The cat master of this seat

"No." Song Shiyue refused bluntly.

This time, it was because of his restlessness that she could take advantage of it.

This is where he lives with his master, and no one else is allowed to interfere.

The last time Chu Ke and Zhuang Yin came in, he was a little unhappy, and later when he was intimate with the master, he also bit him and asked him to promise that he would never bring anyone else in again.

"Why not? As I said, I want to know more about you."

"No need."

Ah Ling caught a glimpse of a white figure standing far behind Song Shiyue, she lowered her head and smiled, and when she raised her head, there was a sweet smile on her face: "Brother Shiyue, my father said that you will be my husband from now on."

Yun Chi stopped walking forward.

The smile on Ah Ling's face became stronger: "We will live together for a long time in the future, so you have to get to know me better."

Song Shiyue was silent.

This was the last wish of the former Demon Lord. He had mentioned it to Song Shiyue before his death. Even though he never thought that there would be today, he flatly refused.

Later, the former Mozun mentioned it again before his death, but he never agreed.

But Ah Ling seemed to agree.

"I won't marry you." Song Shiyue said.

"Why?" A Ling's face was full of disbelief: "Why don't you want to marry me? Could it be that during my absence, you have already fallen in love with someone else?"

From the corner of the eye, seeing Yun Chi approaching slowly, Ah Ling bit her lip, and stepped forward to hug him: "I don't care, I don't care, you are my husband, you have to listen to your father."

Cloud moved forward slowly.

"Shiyue."

Song Shiyue pushed Ah Ling away like a conditioned reflex, Zhang Huang turned around, but saw Master looking at him with a smile on his lips, "Master...Master..."

Yun Chi lowered his eyebrows, with a faint smile in his eyes, but Song Shiyue felt flustered for no reason.

He just clearly didn't feel a breath of the master.

But he is an immortal, so it is so easy to be silent.

Song Shiyue wanted to go forward and explain to the master, but for some reason he still didn't move.

Ah Ling's eyes were red, and she pointed at Yun Chi and questioned: "Is it because of him? Why can he be here, but I can't?"

Yun Chi stepped forward, took Song Shiyue's hand under his complicated gaze, and looked at Ah Ling: "I'm his..."

"Master!" Song Shiyue interrupted him coldly, "He is my master."

"Not only Master, but also..."

"Stop it! Stop it!" Ah Ling was about to cry, she covered her ears and yelled loudly, looking at the two holding hands with a face full of shock, she suddenly laughed again: "Hahahahaha You are that Lingyun Immortal? Brother Shiyue, you lied to me, you clearly said that the person you hate the most is him."

"What about now?" Her face became a little hideous, and black mist radiated from her body, permeating her body, "You and your master...disgusting, you are all too disgusting!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Song Shiyue! Remember what I said, you must have a good death!" Ethereal and creepy laughter echoed in the forest, and Ah Ling had turned into a cloud of black smoke and dispersed.

Song Shiyue's frowned eyebrows never stretched out, and he let go after the strange echo dissipated.

But he didn't look at Yunchi, nor did he explain why he didn't return all night.

The wind in the forest rustled the fallen flowers, and the two stood quietly for a while.

"Master, you go back."

Yun Chi was startled: "You don't have anything to say?"

Song Shiyue's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were lowered, "You go back first, I have something to do."

As soon as the voice fell, the person had already taken a few steps outside.

The steps are decisive and firm.

Yun Chi looked at his back, feeling empty in his heart.

Since when did it become like this between them.

Song Shiyue didn't come back for the next few days. Sometimes Yun Chi vaguely caught his breath when he was tossing and turning, but he always wandered outside the house. For some reason, he didn't come in.

In the past few days, Chu Ke and Zhuang Yin mentioned that they would come to see him again, thinking that Tuer had spoken to him before, but he didn't agree.

Afterwards, he laughed at himself why he had to obey him so much.

Why didn't he bring others in?

And in front of that person, she was so anxious to distance herself from him, as if they were just master and apprentice.

Song Shiyue's actions that day made him unable to stop thinking about it.

He couldn't contact Song Shiyue in the past few days, and when he was upset, he would just bury his head in the books, but he was not lonely, and he only kept in touch with Meng Yuqing while he was busy.

Meng Yuqing told him that she had taken the little girl to Qingxu Northern Territory and was trying her best to find information about her mother.

Meng Yuqing also brought him news that the head of Dongleibi had passed away, and now Ren Youhuan was living alone, and he didn't beg when he was hungry. It was a muddle.

Meng Yuqing thought about bringing her over to Qingxu Northern Territory, but Ren Youhuan ignored him, as if she couldn't listen to anything, and her whole body was sluggish.

It wasn't until the disciples sent over mentioned Lingyun Xianzun that he had a little reaction.

Ask them if Lingyun Xianzun is okay, but he is still in the northern border of Qingxu.

After getting a negative answer, the light in his eyes disappeared again, and then he returned to the original state when he talked to him again, and there was no response no matter how he talked to him.

He used to be high-spirited and confident, and Meng Yuqing couldn't bear to see him like this.

