The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The warm wind in the enchantment blew Jiang Shuyu's loose long hair slightly into the air. He looked at Xie Yang, waiting for an explanation from him.

careless...

"I..." Xie Yang settled down, and in the next second he forced out a smile, "I think it's boring for Master to be here alone, so come up to accompany you!"

He had a swearing face, and the two small canine teeth inadvertently exposed in his mouth added a bit of sincerity to him, and he knew that Jiang Shuyu would definitely believe it.

Sure enough, Jiang Shuyu stopped asking, let go of his hands, stood up, and jumped off the eaves in two or three steps.

He said indifferently: "Changliu is cold in the mountains, go back to sleep."

After saying that, he walked away without looking back.

Only then did Xie Yang dare to breathe a sigh of relief. Under the moonlight, he lifted the wrist that Jiang Shuyu had pinched just now—the faint scent of plum blossoms was still there, but it was already flushed.

However, it wasn't this that made him flustered. He obviously felt that he couldn't gather his spiritual energy for that palm just now.

Could it be that Jiang Shuyu did something?

No, it's impossible, even if you think about it, since he was resurrected, he hasn't tried his spiritual power. Could it be that he died for too long and disappeared automatically?

"What a fool, it's not good to provoke anyone, you have to provoke him, it's really..." A wave of unrest adds another wave of troubles.

He looked absent-mindedly at the place Jiang Shuyu was looking at just now, except for a few dumb cranes that flew over the barrier and flew in to hide from the wind and snow... But somehow, he understood Jiang Shuyu's mood somewhat.

"Hey..." Xie Yang scratched the back of his head and kicked away a small block in front of him, "Sure enough, people like to be melancholy after living for a long time."

Rhubarb, who was barking at him not long ago, seemed to have sensed his depression or was familiar with him, and rubbed against his legs and refused to leave.

Xie Yang simply picked it up, held it up to his eyes and talked to it: "Huang'er, what should I do, whether to go or stay, give me a word..."

Rhubarb let out a sigh of relief, staring at him silly with a happy face.

"Isn't this a fool!"

Xie Yang let out a long sigh and put Rhubarb down, strode to the Qianhua Pond in Hongmei Xiaozhu with his hands behind his back, while there was no one around, he squatted down and looked at his current face in front of the ice-free spring water .

Light eyebrows, double eyelids, big eyes, fair skin, and an innocent appearance, I am afraid that no one can associate it with the "disaster demon" ten years ago.

But Xie Yang was still looking for something wrong.

"Xiaojiabiyuxiang, doesn't have any aura of domineering at all." He came to the conclusion, while picking up "Fluffy" next to him and said: "Is it Huang..."

"Meow..." The one who had been hugged by Jiang Shuyu and Jiang Miaomiao during the day - Fatty, half-closed his eyelids and responded.

The hoarse voice was like a middle-aged uncle who had just blown ashes.

Xie Yang: "..."

It is said that cats are made of water, but they look like bricks when they come to you.

But these words were blocked by Xie Yang. Firstly, he knew that all the animals and plants on Changliu Mountain had auras, and more or less had some human thoughts. Secondly, the cat still wanted to scratch him during the day, but now he didn’t know. Did she take the wrong medicine, she actually put her head down with his hand, and Mimi whimpered as if she was singing a bedtime nursery rhyme to herself.

Xie Yang just stared at this black-nosed and yellow-eyed tabby tricolor cat for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Are you really... her child?"

"Meow..." Fat Cat was lazy, but still responded.

"...It turns out that time flies so fast. When I first met her, she was younger than you."

Xie Yang's heart was suddenly filled with sadness, but he straightened out his emotions immediately, shaking the half-drowsy raccoon cat awake, and continued with the question that was supposed to be answered by "Huang'er": "Hey! Sister Hua, what do I do now? Is your appearance likable enough, do you think with such a face, I can go to another place to live a new life, marry a wife and raise children?"

"Not for now."

"Who said no? Hit your mouth crooked!"

He asked himself.

Sister Hua: "..."

Having played enough, Xie Yang straightened up, but he had already thought about it in his heart.

Since the recruiter has no wishes for him to fulfill, then he will leave Changliu and live for Xie Yang once before the incident happens!

