The Good-for-Nothing's Counterattack: Full-time Spiritual Master

Yuan Senmo felt conflicted. He didn't expect that An Ci Ye, whom he had always regarded as a useless waste, would actually win the favor of Miss Qinglan.

But he really couldn't hand the person over to Qinglan. After all, the demonic veins in An Ci Ye's body were extremely rare and would be of great use to him.

Yuan Senmo smiled and explained, "Miss Qinglan, you don't know that this little bastard killed his parents. I'm here to take him back to be punished."

Qinglan blinked his big eyes, looked at Yuan Senmo, then looked at An Ciye on the ground, and asked, "Who are you to him?"

An Ciye on the side sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "Dead man."

Yuan Senmo's face darkened and he scolded, "Shut up, how do you talk to your grandpa?"

An Ci Ye struggled to sit up and retorted: "You are worthy?"

Qinglan frowned her cute little brows and said impatiently: "Forget it, I don't care who you are, but you can't take him away."

Yuan Senmo was anxious, but he didn't dare to offend Qinglan, so he could only continue to say: "Miss Qinglan, this is my family affair, please don't interfere."

"You talk too much nonsense." Qinglan said, and suddenly raised her little foot and kicked Yuan Senmo hard in the stomach.

Yuan Senmo never expected that she would attack him directly, and was caught off guard and kicked.

He flew back several meters and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

When An Ci Ye saw this scene, his eyes moved slightly, his lips trembled, but in the end he said nothing.

Yuan Senmo crawled up from the ground in embarrassment. He was beaten by a child. His face was terribly gloomy at this moment, like the dark clouds before a storm.

"Miss Qinglan, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business." Yuan Senmo suppressed his anger and warned.

Qinglan crossed his arms, raised his head, and said stubbornly, "I will definitely take care of it."

Yuan Senmo was completely enraged. Demonic energy surged wildly around him. A black magic sword condensed in his hand. Weird runes flashed on the sword, emitting a terrifying aura.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Then don't blame me for being rude."

At this critical moment, An Ci Ye spoke. Although his voice was weak, it revealed a deterrent force that could not be ignored: "You dare to attack her? Aren't you afraid of being wiped out?"

When Yuan Senmo heard this, his heart was shocked, as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head.

Only then did he come to his senses. He was so angry that he almost forgot that Qinglan's identity was not someone he could easily provoke.

The magic sword in his hand disappeared instantly, and the whole person became like a deflated ball, and his arrogance disappeared without a trace.

Yuan Senmo was full of displeasure and unwillingness at the moment. He really didn't want to give up An Ci Ye just like that.

After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to ignore Qinglan's provocation and take An Ci Ye away first.

Under his control, the evil energy turned into a huge black hand, which slowly lifted up the seriously injured An Ci Ye on the ground and turned to leave.

Qing Lan quickly stepped forward and grabbed An Ci Ye's hand, threatening: "I will go back and tell my brother that you hit me, and I will ask him to kill you."

Yuan Senmo was so angry at her sudden action that he was shaking all over. He turned his head and stared at Qinglan fiercely, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. He was about to open his mouth to refute, but swallowed his words back.

Because he knew very well what kind of person the brother Qinglan was talking about. He was an existence that the entire demon world feared.

Seeing that Yuan Sen was silent but had no intention of letting An Ciye go, Qing Lan pulled An Ciye even harder and asked, "Will you let him go or not?"

Yuan Senmo felt conflicted. He clenched his fists tightly, and his joints turned white from the force.

He cursed in his heart, but he could do nothing.

Finally, he sighed, with a false smile on his face, and said, "Since Miss Qinglan likes it, I won't pursue him."

When Qing Lan heard this, he also let go of An Ci Ye's hand and said, "Go away, you bastard."

Yuan Senmo was so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot. He had never been humiliated like this by a child in his entire life.

But he didn't dare to resist at all and could only swallow his anger.

He glared at An Ci Ye fiercely, as if his eyes were saying "We'll settle this account later", then he turned around and left in disgrace.

Looking at Yuan Senmo's departing back, Qinglan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around and looked at the weak An Ciye on the ground: "Are you okay?"

An Ci Ye's face was stern, like a cold iceberg, emitting a chill that kept people away from him.

At this time, Qinglan walked towards him with a brisk pace and a smile on his face.

Qinglan said with a smile: "Is this your attitude?"

An Ci Ye didn't even raise his eyelids, and coldly spat out one word: "Get lost."

Qinglan was not angry, and still had a smile on his face: "I saved you after all, why are you so ungrateful?"

An Ci Ye frowned slightly, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and said, "Mind your own business."

Qinglan didn't care about his bad attitude at all, he came up to him and said, "Come on, you play with me for a few days first."

"Do you want to die?" An Ci Ye suddenly stretched out his hand, tightly pinched Qing Lan's neck like an iron clamp, and said viciously.

His eyes revealed a strong murderous intent, as if he was going to kill the person in front of him in the next second.

However, Qing Lan did not show any sign of panic. Instead, he looked calmly into An Ci Ye's eyes and challenged him, "Do you dare to kill me?"

An Ci Ye sneered and said, "Oh, do you think I'm afraid of you like that trash?"

Qinglan nodded gently and said calmly: "I'm really not afraid."

An Ci Ye pushed her away in disgust, as if she were something disgusting, and said, "Go away. I don't want to dirty my hands."

Qinglan staggered and almost fell. She rubbed her hurt hand, but still had a smile on her face.

She walked forward again slowly and said, "You have a really hot temper. I just happen to be in need of a personal bodyguard, so I'll take you."

An Ci Ye was too lazy to pay attention to her nonsense and turned around to leave this place of trouble.

But before he took a few steps, he suddenly felt weak, his legs went weak, and he fell forward uncontrollably, falling heavily to the ground.

Although he had lost his ability to move, his consciousness was extremely clear.

An Ciye's heart was filled with rage. He stared at Qinglan intently, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and shouted angrily: "Did you do this?"

Qinglan walked up to him slowly with light steps, looked down at him, with a smug smile on his face, and said, "Don't get close to me casually, it will kill you."