Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

Qian Shu sat at the counter, put down the notebook in his hand, looked at Wen Chuyi, then at Zi Sangyue, "Do you know each other?"

Wen Chuyi was surprised but calmed down after a while. After all, he only needed to ask a little bit to know his relationship with Qian Shu, "a one-sided relationship."

Zi Sangyue smiled irrefutably, and said: "If Your Excellency doesn't mind, you can have a table with us."

Wen Chuyi looked at her for a moment, then smiled back, "Okay."

Xiaobing moved a small bench and sat on the edge of the counter playing straw weaving. Hearing a familiar voice, she immediately put down the grass rabbit and grass bird in her hands, and ran over with short legs to hug Wen Chuyi's leg. The expressionless little face showed a rare expression of surprise, "Daddy!"

"Ouch!!" Qian Shu, who hadn't been remembered by the face-blind Xiaobing until now, was almost sore, his handsome facial features were wrinkled, and his whole body exuded the fragrance of lemon.

Wen Chuyi picked up Xiaobing, sat across from the two of them, and took out a handful of dried fish from the Qiankun ring, and fed it to Xiaobing like a cat. is nice.

Zi Sangxi knew that she would not be able to bring back the Yuan Devouring Beast with strong means. For example, the compass looking for Yuan Devouring Beast now seemed stupid, no matter where she stood, the pointer would not move.

But how could the smart girl give in, she clapped her hands and came up with a brilliant idea, she looked at Wen Chuyi with burning eyes,

"Hey, do you want to come to our Zisang tribe to play? I can reluctantly take you for a stroll."

"I advise you not to be ignorant of good and bad, Zisang is the most powerful tribe in Xizhou, how many people want to join but are not qualified to enter... huh?"

In the middle of Zi Sangxi's speech, she suddenly found that she couldn't make a sound, and she knew who did it without thinking. She stared at Zi Sangyue angrily with round eyes.

Zi Sangyue didn't pay attention to the speech of this half-sister's idiot. If she didn't see that her mind was still pure, she would not have chosen her to come to Zhongzhou together, "Little sister is stupid, please don't take her words to heart .”

Although the age of the orcs is not as old as that of the Yaoxiu, they are also older than the humans. In other words, Zi Sangxi is only seventeen or eighteen years old, so Wen Chuyi naturally won't care about her.

"No," Wen Chuyi patted Xiaobing on the head and asked him to play, "You two seem to have something to say to me?"

Zi Sangyue fixed Zi Sangxi in place, crossed her white hands on her chin, with a careless smile on her face,

"Your Excellency didn't tell your teacher about the two of my sisters entering Xuanjianzong at night. As a reward, I will also tell you something."

"Appreciate further details."

Wen Chuyi didn't tell Master about them. One reason is that Zi Sangyue's cultivation level is comparable to Yuanying Dzogchen. If she wants to do something, she can do it quietly. Instead of letting her sister barge in carelessly.

The second is the feeling Zi Sangyue gave her. From her eyes, she can see that she doesn't care about this matter, whether she can take Xiaoju back, or even...

"The Devouring Beast has been with you for more than ten years, you should know its abilities by now,"

A lazy female voice suddenly sounded in his head, and Zi Sangyue transmitted the voice to Wen Chuyi, "Xizhou is now frequently seen, and you know what the next step is."

"I can only tell you that not only are we looking for Yuan Devouring Beasts, but Xizhou will be occupied soon, very soon."

After the words fell, Zi Sangyue stood up and picked up Zi Sangxi, who was as stiff as a salted fish, "Excuse me first."

Wen Chuyi lowered his eyelashes, tapped his fingers on the table, and the barrier was undone silently.

Qian Shu turned his head to look at the two sisters who went upstairs, with a look of pity in his eyes. The little girl who looks so iconic, but suffers from intermittent paralysis, is really pitiful.

"Hey, what did you just say?" Seeing that the person had already gone upstairs, Qian Shu winked at Wen Chu, feeling a little obscene for no reason.

As soon as Wen Chu heard his tone, he squinted at him, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't had time to tell him, so he puffed up his chest, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I already have a date."

"what!"

Qian Shu's sound was extremely loud in the quiet inn, startled Xiaobing sitting at his feet, and almost spilled the dried fish in his hand.

He raised Bai Shengsheng's small face, and said seriously in a childish voice, "Don't be so surprised, it will scare the children."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Qian Shu bent down and stroked Xiaobing's soft hair, apologized proficiently, then lifted his robe, and walked quickly towards Wen Chuyi, the pressure of gossip couldn't be suppressed,

"When did you two get together? Who is it? Do I know each other?"

"Yeah," Wen Chuyi poured himself a cup of hot tea, his brows and eyes were full of smiles behind the white mist, "it's my junior brother."

Qian Shu was silent for a moment, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took out several scripts from his Qiankun bag, "I bet on the right one! You're welcome, these are scripts for you and your junior brother, I haven't read them, just Buy it for collection."

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside very quickly, and Wen Chuyi's eyes moved slightly, but did not show it.

Looking away, when he saw the pile of story books, his eyelids twitched involuntarily, and stopped Qian Shu from continuing to pull out, "Okay, okay, I'm here to ask you something."

Qian Shu saw that Wen Chuyi's face didn't look like he was joking, so he stopped taking out the book and sat up straight, "Say it."

"Do you know the latest news from the City Lord's Mansion?" Wen Chuyi put the words on the table into the Qiankun Ring.

