You are really not the father of the child

Tao Ning immediately stepped forward to support Yan Qing.

He didn't even dare to touch this little monster that Geng Yihuai obviously treated differently. The monster power supported Yan Qing's body, separating Tao Ning's hand and Yan Qing's body with a thin layer of monster power flow.

"Yan Qing?" Tao Ning tried to shout.

The other party didn't respond at all, and all the demonic power flow could not be detected, as if the person who fainted in front of him was an ordinary human being, not a little flower demon who had practiced for hundreds of years.

Tao Ning struggled for a moment.

"...I'm really miserable. How can I dare to provoke him in Lao Geng's current state." He supported Yan Qing, tapped his finger lightly, and the dark black monster power flowed out from the fingertips, and quickly penetrated into the center of his eyebrows.

It is a big taboo for the monster clan to instill demon power into the opponent's body without consent. Even Geng Yihuai, who saw Yan Qing's demon power stop at the beginning, did not investigate when Yan Qing showed no serious problems.

But Tao Ning was helpless now, Geng Yihuai had already gone out, and Yan Qing still didn't wake up, so he had no choice but to make a bad move.

Although the little flower demon's Taoism is extremely shallow, the demon power in her body is very pure, it is not suppressed by the coercive demon power of the big gluttonous demon, but is more active, and the circulation of demon power is about to resume.

Tao Ning couldn't help straightening his expression, his eyes narrowed and became more serious.

——The blood of this little guy is not afraid of the coercion of his big monster.

This is impossible.All the great demons in ancient times died in that battle, only he and the young Geng Yihuai never fell, and the little flower demon was just a simple rose tree, so where could the pressure of bloodlines come from that could not match him? Up and down, or even like a duck to water?

Seeing that everything was back to normal for Yan Qing, and he was about to wake up, the moment Tao Ning pulled out his monster power, he suddenly noticed something different about Yan Qing.

Delusion?

It's an illusion! ?

No, that feeling is too obvious, not an illusion.

Yan Qing's demon core, which condenses demon power and maintains the vitality of the whole body, unexpectedly slowly condenses a small demon core that has just formed and is still very insignificant.

This demon pill is not a dead thing, on the contrary, the little demon pill is slowly forming... a new life.

It was precisely because it was absorbing the nutrients of life that Yan Qing's own demon core stagnated as suddenly as just now.

This little demon pill is still very weak, apparently only a few days after its birth, if it wasn't for Tao Ning's cultivation level, even Yan Qing himself might not be able to find it.

"... Mr. Tao?"

A soothing voice sounded, and Yan Qing woke up leisurely.It took only a moment to pass out just now, no different from the last time he passed out.

He pulled out his sober consciousness from the daze, looked at Tao Ning's shocked and dazed expression, and suddenly remembered what happened before he passed out.

"—I'll go find Mr. Geng!"

Without saying a word, he got up and walked out, trotting away in the direction where Geng Yihuai had left just now, leaving Tao Ning sitting there alone and continuing to stare blankly.

"...I really broke this time." He was shocked, subconsciously picked up the empty plate on the side and stuffed it into his mouth. Is... a newly formed child?"

But Yan Qing is a genuine male monster.

Whose?There is only one species in this world that can make all males pregnant.

"Old, old Geng!???"

……

Yan Qing lost consciousness for only a short 1 minute. It was not too late when he chased out of the private room. After turning a few turns, he saw a man paying the bill at the front desk with a straight face.

He could only see the side face of the other person. The light at the front desk outlined the man's tough outline, his deep blue eyes were full of frost, and the hand of the cash collector at the front desk trembled a little as he handed back the bank card.

Geng Yihuai took the bank card, stuffed it in his pocket casually, and strode out of the food stall.

Yan Qing followed immediately: "Mr. Geng!"

Geng Yihuai ignored him, and didn't even go to the place where he parked the car just now, but kept walking towards the direction where the flow of people became less and less, as if he wanted to leave all the hustle and bustle behind him.

Yan Qing bumped into several people in a row, so he had to secretly use his demon power to catch up.

When his slightly cold palm grasped the other's arm, the two of them had walked to the side alley, completely separated from the hustle and bustle of the outside street.

This place is originally located in a remote place, and if you turn around at will, you will find small alleys and alleys that have not been expanded.

That night was dim, and in the lonely alley, under the warm yellow light cast by the dilapidated street lamp, he crashed headlong into the strong arms of the man.

A memory flashed in Yan Qing's mind, and his hand subconsciously retracted as if it had been electrocuted.

But Geng Yihuai stopped in his tracks and did not move forward.

He said, "You go back."

Yan Qing refused: "Did I say something wrong just now that offended you?"

The other party was obviously out of shape after he finished talking about the idea of ​​the myth of the Northwest Sea.

"Are you afraid of the smell of smoke?" Geng Yihuai asked him suddenly.

Yan Qing shook his head: "I'm not afraid of smells."

Geng Yihuai leaned against the wall of the alley, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and put it on the spot in one breath, exhaling a cloud of hazy smoke in the cold air.

Yan Qing cautiously: "Mr. Geng? If I really offended you by accident, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."

Geng Yihuai chuckled lightly.

This voice is completely different from the previous tone of playing with Yan Qing, or chatting casually, like a cold edge that has been wiped away.

"It's nothing, I lost control just now, I should say sorry."

Yan Qing was taken aback: "Why did it get out of control? Is it related to what I said...the idea of ​​the Northwest Sea myth?"

