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The oath-taking ceremony came to an end without any fighting or bloodshed. 003 excitedly congratulated Yu Fan: "Host, your merits have increased, a lot!"

Yu Fan: “…”

My merits have increased, but my life is almost in danger.

He tried his best to control his expression and lowered his eyes slightly. He felt that if Master Shen's gaze had substance, it would have been enough to kill him eight hundred times.

At this time, the martial artists from all sects had already dispersed quickly under the evacuation of Ji Wu and others. Before leaving, some people came forward to kowtow to Yu Fan. Every time they kowtowed, Yu Fan would shudder, and there was no trace of the smugness he had at the beginning.

Thinking of what that person said he hated most when being lied to, Yu Fan felt that his life was over.

After the crowd had dispersed, only the people from the Demon Cult and Huangjue Temple were left on the open space.

Yu Lian turned his head coldly and said to Shen Yutang unhappily: "You devil, why are you staring at my uncle like this? You are simply courting death."

As he said this, he gathered his strength in his palms, wanting to teach that devil a lesson.

Yu Fan, who was seeing this, quickly grabbed Yu Lian’s arm and glared at him, “Do you want me to die soon?”

This look made Teacher Yu Lian's nephew feel aggrieved. His eyebrows drooped and he stood aside with his hands folded.

Yu Fan glanced at him and said, "I have something to discuss with Master Shen. You can take your people to wait for me in the distance."

Yu Lian was reluctant to leave. He had spent so much time searching for his uncle, and now he felt insecure when he couldn't see Yu Fan. He pouted and told the truth:

"Uncle Master, I don't feel safe when I see you."

Yu Fan was worrying about how to survive at the hands of Shen Yutang. Upon hearing this, he looked at the old monk in shock.

I'm getting goosebumps all over my body. What the hell, safety is so cheesy.

Then he heard the great leader Shen sneer beside him: "Yes, Buddhist, everyone in Huangjue Temple needs you, why don't you leave?"

Yu Fan was terrified when he heard the word "go". If there weren't so many people around, he would have put his hands on his head. There was no other way. Domestic violence was too terrible. He could even feel the pain on his face.

This tsundere guy now understands a little bit. If he says no in bed, it means he wants it. He absolutely cannot leave now even if he is asked to.

So Yu Fan looked at his teacher and nephew solemnly, and said in a somewhat unhappy tone: "Yu Lian, take the people and wait at a distance."

Yu Lian entered Huangjue Temple at the age of three, became a monk at the age of eight, and has been practicing martial arts in Damo Temple since then. After he became an adult, he became the head of the Discipline Temple. Although he has extremely high martial arts skills, he has a simple mind and respects his teachers the most. Naturally, he obeys the words of his only junior uncle.

He had no choice but to walk away with the monks, looking back several times in a depressed manner.

The members of the Demon Cult had already been alert and had retreated far away, for fear of disturbing their leader and his wife while they were saying goodbye.

Although no one knows how the leader's wife became the world-famous Yufan Buddhist, such an awesome and powerful person is a perfect match for their towering leader.

Looking at the scene of tens of thousands of people worshipping him just now, I have to say that their leader is so powerful that he can even suppress the Buddhist disciples who came down to earth.

At that moment, the members of the Demon Cult, especially the bearded Shi Tianyou, stroked their beards with satisfaction and looked at Yu Lian and others with a friendly face as if they were relatives.

Yu Lian looked at him coldly and felt that he was sick. This group of people from the Demon Sect were seriously sick. Their laughter was like chrysanthemums all over the ground, which made people feel sick.

Yu Lian turned his head to look at his dear junior master, and the result was? ?

What about people?

Shen Yutang walked slowly towards the depths of the dense forest, while Yu Fan followed closely behind. His heart was beating like a drum, "dong, dong, dong", and it kept hitting his forehead with sweat.

Shen Yutang didn't turn around, his tone was full of sarcasm:

"Why, does this famous Buddhist disciple of Huangjue Temple dislike me, the devil leader of the demon sect, and now he doesn't want to get close to me?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Fan hurriedly took two steps forward and raised his hands: "What are you talking about, benefactor? I, a poor monk..."

Before he could finish, Shen Yutang turned around suddenly, grabbed his neck, and pushed Yu Fan against the tree behind him.

The trees were shaking, and dead branches and leaves were falling, which showed how much effort Shen Yutang was exerting.

"Ahem...you, let go"

Shen Yutang tightened his slender fingers again, causing Yu Fan's face to turn red and making it difficult for him to breathe.

He laughed coldly and said, "Oh? Finally you stopped calling me benefactor. I thought you were so pretentious."

Shen Yutang said as he moved closer to Yu Fan's ear, his voice morbid and seductive:

"I remember I told you that I hate people deceiving me the most in my life. All those who deceive me will end up in a fate worse than death. Yufan, do you want to feel it?"

Yu Fan certainly didn't want to feel it, but he knew Master Shen best. The more he begged for mercy, the happier he would be, and the more he obeyed him, the more excited he would be. He could only pray to God that his method would work.

So he closed his eyes, looking as if he didn't care about life or death, and clenched his teeth refusing to beg for mercy.

Shen Yutang was furious seeing this and tightened his fingers again. Yu Fan's face had turned purple, but he still didn't beg for mercy or open his eyes to look at him.

This look did not bother Yu Fan, but it brought out tears from Shen Yutang's eyes. Misty gradually filled her peach blossom eyes, and she looked at the monk who refused to even look at her.

"Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough, cough"

Yu Fan felt his hand gradually loosen, and he took a deep breath and started coughing violently again.

It took him a while to feel better. He opened his eyes and wanted to say something to Shen Yutang, but he didn't expect that this one glance would make him freeze in place, and he forgot everything in his mind.

Shen Yutang's eyes were red, tears were rolling in her eyes stubbornly, she looked at him clearly, her trembling lips made choking sounds from time to time, she was bitten hard by him, her lips were tinged with blood.

Yu Fan was deeply saddened by what he saw, in his impression this man was always smiling and in control of the situation, or else he was stubborn and cold. Even when his magic power backfired and he was in a miserable state, he had never seen him so vulnerable.

Thinking of his scars, Yu Fan felt a pain in his heart. He really didn't know what kind of suffering Shen Yutang had gone through to make himself so sharp.

Yu Fan frowned, stepped forward and grabbed his jaw vigorously, leaned over and said coldly: "Let go!"

The voice was cold and heartless, as if the Buddha had given up on the people he wanted to save, without even a trace of warmth.

Shen Yutang's heart ached with pain and bitterness, his eyes looked aggrieved and stubborn, and seeing his body trembling uncontrollably, he bit even harder, and drops of blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Yu Fan took a deep breath and kissed her without thinking.

When their eyes met, Shen Yutang was like a little beast that was restrained. He was stunned for a moment, then he opened his mouth slightly as if frightened and looked straight at Yu Fan.

Seeing that he stopped biting, Yu Fan stood up and moved back. Blood stained his lips and flowed into his mouth, emitting a fishy-sweet taste.

Seeing Shen Yutang looking at him stupidly, Yu Fan sighed.

Knowing that he loved cleanliness, she took out the silk handkerchief he carried with him from his arms, gently wiped the corners of his lips, and gently advised:

"Don't hurt yourself next time, or I will punish you."