Demon Venerable's whitewashing does not only depend on appearance [Rebirth]

Twist the limbs of the commentator.

By the way, the blood vine happily took a mouthful of the blood spilled by Nascent Soul Moxiu, and then quickly slipped back onto Ji Pei's wrist. The blood-colored vine complemented the frost-white wrist, and it also had a bit of gorgeous color .

Ji Pei raised his foot and kicked the chair and others together in front of a skinny Mozong elder.

There was silence below.

No one thought that Ji Pei would really dare to break the limbs of He Yuanshu, the son of He Yuanhe, the great elder of the Demon Sect.

No one would have thought that He Yuan was helpless against Ji Pei in writing.

After all, in their understanding.... He Yuanshu is a Nascent Soul demon cultivator, and Ji Pei only has a golden core cultivation base, so how could Ji Pei succeed.

Some people even wondered... Is He Yuanshu actually looking for Ji Pei in his heart?That's why Ji Pei was let go?

Everyone felt a little unbelievable, even He Yuanshu himself thought that he had taken it lightly, that's why his arms, legs and feet were broken.

But in fact.Even if He Yuanshu didn't take it lightly, he still couldn't beat Ji Pei.

Because on the way back to the Demon Sect, Ji Pei had already broken through the Nascent Soul Stage silently by relying on the whitewashing points given to him by the system.

Stepping on the edge of the stairs on the highest floor, looking down, the entire Demon Sect was enveloped in a layer of black demon energy, as if covered with a layer of black veil. Ji Pei stood there, opening his arms to the many demon cultivators.

"This is my father's Mozong. My Ji family's Mozong..."

"You can step on my bones and make him change his name, or you can leave with disgust for me."

"But." His dark lips curled up slightly, looking a bit cold and menacing.

"Say something innocuous behind your back?"

"Afraid of being remembered by me? Do you dare to do it or not?"

"When did our demons learn the bad habits of the human race?"

Beside him was his son who was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

But He Yuanhe still didn't change his face, and argued in an ordinary tone.

"...Young Sect Master never thinks about the consequences. If you leave the sect overnight, many people in the sect will be panicked and worried about your safety. My son is just outspoken and outspoken."

He Yuanshu, whose pain was soothed by the high-grade elixir, stared at his father's words angrily, bit his lips, lowered his head and remained silent.

In fact, he really wanted his father to find his place back, but he knew that if he said something painful right now, his father would be the first one to slap him.

Because he shamed him.

Ji Pei looked at He Yuanhe, a pair of eyes as black as ink showed some subtlety.

"Elder He is so sensible, and it is my good fortune that our Demon Sect is so harmonious and united."

"After returning, he can take any medicine he needs from my library at will."

"After all, it's good to take care of your hands and feet. If you lack a root in your brain, you can't become smarter if you make up for it."

"..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!"

I don't know who laughed first, the laughter infected more than half of the demon cultivators by the way like smallpox.

This group of people who laughed out loud were all demons born and raised in the Heavenly Demon Sect. They were born to worship the Heavenly Demon Yin Vein Clan, but Ji Pei was too young to be the object of their worship.

So most of these demon cultivators watched Ji Pei with the feeling of watching the late old master's son play tricks. Although they would not stand by his side overwhelmingly, at critical moments, no one would hope that something would happen to Ji Pei.

Because no matter how bad he is, he is the son of their boss, and he is not something that ordinary people can bully.

But the other group of people who don't laugh are the demons who came from crossing the soul river like He Yuanhe, or who became demon cultivators after going crazy... They have been peeping at the position of the demon master for a long time.He faintly wanted to push He Yuanhe to the top position.

However, He Yuanhe has not responded to this matter.And always focus on the Demon Sect.

For example, in today's incident, he also stood on Ji Pei's side and took a step back, not only did not blame Ji Pei at all.

And also spontaneously decided to prepare a dust-cleaning banquet for Ji Pei.

.......

"The dust-cleaning banquet? Hongmen banquet."

