The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

With a smile on his face, Shen Zhihan emphasized the words "take good care of her".

The messenger in gray was stunned, a little puzzled, but he still hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Xianjun, Fairy Qingxuan stayed very well in Extreme Night Palace, not even a single hair fell out!"

Shen Zhihan raised his eyebrows: "Please make her lose a few more hairs, it's better to be bald!"

The messenger in gray: "..."

Is the person His Majesty asked him to come to look for really the brother of that little ancestor and not his enemy? ? ?

Seeing that the other party finally understood what he meant, Shen Zhihan smiled in his eyes, and said slowly: "You go back first, I'll clean up and go right away."

The gray-clothed man finally heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said respectfully, "Then, I will trouble Xianjun..."

——No, no matter what, just send the news, right?This Wuwei sect is really full of strange people from top to bottom... strange people...

Watching the other party leave, Mo Ning, who had been silent all this time, finally took Master's hand hanging by his side, and said softly, "Master, is Master Qingxuan okay?"

Shen Zhihan sneered, "Instead of caring about her health, it's better to care about whether the Extreme Night Palace is still standing in the Demon Realm unscathed."

Unaccustomed to Master's sudden venomous tongue, Mo Ning was silent for a while, and finally asked the doubts in his heart: "...Master, could it be that the reason why you were angry in the scripture building has something to do with Uncle Qingxuan?"

Shen Zhihan choked, shook his head and said helplessly: "...Don't ask too much, kid, you haven't reached the time to know."

Mo Ning lowered his eyes: "...I'm not a child anymore."

His voice was so low that even Shen Zhihan, who had keen five senses, couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

Mo Ning was a little coy: "Master, this disciple is fifteen this year, so he is not a child anymore."

The former was amused by him. The young man was slightly taller, which was the embarrassing height for him to look down when standing, and to look up when squatting. Fortunately, Shen Zhihan didn't have the burden of being tall, so he squatted down with one hand resting on his chin and the other But he nodded at the tip of the other party's nose: "You still said you are not, the man is twenty and crowned, you are still early."

The two were very close, Mo Ning stared blankly at each other's sparkling eyes, and his cheeks immediately flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Five years is just a blink of an eye, and ten or fifteen is not too young..."

"Oh?" Shen Zhihan looked at the young man's dodging eyes, and felt quite amusing, so he teased, "Is that so?"

Mo Ning's face turned even redder. Seeing his playful expression, a trace of stubbornness surged in his heart for some reason.

He was a little unconvinced, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Shen Zhihan's face, and smacked it on the corner of Shen Zhihan's lips.

Shen Zhihan froze.

Instead, Mo Ning calmed down, he didn't even stutter, and instead asked a little stubbornly: "What do you think, Master?"

In any case, Shen Zhihan, who never expected the little apprentice to come out like this, was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth that was kissed by the teenager, but after returning dryly with "nonsense", he couldn't say anything else.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, Shen Zhihan finally couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly got up and said, "Well, let's go and see what's going on with your Uncle Qingxuan first."

Mo Ning, who was regretting his impulsiveness in his heart, but still held his neck, finally heaved a sigh of relief, his attitude softened, and he compromised: "Okay...Okay."

After all, he lived in vain for more than 100 years. Shen Zhihan quickly adjusted his mentality and emotions, but he still didn't forget why he lost his composure. He stretched out his hand and gave the young man a brain-crushing blow, pretending to be annoyed: "...Little baby, so presumptuous."

After finishing speaking, he didn't even give the other party a chance to refute, and directly bent down to grab him, and the two of them immediately melted away and walked away.

Mo Ning clutched his forehead, as if he was stunned by that blow, leaned on his shoulder without saying a word all the way, obediently and quietly.

If you look closely, you can see the red tips of his ears under the soft black hair.But Shen Zhihan held the clouds, but his mind had already flown thousands of miles.

He originally thought that there was something wrong with his master, and his disciples were unwilling to take a bath with him and chat about life to enhance the relationship between master and disciple.

But now that something like this happened, his thoughts that had been blocked all this time were suddenly forcibly smoothed out.

