Rebirth of the Peerless Demon Pet

In the middle of the night, Song Changli only felt something crawling on his face, cold and sticky. It felt like a snake was stalking his face unscrupulously.

Song Changli thought it was a dream, but in the dream, he slapped his face.

Immediately afterwards, the tentacles were cold and sticky, definitely not the feeling that a dream should have.

Song Changli fell to the ground instantly, opened his eyes suddenly, pulled the snake off, and fell to the ground suddenly.

With a "crack", a dagger was pressed against his neck.

Song Changli didn't feel sleepy at all, the knife in his hand was already on Yue Jianwei's neck at the same time.

The two looked at each other, neither of them moved.

Yue Jian snorted coldly, and said: "In the future, restrain yourself, and don't pester Brother Canglan any more."

Song Changli wiped his face, and for a while, Yue Jianwei's extremely annoying manipulation made him not even know what to scold.

Song Changli endured it, but he couldn't hold back, and roared: "You frightened me with a snake in the middle of the night, and pointed a dagger at my young master's neck, just for this kind of thing?"

Yue Jian frowned slightly, and said, "Is this kind of thing a trivial matter?"

Song Changli took a deep breath and said, "Do you know that I almost killed you just now?"

Yue Jian was slightly disdainful, and said: "Your knife is not as fast as mine."

Song Changli pointed to the half-burnt talisman paper hanging on Yue Jianwei's head, and said, "If I hadn't seen your face clearly, you would have been out of your wits by now."

It was only then that Yue Jianwei realized that there was a soul-killing talisman above his forehead.

Yue Jianwei was terrified, put away the knife, peeled off the talisman paper, put it in the water basin and poured it out.

Yue Jianwei said dissatisfiedly: "It's better for you to use less of such destructive talisman papers, otherwise, wouldn't it be a crime to accidentally hurt a good person?"

Song Changli: "..."

Yue Jianwei walked back, stood by the bed with a dark face, and said, "Anyway, I just want to warn you."

Song Changli was speechless, and said, "I don't really like him, you don't have to be so serious, right?"

Yue Jianwei heard the words, not only did his complexion not change for the better, but it became even uglier, and said, "Why don't you really like brother Canglan? You don't like it, why are you lying to deceive his feelings? You are too Bad."

Song Changli was stunned, he didn't understand how Yue Jianwei's brain circuit turned around.

A discerning person should know that he is joking.

Song Changli lay on the bed again, and said weakly: "Little ancestor, it's the middle of the night, and I'm sleeping soundly. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Yue Jianwei rolled his eyes, then jumped out of the window and left.

Song Changli couldn't help feeling palpitations - Yue Jianwei's cultivation level was higher than he had imagined, if Yue Jianwei had cut it down with a real knife just now, no one would be faster.

This kid is only in his teens, and he has such cultivation.

To Mo Canglan, being entangled by Yue Jianwei is a good thing or a bad thing.

However, Song Changli will soon worry about himself before worrying about others.

In the second half of the night, Yue Jianwei gave Song Changli some "gifts" from time to time, sometimes it was all kinds of small bugs that he didn't know where to find, sometimes it was a snake, sometimes it was a bird and a big rooster. Song Changli didn't sleep well all night.

Finally, when Song Changli touched a rabbit, his whole body exploded.

"Yue Jianwei, are you cheap?"

Is Young Master Song the master who allows others to bully him? With a roar, he threw off the bed and jumped up from the bed. He rushed to the window, faced the young man standing outside the window like a ghost, and grabbed the dog that kept on him. The swaying jackrabbit slammed slightly towards Yue Jian.

Song Changli gritted his teeth and said, "What on earth do you want? Don't think that you are Mo Canglan's younger brother, so I won't dare to beat you."

Yue Jianwei had no expression on his face, and said: "In the future, you are not allowed to pester my elder brother, and you are not allowed to share a bed with him."

Song Changli was almost laughed out of anger. Since he was a child, no one has dared to threaten him like this.

Song Changli gritted his teeth and nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, you little bitch, originally you were easy to discuss, brother, I might agree to you when I'm in a good mood, but now, I really want to tell you, I will spend all my time in the future Say in Mo Canglan's ear that I admire him, until he agrees to become a Taoist partner with me."

Yue Jianwei: "..."

He looked at Song Changli coldly, and said, "Old bitch."

Song Changli: "..."

So, from the next day onwards, Song Changli would always stay by Mo Canglan's side, and it would be normal when no one was looking, but once Yue Jianwei appeared in the field of vision, Song Changli would have to pull Mo Canglan to make a fuss, mouth full It's all sweet and snarky talk.

Yue Jianwei seemed to have changed his strategy, and no longer said dissatisfaction in front of Mo Canglan, but secretly put many small bugs he had caught into Song Changli's meal secretly, and let Song Changli eat them Then he called out.

"Which damned little bitch will add food to this young master?" Song Changli suddenly stood up, screaming anxiously, his eyes swept towards Yue Jianwei.

Yue Jianwei continued to eat slowly, as if he didn't see Song Changli shouting at all.

Song Changli was outraged again.

After ordering another meal, Song Changli approached Mo Canglan and said, "Your younger brother is serious about you, he's so superior, you go and tell him, if he continues like this, I'm sorry He's being rude."

Mo Canglan was very calm, and said, "Tell him yourself, I'm afraid I can't control this little monkey."

Song Changli said: "I said it won't work."

Mo Canglan said: "Then just give him a good beating. Children sometimes need a beating, so it's inevitable."

Song Changli: "..."

He was actually a little gloating, and a little sympathetic to that boy Yue Jianwei.

Song Changli said with a smile: "Okay, what you said, if I beat him to tears, you must not trouble me."