Left and right Song Shiyue hadn't returned for a long time, and Yun Chi was secretly saddened to stay alone in the empty room, so he agreed to Meng Yuqing's request and went to persuade Ren Youhuan.

On the top of Taihuang Mountain, the abandoned temple, the statue of the Sleepwalking God was covered with a thick layer of dust.

When Yunchi entered the temple, a damp and cold air rushed over his face, which showed that no one had taken care of it for a long time.

A person in ragged clothes was lying in the corner by the door, using a bamboo basket to block the cold wind that came in through the gap in the door.

Yun Chi knelt down beside him, picked up the torn basket from him, and put a fox fur on him.

The person lying on the ground shrank back, buried his head in the fur coat, and made no sound.

Yun Chi could clearly see him trembling.

"Youhuan..."

The trembling body slowly stopped, and the exposed feet were retracted into the fox fur, and the whole person hid tightly.

Yun Chi reached out to help him up, but Ren Youhuan struggled and curled up in a corner, tightly covering his face.

"Cheer up."

silence.

"Your father wouldn't have wanted you to be like this."

Ren Youhuan began to tremble again.

His thin body was outlined by the fox fur cover, Yun Chi saw his shoulders tremble, and the sound of sniffling came out.

Yun Chi patiently listened to him from crying silently to sobbing and finally crying out loud.

Waiting until the crying gradually subsided, the palm fell on his shoulder and patted.

Ren Youhuan raised his head from the fox fur with swollen eyes, two lines of hot tears washed out two white gullies on his stained face.

There was despair and helplessness in his eyes.

He slowly, slowly talked about what they had encountered during this time.

The affair with the demon world put him and his father on the pillar of shame, and he could bear it, but his father was famous and admired all his life.

He used to be extremely high-profile, and almost all the people in the upper realm recognized him when he went out.

They also all knew about the overnight decline of Dongleibi.

As much as those people used to respect the head of Dong Leibi, their eyes were as sharp as they were, stabbing their father's heart with each knife.

Even if they were harmless, those eyes of condemnation or sympathy or even pity were a kind of injury to him.

Father was forced to death by demons.

In other words, he forced himself to death.

"Go to Qingxu Northern Territory, the people there will not look at you strangely."

Although there are some people who love to gossip in Qingxu Northern Territory, most of them are still very friendly. He also believes that under Meng Yuqing's management, it will get better and better.

The people Meng Yuqing personally brought back, at least they didn't dare to mess around.

It's better than it is now.

Meng Yuqing looked up at him with wet eyes, like an abandoned puppy: "Xianzun, are you willing to accept me as a disciple?"

There was the sound of shoe soles scratching across the sand outside the wall, which almost stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, a voice came: "Mozun, I found it, just under the statue of the Long Sleepwalker."

"Ah."

It was Song Shiyue's voice.

Yunchi held his breath.

But he knew it was too late.

Song Shiyue naturally couldn't find him when he deliberately concealed it, but this time he didn't have time, he must know that he was here, but he didn't come in.

As the footsteps gradually faded away, Yun Chi's eyes dimmed, and he sighed softly, "I'm sorry."

He won't accept any more apprentices.

Ren Youhuan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and he didn't show much disappointment.

But after talking to Yun Chi, he felt much better.

He said that he didn't want to go to the Qingxu Northern Territory, but he wouldn't go down like this again. He would cheer up, complete his unfinished goals, and walk between heaven and earth as a ranger.

Yun Chi told him about Chu Ke and Chu Zuo, and told him that if they could meet each other one day, they would definitely become close friends.

After bidding farewell to Ren Youhuan, Yun Chi wandered aimlessly back to his residence, there was no sign of anyone coming on the road, small bridge, or falling flowers.

But he didn't give up, he insisted on searching the house, the small kitchen, and every corner, but everything was cold and telling him the fact that Song Shiyue hadn't come back.

For several days, even at night, he didn't notice Song Shiyue's breath anymore.

Yun Chi's heart gradually cooled down, but he just didn't understand, even if Song Shiyue really encountered something and didn't want to get along with him anymore, it shouldn't have been done in this way.

The Song Shiyue he knew was not a person who liked to leave others alone and deal with them coldly.

That day he actually heard Tuer's resolute rejection of Ah Ling's words, so he didn't misunderstand.

But it was precisely because of this that he couldn't understand it.

What exactly did he encounter that caused him to be so entangled and avoid him in every possible way.

But he didn't want to say that Yun Chi had never had such an experience, he just felt that the current situation was more difficult than any previous experience, Tu'er was even more difficult to deal with than Hui Yao and Shen Jun.

At the moment there is only powerlessness left.

It was another sleepless night, Yun Chi sensed Song Shiyue's breath after a long absence.

But he was left hanging out for a few days, and there was no anger or resentment in his heart, and he was very irritable right now.

He turned over and buried himself in the bed, intending to block all his feelings.

But this time Song Shiyue didn't seem to want to hide him, and he no longer acted lightly like before.

The footsteps gradually approached, stepped up the steps step by step, and stopped in front of the door.

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