"Elder He and his son are not good enough."

"But his people... seem to be thinking about the clan." The loyal servant said as he walked behind Ji Pei.

"...they're all the same. What difference does it make?"

Ji Pei untied his cloak, revealing the gorgeous robes inside.

The black belt outlined by gold threads lined the boy's waist extremely thin.

Ji Pei walked quickly from the center of the Demon Raising Hall, and sat straight on the chair in his own hall. Looking at the servants who helped him pick up his clothes, he leaned on the armrest in annoyance, and half-closed his eyes.

The candles on both sides were faintly burning, clearly illuminating the bones of Ji Pei's side face, but failing to shine into the long and narrow phoenix eyes.

Ji Pei said in a somewhat depressed tone.

"He was the backbone of my father's generation."

"A person who can be the backbone of the devil, how can he be a peacemaker, the more he holds back, the more he should not be underestimated.

Before being reborn, I believed that he was a good old man in the Demon Sect, so I went through a few dangerous situations and almost died...

As if thinking of something unpleasant, Ji Pei squeezed the handle of the side wall and closed his eyes tightly.

Although at the moment he cannot completely become an enemy of He Yuanhe.However, if he could kill He Yuanhe once, he could kill him a second time.

.....

I just don't know how Shiqian is doing in Yuecha Sect now.

Ji Pei closed his eyes, still frowning deeply.

Faithful servants have been waiting by the side.

He originally thought that he would stay invisible until Ji Pei fell asleep, but he saw Ji Pei suddenly opened his eyes and took out two scrolls.

A scroll was thrown to him, and he was told to count [-] Lightning Wolf pelts.

And the other one...he didn't see the content of the task, but the young master said that he had to solve it by himself.He could only nod his head and disappeared into the Demon Raising Hall.

The other scroll in Ji Pei's hand is of course the task scroll arranged by Lin Shaoyuan.

Holding the scroll in one hand, Ji Pei took out a pen from the storage ring, put it between his ring fingers, pursed his lips, and thought about how he would write for a while.

Finally, he picked up a pen and volleyed in the air to write a few words with aura.

Cold, sharp, two-sided.

The golden light under the font fluctuates, Tiandao seems to be weighing whether the words written by Ji Pei are the type that Xuan Chen likes, but in the end he didn't fully struggle with the answer.

[Can you be specific. ]

When Ji Pei saw the questions gathered by the golden quicksand below, he knew that he might have reached the point, but this scroll still couldn't fully admit that he got the answer right.

To be more specific...then you must write your name directly.

What is the name of Xuan Chen's sword? Few people know about it, because Xuan Chen seldom mentions what his sword is called, and he doesn't care what his sword is called.

But it just so happened.Ji Pei happens to be the one who knows.

When he was young, he asked Xuan Chen what his sword was called, and Xuan Chen always told him that he forgot his name. He always felt that Xuan Chen did it on purpose, because Xuan Chen liked his sword so much, how could he not remember the name of the sword.

As a result, one day, he took the opportunity to take away Xuan Chen's sword, only to find that there were really two long and thin characters written on it.

forget the name.

Wangming is the name of Xuan Chen's sword.The name of his sword is also a bit more casual.

With a stroke of Ji Pei's pen, he wrote two beautiful thin gold fonts.

As soon as these two words appeared, the golden light under the scroll disappeared, and at the same time, the chance to answer was also gone.

The number of times that can be answered in the task request becomes one.It can be seen that this answer is wrong.

The scroll that lost its golden light fell down, and Ji Pei reached out to catch it.

Ji Pei has always disrespected Tiandao, but this time he is regarded with admiration for Tiandao.

It's quite serious, and I don't allow any loopholes to be exploited.The person who asked the question was not so clear in the question, and Tiandao insisted on him answering about the type of the person he loves.

this!How could he know!

[System: Master, don't you try to treat yourself? 】

[System: I think...the type that Master Xuan Chen likes is very likely to be you. 】