A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

The month-long sect competition has ended, and the rankings of each sect have been calculated.

Although Cangyan Sect is not number one, it still remains in the upper six sects due to its strength.

The contestants from each sect have not yet left. They took a short rest in Qingya City next to Qingya Sect before getting up and heading to the secret realm.

"Nan Hui, is there anything bothering you? You are always absent-minded while practicing."

Qingya Sect leader Duan Tianhan asked his young apprentice.

Yan Nanhui hesitated for a moment. He never said what Mo Yan asked him to convey last time. He was afraid of offending the master, but he didn't say it, but he felt that he had not kept his promise.

"Master, Mo Yan from Cang Yan Sect has something he wants to convey to his disciples."

Yan Nanhui bowed his head respectfully, cupped his fists and saluted: "But I don't know whether I should say it or not."

He thought of Mo Yan's suppressed hatred when he said these words, and always felt a little uneasy.

Duan Tianhan suddenly heard the name and his heart trembled, but the expression on his face did not change at all.

"You just say so."

Yan Nanhui stood up and came back without missing a word: "He said, 'Don't go too far, or we may die together.'"

After saying this, Yan Nanhui didn't notice it, but he subconsciously paid attention to the master's reaction.

Duan Tianhan chuckled, as if mocking Mo Yan: "Ignorant kid."

Immediately his eyes fell on Yan Nanhui, and his tone became a little softer.

"The message is over. Go back to practice. Remember not to affect your practice. You are the most talented child. Try to break through to the Golden Elixir this year. Our Qingya Sect will also have a 15-year-old Golden Elixir genius."

Yan Nanhui was stunned for a moment, then clasped his fists and replied, "Yes."

When leaving the main hall of the main peak, Yan Nanhui subconsciously turned his head and glanced behind him for some unknown reason.

In the main hall, the master was sitting firmly on a high seat, with a kind and upright appearance. The eyes looking at him were gentle and kind, but for some reason, Yan Nanhui felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

After Yan Nanhui left completely, Duan Tianhan stood up and returned to his mansion. The spiritual power in his hands gathered into a formation in the house, and the ground cracked, revealing a dark passage.

After he entered, the ground returned to normal.

The dungeon was dim and the candles on the walls were glowing, adding to the coldness.

Duan Tianhan stopped in front of a woman whose limbs were chained, and looked her up and down carefully.

"If you hadn't saved Ruo'er at that time, how would I have given birth to a rebellious son with you, a girl from the demon clan?"

He didn't even expect that the traitor with half-demon bloodline had such a high talent in cultivation, and he even knew that he was his biological father.

I really shouldn't have failed to kill him back then.

It can be said that Fengmian is too strong and very protective of his shortcomings. He really doesn't dare to confront her head-on. Fortunately, the woman is still in his hands, so the traitor doesn't dare to mess around.

Everyone just knew that Mo Yan from the Cangyan Sect always liked to cause trouble for the disciples of the Qingya Sect.

Little did he know that Mo Yan was of the half-demon bloodline that was despised by everyone, and... he was also the child of Duan Tianhan, the head of the Qingya Sect.

But it doesn't matter, no one will know this secret.

Because soon, Cang Yan Sect will disappear completely.

……

Mo Yan, who was being talked about by Duan Tianhan, was currently acting shamelessly.

Nothing.

But Mo Yan just looked at the little guy holding the meat pie, eating it in small bites with a happy face, and swaying his little feet, looking like he was in a very good mood.

I don't know why, my brain twitched, and I came over.

Bei Wan looked at the fourth senior brother who suddenly came over and said defensively: "What are you doing!"

Mo Yan touched the tip of his nose, softened his voice, and tried to negotiate: "Senior brother, I think your meatloaf is very fragrant, let me have a taste!"

Bei Wan glanced at the meat pie, and then at the "poor" fourth senior brother. Just when she was about to decisively say no, she heard:

"Let me give my senior brother a taste. Even my senior brother has never eaten this meatloaf."

Mo Yan pretended to be pitiful and blinked.

Yan Ci, who was reading an ancient book at the side, paused slightly as he turned the page, turned his head and looked over, wanting to say something, but he still endured it.

Forget it, it’s okay for senior brothers and sisters to fight and fight.

Bei Wan hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly handed over the crispy meatloaf in his hand, and said in an uneasy voice:

"Well, I can only..."

But before she could finish her words, she saw...that her meatloaf was gone! !

It couldn't be said that it was gone, only the little bit she held in her hand was left.

All that was left was what she held in her hand...

No more, no more!

Bei Wan's nose felt sore, and she felt a surge of anger and grievance spreading from the bottom of her heart.

The little guy stared motionlessly at the cake with only a little bit left in his hand and no meat.

“The taste is really good!”

But Mo Yan was not afraid of death and gave the most heart-wrenching comment.

At that moment, he seemed to be reading a book, but he kept paying attention to Bei Wan's Yan Ci secretly saying something bad.

Mo Yan was afraid that he would make the child cry.

Just as he was about to get up, he saw the little junior sister, who was always well-behaved and like a rag doll, raised her head. Her eyes were obviously red and filled with tears, but she was biting her lip stubbornly, trying not to cry.

and……

"Bamboo burn!"

Xiao Naiyin, who was full of grievance and anger, suddenly shouted loudly, making both Yan Ci and Mo Yan stunned for a moment.

The little one has learned to summon his own sword.

The burning bamboo sword placed in the room flew into her hand.

The little guy held the sword in his right hand, and his childish little face, which had been given birth to baby fat by his senior brothers, was full of stubbornness. It was obvious that the tears were about to fall out, but he still held it back, full of murderous intent.

Mo Yan didn't think there was anything to be afraid of, but he felt that the little guy in front of him had fierce breasts and was a bit cute.

Seeing this, Yan Ci paused slightly in getting up.

After observing the little guy and Mo Yan, the corners of his lips curled up slightly and he sat back down again.

The next second, I saw the little guy holding the Zhu Zhuo Sword holding the sword...

He slashed at his little senior brother.

Bei Wan was angry. The fourth senior brother was so outrageous. He lied to her that candied fruits were sweet and cheated on her meat pie.

She was reluctant to take a big bite, but just took small bites to enjoy the meatloaf... It was gone! !

The meatloaf is gone! !

Mo Yan's eyelids twitched as he looked at the little guy who was slashing at him with a sword.

no……

Isn’t it true that junior sisters from other families just cry like pear blossoms in the rain, and then the senior brother comforts them?

How is their family...

Obviously I can't hold back my tears anymore, so don't cry or act coquettishly.

Why do you have to bring up your own sword to kill your senior brother!

When Liao Jin came back, he saw his sweet and cute little junior sister in the courtyard of Xuanpin Inn, crying and raising a sword, chasing her junior brother to kill her with great ferocity.

The senior brother seemed to be in a good mood, lying leisurely on the bamboo rocking chair, watching with interest one of them escaping and the other chasing and slashing.

Liao Jin:?