my dignified devil

He said to himself: "They all think I don't know, but I actually know."

"Aniang said that it was father who was ruthless and abandoned her, so she won't let me recognize him."

"But last month, Auntie left the cave suddenly, and asked my aunt to take me to find him before leaving."

"She said that she will come back when I enter Tongyou. I know that she will not come back."

"I have entered Tongyou, I want to find her by myself."

"Actually, I know that she is dead."

"She lied to me."

"They all lied to me."

The trees behind were shocked when they heard this.

"They didn't mean to lie to you. No matter how everything in this world is as you wish, the deception is not entirely out of malice." I can only enlighten.

I don't know if the little master appreciates it, but he shook his head and said: "I don't blame A Niang, nor my sister, I only blame myself, blame me for trusting them easily and being influenced by them."

"If I hadn't been emotionally attached to them in the first place, I wouldn't be upset about what they do."

My master, even my perception is so weirder than others.

So is this the root cause of Fu Zixi's ruthlessness towards others?

"There will always be someone worthy of your trust, and there will always be someone who will never betray you." Actually, I don't even believe what I said.

The little master looked at me: "Why, I always feel that you are somewhat familiar."

Silly child, this is your spiritual intuition.

Seizing this opportunity, I said, "Maybe I'm the one you can trust."

God, I'm so shameless for saying that.

"There is a voice in my heart that keeps reminding me to be nice to you, but we have never met before." The little master frowned and thought, "Besides, why should I be nice to you?"

My heart moved, and I replied calmly: "Maybe this is fate."

Fu Zixi, why do you want to be nice to me?

"I won't be nice to you, I just want to be nice to myself." The little master said straightforwardly.

"It's okay, it's enough for me to be nice to you." I exuded a friendly breath.

The task is urgent, the task is urgent.

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Don't look at me speaking clearly and logically, in fact, the name came from a slap on the head

31. Chapter 31

I took out the healing elixir from the storage ring, and I handed it to my little master: "Does the wound still hurt?"

Actions speak louder than words, and I want to treat him well.

The little master took it and squinted at it.

"I won't poison you." I smiled, Fu Zixi was smarter when she was young than later.

"If you want me to die, why wait until now. You poisoned me, and I admit it." He swallowed it in one gulp.

I took out a glazed candy and gave it to him: "Is it bitter or not, eat this."

Speaking of which, this candy was given to me by Fu Zixi when I was recovering from my injuries. After he gave me the medicine, he would always give me a snack.

He was very straightforward when he took the medicine, but he hesitated when he took the candy.

"Let's bandage the wound, take a bath and change clothes, and go to the city tomorrow."

I secretly called Qi Ling and asked him to put on suitable clothes for me.

The little master bit his lower lip: "I have never learned magic arts."

He sneaked out after passing through the ghost, and no one taught him.

I became playful: "I can teach you the curse, but you have to call me Shizun."

In fact, I know more advanced body cleansing techniques, so I won't talk about it.

Just treat it as the interest that I have called Master for so long.

"You!" He was anxious and turned his face away.

Taking out the clothes, I found a clean stone and laid them on it. While tidying up, I said, "It's okay if you don't study, I will wash it for you myself. Come on, take off your clothes first."

After waiting for a long time and no response, I made a gesture to take off his clothes.

He dodged and called out loudly like a mosquito: "Master."

The corners of my mouth twitched wildly.

The little master is talented, and he finished learning in a short while, and then pushed me away: "Get up, I want to take a bath."

His little face was flushed, and his angry look was much better than that lifeless look.

"Call me after washing, and I'll bandage your wound."

"……Um."

The washed little master was moist, white and tender, like a little lotus root essence that came out of a pond.

He pulled up his sleeves, and a bloodstain was shocking.

I dipped my fingertips in the ointment and wiped it on lightly, the little man under my hand trembled in pain.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

I reached out and touched a few acupuncture points on him, and took out a cloth strip to bind him.

He's too young to use overly potent potions.

After a lot of tossing, the east was clear, and I entered Shangluo City with my little master in my arms.

I have a lot of experience in killing people, but I really don't have any experience in coaxing children.

I clumsily please the little master in my arms like the fourth child that day.

First bought him five sugar figurines, the little master licked them and said, "The taste is very ordinary."

Then you want me to buy five?

I reluctantly distributed the remaining sugar figures to the children on the street. The little master saw the windmill in the child's hand and said, "I want this."

"You want a windmill?" I said.

