The villain, the big brother and the master are HE [Wearing the Book]

Even if Shen Suzhi beat around the bush again, Song Yan could still hear what he meant.

Didn't it mean that he went back to the Demon Realm, killed the Demon Lord, succeeded to the throne by himself, and didn't have to be restrained by others, so he wanted to declare the righteous way, let the whole cultivation world know that the Demon Realm had changed hands, so that he could be vigilant against him.

Although he still couldn't figure out why he could reduce the hatred value a little by saying a few bad things about the new demon venerable, Shen Suzhi himself, but Song Yan seemed to have discovered some rules.

His eyes lit up, and he felt that the hatred value would be emptied just around the corner!

In view of the fact that the disciples had just come out of the secret realm, all sects decided to rest at Qingyuanzong for one night before going on the road, and Yue Huazong was no exception. They asked all the disciples to go to rest first, prepare their luggage and prepare to return to the sect tomorrow.

As the dew deepened, the candles in the Song banquet room were brightly lit, just like daytime.

After finishing his meditation, he opened his eyes and exhaled foul breath, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rest for a while, but suddenly there was a knock on the door of the wing.

Song Yan found a robe and put it on, opened the door, and met a few pairs of reverent and bright eyes, he was dazed, and asked hesitantly: "The night is so deep, what are you doing here?"

Several people at the door looked at each other and encouraged each other. Finally, it was Li Ren who spoke first: "Zhenjun, let's hand it in!"

After a while, Song Yan stood in the room and watched them one by one pour out a pile of spiritual grass and flowers, rare refining materials and all kinds of strange and rare things from the Qiankun bag, and he was a little stunned.

"You are...?"

"True Monarch." Li Ren pointed to a pile of things on the ground energetically, "These are the treasures we found in the secret realm, and we will hand them over to Zhen Monarch."

Song Yan looked at the expressions of the few of them who wanted to be praised, and was a little funny for a while, but also a little helpless and patiently explained: "These are all your own opportunities, you don't have to hand them over to me, and I don't care about them." I'll take your stuff."

This is the first time for the disciples to see the always cold and snowy Master Zhen showing such a funny and helpless expression like now, they were a little dazed: "But when we joined the sect, it didn't mean that all the treasures should be handed over to the sect, and then Is it assigned by the sect?"

"That's different from what you have now," Song Yan laughed, "You got these things with your own strength, and you don't have to hand them over to the Zongmen. If you find the treasure with other people in the Zongmen, you only need to hand it over. The door is distributed according to your respective efforts, so that it can be distributed fairly to you."

The disciples suddenly realized, and were a little embarrassed for a while.

Li Ren rubbed his head and said honestly: "It's okay, I'm willing to give all the treasures I found to Zhenjun, and it's fine if Zhenjun doesn't give it to me."

"No need."

Before Song Yan could refuse in the future, Shen Suzhi's cold voice came from outside the door.

He froze for a moment, turned and looked outside the door.

Shen Suzhi drooped his eyelids, exuding the coldness of repelling others thousands of miles away, which was very different from the gentle demeanor of the past. He stepped into the door and looked at Li Ren who had just spoken, with a flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes. Xi: "I will definitely find what the master wants, so I won't bother this junior brother."

Song Yan was at a loss, he didn't know what kind of medicine Shen Suzhi sold in the gourd, and he didn't know where he got this strange possessive desire, so he could only keep silent.

Although he would not accept things from this disciple named Li Ren, Shen Suzhi's behavior was still very abnormal.

Li Ren also had a blank expression on his face, and called out "big brother", but didn't know what to say afterward.

The atmosphere in the room fell into an awkward silence.

In the end, it was Song Yan who couldn't stand it anymore and took the lead to break the silence. He settled down and asked in a very natural tone: "Suzhi? Why are you here?"

Shen Suzhi glanced at him, as if realizing that his emotions just now were not right, his expression gradually softened: "The disciple lives next door, and came over when he heard the noise in the master's room. I didn't expect all the juniors and sisters to come here in the middle of the night. .”

Li Ren and the other disciples also reacted, and they were a little embarrassed: "The disciples are bothering the real monarch, so I will leave."

Song Yan didn't care about these things: "You guys rest early, and set off early tomorrow morning, so don't miss the time."

The disciples withdrew one after another and returned to their own rooms, only Shen Suzhi remained in the Song banquet room.

Seeing that the disciples had left, Shen Suzhi turned around and closed the door directly.

Song Yan:?

For a moment, he couldn't figure out what Shen Suzhi was trying to do. Given the outrageously high hatred value, Song Yan had reason to suspect that Shen Suzhi wanted to murder him.

"Master." Shen Suzhi lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"What's the matter?" Just as Song Yan stabilized his mind, the sound of electric current from the system suddenly sounded in the silent wing.

[The male protagonist's mood swings have been detected, and the current hatred for you is 99535 points, please continue to work hard. 】

The next second—

"Whatever you want, my disciples will help you get it. Don't accept other people's things, okay?"

Song Yan:? ? ?

Song Yan:! ! !

It is clear that the hatred value suddenly soared yesterday, and today I am here to tell him not to accept gifts from others. What kind of weird and unpredictable hero is this?

Song Yan immediately wanted to give up the pick and quit, but when he thought of the system's cold sentence of "disappearing in ashes", he could only bite the bullet and answer.

"What you want as a teacher, you will naturally get it yourself, and you don't need gifts from others."

[The hero's current hatred for you is 99510 points, please continue to work hard. 】

Hearing the system's announcement, Song Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and seeing Shen Suzhi still standing there, he frowned and said, "Why are you still here? You have to go back to the sect tomorrow morning, so why don't you go to rest earlier."

Shen Suzhi said softly "Yes", and his eyes deepened: "Disciple resigns."

Seeing Shen Suzhi go out, Song Yan was really relieved. Although he didn't need to sleep anymore, but Song Yan had dealt with Shen Suzhi tremblingly for a day, and felt exhausted physically and mentally. After a long time, I fell asleep peacefully.

From night to dawn.

In the early morning of the next day, dozens of flying boats, large and small, stopped at the entrance of Qingyuanzong, among which the largest and most eye-catching one belonged to Yue Huazong.

The flashy true gentleman who makes everyone in the cultivation world look up to him is standing at the bow of the boat, his half-tucked long hair is gently blown by the gentle morning wind, and his white clothes are fluttering, as if he is untouched by the mundane world. Not daring to blaspheme, beside him, a black figure stood there quietly, gently putting on a snow-white cloak for Zhenjun Vanity.

"Master, let's go."

Song Yan nodded, stretched out his hand to turn on the mechanism, and under the gaze of everyone, the huge flying boat belonging to Yue Huazong slowly floated up, and flew far away in an instant.

There is only a lot of speculation and admiration left.