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The magnificent underground palace was empty, except for a man leaning halfway on the upper throne, which was carefully carved from black meteorite.

He closed his eyes and bent his elbows on the armrest, as if he was taking a nap.

The surrounding area was extremely silent, except for the characteristic dull cry of the dark wind blowing through the hollow.

A black figure silently appeared in the darkness behind the throne, kneeling on one knee.

"Your Majesty." The visitor's voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

The man called "Your Majesty" didn't open his eyes or speak. He just raised his other hand and patted his knee lightly.

Hei Ying got up and walked forward, then without hesitation bowed his head and knelt down beside the venerable's knee.

"Your subordinate is late, please punish me."

The man walked out of the darkness, his figure clearly defined by the loose lights around the palace.

If the few people who had fought in the auction venue were here, they would definitely recognize this person as the leader of the black-clothed killer, the short-haired black-clothed man with half a leather mask.

The man above reached out his hand casually, and touched the top of his head next to his knee.

His joints are thick and powerful, his palms are rough, and the movement of touching his head is like some kind of contact reward given by the owner after the training dog completes the designated movements.

"Luo Ke, didn't this deity have already said that, you can call this deity, 'Master'," the voice of the deity is gentle and gentle, just like the loving movements of his subordinates, "or, 'Father'."

Moloko didn't speak, but continued to kneel quietly, his lowered head swaying slightly with the opponent's movements.

His eyes stayed below the scarlet-striped robes in front of him—or in other words, since he appeared here, his eyes had never been lifted up.

"Forget it, you can call it whatever you want." Your Majesty sighed softly, and did not continue to ask, but changed the subject, "Why are you two days late this time, and you were injured, is there a serious problem?"

"Your subordinate is fine." Moloko said.

In fact, he was pressured by Cen Shu, and although he did not die, he was also seriously injured. Now he was kneeling here, exhausted, and his chest with most of his broken ribs was still burning.

In a low voice, he reported the mission situation to the leader.

He said that he had gone to verify the unrecorded demonic reaction. He escaped from a family of cultivators named Gu in Xishu, and was kidnapped to an auction.

He has found out the movement line and beheaded the fleeing demons.

While speaking, Moloko's chin rested on the thigh of the person in front of him, and his long eyelashes were lightly closed, showing a strange cuteness.

His low eyebrows are pleasing to the eye, like a vicious dog lying on his master's lap with a muzzle, showing a naive attitude to please and act like a baby.

"Hey, these eliminated demons have always been secretly supplying only a few familiar cultivating families on the ground. They have been living in peace for hundreds of years, but this time something went wrong."

His Majesty put his palm on the nape of Moloko's neck covered with soft shattered hair, and asked softly in a compassionate tone: "Have you dealt with it?"

Mo Luoke leaned on the man's thigh and said docilely: "The Gu family has 360 people, and all the subordinates have been slaughtered."

Your Majesty laughed three times, and said happily, "Okay!"

At this time, information communication in the world of cultivating immortals is still underdeveloped. People don't know that there is a family of cultivating immortals that may shine in the future.

"The subordinates are incompetent, and three of the guests at the singing and auction meeting were left alive."

His Majesty froze for a moment, put his hands on the back of Moloko's neck and said warmly: "This is not your style, what happened?"

Moloko put his cheek against the muscular thigh of the man above him, and described what happened in the semi-underground venue in a concise way.

"One of them is very weird and seems to be able to absorb the spiritual power of others." Moloko raised his face slightly, revealing his forehead covered by broken hair and a pair of clear and pious eyes.

As if he had been waiting for a long time, this was the first time he had looked up at the man on the throne since he had been in the room for so long.

"Please take a look, Your Majesty."

The big hand with strong knuckles resting on the nape of his neck immediately pressed on Moroko's forehead.

Half an inch above the eyebrows is the weakest part of the Lingfu Palace.

When Cen Shu taught Xue Yu in this way, he had told him to pay more attention to it and not allow outsiders to touch this place, but obviously for Mo Luoke, the person in front of him was not an outsider.

The other party's spiritual consciousness entered Moloko Ling Mansion without hindrance, and saw his memory of the fight.

Other invalid information is blurred to a certain extent, only the woman wrestling with him in front of him, and the nimble young man in the distance are extremely clear.

Even in the second half of the fight, most of Moloke's attention was on the young man with different spiritual power breaths, and occasionally he would be swept away by a woman's attack if he didn't pay attention.

The young man with icy muscles and snow-haired hair was vividly displayed in his memory, and even the trembling of each eyelash was faithfully recorded by Moloko.

"Guizang, Tianyan, people from these two sects are actually gathered in one place."