After Song Changli finished speaking, he walked away, but he didn't see a little snowball hiding behind a stone and listening to his ears.

In fact, Song Changli wouldn't really beat up Yue Jianwei, he was a majestic young master of the Mangshan faction, and he was about a hundred years old this year, so he would feel ashamed to beat up a teenage kid.

So Song Changli wandered down the mountain all day, bought a lot of local specialties, and completely forgot about Yue Jianwei.

At night, Yue Jianwei limped back with his head drooping.

He walked up to Mo Canglan, glanced at him, then said nothing, limped and hugged his little quilt to go out.

"Where are you going?" Mo Canglan put down the puppet silk thread in his hand, and also brought Yue Jianwei to buy his shark silk gloves.

Yue Jianwei's voice was a bit sad, and said: "I will not live with you in the future, I have found another place to live, and found another partner."

Saying that, Yue Jianwei limped and continued to walk outside.

When Mo Canglan heard this, he raised his head, and saw Yue Jianwei's limping walk through the Butterfly, and went around to see the bruised little face.

Mo Canglan's face darkened slightly, and he said, "Did you fight with someone?"

Yue Jianwei sniffled and said, "I didn't fight anyone, I was beaten from the beginning to the end."

Mo Canglan frowned, and said, "Who bullied you?"

Yue Jianwei wiped his eyes, felt aggrieved, and said: "Why do you ask this, and you are the one who beat me? If you hate me, just say it, why do you want others to beat me? I will never sleep with you again, I feel uncomfortable in my heart, please don't talk to me."

After finishing speaking, Yue Jianwei ran out.

Mo Canglan was taken aback for a moment, wondering when he would be beaten by someone, but suddenly remembered that Song Changli came to find him today and talked about beating Yue Jianwei.

Mo Canglan: "..."

How could he have thought that that kid, who is a young master of the school, who is almost 100 years older than Yue Jianwei, would really do something to Yue Jianwei?

From the looks of it, the beating was not light.

Mo Canglan was suddenly sullen and regretful, but the object of his anger was not Song Changli, but himself——

Why is he so generous, allowing others to bully Yue Jianwei?

Even if Yue Jianwei did some things wrongly, he, the older brother, should teach him the lesson himself, so let others teach him the lesson.

Yue Jianwei is sensitive and straightforward. When he is angry, he is really angry. He usually likes to be by his side, and he can't leave no matter how hard he rushes. But now he is so wronged that he can't do it. He just left with his injuries. Not knowing where to go, I curled up and licked my wound.

Just thinking about that pitiful appearance, Mo Canglan felt a headache.

It has only been a few months since Yue Jianwei was provoked to run away from home last time.

He actually bullied Yue Jianwei again.

He finally sighed and went out to find the moon and see the micro.

As soon as he went out, a flash of thunder flashed in the air, and there was a rumbling sound, and it was actually heavy rain pouring down.

Mo Canglan picked up an umbrella placed by the door and put it on his head. He wanted to cast a spell to isolate the space, but he also thought that the spell would affect the connection between the other shore butterfly and himself, so it would be inconvenient to find people. Then put out that thought again.

The bean-heavy rain washed the entire desert city.

Mo Canglan was only less than 20 meters away from the eaves, and half of his body was already wet by the evil wind and rain. No matter how big the umbrella was, it was nothing more than a decoration in front of this kind of heavy rain.

As the cold air entered his body, Mo Canglan coughed.

He was just about to call someone to find the moon to see the light, when he saw a young man appearing at the gate of the yard in the rain.

Yue Jianwei was still holding his little quilt in his arms, and when he saw Mo Canglan, he seemed shocked, and then, Yue Jianwei, who was stunned for a while, spread his legs and ran towards Mo Canglan.

He didn't care that his whole body was already wet by the rain, and he didn't care that he was limping and his face was swollen. He ran to Mo Canglan quickly, and then pushed aside the dry man who was protected by him all the way. The small quilt covered Mo Canglan's body at once.

Yue Jianwei propped up the barrier, and the heavy rain was suddenly isolated from the world of the two of them.

With strands of wet hair sticking to Yue Jianwei's face, his whole body was trembling slightly, he shouted: "It's raining so much, what are you doing out here? Do you know that your body can't be damp, damp, wind and cold at all, Can't you love yourself?"

Mo Canglan looked at the battle beast whose fur exploded instantly when it showed its claws, and for some reason, had the urge to laugh.

Mo Canglan pulled Yuejian Weiwei's cold hand, held it in his own, and said, "What if you run away from home in a fit of anger?"

Yue Jianwei froze, lowered her head and looked at her hand that was being held by Mo Canglan.

"I was really frightened by you. There was heavy rain in the mountains tonight. Elder Nan Xing watched the sky at night yesterday and saw it. I thought you probably didn't listen. I was afraid that you would go to the forest in the middle of the night and be startled by lightning. "Mo Canglan pulled Yue Jianwei back to the house, then let go, pointed to the bathtub behind the screen, and said: "The whole body is wet by water, this water is what I just prepared to use, You go wash up first."

Another thunderbolt struck down.

Yue Jianwei stared blankly at Mo Canglan, who looked like a fairy and had a gentle voice in the lights, and suddenly returned to the thunderstorm night in his previous life.

He climbed up to the Wannian Peak, and in the retrospective mirror, he saw Mo Canglan's appearance before he died.

Withered and bony, Mo Yunze sat beside him, sniffling non-stop, but held back not daring to make a sound.

He saw Mo Canglan open his eyes. Those eyes, which were originally as bright as stars and as vast as the universe, actually had no luster at all. The surroundings of the pupils were grayish-blue, obviously poisoned.