[Collection] Six Worlds

Ling Yue was confused: Do members of the Demon Cult like to say "Guess what" so much?

Feng You stopped teasing him, and took the initiative to explain: "This is just our temporary residence in the capital."

Ling Yue rubbed his eyes and nodded seriously: Although I don't understand much, it doesn't matter.

Fengyou saw that he was sleepy, so she told him that his baggage was in the cabinet, let him have a good rest and went out.

Ling Yue turned over on the big bed, looking at the exquisitely carved top of the bed, he suddenly remembered the scene of sleeping in the same bed with the Tai Tuo a long time ago.

At that time, he was only the prince, and his father and mother passed away one after another. It was the Taifu who was only 6 years old in his arms and accompanied him through every night of those days.When he cries in his sleep, he can always feel that there is someone beside him to wipe away his tears.

Later...later, he ascended the throne and became the emperor, and he never slept with the Tai Tuo again.

Holding the quilt tightly, Ling Yue wrinkled his nose and fell asleep.

When Feng Zuo returned to the tree where Feng Qiwu was sleeping, he looked up at the beauty of the leader who was sleeping on the tree, and saw the blue color looming in his eyes, a little unbearable flashed across his usually expressionless face.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng You saw Feng Zuo was in a rare daze, and didn't even respond to approaching him, so he put his hands on his shoulders and asked softly in his ear.

Feng Zuo's body froze when stimulated by the breath next to his ear, and then immediately returned to normal. Looking sideways at Feng You with a puzzled and concerned expression, the corners of his lips curled up almost invisible: "It's okay."

"You had a strange expression just now," Feng You tilted his head to look at him, and then couldn't help shouting out as if suddenly thinking of something, "You don't like the leader, do you?"

A tic-tac-toe popped out on Feng Zuo's forehead, and the little warmth he had just now was completely wiped out by this bastard.Feng Zuo suddenly realized that he was just as hard-pressed as the leader.

Feng Zuo was silent, Feng You was still in the shock of his own brain, so he dragged Feng Zuo and said worriedly: "You must not let the leader find out, you know that the leader likes Shen Youyang!"

Before Feng Zuo could speak, a gloating voice came from the tree: "Feng You, who do you think likes me?"

Feng You froze, then looked up at Feng Qiwu on the tree with a smile on his face, and blocked Feng Zuo behind him without any trace: "Master, I was just joking with Feng Zuo, Hehe, just kidding."

Feng Qiwu looked at Feng Zuo, Feng Zuo was twitched by his eyes full of sympathy, and decided to change the subject: "Master, Leader Shen has already set off."

Feng Qiwu's eyes lit up immediately, and he disappeared in a flash.

Feng You poked Feng Zuo's arm, with a look of lingering fear: "Hey, you said, the leader won't settle accounts with me, will he?"

Feng Zuo stared at Feng You without saying a word, Feng You felt a little hairy when he looked at him, and felt a little... he didn't know how to put his hands and feet.

After a while, Feng Zuo stretched out his hand, but stopped when he was about to touch Feng You's cheek, withdrew his hand and sighed: "It's okay." Then he left.

Therefore, Feng You, whose head was dazed by Feng Zuo's stare, suddenly woke up, and then realized that he was being looked at by Feng Zuo just now... He was shy.This recognition made Fengyou's face flush with redness, and then... the right protector of the Devil's Cult became confused.

"Do I like Fengzuo? I like men? No, no, look at the poor leader, liking men is not good. This is not good, not good...I have to find a way!"

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Shen Youyang is the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and is also the leader of the current martial arts alliance.

In the past few years when his son inherited his father's career and became the leader of the martial arts alliance, Shen Youyang has done his duty and handled all the big and small things in the arena in an orderly manner. However, the arena, which has been quiet for nearly 20 years, has recently become less peaceful.Suddenly some people in the martial arts world died unexpectedly, and the corpses were mutilated, either missing arms or legs.And at each scene, there is a token engraved with the phoenix totem.

All of a sudden, it was widely rumored in the world that the Demon Cult, which had been hidden for a long time, had returned, and Shen Youyang, the leader of the martial arts alliance, became busier all of a sudden.

Shen Family Villa.

Shen Kuo stood at the door of the study, looking at the young man sitting in front of the table looking through the information, he seemed to see the young boy holding the sword blade ten years ago in a daze.

Shen Youyang's mother passed away when he was very young, and he has been like this since he was a child, neither crying nor laughing, never showing any emotions, but when the child of the Demon Cult was about to die under his sword, Shen Youyang stretched out his hand to hold the blade, almost crippling his left hand.

Shen Youyang has always been very filial, Shen Kuo is very gratified, except that Shen Youyang's attitude towards that Demon Cult child made him still unable to let go.He always felt that Shen Youyang was hiding something from him, but Shen Youyang would never "talk" to him.Now the Demon Cult is making a comeback...

Shen Youyang knew that Shen Kuo had been standing in front of his door for a long time, and he could guess what his father was thinking, but he didn't want to explain.

"Father", Shen Youyang put down the information in his hands, got up and walked towards Shen Kuo, "I'm going to Zhujian Villa."

Shen Kuo came back to his senses, looked at Shen Youyang's handsome face, patted him on the shoulder and sighed almost inaudibly: "Go, pay attention to rest and don't get too tired."

Shen Youyang nodded, bypassed Shen Kuo and strode out.

When Shen Youyang arrived at Zhujian Villa, all the people present were extremely furious, clamoring for him to uphold justice and deal with the Demon Cult together.