His Majesty looked at it for a while, pointed at Xue Yu and said with great interest, "Luo Ke, if he can be used as a 'container', how long do you think he can last?"

Moloke's voice resounded in the Lingfu space: "This subordinate does not know."

"500 years—no, 1000 years," His Majesty's voice revealed an imperceptible frenzy, "—you can't be wrong, just like us, he should have been conceived and born for the great cause of the world! "

"Yes, Your Majesty." Moloke said respectfully, "Please allow your subordinates to go down and capture him."

As soon as Moloke finished speaking, the shining sky light suddenly came, illuminating the dimly lit venue inch by inch.

His Majesty's sight was forced to follow Moloko's sight in his memory and turned upwards, looking at the white-clothed figure in the vast sunlight.

The atmosphere in the mansion suddenly froze, and for a long time, His Majesty paused word by word in a strange tone: "...Cen, Shu."

The picture in the memory suddenly shakes and blurs, it is the mighty coercion that suppresses Moloko's consciousness violently.

Before the memory was about to disappear, the young man in his vision flew towards the man in white without hesitation.

With his palm withdrawn from Moloko's forehead, the man on the throne ran his fingers through his short black hair and muttered to himself: "It's him, it's him..."

He suddenly laughed loudly, and the thick laughter echoed in the empty hall: "God's will, it really is God's will!"

"Luo Ke, go and stare at him." Your Majesty ordered.

Moloko: "Yes."

His Majesty said thoughtfully: "It's best if you can catch him. If you can't catch him, just look at him. Tianyan Zong Cen Shu, you can't beat him."

Moloko didn't speak, as if he was slightly unconvinced by the man's evaluation of him.

"This son was born according to the destiny, and will come according to the destiny, and we don't need to interfere too much." The lord put his generous palm on Mo Luoke's neck, and said gently, "This lord is only worried about this lord, Luo Ke, who died for nothing. , it's not worth it."

Moloke knelt beside his legs and bowed his head, "Your subordinate understands."

"Okay," His Majesty patted the top of his hair and said kindly, "Go."

"Yes, my subordinates take orders."

Outside Yuyang City, in a courtyard in the rainforest.

Left and right, Cen Shu would not wake up for a while, so Xue Yu and his brothers sat in the small wooden hut to exchange information.

Xue Yu told what happened to him, and asked Yan Fangyu, "What about you? How did the second brother meet the master, and Elder Yuan."

Yan Fangyu shook the fan quickly, blowing out a gust of hot and humid wind: "This is really a coincidence."

It turned out that Yan Fangyu originally only came here for Jiyinhua, and at the end of the auction, he habitually figured out who the two people who took the picture of Jiyinhua with him were.

It's good to say that the seats are scattered, after Yan Fangyu divination, he found that although the hexagram was not clear, the people in the box had a lot of connections with him.

Yan Fangyu calculated carefully again, there seemed to be some external interference in the private room, he couldn't figure out the details, he could only figure out that the people inside should have a relationship with him.

As the matter was very yin, Yan Fangyu naturally thought that the person in the box should be senior brother Feng Shu, or simply Cen Shu himself.

That being the case, Yan Fangyu let go of the filming, and by the way, decided whether or not the extremely yin flower would be in their hands in the end.

It turned out great.

But he didn't expect that his fellow students would not shoot anymore, but when he calculated again, the result of Jiyinhua being obtained by them was still the same.

Yan Fangyu was very curious, so he planned to reunite with his classmates after the show.

After waiting and waiting, he couldn't wait, and then calculated carefully, only to find that the senior brother was thousands of miles away from him. Although the master was close, it was not as close as the auction venue. Can't figure it out.

"Later, I went directly to Master, and Master was with the panda when we met."

What Yan Fangyu didn't say was that the term "together" was a bit inaccurate, that panda was clearly slipped by his master all the way with one hand.

"After the three of us reunited, for some reason, even Master couldn't figure out your location, but only knew the approximate area. Fortunately, you made a lot of noise." Yan Fangyu said.

Xue Yu sighed, Fluorite is really powerful, even in human form, even a calculation genius like Cen Shu can be fooled.

"As for Master's matter, I'm afraid you have to ask him after he wakes up."

You can't let people ask Yuan Congzhu about it, so take the bamboo shoots.

"Well, I'll turn around—ah yes! Jiyinhua!" Xue Yu suddenly remembered, and said angrily, "I was too anxious just now and I forgot, I should snatch Tian Xingzi from her first while she is weak."

Yan Fangyu wondered, "You already got it?"

Xue Yu said "Yes", and told Yan Fangyu about Tian Xingzi stepping on the roof to go to the other party's inn.

"But Axue is still with us, Tian Xingzi will definitely come to find him, and then we can let her exchange it with Jiyin Flower!"

