I'm going to fight

"Could it be that you mean that I'm pregnant with Yazi's child?" Situ Che said viciously, it's too annoying, he's obviously from the opposing camp, why follow him to guess riddles? !

"Cough, cough cough... Shenjun, you are so interesting..." Ye Po was drinking tea, when he heard his sudden sentence, he coughed for a long time.

"Your Highness, don't say a few words, and your true nature will be exposed when you speak." Fusang pushed him twice.

Ye Po walked up to him and sat down, "What is the relationship between the Divine Lord and His Highness Yazi?"

"He and I are just ordinary brothers, what else can there be?"

He glanced at Ye Po, and felt that there was something deep in those eyes, and sure enough, Ye Po whispered to him: "I heard that His Highness Yazi is very obsessed with you, the god."

... Jai Zi, you are so obsessed with your family, finally know, and the whole world knows, okay!

"It's just rumors, how can God have feelings." He turned his face, and smiled faintly at Ye Po, "You monsters probably heard that Yazi abolished the gods, and thought that I was on good terms with him, so you will treat this as an after-dinner meal. Yu Tan. It's a pity that I want to disappoint you, I have nothing to do with Yazi...now, he is no longer a god, so it has nothing to do with me."

Fusang was slightly taken aback.He is in the underworld, obviously saying that even if His Highness Yazi is possessed, he is still his younger brother... He obviously means that, no matter what, His Highness Yazi will not change...

He obviously said so.

"Xuanni, don't be presumptuous here! You are just an incompetent god who was expelled from Dingyuntian, and dare to speak nonsense here, do you have the right to call His Highness Yazi!?"

With a loud shout, the boy in pink rushed into the main hall, pointing at him with fingertips trembling with anger, the boy's face flushed, his light pink eyes were as beautiful as lotus petals, but they were full of frenzied murderous intent.

"Who are you?" Situ Che tilted his head, the young man in front of him looked very familiar, but he just couldn't remember who it was.

"Shenjun is so cold, he and you are colleagues." Ye Po smiled, leaning on the chair, ready to watch the big show in a leisurely state.

Colleagues...?He looked at the boy, who was holding the sword at his waist tightly, like a wolf ready to go, and would draw his sword if he didn't pay attention.

The boy's eyes sank, his melodious voice carried the femininity of a boy, his eyes couldn't penetrate any light, and there was a kind of oppressive force that was about to come.

"Nan Lian."

Hearing this name, not only Fusang, but also Situ Che was stunned.

Nanlian is the former patriarch of the Yao nationality, and Yaohe was born in the Yao nationality, after the Wushan goddess Yaoji.When he was a teenager, he had crossed paths with Nan Lian, but Nan Lian hated him extremely.

Now that the enemies meet each other, they are extremely jealous.

"I heard in the early years that Nanlian Tianjun abandoned the position of patriarch and willingly degenerated into a demon. I thought it was a rumor." Situ Che took a deep breath, and after soothing his breathing, he half-closed his peach blossom eyes, "I didn't expect to become a fox demon!" Seeing that the patriarch she adores has fallen to this point, Yaohe might cry, right?"

"Shut up! You don't deserve to mention Yaohe's name at all!"

Situ Che frowned slightly, and just about to stand up, Bai Ren's blade stopped in front of his eyes, and the sword in Nan Lian's hand pressed against his neck.

Time seemed to stand still, there was no sound in the air, only Nan Lian's panting like a beast.

"You are a cunning god who keeps saying that you hate gods and have no emotions, but you are the most heartless god in the world!" Nan Lian's eyes stared straight at him, and the demonic energy spread from the side of the young man, Drenched by the darkness, the pink pupils were filled with hatred, and the boiling anger could not be suppressed, pouring out, "You have trampled on Yaohe and Yazi, and you are still so arrogant..."

"Since you have left the heavens, you don't have any position to judge me." Situ Che interrupted him, with coldness in his pure black eyes, "Besides, now you are willing to degenerate and serve the demons. How did I Treating them has nothing to do with you."

Nan Lian's anger deepened, the blade slashed across Situ Che's face, the sharp pain made him frown, he raised his eyes to look at Nan Lian who was almost insane, he felt something bad in his heart, Nan Lian would definitely kill him if he went on like this , He glanced at Ye Po who was standing by, raised his head, looked behind Nan Lian, raised the corners of his lips and smiled lowly, "Master, your dog bites people, it really hurts, dogs from heaven, more or less Let's teach him a lesson."

At the moment when Nan Lian turned her head, Situ Che escaped from his sword and ran towards Ye Po, shouting, "Shang Tianhe! Kill someone! Help!"