Chen Liang, the owner of Jianjian Villa, burst into tears: "Lord Shen, my son is only 17 years old. He was cut off by the devil's beast, and his feet were cut off. His body was thrown in front of my Zhujian Villa. ! This really makes me..."

I don't know who shouted: "The Devil's Cult doesn't even look down on Sword Casting Villa now, so the Shen Family Villa is probably next! The Devil's Cult is so rampant, if we don't get rid of it, there will be no peace in the world!"

For a moment, echoing voices erupted.

Shen Youyang sat on the main seat, looking at everyone present expressionlessly.

Everyone felt something was wrong in his weird silence.The angry voice gradually faded away, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what the lord meant.

After everyone quieted down, Shen Youyang got up and said: "As the leader of the martial arts, I will naturally find out the facts and give everyone justice. Before that, please calm down..."

Chen Liang interrupted Shen Youyang: "What does League Leader Shen mean? The fact is that people in the Demon Cult killed my compatriots in the martial arts. The most urgent task is to discuss how to destroy the Demon Cult. What the Demon Cult can't do!"

Shen Youyang didn't give the other supporters a chance to speak out, and glanced at them coldly: "The Demon Cult has disappeared for more than ten years, and the token of the Phoenix Totem alone is not enough to prove that all this is done by the Demon Cult. I promise you , will find out the facts as soon as possible, and return justice to everyone."

After speaking, Shen Youyang cast a glance at Chen Liang and left Zhujian Villa, leaving a group of people in the martial arts chattering.Shen Youyang felt a vicious gaze staring at him from behind, but he didn't look back - what he has to do now is to find evidence to get rid of this hypocrite as soon as possible.

Outside Zhujian Villa, Feng Qiwu, who was hiding in a tree, watched Shen Youyang leave, his eyes flickered, then he dodged a few ups and downs, stopped in an alley a few miles away, turned his head and said to the back: "Your Excellency followed me!" I've been here for so long, it's time to come out."

Zheng Yao walked in from the alley, looking at the old man who hadn't seen him for more than ten years.

Feng Qiwu looked at a scar on Zheng Yao's forehead that had faded and was almost invisible, and taunted with the corner of his mouth: "I still said who, it turned out to be Young Master Zheng. Why, I didn't beat you enough 17 years ago , are you looking for a beating again now?"

Zheng Yao didn't care about his tone: "Where is Yueer?"

Feng Qiwu raised his eyebrows: "Now that I know that I care about your Yue'er, if I knew this, why did you let him run away from home in the first place? Let me tell you, I have already pulled out all of your Yue'er's nails and cut them off. His hands and feet were thrown into the wormhole. Now, he should be enjoying the pain and calling your name to ask you to save him!"

Zheng Yao frowned: "You don't have to lie to me, those things in Jianghu were not done by the Demon Sect."

Feng Qiwu sneered: "How do you know it wasn't done by my demon sect? Zheng Yao, I have hated you righteous people who pretend to be noble since I was a child! I can't wait for all of you to die without a whole body!"

Zheng Yao lowered his eyes and was silent for a while before he said, "What you want is Shen Youyang."

Feng Qiwu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with intense pain and killing intent.

Regardless of his emotional changes, Zheng Yao continued: "I'll help you get Shen Youyang, you take Yueer as your apprentice, and let me stay by his side."

Feng Qiwu squinted his eyes slightly, carefully scrutinizing Zheng Yao's expression: "Why are you sure you can help me?"

Zheng Yao looked at him: "You just have to say whether you agree or not."

Feng Qiwu thought for a while and asked, "Why do you help me? Why do you want me to accept Ling Yue as a disciple?"

"My sister told Yue'er about the Devil's Cult when he was a child. He has always yearned for the Devil's Cult and always hoped that you would accept him as a disciple." Zheng Yao looked into the distance: "I'm not helping you, I just need For some time, use a different method to stay by Yueer's side and think about some things."

Feng Qiwu probed into his gaze, suddenly felt that something was peeped out of it, turned his eyes slightly, and said: "Do you know that my sister has been in the capital?"

Zheng Yao nodded: "My sister met Yueer by chance when she was 3 years old."

Feng Qiwu sneered: "Meet by chance? Oh, she didn't tell me."

Zheng Yao didn't reply, he knew that the Feng family siblings treated their feelings like this, and he didn't want to talk about it with anyone, even his closest ones.If it wasn't for the conclusion that Shen Youyang had feelings for Feng Qiwu, he wouldn't have touched Feng Qiwu's Ni Lin today to negotiate terms with him.And he, as he said, he needs to stay by Ling Yue's side in a different way and in another capacity, and think about some things clearly.

When Ling Yue woke up, it was already sunset.After straightening his clothes, Ling Yue walked out of the house, only to realize that the place he was in seemed to be a backyard.Looking left and right, there were no figures of Feng Zuo Fengyou and Feng Qiwu, so Ling Yue walked out along the path.As soon as his hand touched the courtyard door, the door was pushed open from the outside. Ling Yue staggered and almost fell to the ground, but was pulled into his arms just before he had intimate contact with the ground.

"Are you OK."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded above his head, Ling Yue stood firm and looked at the person in front of him in a daze.

The man was probably in his thirties, and if one ignored the long scar running across his eyebrows, his face could be considered pretty.

The man stroked the scar on his face with some embarrassment, and asked cautiously: "Did it scare you?"

Ling Yue scratched his head and smiled back at him: "No, no."

The man coughed lightly to adjust his throat discomfort, but still failed to change the hoarseness of his voice: "The leader asked me to ask you to have dinner."

When Ling Yue heard that he could eat, he raised his head and smiled happily at him: "Okay, let's go!"