After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

Jing Zun didn't go down, and left the hall lightly on his toes, stepped on the clouds, and overlooked the wind and clouds in the middle of the mountain.

The grand ceremony was completed, and in the guest room, Ah Zhuo had taken off his mask and red clothes, returned to his normal clothes, and sat beside Meng Xisubaru's bed, a butterfly resting on his fingertips for a long time.

After he discovered that he could control Kumengdie, he asked Luan Sanzao to teach him the method of summoning.

Before Meng Xisubaru woke up, the treacherous red butterfly moved lightly on his fingertips, about to touch his brow, and then stopped and retracted the moment it was about to touch.

Then he swiped his finger to drive away the butterfly, and Ah Zhuo gently shook Meng Xisubaru.

Meng Ximao woke up, didn't bother to ask himself why he fainted, and grabbed the shoulder of the person in front of him: "Little brother, what are you doing, how did you become their demon king?"

"I don't know either, but since they regard me as the demon king, I am willing to do it."

"I don't want to." Meng Ximao jumped out of bed, "I will report this matter to the master and the head teacher... No, I want to tell the elder brother first, I can't persuade you, he can always persuade you, he should wake up Well, I'm going to find him now."

He had already walked outside the door while he was speaking, and when he heard the silence of the people behind him, his movements were slightly slow, and he looked back from the door frame, and saw those eyes looking at him in fear.

His footsteps paused, and he sighed and walked back: "I really don't know what to do with you. I have never told a lie in my life. I am afraid I will make an exception for you. I can hide it for you, but let's talk about it first. I will show no mercy if he caused trouble to you."

Ah Zhuo got up and bowed deeply to him: "Thank you, Second Senior Brother."

"Forget it." Meng Ximao sat down at the table angrily, "However, with such a big fight today, do you think the elder brother will not notice?"

A Zhuo gestured the white mask on his face: "The demon disciples have already explained, and isn't he still awake?"

Jing Zun shuttled back and forth in the middle of the mountain, being idle and bored, he turned into some red silk and hung it on the tree to play. In the afternoon, a large number of branches in the mountain were covered with red silk, which was very festive.

He was afraid that his juniors would be wary of him, and it would be difficult to find him, so he could only wait for them to come to him when they were ready.

Waiting in the room until sunset, the younger brother did not wait, but Yan Shuanghong came to him with a serious face: "Is the lord going to return to Zhaoyan Mountain?"

"Yes."

Yan Shuanghong stared at him blankly for a while, then knelt down on the ground with a plop: "This subordinate has thought about something for a long time, and I have come here to ask the Lord to fulfill it."

"What's the matter?"

Yan Shuanghong said: "I have transformed from a brush into a demon. I have the spirituality of a brush demon, so the things I draw can come true, but now it seems that this is not a good thing. I don't want the paintings to come true again, but I never want to give up painting. Therefore, I want to abolish the demon body, leaving only the demon body."

"This is your freedom, there is no need to report it to me."

"But the subordinates need the assistance of the Lord."

Jing Zun was silent for a while, and said, "Abolishing the demon body is equivalent to cutting off half of your soul."

"Yes, this process cannot be completed by one subordinate, please help the Lord."

"It's very painful to cut off the soul, can you bear it?"

Yan Shuanghong nodded solemnly: "Honorable Master was also cut off from his soul under the thunder calamity back then, didn't he survive it? His Majesty can survive it, and so can his subordinates."

"It is precisely because I have experienced it that I know the pain, and I want to advise you to be cautious. Don't worry about your paintings. If you live, I will kill you."

"No, let's avoid future troubles." Yan Shuanghong shook her head, "Your subordinates are really not afraid, my lord, please do it."

Seeing that she had made up his mind, Jing Zun stopped persuading her and stretched out his hand towards her head.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand. Yan Shuanghong's face was pale, her lips trembled, her eyes were staring, and her mind was already blurred. Jing Zun called Hu Yiqing over, and told her to help him away and take care of him.

The moonlight was heavy, and the junior brother hadn't come to him yet.

He pretended to be taking a walk, walked to the window of his younger brother, and kicked the stones to make some noises.

The window opened, revealing Meng Ximao's head, Meng Ximao said: "Brother, are you awake?"

Jing Zun: "..."

It's late at night, are you still awake?

"Are you here to find Junior Brother, he..." Meng Ximao hesitated, and just now Yu Sibai came to Ah Zhuo, saying that there were some matters in the mountain that he needed to deal with, "He is already asleep, it is better not to wake him up, It seems that we can't leave today, let's go back tomorrow, senior brother, you should rest earlier."

After finishing speaking, he was about to close the window, Jing Zun put his hand on the edge of the window and smiled calmly at him.

Meng Ximao's eyes dodged: "Little brother is really asleep, really, do you want to come in and take a look, or don't come in." He wanted to close the window again, but was still blocked.

Facing the nervous face, Jing Zun said, "I won't go in."

"Oh, good, great." The expression of the person in front of him finally returned to normal.

Jing Zun said: "I heard that the demons have something important to do today, do you know?"

"Oh...they chose a new Demon Lord today. I don't know it very well. After all, it has nothing to do with us."

"Okay, I see." Jing Zun withdrew his hand and closed the window for him, "Go to sleep."

