The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

This is actually the Rabbit General Liu Rangchen!

He now looked no different from what he would be tens of thousands of years later. His waist-length white hair was like a silver waterfall, and his androgynous face looked like a carefully carved piece of jade.

His tall and straight figure is as straight as a pine tree, and his gentle and delicate voice seems to be able to melt people's souls.

He stood there, so perfect that it was almost tempting to commit a crime, like a treasure emitting an enchanting light that made people want to get closer.

"Little rabbit!" After Su Yang reacted, he suddenly hugged Liu Rangchen's waist, smelled the sweet scent on his body, and rubbed his face against him happily.

Liu Rangchen was slightly stunned, then a gentle smile appeared on his face. He bent down, picked up Su Yang, and hooked Su Yang's nose with a smile.

"Why are you so enthusiastic today, young master? Let me guess, are you trying to be lazy and not practice again? That won't do~"

Su Yang shook his head. "How is that possible? A hard-working person like me would never be lazy. I'm just so happy to see you."

Liu Rangchen smiled, walked to a small stall on the side of the road, bought a string of fruits on a stick, and handed it to Su Yang to eat.

Su Yang took it and took a look. This fruit was similar to the candied haws we have today. Although the appearance was completely different, it was equally delicious and made people want to cheer.

Afterwards, Liu Rangchen carried Su Yang to the training ground, ready to teach him skills.

Only then did Su Yang realize that Liu Rangchen was not only the general of the Ghost Clan, but also Cang Le's former enlightenment teacher.

He secretly admired in his heart: It seems that General Tutu is really versatile. Not only can he wield a sword and ride a horse to kill the enemy, but he can also thread a needle and sew gorgeous robes.

At the same time, she has a good voice and can sing good songs. No wonder Di Yin loves her so much.

Su Yang followed Liu Rangchen to learn for a whole day, but this guy was like a restless little monkey. After nightfall, he sneaked out again.

He looked around stealthily, like a little mouse trying to steal oil. When he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he rushed out in a certain direction like a gust of wind.

He didn't mean to do anything bad, but he had finally traveled through time and space, and he wanted to see himself at this moment - the legendary and majestic Great Demon Lord Hua Jianli.

The Ghost Clan and the Shura Clan are not far apart, but after all, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the geographical location has changed to some extent, so it is still a bit difficult to find them.

Su Yang ran all the way, panting with exhaustion. Don't ask him why he didn't run like Su Xiang. The reason was that his cultivation level was too low, so he couldn't use such a skill at all.

Hard work pays off, and he came to the Shura tribe.

At this time, the relationship between the two tribes was not so tense, so Su Yang could naturally enter the Shura tribe's territory easily.

After arriving here, he was like a headless fly, running around in a panic and taking the wrong path several times. Finally, he found the residence of the Great Demon Lord.

"Damn! No one told me that the specifications of the Great Demon Lord's Mansion were so awesome at this time!"

Su Yang looked up and saw that the mansion was like a prehistoric beast lurking in the darkness, seemingly able to devour all the light, which made people shudder.

There were rolling black clouds hovering above, and those dark clouds were like a group of angry black dragons, circling and roaring above the palace.

“Boom~~~Crack—!!!”

In the meantime, purple lightning flashed and thunder roared. The purple lightning was like angry purple pythons, shuttling back and forth in the clouds.

The sound of thunder was like the beating of war drums, as if playing a magnificent war song for the palace.

The black flag fluttered in the wind, and every time it flapped it brought a terrifying wave of magical power. The magical power fluctuation was like waves of surging black ocean, ready to drown everything.

"Hehe~ Mine, all mine, I was so fucking awesome in my previous life!"

Su Yang stood there narcissistically for a while, then walked towards the door. Just after taking a few steps forward, he was blocked by the demon soldiers stationed at the gate.

The demon soldier held a red tasseled spear, stared at Su Yang with a ferocious look in his eyes, and asked, "Stop! Who dares to trespass into the Great Demon Lord's Mansion?"

Su Yang was so scared that he surrendered with his hands, "Big big big brother, please spare me, I didn't trespass. Aren't I still at the door? My name is Cang Le, my father is the Ghost King Cang Yuan, I'm here to look for Hua Jianli, please..."

Before Su Yang could finish his words, the demon soldier shouted at him, "How dare you! Do you think you can call the Great Demon Lord by his name?"

This guy's red tasseled spear had already reached Su Yang's throat, like the god of death's scythe, only a thin line away from his throat.

Su Yang, this spineless man, was so frightened that he fell to his knees and started crying:

"Oh my god, you are so awesome, bro, I didn't say anything..."

At the same time, an extremely ferocious tiger walked out of the mansion. The tiger was like a moving hill, exuding a powerful aura.

When Su Yang saw this, he felt like he had found a life-saving straw. He wiped his tears and shouted to the big tiger:

"Wei Zhi! Here! Come and help!" Su Yang stood up and ran towards the big tiger, wanting to hug it.

However, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, and a red tasseled spear hit him heavily, throwing Su Yang out like a rag doll.

It turned out that the demon soldier thought he was going to launch a sneak attack, so he just hit him with a stick and sent him flying.

"puff--!"

This blow made Su Yang spit out a large mouthful of blood. He felt as if his internal organs were burned by fire. The pain almost made him die. It also made him understand a truth instantly.

In this world, it’s really not possible without the halo of the protagonist, otherwise it’s pretty easy to die.

Wei Zhi, who was standing at the door, looked at Su Yang who was beaten out, and tilted his head in confusion, obviously wondering how he knew his name?

After hesitating for a moment, it moved its limbs slowly to Su Yang's side and looked at Su Yang carefully.

When Su Yang saw it coming, he immediately burst into tears, and while crying he explained the purpose of his coming here.

However, the next second, Wei Zhi, who had been motionless just now, suddenly raised his tiger claws and slapped Su Yang in the face, as if he wanted to kill him with one blow.

“Oh my god——!”

Su Yang was so scared that he jumped away with a scream, holding his head with both hands, lying on the ground like a wimp, begging for mercy. He looked so miserable.

"Please spare my life, my dear tiger, please spare my life! I don't know how I offended you, but you are such a great man who doesn't remember my faults. Just treat me like a fart and let me go..."

An anthropomorphic expression of speechlessness appeared in Wei Zhi's eyes. He shook his head. He had never seen such a cowardly thing.

It stepped forward again, stuck out its tongue and licked his cheek, as if to tell him that it meant no harm.

Then, it grabbed his clothes and threw Su Yang onto its back like a small prey, carrying him into the Great Demon Lord's Mansion...