The devil attacks me every day

Meng Qi'an and Zhuang Nanhai changed their faces one after the other - Zhuang Nanhai still used the Chinese character face that Yang Ye had seen in Xue Jizong, and did not say a word.

"Brother Zhao?!" Yang Ye looked at Meng Qi'an's face back and forth several times, only then did he see Yang Qi's fright suddenly turned into surprise, and he jumped up and rushed over, "Brother Zhao, help me! Problem!"

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Yang Ye, Yang Lin, you and I told the story again, because Yang Ye was closely watched in the clan, and he really wanted to investigate the matter of Sang Huaixi, so Meng Qi'an proposed to ask Zhuang Nanhai to help, and put Yang Ye in a new suit. Yang Lin's face.

With Yang Ye, the Yang family leading the way, and with the unsuspecting faces of the three of them, Yang Ye easily brought them to the quiet room.

Sang Huaixi was brought into the quiet room, but after the three sneaked into the quiet room, they didn't see Sang Huaixi.There was a fishy smell in the air, but because the smell was everywhere, people couldn't tell where the source was.

It was also the first time for Yang Ye to come back to the quiet room. There are many rooms in it, and he stumbled into a room piled with strange utensils and letters.

The three of them flipped through the slips separately, and found that the method of cultivating demons was written in a big thorn. The handwriting was scrawled, with a sense of frivolity.

Yang Ye had already learned about the pool of flesh and blood that the two of them saw in the Qiankunyu ancient house before, so he closed the book in disgust.

For some reason, just seeing this word, Meng Qi'an felt that it was written by Mr. Huai Xian.Probably because the words are as insolent and sinister as the person.

"Ho..." Meng Qi'an's ears twitched with a slight sound, and then he pulled Yang Ye back who was still flipping through the slips.

The moment he just pulled Yang Ye away, a thin green monkey jumped out of the pile of utensils as fast as lightning, and made a noise with howling wind.

The stinky mouth passed by Yang Ye, causing Yang Ye to scream in fright, for a moment he forgot to draw his sword to deal with it, and the next second, a black vine pulled the thin monster in half from top to bottom, golden Red flames shot out from Meng Qi'an's palm, burning the two halves of the corpse into ashes.

"Huh...huh..." Yang Ye's legs gave way, and he almost fell to his knees, but was pulled up by Meng Qi'an.

Although he was young and bold, his strength was mediocre. He was half afraid and half regretful. He took two steps back, looked at Meng Qi'an's Yang Qi's face and said weakly: "Zhao, Brother Zhao... how do I feel, you are stronger gone."

One step away from the saint, Meng Qi'an is naturally much stronger than before.However, it is not a blessing in disguise. With the talent of being able to advance to the Feather Controlling Realm in ten years, it is not impossible to break through to Taoism in a hundred years, and there is no need to suffer from underground burial.

Yang Ye looked at Zhuang Nanhai again, and whispered, "Brother Zhao, who is he? It seems that he cooperates well with you..."

"Eh..." Another demon, the big one.

Meng Qi'an smiled awkwardly, and said perfunctorily: "My friend. By the way, what Kapok saw...couldn't be the one just now, right? What about the people from Sanghuaixi?"

Yang Ye thought about it very seriously: "Eat by...?"

The topic was successfully changed.

Meng Qi'an made an expression of sudden realization, and patted Yang Ye's shoulder with one hand: "Ah, that's right... I didn't even think of it."

Yang Ye: "?"

How could he remember that brother Zhao survived the attack of the demon tide in Xuejizong?

The three killed a low-level monster, but failed to find Sang Huaixi.But thinking about it, Sang Huaixi is already dead, and if he was brought here because of the monster in his body...

"Then why did it have to be brought here? Could it be that there are other secrets hidden here?" Meng Qi'an muttered to himself, "It's very strange, if it is said that the Yang family deliberately cultivated demons, and some people knew about it ...Then why do you have to bring it here. Who usually enters and exits the Yang family's Jing room?"

Yang Ye opened his mouth slightly, thought for a while, and replied: "The head of the family, the elders in the clan, and the cronies around them... There are quite a lot of people, about a hundred in total? I don't remember everything."

"There are so many?" Meng Qi'an was a little surprised, "It stands to reason that such a shameful thing can be publicized so much... How can Yang You guarantee that everyone under him can be trusted? The Sang family's accident happened on July [-] Years ago, for such a long time, it would not be possible to make a mistake, let alone so many people?"

Yang Ye was stopped by the question.He blinked, and tentatively replied: "Maybe... there is some kind of evil contract between them? The kind that explodes and dies when they betray?"

Meng Qi'an was speechless immediately.Then the voice was a little helpless: "Let you have nothing to do, read less human scripts and practice more."

Yang Ye: "..."

This trip could not be regarded as returning empty-handed. Yang Ye was in the Yang family, so he naturally hoped that the Yang family would get better and better.

Seeing that the head of the family took the lead in cultivating demons, Yang Ye only felt that the Yang family was testing back and forth on the edge of being too cold, and he was unwilling to reconcile, so he cried: "Why should I worry about the Yang family with a child?!"

"You're going to be an adult soon." Meng Qi'an didn't change his face, "The future of the Yang family depends on you, awakened one."