The ink characters on the golden fan flashed, and Yan Fangyu pondered: "I'm afraid this matter is not that simple."

Xue Yu: "Brother, what is it?"

Yan Fangyu: "Nothing counts."

Xue Yu: "?"

It was precisely because he didn't count anything that he said that this matter was troublesome.

"Forget it, I'm afraid this matter will implicate Master, and I'm not good at learning." Yan Fangyu closed the folding fan, tapped his palms and squinted at him, "Junior Brother and Master, what's going on?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Cen Shu on the bed again.

The eyes were meaningful and thoughtful, similar to Tian Xingzi's scrutinizing eyes when he guessed whose aura was on him.

Xue Yu was flabbergasted by him, and said defensively, "You don't want to give me some sex education science like the big brother, do you?"

Yan Fangyu was curious: "Brother?"

Xue Yu said: "That's right, after Eldest Brother in Xiaoyao Valley saw me giving medicine to Master—"

As if thinking of something, he stopped abruptly.

That's right, he is no longer Eldest Brother's favorite cub, I'm afraid Feng Shu will never lie to him again by making up lies about kissing and getting pregnant.

woohoo.

Xue Yu didn't say anything, and just said listlessly: "It's fine if others don't know, you are my senior brother, don't you know about Master's situation? I'm just helping Master absorb the hostility, just like when I was in Xiaoyao Valley. "

Yan Fangyu stretched out two hands, four fingers clenched together, two thumbs protruded out and kowtowed to each other a few times, suspiciously said: "Do you want to do this...?"

Xiaoyaogu was in a special situation at that time, and it was fine to mouth to mouth when feeding the pills, so why are they still kissing now?

Xue Yu: "So wretched."

Yan Fangyu: "..."

Yan Fangyu: "What qualifications do you have to say about me!!!"

Seeing that Yan Fangyu's noble boy's handsome face was a little distorted by the three exclamation marks, Xue Yu hurriedly comforted him: "Oh, it's because it sucks the fastest."

After finishing speaking, Xue Yu raised his hand and hooked his index finger at Yan Fangyu.

The latter paused, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"Although I have been able to freely control this method of absorbing spiritual power after I established my foundation, it is still the slowest way to absorb spiritual power through the air."

Xue Yu raised his hand and pulled Yan Fangyu's hand that was not holding a fan, interlocking his fingers.

"It will be several times faster if you have physical contact with the other party."

Fingers without any scars or calluses dug into Yan Fangyu's fingers, and the body temperature, which was slightly higher than that of human monks, seemed to carry a scorching temperature, burning from the fingertips all the way to Yan Fangyu's heart.

I don't know if it was the other party's soft fingertips, slightly high body temperature, or the sense of lack of spiritual power leaking from his fingertips, which made Yan Fangyu tremble suddenly, and suddenly pulled his hand out of Xue Yu's palm. out.

He "swipe" to open the fan and shake it violently.

No, his little junior brother is born with a knack for seducing people.

Yan Fangyu thought for a while, and then said the same advice as the senior brother Feng Shu back then: "Don't be like others in the future, don't talk about it, old men!"

Xue Yu barked his teeth and claws: "You are sexist!"

Yan Fangyu: "Neither male nor female!"

Xue Yu: "The Qing Dynasty is dead!"

Yan Fangyu: "?"

Okay, now the Qing Dynasty is still alive, awesome.

Xue Yu snorted and said: "In short, there is a third type, if the viscera are connected—"

Yan Fangyu blocked the lower half of his face with a fan, and looked over vigilantly: "Wait, I'm going to leave this for my future confidante."

Xue Yu: "...you think too much."

Yan Fangyu: "...Why do I feel that your words have two meanings."

Xue Yu immediately said obediently: "Brother really thinks too much."

Yan Fangyu: "..."

He cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "In short, there are obviously other ways, and the master is like this-let you suck?"

Xue Yu shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "This is the most efficient way."

It's going to kill him, maybe his cold, arrogant and aloof master has been hooked by him long ago.

It's difficult, no wonder he can't figure out the fate of this group of people.

Yan Fangyu shook his fan thoughtfully, after a long while, he finally compromised and said, "Okay, I understand."

He said: "Since Master doesn't mind, and I don't have any opinions, Junior Brother will continue to help like this."

"Ah." Xue Yu showed a little cautious doubt, "Even if senior brother has an opinion, it won't delay me from continuing to smoke like this, right?"

Yan Fangyu: "..."

Damn, doesn't he have even the slightest status in this family?

The author has something to say: the last paragraph is over, there is no wealth code these days——

It's a sleeping kiss, I will wake up in the next chapter, don't be afraid【】