His eyes were disappointed, and he answered irrelevant questions: "Do you know bamboo dragonflies?"

"I know." She was still brooding about Xia Yao's matter.

"Get me one," he said.

"You can play with them, this group of children must have bamboo dragonflies."

"They're all mortal."

"You hate mortals?"

He hesitated: "No."

I put him down and yelled at the kids, "He wants to play with you."

Curious children gathered around. They had been secretly looking at Little Master for a long time just now, and when they heard what I said, they all came to watch.

The little master was annoyed: "Why do you..."

"This younger brother is really good-looking." The little girl said enviously.

"Brother, can I touch him?" A little boy raised his face and asked me.

"Okay, touch whatever you want." I smiled.

A little girl first touched the little master's hand and exclaimed, "His hands are so tender!"

The little master suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Be careful, he seems to be injured." The child next to her grabbed her.

"I just touched lightly."

"It's really prettier than sister Tweety."

I asked them, "Do you like him?"

The children raised their voices and said in unison, "I like it."

The little master blushed.

As expected, he was still a child, I could never imagine Fu Zixi blushing.

"Well, you play with him, and I'll buy you a candy man, okay?" I always felt like I was tricking ignorant children.

"May I have pine nuts?"

"Of course, whoever makes him happy, I can buy him anything."

"Wow!"

"Your brother treats you well." A child said to the little master.

"He's not my brother." The little master explained stubbornly.

"Then is he your father?" the child blinked his innocent eyes and asked seriously.

"Neither!" Little Master was very angry, "He is just, a friend of mine."

"Oh." The children are not interested in this topic, so you ask each other.

"Are you really a boy?"

"How old are you?"

"where do you come from?"

I made a silent gesture and said to the children: "I'll tell you a secret, he likes to play with bamboo dragonflies and flower ropes the most."

"I have a bamboo dragonfly at home, you and I can go back and get it."

"I have the rope now, let's play with this first." The girl untied the hair rope and tied a knot.

The little master stretched his hand in awkwardly, and covered it with a flower.

The little master just played with them all morning with such an awkward expression on his face.

And I bought a bunch of snacks and actively distributed them to the children.

At noon, the children went home for dinner one after another, and the little master leaned over covered in sweat.

"Is bamboo dragonfly fun?" I asked with a smile.

"It's not fun." The little master was still so arrogant.

I spread out my palm, and inside was a handful of peeled melon seeds: "Do you want to eat?"

After eating, he suddenly said, "It's a little fun."

After a while, he said in my arms again: "Next time, I want to fly a kite."

"Okay." I replied with a smile.

I restrained my smile and looked at the two men blocking the alley.

The tall one said: "How can Zhengchou show filial piety to Lord Mingde? You just sent it to your door."

Did the wicked old ghost get into a fight with the little master?

I wanted to be too lazy to care about this in the illusion, I don't want trouble, trouble comes to me.

The short man showed his knife: "I heard that there was a little baby who was born beautiful, but I didn't expect the big one to be handsome too."

Two people forced up.

I was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly killed the two of them, and started searching for souls.

32. Chapter 32

"Are you going to kill him?" The little master paused, and added, "Mingde."

It's the same as whether to kill or not in the illusion, it's all coaxing him: "Dare to hit your idea, or twice, he deserves to die."

"No one can hurt you." I smiled evilly.

The little master said: "What's wrong with the corner of your mouth, are you having a convulsion?"

I was not convinced, Xie Mei laughed again: "Isn't this handsome?"

"It's handsome, don't smile like that next time."

Just for a moment, I caught the flash of a smile on his face.

Shangluo City is a city of half monks and half mortals, and the stronghold of wicked old ghosts is in the most prosperous part of the city.A mere cultivator in the foundation building stage is doing human trafficking business in several surrounding cities, and it is likely that he and the city lord are also in collusion.

How could the Tianyao Sect ignore this kind of immortal cultivator who was inferior to the devil cultivator?

Without intending to disturb the order in the city, I sneaked directly into the mansion with my little master, and set up an enchantment to seal off the entire area.

With my spiritual sense, I went to the residence of the wicked old ghost, and my face was strange.

This guy enjoys drinking in the attic, accompanied by a group of beauties singing and dancing gracefully, and the mandarin ducks are neck-to-neck in the red tent, just prostitution during the day.

Hiss, little master can't see this.

I laughed dryly and said, "Xiao Xi, the scene of the fight will be too bloody in a while, I'm afraid I'll hurt you by mistake, I