The Secret History of Demon Emperor Blasphemy

Yun Qi smiled, looking at Su Ye Zi's back: "My wife."

Song Qingyu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly bowed to Su Yezi who was lying on the bed with his back facing him: "I'm Song Qingyu, I'm taking the liberty to disturb my sister-in-law, please don't blame my sister-in-law. From now on Get along with each other, and ask my sister-in-law to take care of me for a while."

The "sister-in-law" who spoke one by one made Su Zizi grind his teeth on the couch, but he had to hold back not to say a word.

——So Song Qingyu couldn't know that the reason why he was always "cared for" by the master among his senior brothers was that the root cause of his disaster was buried when they first met.

After Song Qingyu took his overnight fare and left, the door closed, and Yun Qi turned to look at the bed. The person lying there did not turn over and sit up immediately as he imagined, but still kept the previous posture facing inward. lie down.

"Master?"

The smile on Yun Qi's face faded a bit, and he was worried that his previous joke was too much, which made Su Ye Zi aware of something.

Su Zizi didn't ignore him, but his voice sounded a little sullen: "I just knocked my calf, and I don't want to move."

Yun Qi's expression changed slightly when he heard the words, and he remembered the slamming sound he heard when the door opened before, he walked quickly to the side of the couch, bent down and stretched out his hand to hold the ankle of Su Yezi's right foot, but he was caught by the bed just after he lifted it halfway. After sitting up, Su Yezi opened his eyes wide and avoided.

Yun Qi's face darkened slightly, he looked at Su Ye Zi who was sitting beside the bed in shock.

Facing his good boy's calm and prestige, Su Zizi stepped back a little timidly, and blinked innocently: "I'm not a mortal, and I wouldn't feel it if I knocked on it. It was just a joke, good boy!" You don't have to be so nervous."

Yun Qi didn't take it seriously, and his expression still didn't relax: "Xianyu cultivators don't pay attention to body training like demon cultivators, and their pure physical strength is not much better than ordinary people. Even if it's Master, it's normal for him to be injured if he didn't activate the body protection by accident. .”

Saying that, Yun Qi knelt down to Su Zizi's feet, lifted that person's foot onto his flattened leg with moderate strength, untied the other person's leggings, lifted up his trousers, revealing the shiny white porcelain Slippery calf.

There was indeed a not-light bruise on Su Yezi's leg, and within that bruise, there was a slightly darker scar line.

Yun Qi's face suddenly became so dark that he could wring out ink.

His bare ankle was pinched half-supported and half-hugged by his obedient apprentice, Su Zizi rarely felt inappropriate and embarrassed, he twitched back, but failed to get free, he couldn't help but tentatively looked at Yun Qi Qi opened his mouth and said: "My good boy, this is not even an injury, it will heal itself in a few hours at most..."

"Bone hurt." Yun Qi interrupted Su Ye Zi's voice with an ugly expression.

Su Yezi, who was exposed to the lie face to face, shrank back innocently: "Even if you accidentally hurt a bone, it will take a few days for you to fully recover if you think of your master's cultivation base."

Yun Qi took a deep look at him, didn't answer, took out some objects and a sprig of spiritual grass from the mustard ring, put them on the ground and spread them out one by one.

Su Yezi was stunned: "My boy, you don't mean to..."

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The next day, Song Qingyu followed Yun Qi's instructions and waited outside the gate of Yu'an City. After a while, he saw Yun Qi walking out of the city gate alone and walking towards him.

Song Qingyu looked behind Yun Qi blankly: "Um, did the sister-in-law go with you, brother?"

Yun Qi looked down at the little spirit beast in his arms, raised his eyes again, and said calmly: "He has something to do, so he left first."

"Oh." Song Qingyu didn't say much, nodded his head to show his understanding, "Then Senior Brother Yunqi, where are we going?"

"Eastern Earth Forest."

After Yun Qi opened his mouth, he paused, looked at Song Qingyu who was suddenly silent, "If you don't want to go, I can give you a token and allow you to go back to the sect first."

Song Qingyu was not in a hurry to speak, and after a while he sighed softly, with a slightly stiff smile on his face: "The past is all in the past. I won't let myself be a coward."

Yun Qi glanced at him, without making any comments, and walked to the front.Behind him, Song Qingyu was halfway through self-hypnosis and was forced to press back halfway, followed up quickly, and after walking a few steps, his gaze inadvertently fell on the little spirit beast in Yunqi's arms.I couldn't help but gasped in surprise: "Is it hurt?"

Yun Qi lowered his eyes, looked at the back paw of the little spirit beast in his arms that was forced up into the air, and the black ribbon wrapped several times on the back paw, and nodded with both amused and heartbroken, He responded lightly.

Su Yezi, who heard the conversation between the two, put his head into Yunqi's arms more and more lazily——

Tied up like this, it seems that he couldn't be more stupid... Most importantly, as a master, he seems to have lost more and more majesty and decision-making power in front of his obedient disciple...

