Gululu rolled aside.

The thin pajamas of the young man in front of him had many rips cut out, and he seemed to be half-kneeling in a pool of blood as if he had lost all strength. Against the backdrop of a tall man like a Shura, he looked very thin.

The blood groove was almost covered with blood, Li Xiuran shook it casually, and said grimly: "Run, you should run again!"

Before Mo Fengzhi could stop it, the other party charged forward.

The long knife at his waist came out of its sheath, and stuck together with the dagger with a "cha".

With a gentle push from the wrist, Li Xiuran was pushed away with a bang.

Mo Fengzhi bent down to pick up his young holy priest, subconsciously lowered his head and glanced into his arms while the other party was yelling at him.

The young man was right in his arms, and he looked absolutely young, a few years younger than Morokor, the youngest of their brothers.

He doesn't look the same as Moxin Prison, especially those round eyes, which always seem to be a little bit pitiful.

Mo Fengzhi couldn't help asking: "Are you all right?"

The young man didn't answer him, but just loosened his two arms around his chest, revealing a black and white head.

Mo Fengzhi knew better than other demons who were imprisoned, so he recognized that it was a kind of animal on the ground, and it looked cute and fluffy in the young man's arms. The priest also has that kind of pitiful taste.

The man in his arms rubbed the little animal's blood-stained top hair with the palm of his hand, then raised his head to look at him.

Mo Fengzhi noticed that the other party's pupils were black with a bluish tint, and his eyes appeared very calm, and You Su seemed to be asking: Who are you?

His young holy priest was as thin as he looked when his arms were wrapped around his body. With his pale face and slightly tight lips, the fragility and fragility on his body were as bright as day. There is nothing to hide in the pearly light.

Mo Fengzhi's throat suddenly tightened and he couldn't make a sound, an indescribable feeling came from nowhere.

The author has something to say: ah——there’s no water——