"City Lord's Mansion," Qian Shu touched his chin, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I haven't heard of anything happening recently, it should be said that there has been nothing in the past hundred years..."

"Wait! I remembered, Zhenjun Yuli!" He clapped his hands suddenly, "I heard from my distant cousin who works in the City Lord's Mansion that your master seems to have often come to see the Young City Lord in the past six months."

The city lord of Mojiu city died of illness decades ago, and now Mojiu city is under the control of the young city lord, but this young city lord has no spiritual roots, and his health is not very good, so he rarely comes out of the city lord's mansion.

For so many years, Wen Chuyi has never seen the appearance of the young city lord. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. This young city lord has a very weak sense of existence, but such a person is a good friend with the indifferent and aloof Zhenjun Yuli...

Wen Chuyi chatted with Qian Shu for a while, and played with Xiaobing for a while. The winter sky was getting dark very quickly. It was only five or six o'clock, and it was already dark.

Saying goodbye to the two of them, he walked out of Youqian Inn. Perhaps because of the weather, the street was much deserted. Although the shops were open, the dead leaves blown down by the cold wind were the most frequently passed by.

Walking outside the city gate, Wen Chuyi was about to return to the sect with his sword when he caught a glimpse of a tall black figure standing outside the woods from the side. clear appearance.

Wen Chuyi put away his sword, turned around, walked towards the man in black, and then stopped at a suitable distance, "Long time no see, Mo Da."

"You are together." The black figure took a step forward, stepped out of the shadow of the big tree, his voice was mellow and somewhat hoarse, Mo Moda didn't say who it was, but both of them knew it well.

"Yes." Wen Chuyi answered clearly and briefly, trying to reduce the secondary damage to him.

"Then you know," Mo Moda slowly raised his hand and took off his hood, revealing a pair of broken horns with only the roots left, and scarlet red pupils. The dark devil energy lingered around him, and he stared closely at Wen Wen. With the eyes of the first grader, he spread his palms, "His real identity?"

Wen Chuyi's expression remained unchanged. If it was about Zhou Yuyue's cultivating a demon, he would have told himself a long time ago.

Knowing that he didn't believe it, Mo Moda crushed the picture stone in his hand. The next moment, two palm-sized three-dimensional images appeared in the air:

The sky was gloomy and gloomy. On the steps made of black gold and stone, bright red blood flowed down like a stream. On the steps, there was a demon head with a ferocious face, and his protruding eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes. Further up, there was an extremely vast palace. It was full of demon corpses.

The black demon energy mixed with the scarlet blood energy blurred the vision. Among the remains of the corpses, there was only one person standing, with black hair like crow feathers hanging down, wearing black clothes darker than the night, holding a silver white frost sword in one hand, and the other In one hand... was holding a head with huge magic horns.

"Ah Yue! Why are you doing this!" In the picture, Mo Moda broke in from the door, looked at the man in the middle in shock and anger, and when he saw the familiar head in his hand, his eyes immediately turned red, "Why do you Can...you actually killed my father!"

The blood mist seemed to dissipate suddenly at this moment, the man turned around, the silver lines between his brows seemed to have streamers, his eyes were as red as blood, but he looked like a banished fairy, mixing righteousness and evil, forming a strange fatal attraction.

"Because," Zhou Yuyue's white face was smeared with scarlet blood, she casually tossed the head of the demon king aside, her eyes did not contain any waves, and she replied casually, "I want this position."

"It's you! Killed the father!" Suddenly, several demons who looked somewhat similar to Mo Moda rushed in from outside the screen.

The picture of the photo stone gradually blurred, and the voice was not heard very clearly, but the one who stood at the end was still the young man in black who was both good and evil.

Mo Moda withdrew his hand, and the shattered picture stone slipped through his fingers. He looked at Wen Chuyi, tore off his collar, revealing a hideous scar on his chest, "This is what he left. I picked it up by chance." Return a life."

"Wen Chuyi, your junior brother is the Demon King."

……

The top of Jiafeng Mountain.

Zhou Yuyue walked on the plain white snow, slowly wiping away the blood that accidentally splashed on her fingertips, her rosy lips curled slightly.

The mouse that has been hiding for so many years is still of some use. Although it couldn't stand it and died, the long-returned mouse's nest... will be found soon.

"buckle--"

Zhou Yuyue only knocked once, and the door opened from the inside immediately.

He is no stranger to this courtyard, he walked in with ease, walked around the corridor, and stood in front of a house, "Master."

"Come in." Zhenjun Yuli's voice came from inside, a little vague.

Zhou Yuyue pushed the door open and entered, looking at Zhenjun Yuli who was sitting on the rug on the left and reading a book, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, it was strange, a person who has always pursued simplicity would remove the original futon and put a Zhang collapsed so abruptly.

Hearing the sound, Yu Li raised his head and looked at the handsome young man walking towards him. His eyes fell on his face and waistline, and he curled his lips calmly.

He put down the book, hooked his fingers slightly, and closed the door. At the same time, an enchantment rose outside the entire courtyard.

Zhou Yuyue turned her head to look at the tightly closed door, her tone could not detect any emotion, "What is the meaning of Master?"

"Yu Yue," Yu Li stood up, the shadow cast by her slender body just shrouded Zhou Yuyue, "As the only family of incense left in this world, we should support each other."

He held the young man's slightly thin shoulders, with a strong and undeniable force, but his voice was very soft, "Shuangxiu with me."