Ye Po saw the domineering young boy running towards him like a little beast a second ago, couldn't help smiling, raised his eyes and flashed the sword light, Nan Lian's sword was already slashing towards him.

Ye Po was also unambiguous, leaned over to snatch it up, pulled out the soft sword in his sleeve with his backhand, turned a circle in his hand, and stabbed Nan Lian's shoulder obliquely, the trick was quite subtle, accurate and fast, Nan Lian hurriedly Swinging the sword to the grid, I saw the soft sword entangled along the edge of the sword like a snake, Nan Lian couldn't break free, Ye Po shook his left hand, and two hidden weapons hit the young man's face.

A burst of mist came with the wind, the hidden weapon was obviously poisoned, Nan Lian had no choice but to let go of the sword, and narrowed her figure, narrowly dodging it, the two hidden weapons pierced straight into the floor.Nan Lian's eyes were red, half kneeling on the ground, staring up at Ye Po, "Why are you protecting him?"

"The guest of the national teacher, didn't he say it himself?" Seeing the young man's sharper eyes, Ye Po smiled helplessly: "Lord Li An Mojun also ordered you not to hurt him, have you forgotten?"

Seeing this, Situ Che poked his head out from behind Ye Po's chair, saw the two people looking at him at the same time, hey hey twice, "Young hero has extraordinary skills, I admire you."

Nan Lian put the sword back into the scabbard, hummed, turned her head and left.

"There are so many people who hate the god." Ye Po picked up the soft sword on the ground, put it in his sleeve, turned his head, his dark eyes were teasing, "Even I want to protect you, the god."

"Okay, how about hanging out with me?" He smiled, and sat beside Ye Po under Fusang's contemptuous gaze.

Ye Po's fingers caressed his face, Situ Che's eyes moved slightly, but he was still smiling.The young man in snow clothes approached him, and could almost feel the breath of the other party. Ye Po looked at him deeply, and smiled after a long while: "I don't have enough practice, I'm afraid I can't agree to the god...otherwise it will only fall to Goddess Yaohe and Goddess Yaohe." What will happen to His Highness Yazi."

"Aren't you monsters chasing desires? Why are you afraid?"

"Pursuing desires and being trapped by obsessions are completely different, Lord Shen." Ye Po stood up and bowed, "If you are unfortunately infatuated with you, Lord Shen, then there will be more weaknesses that will be stabbed by you at any time Well...that kind of thing, His Royal Highness Yazi ♂ has experienced it, after him, I am afraid that no one will dare to covet you."

After finishing speaking, he bowed again and left lightly.

Situ Che looked at his back, his eyes darkened, clearly filled with sadness.After being silent for a long time, seeing that Fusang was sweating, he turned his head and asked, "Little Fusang, the monster is so rude, leave me here, one or two run away after finishing talking, what is it? Do you think you are so handsome?"

"Big, probably?" The topic changed too quickly, even though Fusang was used to it, he still couldn't keep up.

Seeing her nodding, Situ Che beamed with joy, "I'll try it next time, and put on a chic back after speaking, and prepare a vulgar smile when people call me. What a smile when you look back, tsk tsk, you will definitely be fascinated." A lot of people!"

Fusang: "..."

After chatting nonsense for a while, they drank all the cakes and tea and were about to take Fusang away when a servant stepped forward and said, "My lord, please stay and prepare a dinner."

Seeing that he wanted to refuse, the servant added: "I have notified the prime minister's residence that you will stay here tonight."

"Stay overnight?" Many words flashed through Situ Che's mind.

Why does he want to live in the National Teacher's Mansion!

The endless insults in his heart came to Situ Che's mouth, but he just put on a forced smile, "I see, can you send a message to my parents so that they can feel at ease?"

"Yes." The servant bowed and stepped back.

Since the bastard national teacher is not here, Nan Lian and Ye Po will leave after playing handsome, so he will not be polite and drag Fu Sang around.

Compared with the purely malicious collection of magical plants and monsters in the imperial palace, the National Teacher's Mansion pays more attention to aesthetics. Although it is full of poisonous flowers, it is still beautiful. The flowers are full of flowers, competing for splendor. If you don't know what species they are, you may think they came to the world. wonderland.

He walked to the flower bed, twirled a fiery red flower, and turned to Fusang, "Little Fusang, do you know what kind of flower this is?"

"I don't know, flowers are flowers, and they can't be eaten." Fusang pursed her mouth.

"I know what you want to ask me, so let me finish what I said earlier?" Situ Che rubbed his hair and said with a smile, "This is a flower candle, and there are other names...Anthurium, An Zu The flowers, um, and the anthurium, the leaves, petals and stems are all poisonous."