Having said that, he never found a suitable opportunity to escape. Jiang Shuyu's son is even more annoying than his father. If he has nothing to do, he will teach him how to cultivate his mind with swords. Elegantly called "Dedication of Love"?

Xie Yang was quite disdainful about this: "Please, I have memorized this mentality 18 years ago, okay, so I need you, a yellow-haired kid, to show my courtesy?"

"Hey!"

The wooden sword in Jiang Miaomiao's hand was blowing. If he hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands, his jade buttocks would probably rot right now.

Taking away the "murder weapon", Xie Yang said angrily, "Jiang Shuyu doesn't like corporal punishment! Don't you know?"

"Of course I know." Jiang Miaomiao, with her nostrils up in the air, triumphantly took out a wooden sword from somewhere and tapped it twice in the palm of her hand, and then said, "I'm here to avenge myself, how about it?"

"A brat who is worse than a dog..."

At this time, the wind chime in front of Jiang Shuyu's door rang, and then he saw him carving a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right, wearing the middle coat he had worn on the beam a few days ago, and walked out sleepy.

Who would have thought that he looked like this, but he had just finished sharpening a few swords that were ready to cut people.

Only when he was a little tired would he seem to have a slight relationship with the "vulnerability". Sure enough, in the next second, Jiang Shuyu's cold voice floated over in the wind and cold: "I'm going down the mountain now , what do you want to eat?"

Yes, from the first day he came, he discovered that the father and son Jiang Shuyu and Jiang Miaomiao had amazing talents in sword cultivation, but they could only rely on ready-made meals bought at the foot of the mountain to fill their stomachs.

It's not that the food at the bottom of the mountain is not good, but it's windy and snowy in Songming City, and the sun in the sky is also a cold sun. Although the heat preservation has been strengthened, it's already almost cold when you hold it in your hand.

In the past, Jiang Shuyu didn't know how to cook, so he had to rely on Xie Yang's skillful hands or the monk's restaurant at the foot of the mountain to eat and drink, but now that he has children, he still has this virtue.

In order to win over Jiang Miaomiao to find a chance to go down the mountain, and because he had had enough of cold meals and cold dishes, Xie Yangxiong held Jiang Shuyu back with open arms and said, "I know how to cook. I'll do it later. How cool are you two?" Where to stay!"

Going around a chicken and stepping over a dog is the confidence that never looks back.

He knew that he was not compassionate, but if he said that he was going to cook for his enemy and his precious son, I am afraid that the Bodhisattva would be moved and his clothes would be wet with tears when he came.

"Dad! I said he can cook!"

Suddenly, Jiang Miaomiao's voice sounded behind him, and Xie Yang's heart trembled, thinking that he was showing his feet.

It's just cooking, no way...

Xie Yang wanted to cry but had no tears.

Jiang Miaomiao continued to complain: "You ran to the backyard yesterday morning before dawn and pulled the radishes planted by your father to add to your meal. Don't deny it!"

Xie Yang: "...You guys don't know how to cook, so what are you doing growing that stuff, watching it?"

Besides, rather than saying that those were planted by Jiang Shuyu, he was more willing to believe that the radishes found a place rich in aura and moved them from elsewhere.

Jiang Miaomiao was anxious: "Who said we can't cook, my dad is a good cook!"

"Then why eat the food at the foot of the mountain?"

"Do... want you to take care of it?"

Jiang Miaomiao's eyes wandered, and there seemed to be something strange about this matter.

"Small temper tantrum, I'm not serving you anymore." After turning around, Xie Yang planned to go back the same way, but Jiang Miaomiao sensed his intention and hurriedly stood in front of him: "What are you doing?"

"I practice swords." Xie Yang remained expressionless.

"No!" Jiang Miaomiao was a little anxious, "I also take care of the radish on weekdays! You have to pay me and cook!"

Jiang Shuyu, who was still standing in front of the wind chime, had faint annoyance on his face, and Jiang Miaomiao was afraid that he would not do it, Xie Yang suddenly understood, and then burst out laughing with a "puff"—"It can't be your father who is too cooking too much!" Is it unpalatable?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Shuyu disappeared in front of the wind chime, and what followed was the muffled sound of the door being slammed heavily.