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

Faced with Mo Yan's sudden opening, which broke the atmosphere he had just created, Qian Yue didn't get angry immediately, but he didn't continue to say what he originally wanted to say.

"I'm sorry, my godmother was too happy and lost her temper."

She raised her hand to wipe the tears that were about to dry at the corner of her eyes, feeling like a weak beauty pretending to be strong.

Looking down at the little breast dumpling who didn't know how to react at this moment, Qian Yue gently tidied the broken hair around her ears.

Then he bent down and picked up Bei Wan, and walked from the house to the small courtyard at the back under everyone's doubtful eyes.

"My godmother came this time and brought a gift to our little Bei Wan, let's see if she likes it!"

As she finished speaking, a bright light suddenly hit her, and Bei Wan subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes.

After a moment of adapting, he slowly lowered his hand and saw clearly the exaggerated and breathtaking scene in front of him.

It was also at this time that Yan Ci and others who followed behind understood why Qian Yue took Bei Wan out of the house and went to the yard to take out the gifts she had prepared.

Because if you take them all out inside the house, they won’t be able to be placed at all.

Countless gold and silver jewels, spiritual stones and demon crystals, and fine silks and satins are not from the mortal world. They are all spiritual beasts and plants such as spiritual silk and smoke.

Not to mention the furs of those high-level spirit beasts and monsters. At first glance, they are basically all mid-level Xuanpin magic weapons. There are even many heaven-level magic weapons. High-level Xuanpin and Tianpin elixirs are randomly used. Thrown in a corner, it looks very cheap.

These things are piled up in the entire small courtyard. It is a bit vulgar to be rich and wealthy. This wealth...

Fortunately, Qi Youqing, a rich man in the Cangyan Sect, prevented them from completely losing their composure.

But even Qi Youqing may not have so many.

But now Qian Yue gave it all to Bei Wan in an understatement.

"Time is urgent, and my godmother doesn't have much time to prepare properly. After a while, she will definitely give us Xiao Bei Wan the best!"

Qian Yue's words shocked Bei Wan even more.

The little guy waved his hands quickly: "Too, too many!"

"not much!"

Qian Yue shook his head at the little guy seriously, then looked into her eyes and said: "You have to know, if your parents were still here, and the Cangyan Sect from a hundred years ago was still there, you would have seen all these things. Not on!"

"Your father has already been able to refine heaven-grade elixirs, and your mother, with the blessing of the Phoenix Fire, has long been able to forge heaven-grade magic weapons!"

"So, my godmother is really embarrassed to deal with these little rags! If Xiao Beiwan doesn't accept them, then my godmother will really think that Xiao Beiwan dislikes my godmother..."

At this point, Qian Yueyan raised his hand and gently touched the little guy's cheek, his eyebrows and eyes filled with endless love.

Bei Wan knew that her parents were very powerful, and her master had also mentioned to her that her parents had very high attainments in sword cultivation and alchemy and weapon refining, but...

There was no such concrete concept at that time, but now that she saw such a large collection of rare treasures, her godmother told her that these were just small rags.

Bei Wan's little mind of only five years old seemed to have really understood how powerful his parents... were.

After the little guy dazedly put all the enviable items into his storage bracelet, Qian Yue didn't say anything about leaving Cang Yan Sect with Bei Wan.

Instead, he let Bei Wan take her around, taking a leisurely walk while chatting with the little guy.

In just half an hour, Bei Wan had already begun to fuck her godmother long and short, never leaving her godmother.

It cannot be said that children are easily abducted. The main reason is that Qian Yue's rank is too high and his tricks are fatal.

Mo Yan, who had been following behind, asked himself, if he had such a rich, beautiful, and gentle godmother...

I'm afraid he's even more enthusiastic than Bei Wan!

Just when Mo Yan was lost in thought, he suddenly heard that gentle yet slightly strong voice.

"Kid, your name is Mo Yan!"

Mo Yan turned around subconsciously and looked into the woman's gentle eyes.

Qian Yue sat elegantly on the stone bench in the small courtyard. He raised his left hand gracefully and supported his chin with the back of his white hand. His right hand was placed flat on the stone table.

Those eyebrows and eyes were obviously gentle and contained a smile, but a coldness suddenly rose behind Mo Yan, as if he was being targeted by the most venomous snake.

He was stunned for a moment, then nodded, but his eyes turned slightly and fell on the little breast dumpling beside Zang Yunzhi.

He also asked why the leader of the Prison-free Sect stopped pestering Bei Wan and why he was looking for him when he was bored.

It turned out that Bei Wan had been entangled by another annoying spirit.

"If I remember correctly, your mother's name seems to be Mo Yun!"

The young man who had been absent-minded just now turned his head and stared at her intently with a pair of black eyes, like a wolf cub ready to attack.

Qian Yue waved his hands with a slight smile and said in a gentle voice: "There is no need to look at me like this, I just think of an old friend."

Mo Yan's expression darkened, and the frivolity and impetuosity in the young man disappeared at this moment, revealing a rare sense of stability and reliability.

"who?"

"That demon saint, Mo Nan'an."

When Qian Yue mentioned this name, a touch of sadness and nostalgia flashed across his eyes.

Mo Yan frowned slightly, as if he hadn't heard it.

He only knew that his mother was a member of the Demon Clan, but he still didn't know what her status was with the Demon Clan.

His mother never mentioned it to him, so he really didn't know about his relatives on the demon side.

Qian Yue was not surprised when he saw this. Instead, he smiled understandingly and waved his hand. A set of exquisite tea cups appeared in front of the stone table, and there was already hot tea in it.

She lowered her head and took a sip. The steam rising from the hot tea condensed into water droplets on her eyelashes. As her eyelashes fluttered, she looked so pure.

She spoke.

"Yes, maybe Mo Yun didn't mention it to you, that is Mo Yun's aunt, that is... the demon saint is your great-aunt."

Mo Yan's heart suddenly accelerated its beating speed. This was the first time he knew the identity of his relatives from the demon clan.

Not only him, but also the remaining members of the Cang Yan Sect beside him heard it.

However, a few people did not show any vigilance or disgust.

Their sect does not advocate killing demons. As long as the enemy does not attack us, there is no need to be like other sects who pick up their swords and chop down demons whenever they hear them.

Mo Yan was about to ask, but before he could speak, he heard Bei Wan's voice.

"Godmother~eat the fruit!"

Although the little guy had a storage bracelet, he was still a little unaccustomed to using it, so he ran over with a lot of fruits.

After giving one to Qian Yue, he quickly gave one to Mo Yan, who loved fruit most.

Thinking of Mo Yan who acted strangely yesterday, as if he was acting coquettishly for him, Bei Wan stuffed the fruit very quickly and ran away without even looking at Mo Yan.

After dividing the fruits among the remaining senior brothers, Bei Wan was recruited by Qian Yue.

The little guy was holding a fruit bigger than her face, huddled in Qian Yue's arms and eating it intently.

Qian Yue took two bites of the fruit and placed it on the stone table. His eyes fell on Mo Yan again, his moist thin lips were slightly raised, and his eyebrows were slightly curved.

"Speaking of which, Mo Yan, you and Bei Wan have something to do with each other."

Zang Yunzhi, who was leaning on a tree and eating fruit, turned his head and chuckled, and the master began to settle accounts.

He just said it! The door owner...

But there is always retribution, and you will not suffer any loss no matter what you eat.

Mo Yan and Bei Wan both stopped biting the fruit and looked at Qian Yue.

"what relationship?"