——It turns out that the youngest male protagonist's feelings for him are neither fear nor awe, but on the contrary, Mo Ning likes him a little bit.

The two have known each other for only about seven days so far, even Shen Zhihan thinks it is a bit ridiculous to say that they like each other, but it is scary to bring this kind of emotion into the various moments of the past few days!

Because he likes himself, Mo Ning still likes to be hugged by him even though he grows taller; that's why Mo Ning is embarrassed to take a bath with him; that's why Mo Ning always acts like a baby to him intentionally or unintentionally, and even wants to be with him live……

The real self-proclaimed straight man Shen Zhihan suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

He has been thinking about capturing the male protagonist's incarnation, cultivating a master-student relationship with Jun Wuxin and Mo Ning, a brotherhood with Lu Zhilan, and a friendship with Fang Qiyu...but he never thought about cultivating love with anyone!

This is how to do? ? ?

The train of thought went smoothly, but Shen Zhihan's heart was in a mess.

Glancing at Mo Ning's red ear tips from the corner of his eye, he thought about it carefully, but suddenly made up his mind.

From the beginning to the end, Shen Zhihan had only one purpose when he came to this world - to collect the soul of the hero and restore it.

As long as Mu Yichen recovers, the world will not collapse due to the chaos of the Void Demon, and there will be nothing wrong with him.

In addition, as long as the hero's avatars are willing to die for him, so that he can smoothly collect the soul, it doesn't matter whether these avatars are love, friendship, or mentorship to him.

...It's just a book and a group of characters in the book, all fake, all fake, all fake!

Shen Zhihan crazily hypnotized himself, and finally suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

so what?what about love

As long as the purpose can be achieved, these are not important!

After finally convincing himself, Shen Zhihan took a deep breath, and then concentrated on exploring the distance.

Between the fine water and floating mist, you can faintly see the bright skylight refracted by Jinghu Lake. Under the skylight, there is a water pavilion hanging with black veils.

The mist above the water probably came from some kind of formation, which cut off the prying eyes of the divine sense.With Shen Zhihan's eyesight, he could only see a corner of the veil lifted by the breeze.

Although it is a Demon Realm, the landscape and scenery are not very different from other places. From a distance, this Extreme Night Palace does not look like a Demon Lord's palace at all, but rather a place where elegant people drink tea and discuss Taoism.

Shen Zhihan waved the clear clouds away with his sleeves, and then put down the young man in his arms. Standing in front of him was a respectful man, the gray-clothed emissary he had only seen at the foot of Wuwei Sect not long ago.

Seeing him looking over, the man in gray bowed: "Welcome Immortal Lord Qingyun."

Shen Zhihan shook his head: "You don't have to be so polite, where's Qingxuan?"

The gray-clothed man respectfully said: "Inside, I would like to ask Xianjun to wait for a while."

Shen Zhihan frowned slightly, his lips moved and was about to speak when a familiar female voice wafted by his ears.

"Ah Yan, how can you call senior brother? How can I run away when he comes?"

Shen Zhihan's forehead twitched, and Han Nian's voice was full of energy, without any weakness of injury.

Han Nian was not discouraged when he complained without getting any response, and started talking again on his own as soon as the chatterbox started.

"Ayan! I want to copy the scriptures when I return to the sect, I don't want to go back! Can't you stay with me for another ten days and a half a month?"

"Ayan, I've been here so many times, don't you still remember me?"

"We really met before! In Changling City, do you really not remember or are you angry with me?"

"Ayan, Ahyan, just say something! I'm going to be suffocated to death when I speak!"

"Ah—smoke—"

Shen Zhihan listened to the woman's voice from far to near, only felt the devil's voice piercing his ears, and heard his temples twitching, and he really admired the endurance of this Extreme Night Demon Lord in his heart.

There were two footsteps, and the man in gray immediately turned around and saluted: "Your Majesty."

"Ah."

An extremely ethereal and soft voice sounded, and Shen Zhihan followed the sound, and saw a graceful figure turning around the corridors and coming through the mist.