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The three of them rested at night and walked when they saw the sun. After a few days of smooth and smooth travel, they finally encountered a small episode on the road.

Song Qingyu looked at the fight not far ahead, frowned, and turned to ask the man behind him holding the spirit beast: "Brother, should we go around or go up to rescue?"

——According to Song Qingyu's original intention, the people on Molu have nothing to do with life and death. They are just thinking about their current status as disciples of the Immortal Sect. In addition, there is an orthodox head disciple of the inner sect of the Immortal Sect behind him, so it is better to ask.

Yun Qi looked away from the spirit beast in his arms, and took a look: "Please help."

Song Qingyu thought in his heart that the immortal sect was indeed orthodox, and he raised his sword to go, but before he could take a step, he heard the people behind him and the spirit beast in his arms explain: "I'm afraid it will take more time to bypass it."

Song Qingyu: "..."

I don’t know if he was thinking too much: After getting along with the senior brother these days, I always feel that he can teach such an "eclectic" first disciple, and the prospective master is probably very different...

It was only later that Song Qingyu realized that it was more than just different—everyone in the world would know after a hundred years that Han Qiongfeng under the leadership of Tanzong Inspector Elder Su Yezi should have a very different style of painting compared to the entire world of cultivating immortals.

This is something.At this time Song Qingyu had raised his sword to meet them, and before both sides noticed that someone had joined in the battle, he picked up the group of people who seemed to be fighting fiercely, and threw them aside one by one.

Song Qingyu moved so fast that when the battle ended, the two groups of people were still in a daze.

Yun Qi watched from the side, and was about to step forward when suddenly his brows frowned, his eyes flicked across half a circle in front of him sharply.

"...What's wrong with my good boy?" Su Yezi, who was nestled in Yunqi's embrace, keenly sensed the restlessness in Yunqi's body.

"It seemed that someone was peeping with divine sense just now." Yun Qi's eyes were slightly cold, "But I scanned around with divine sense, but found nothing."

The little spirit beast in Yun Qi's arms also looked a little more solemn when he heard this, "The other party's spirit power is actually stronger than yours?"

Yun Qi frowned, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head hesitantly: "Maybe it's just my illusion."

Su Ye Zi thought for a while, then knocked his chin into Yun Qi's arms again: "My good disciple's soul should have reached the limit of the mortal world when it was uninjured, and it is estimated that there are no more than three people in this fairyland who can match your soul power." In other words, they are all old antiques that have reached the chaotic state for an unknown number of years... It is not certain whether they are alive now, and they should not appear in the mountains and jungles of the mortal world."

Yun Qiqiu nodded, no longer being suspicious, but after listening to Su Yezi's "number of three fingers", he slightly lowered his gaze: "Master...don't you doubt my identity?"

"There are so many adventures in this world," Su Yezi groaned while lying in Yunqi's arms, "And no matter who you were before, you are now my obedient student—my Su Yezi's obedient apprentice, No one can try to take it away, not even the old you."

"...I won't go." Yun Qi tried his best to restrain himself so that he would not be too hard on the spirit beast and startle the other party. He repeated with calm eyes, "Never."

Before Su Yezi could respond, the communication between the two was interrupted by the fighting parties not far away——

"Who are you? Why do you intervene in this matter?"

The big guys who fell on the ground and covered their faces all supported each other and stood up, looking at Song Qingyu and Yun Qi with cold eyes.

Yun Qi didn't even look at each other.However, Song Qingyu's sword tip was still bloody. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and slanted the corners of his lips. His eyes were fierce from bottom to top like a knife's edge. Then he glanced around and smiled coldly: "Fuck your shit."

The big men were half-dead by Song Qingyu's words, thinking that it's because you broke us no matter how you look at it, shouldn't we be the ones to say this?

But Song Qingyu's look with evil eyes really didn't look like a good stubble, the big men clasped their fists one after another, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

"Song Qingyu's murderous nature may still have to be tempered. As for this group of people... they can run thousands of miles away without a single blow, and they are quite polite." Su Zizi looked at the direction where those people left, and passed on to Yun Qi with a half-smile One sentence.

Yun Qi also looked at him: "What does Master mean?"

"...It's not interesting." Looking at the direction in which those people left, Su Zizi didn't say any more, and buried his head back again.

Not a moment after the spiritual consciousness exchange here ended, Yun Qi saw that among the group of people who were rescued, a worldly warrior wearing a refined military uniform with a strange long sword pattern printed on his chest ignored Song Qingyu, and instead With a face full of excitement, he came straight to him with big strides, and when he arrived in front of him, he bowed and bowed:

"Tan Zong's great repairer saved our escort once again. This kindness is so great that I dare not say thank you lightly!"

Yun Qi stretched out his hands to help him, and looked at the excited big man, then hesitated for a moment, and turned to Song Qingyu, who didn't know why:

"Who is this……?"

Song Qingyu was stunned: "..."

——Shouldn't he ask his senior brother that? ?

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