Yang Ye: "..."

He really is going to be an adult soon.

Yang Ye's birthday is early August, and now it is June, two months away from becoming an adult.

Zhuang Nanhai, who had been silent for a while, suddenly asked, "When is your birthday?"

Although he didn't call his name, Meng Qi'an knew he was asking himself.

He doesn't pay much attention to birthdays, he used to have Ajie and Xu Xiaofei to accompany him, but after the age of 17, he doesn't want to celebrate birthdays anymore.

"June fourteenth." He was a little surprised when he said it, "It's my birthday in five days?... I really didn't realize it."

Although he slept for a hundred years, his mind stopped at a hundred years ago. Speaking of which, June [-]th was the day when he truly came of age.When the Meng clan grows up, they will tattoo the family pattern on their arms. My sister has one on her arm, small, golden and red.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help lowering his eyes.

No one gave him a coming-of-age ceremony anymore.

A pair of warm hands reached out from behind and gently held his hand.

Zhuang Nanhai smiled, eyes full of love: "Xiaoqian is going to be an adult, what gift do you want?"

This was the first time that Zhuang Nanhai called him something other than "Meng Qi'an" or "Young Master Meng".

He called him Little Money.

This is only the most intimate name that belongs to him and sister.

Meng Qi'an's eyes turned hot, he shook his hand back, and said with a smile, "I have the gift I want."

"What is it?" he asked.

"I want peace and stability in heaven and earth, and peace in the world."

The young man's eyes are so clear and sincere, and every word comes from the depth of the soul.

Zhuang Nanhai couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his hair: "This is the wish I made to the world, and I want to hear from you."

The long eyelashes flickered a few times, and then the young man showed a smile that belonged to him with that face that did not belong to him: "Then I will tell you when I am born next year!"

Zhuang Nanhai couldn't help but hold his hand even tighter.

Next year's birthday, they will naturally spend it together.

Yang Ye's mind was still stuck at the time when Meng Qi'an was about the same age as himself, but had strength beyond his imagination, when he suddenly saw the hands of the two of them.

He frowned and stared at those two hands, first he was puzzled, and then he conjectured indistinctly. As he was thinking about it, his ears were burning for some reason, and he looked away uncomfortably.

But not long after, I couldn't help sneaking a few glances.

"Wait," he thought.

Is brother Zhao and his friend too close? ?

Is the atmosphere between the two men too sweet?

How could he feel that he was a little redundant at this moment?

"Cough cough!" He coughed loudly twice to cover up his increasingly weird conjectures, "Since we have all confirmed that Sang Huaixi is indeed planted with a demon in his body, what shall we do next?"

Meng Qi'an did not let go of Zhuang Nanhai's hand, and said with a very natural expression: "Let's go, let's go find Yang You."

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The three of them walked freely in the Yang clan relying on their disguise, but there were people close to Yang Mian who asked him why he was walking with Yang Qi and Yang Li. Kapok's harmless face to humans and animals obediently answered that there were some things that were difficult to reveal, so no one asked them.

Close to the courtyard where Yang You lived, a strange sandalwood fragrance could be smelled from a distance.

Silky, mellow and round, sweet and rich.

Meng Qi'an was annoyed by the fact that the Yang family led the cultivation of demons, but when he smelled this sandalwood, he felt relieved and relaxed for some reason.

"What's the smell... so strong." Meng Qi'an's sense of smell was more sensitive than others, and he was a little uncomfortable being choked by the smell for a while.

Covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, the smell became more and more familiar after the smell faded a bit.

Yang Ye also sniffed, and suddenly realized: "Are you talking about this sandalwood fragrance? This is unique to our Patriarch. He loves fragrance and always has this smell on his body... The elders and attendants who are close to him also have this scent on their bodies. It’s a taste. It’s probably rewarded by the head of the house.”

No, no, Meng Qi'an had really smelled this fragrance somewhere.

All the fragments of the past and the current life frantically flashed in his mind, and it didn't take long before he found a fragment in his mind, and that smell that made him unforgettable.

At that time, under the strong scent of sandalwood, there were traces of unnoticed corpse aura.Dull, stinky, deathly smell.

"Qiongshan... Mass Burial Mound?" He couldn't help repeating the place name in a low voice, and a large field of yellow wild chrysanthemums flashed in his mind.

In that small building in the sea of ​​wild chrysanthemums, the four of Tianjiao went away together, but they were calculated so that they almost didn't come out alive.

Isn't that the smell of that girl's grandfather, a strange zombie who could be said to be moving!

A ridiculous thought arose in his mind, but once this thought arose, he could no longer ignore it.

Meng Qi'an suddenly stretched out his hand, patted Yang Ye's shoulder, and asked eagerly, "Do you know when Yang You started using this kind of incense?"

"Ah?" Yang Ye was dumbfounded by the question, and answered in a daze, "I, I don't know... It seems that since I was very young... even before I was born, the Patriarch has been using this kind of incense, right? ...I haven't heard that he changed it?"

Gudong.

Meng Qi'an couldn't help swallowing.

His voice was lowered a lot, and he said solemnly: "Listen clearly, Yang You should have died decades ago."

The author has something to say: Yang Ye: You just scare me to death!