The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Why do you ask this suddenly?

Sang Jian saw a hint of seriousness in Yun Xian's eyes.

She thought for a moment and asked uncertainly: Are you worried about your future experience in the secret realm?

Apart from this, Sang Jian didn't know why he was worried about his own death.

Yunxian: .

He took a deep breath without leaving any trace, and responded softly: Yes.

Will Master erect a monument for me?

It doesn't matter if he is a scapegoat, the important thing is whether she will always remember him after he dies.

Didn't I say I would go with you?

Sang Jian took a piece of pastry and fed it to Yun Xian's mouth, With me here, nothing will happen to you.

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Her words stunned Yunxian.

He subconsciously opened his mouth and took the pastry that Sanmi fed him into his mouth.

So sweet.

Yun Xian doesn't like sweets, but he often buys them after hearing from the pastry shop owner that girls generally like sweets.

It is indeed sweet, bursting with sweetness from deep in my heart.

Master said that as long as she was there, nothing would happen to him.

If that's the case, then what's the purpose of giving her the Demonless Sword and letting him hide it?

Or were you just saying what you said just now to appease his emotions?

Yunxian was a little confused for a moment, but the cake in his mouth made him sweet from beginning to end.

He thought that even if it was a lie, he would admit it.

Because he didn't see the slightest trace of joking on her face.

She is so serious.

He was so serious that he felt that even if the Demon Lord appeared in front of him now, he would not have the slightest regret.

Master, you are so kind. Yun Xian couldn't help but send a good person card to Sang Jian.

Sang Jian has been hearing this kind of talk almost every day recently, and has become immune to it.

So that's what you're asking?

Yun Xian did not answer her question. He glanced at the last piece of pastry on the plate and asked softly: Master, can I have another piece if I want to?

Sang Jian picked up the last piece without hesitation and stuffed it into Yun Xian's mouth.

Yun Xian curled his lips slightly.

Suddenly he realized something, and he couldn't be happy anymore. Does Master not like eating this?

If she likes food, how can he share it?

Especially the last piece!

Sang Jian clapped his hands and said softly: It's too sweet.

Yun Xian breathed a sigh of relief, It's really sweet. I'll buy something else for Master tomorrow.

Sang Jian nodded and was about to say something when there was movement from the barrier not far away.

A man's voice sounded from outside, Ancestor, Yang Ming wants to see you!

The two of them had a good lunch break and chatting, and Yun Xian's mood sank.

When Sang Jian heard the name, he patted Yunxian on the shoulder, Go quickly, business is coming.

Yes. Yun Xian responded, reluctantly stood up and went to bring Yang Ming in.

This Yang Ming is no ordinary disciple, but one of the elders of Qianfeng Sect.

Not from the year of the original owner, but from the Qianfeng Sect who joined later.

Sang Jian knew him because she told Mu Lan last time that anyone who wanted elixirs could come to her with money.

After that, she specially studied these elders and waited for them to come to her door.

Those junior disciples didn't have the courage or money to come to her, so her clients were basically these elders.

It's not easy to get one, and I want to kill it!

Yang Ming looked to be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. After being brought in by Yun Xian, he greeted Sang Jian respectfully and exchanged a few words.

He said what Sang Jian said, without asking him the purpose of coming here.

When asking for help, naturally you have to wait for the requester to take the initiative.

It would look cheap if she asked first.