"Hey, good." Meng Ximao felt relieved, closed the window and remembered that he was still in the junior brother's room. He wanted to go back to the room, but then thought about it, what if the senior brother came back again?

So with an idea, I got into the bed, covered myself tightly with the quilt, and wrapped myself in a human shape.

Jing Zun paced towards the main hall, shaking his head secretly: "You two plan to deceive me like this?"

I don't even make up a better reason, I have to find my own excuses.

When he walked to the main hall, Yu Sibai hadn't left yet, he waited outside the door for a while, and heard that Yu Sibai was repairing the main hall and the spirit stone list for refining the elixir before asking his junior to settle the matter.

He didn't come to ask Ah Zhuo for money, but those spending bills had to be signed by the Lord, so that he could go to the demon's treasury to collect the money.

Yu Sibai was also clever, knowing that he would never stamp his seal, so he waited for this opportunity to ask his junior brother to seal him.

Ah Zhuo was very talkative, and after getting his seal, he asked him if it was enough, and if it was not enough, he paid for it himself.

Before Sibai could speak, he vaguely heard coughing outside the door, and changed his words again and again: "That's enough, Zun Jiang has nothing to do, and my subordinates are leaving." He buried his head and walked out, walked a few steps and then turned back to remind, "Zun Master Jiang's hot springs are all hot springs. You can use whatever is prepared for you."

Ah Zhuo didn't want to soak in hot springs, but after being reminded, he felt his skin was dry and longed for water. Now the whole hall is his, and there is no one around at this time. He thought for a while, then walked into a shallow pool, and turned into a fish Tail, feel the warm water vapor brushing over the body.

After lurking in the water for a while, Fang poked his head out, lying on the edge of the pool, beating him with enthusiasm, making him drowsy.

A figure approached for no reason, and when he found it, the figure was already very close. He backed away in shock, trying to sink back to the bottom of the water, but his wrist was grabbed.

He tremblingly raised his eyes, and when he saw who was coming, he heaved a long sigh of relief. Just as he was about to call senior brother, he suddenly thought of his current identity, and couldn't help panicking again, but he had to pretend to be calm: "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the dormitory of this deity?"

Fortunately, he was still wearing that mask, and deliberately lowered his voice, making his voice a little different from usual.

Jing Zun pulled him and said with a smile: "So you are today's new Demon Lord?"

"Since you know it, why don't you let it go?"

Jing Zun saw that his wrist was clenched red, so he had no choice but to let go. A Zhuo hurriedly backed away. His clothes were just on the stone steps behind Jing Zun. He had to go around Jing Zun if he wanted to take it. In the water, let's talk about it after people leave.

He sank down, only showing his head: "If you don't leave, I will call someone."

Sitting by the pool, Jing Zun said with a smile: "Maybe the lord has heard about us. We are all disciples of Zhaoyan Mountain. We have been rescued here to cultivate for several days, but we are still not familiar with it. I just came here when I lost my way. I’ve come here, and now I want to go back, but I don’t know how to go back.”

"You go outside the hall, and any disciple you call can take you back."

"Okay." Jing Zun replied, but didn't move, looking at the looming fish tail in the pool, "So the new Demon Lord is a mermaid?"

"I……"

"Don't worry, my lord, I won't say it, but my lord still needs to be careful in the future, luckily I met you today." After a pause, he continued, "My junior brother is also a mermaid, and you are of the same race as you, Mozun. "

"Oh, it's none of my business."

I groaned in my heart: [Senior brother, why don’t you leave? If he asks a few more questions, I don’t know how to answer...]

Jing Zun held back his smile and continued, "Why don't I bring Junior Brother over to meet Mozun?"

[what? ]

"No, no, I don't want to see him." The people in the pool buried their heads lower, "He has nothing to do with me."

"Okay." Jing Zun said, "Although the four protectors are unreliable, they can come in handy at critical moments. Your lord just orders them."

A Zhuo frowned: "This is my business, and it's not up to you, an outsider, to point fingers."

"Well." Jing Zun nodded and continued, "The demons have been stable for thousands of years, and there has been no outside invasion. It is still a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and it is good for recuperation."

A Zhuo leaned on the side of the pool and wondered: [Why did the senior brother tell this new demon so much, he never said anything like that to me. ]

Jing Zun: "..."

He had no choice but to stand up and keep a little distance from this "new Demon Venerable", rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Indeed, it is not up to me, an outsider, to intervene in the matter of the Demon Venerable, and I am only because the Venerable Lord and my junior brother are of the same clan." , said a few more words, and now I’m leaving, it’s not too late, I’m going to see my junior brother.”

"Wait a minute..." The people in the pool quickly stopped him, "You... you want to see your junior brother now?"

"Does the lord want to interfere with this?"

"Don't go first."

"Why?"

A Zhuo frowned and thought: "I...I still have something to tell you."

"Okay." Jing Zun sat down again.

After watching the younger brother swim a few laps in the water, he poked his head out and said hesitantly, "You...have you eaten?"

Jing Zun: "..."

"I'd better go see my junior brother, my lord, take your time." He was about to get up again.

A Zhuo got anxious and grabbed his sleeve: "I still have something to say."

He was pulled forward a little, the hem of his clothes fell into the water, his hair swept across A Zhuo's mask, and then fell down his neck and onto his shoulders.

Jing Zun brushed his hair, facing the mask, and said softly, "What do you want to say?"