Geng Yihuai asked him: "Why did you come up with this idea?"

"Think about it day and night, sometimes you will dream, sometimes you will have a flash of thought, piecemeal together."

Geng Yihuai nodded.Maybe it's some fragments of memory passed down by the ancestors. This is not uncommon among the monster race. The little guy still has the indistinct and outstandingly talented illusion world power. It is not uncommon to have these fragments.

Yan Qing saw that he didn't speak: "Mr. Geng? If you really offend you, can you tell me? I will avoid it next time."

Anyway, he and Geng Yihuai can be regarded as friends now, and what offended each other must be corrected.

Geng Yihuai shook his head: "No."

—— "Which monster race dares to stay in front of his cave? Don't be afraid of getting bad luck!"

——"The Dragon Clan is blessed by the Dao of Heaven, among all the favored sons of the heavens in the clan, he is the only one... Hey..."

——"It's just a monster."

——"Dragon? Breaking off those two horns, what's the difference between those stupid snakes crawling on the ground? These red scales make me sick."

All the gods and demons pass by and dare not stop, they are all afraid.

Are you afraid?

Ah.

The cigarette ash trembled slightly and fell to the ground, and the smoke was carried away by the slanting wind, leaving only empty cigarette butts.Geng Yihuai threw it away casually, and the cigarette butt fell into the trash can beside him without any mistakes.

The little flower demon in front of her was still looking at him cautiously, without any impurities in her eyes.

Instead of treating him as an object that Spring Breeze can continue to pester for a while, he is caring like a pure friend.

The thin chain on the gold-framed glasses swayed, and the short wine-red hair was rolled up by the cold wind, and the mess did not affect the young man's expression in the slightest.A small branch popped out from the middle of the back of the head, with bright red flower buds hanging on the branch, shaking because of nervousness.

Geng Yihuai sighed, raised his hand, covered the opponent's head with his broad palm again, and patted it lightly.

Yan Qing blinked blankly and said, "Why are you touching my head again?"

It seems that they still don't know anything about it.

Geng Yihuai slightly lowered his head to look at him, his mind was filled with the grotesque past, the pure face of the young man in front of him was like light shining through the turbidity, which was incompatible with those pasts.

He said: "Be careful to control your emotions next time." If you sway the branches unconsciously in front of other big monsters, do you need others to help you shoot them back?

Yan Qing didn't understand what he meant at all: "Oh, I will pay attention to what I say next time, so as not to make you angry."

Geng Yihuai: "..."

He has never said it more than once, but now he said it for the first time: "Control your emotions and don't be nervous."

"Ah?" Yan Qing was taken aback, with a light voice, "It refers to this. Mr. Geng doesn't like seafood, but his management is wider than the sea..."

The last sentence was a mutter in his mouth, without the slightest feeling of blame, instead it seemed like a casual rebuke - to Geng Yihuai's ears, it sounded more like coquettishness, which he thought he couldn't hear.

He didn't pretend he didn't hear, but nodded affirmatively: "Yeah."

Yan Qing: "Huh what?"

"answer you."

"Answer me what?"

"I do manage wider than the sea."

Yan Qing: "..."

The little flower demon didn't speak this time, but rolled her eyes, not knowing what to complain about in her heart.

Then, Yan Qing suddenly remembered something: "By the way, have you lost your temper yet? Tao Ning is still waiting in the food stall! Let's go back?"

It's not temper, it's just that those things were pulled out in an instant as the past that was suppressed in his heart was crushed.

Geng Yihuai didn't argue, just nodded: "Okay."

Yan Qing smiled, and was about to turn around, when there was a noise of motorcycle engines at the entrance of the alley, the tires were rubbing desperately on the muddy ground after heavy rain, black water splashed everywhere, both front and rear A few young people came out.

There were five of them in total. Just the color of their hair was enough to assemble a rainbow. They carried a wooden stick and used it like a machete. The only difference was that they didn't have the word "gangster" tattooed on their faces.

The leader got off the motorcycle, knocked viciously on the brick wall of the alley with the wooden stick in his hand, and said to Geng Yihuai, "Is that luxury car in the parking lot yours? My younger brothers have been watching it for a long time. "

Geng Yihuai raised his eyebrows, didn't speak, didn't bother to answer, and changed back to Mr. Geng who cherished words like gold.

Yan Qing seemed a little dazed, and hadn't realized what these people were here for.

The bastard felt that he might not be vicious enough, so he raised his voice, spit flying out: "We treat fat sheep with courtesy first, then soldiers, give enough money, let you go, or I will smash your car!"

Only then did Yan Qing suddenly realize: "It turned out to be a robbery!"

Geng Yihuai: "..."

The gangster: "..."

The gangster boys posing fiercely: "..."

The young man blinked, his handsome brows raised, he raised his hand to poke Geng Yihuai, and said, "Mr. Geng, Zhang Xun told me—'There are some people around here who don't know how to do anything serious and only use wooden sticks as pawns." Childish ghosts with golden cudgels, they only dare to steal money and dare not smash cars!"

The gangster glanced at the wooden stick in his hand: "..."

Yan Qing took a deep breath, and took a step forward with a serious face, stopping Geng Yihuai who was much taller than himself behind him.

"Don't worry, I... I will protect you!" Mr. Geng, a human being, no matter how powerful he is, he can't beat the five gangsters with motorcycles and wooden sticks.

Mr. Geng, a successful man driving a luxury car who was "protected" for the first time: "?"