Fusang sighed shamelessly, "Has Your Highness finished being handsome..."

"Yaohe said it was very similar to the color of my hair."

Fusang was taken aback, looking at Situ Che who was holding bright red flowers and lowered his eyes, with a cold smile on his lips.That's right, the former His Royal Highness Suan Ni, or the God Lord Yang Yao, because of practicing fire spells, the ends of his jet-black hair were dyed sporadic red.

"Your Highness, Goddess Yaohe said you..."

Before he finished speaking, Situ Che had already stood up straight and looked at the sky, "Ah, have you stayed in the National Teacher's Mansion for so long? It's getting dark."

"Young Master Situ, it's meal time." A servant in gray came up behind him and said respectfully.

Rolling his eyes, he stretched out his hand to Fusang, "Little Fusang, let's go."

Fusang frowned and nodded.

Contrary to his imagination, the Guoshi's family didn't get him some fairy beast soup for cooking, but some very common household meals, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, so he and Fusang started a battle, together with Nan Lian's The two of them snatched all the food, Nan Lian was so angry that she jumped up and down, wishing she could kill him with a knife.

"Shenjun isn't wary at all." Seeing him and Fusang eating hard, Ye Po smiled, "This place is no better than the heavens, isn't Shenjun afraid of us being poisoned?"

Taking a sip of his wine, Situ Che half-closed his eyes, "After all, Li An is also my old friend, and... don't you all want my heart?"

He knew what the heart they wanted was definitely not the heart in the mortal body, but...

Suanni's heart.

"Shenjun is really good at bullying people." Ye Po sighed, and the national teacher had already put down the bowl and left without saying a word.

Situ Che pushed away Ye Po who was sitting beside him, and yelled at the national teacher: "Shang Tianhe, didn't your mother tell you to chat with the old man after dinner—for example, me!"

"Once you drink, you will go crazy, drink to death!" Nan Lian couldn't see him, dragged him up rudely, and threw him outside.

Fusang quickly ran to pull up the little Situ Che, and stared at Nan Lian, "How could you treat Your Highness so rudely!"

"I'm an old god over 300 years old—" Situ Che grinned in pain.

"His Royal Highness Suanni and Yangyao Shenjun who are famous all over the world are just Zhuzi who became famous!" Nan Lian held the sword at her waist, and looked contemptuously at Situ Che, who was leaning on Fusang's knee, with misty eyes, "... Yaohe and Yazi are really blind."

Ye Po smiled lazily, "Nan Lian, it's rare to see you so impulsive... It's up to Goddess Yaohe and His Highness Yazi to make friends with them, why should you..."

"You don't understand anything!" Nan Lian gave Situ Che a gouged look, and left with her hands.

"Xiao Nanlian is acting handsome again? Really——I can't stand it!" He looked at Nanlian blinking, "Xiao Nanlian is much younger than me. I quit working when he was born... I only know how to worship Yazi, hum!"

Fusang helped Situ Che up. The nine-year-old child was very light. She pulled him onto the stone bench in the yard. Although the demonic aura was heavy, because the body was a mortal body, there was no actual damage.In the past, His Royal Highness Suan Ni liked to taste sweet wine very much, but every time he got drunk, he would get drunk. It was Ya Zi who cleaned up the mess.

Fusang is not interested in His Royal Highness Suan Ni, who likes to sing loudly, is clingy and sets fires everywhere.When she was in Dingyuntian, she had seen His Royal Highness Suan Ni nestled in Yazi's arms. He was even more evil than the fox demon in the demon world, with peach blossom eyes shining brightly, seducing people so hard that they couldn't extricate themselves.

She also thought that only His Highness Yazi was so calm and able to withstand the temptation of His Highness Suan Ni, but she was wrong, and she was wrong too much.

She glanced at Situ Che who was sleeping soundly on the stone table, and could only hope for some cold wind and some hot tea to unwind.

When she was walking towards the stone table with the freshly brewed tea, the young child who was already drunk was leaning on the table, looking at the sky, with unprecedented tenderness in his eyes.Afraid of breaking this peaceful beauty, Fusang stopped, staring at Situ Che with his breath held.

But she was discovered, and Situ Che smiled at her, with a hint of drunkenness, "Little Fusang, come and talk to me."

"Yes." Fusang came to him and sat down.

"What did Xiao Yaohe say about me?" Situ Che poured himself a glass of water, "Don't you just want to ask me about Xiao Yaohe today? I'm in a good mood. I'll answer whatever you ask... An unprecedented benefit Woolen cloth."

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