At night, the new little Taoist priests from the Mao family all slept very deeply because of the fatigue of the day.

There was a breath in the courtyard house, and it floated leisurely towards the main courtyard where Ling Qingxuan was.

"What treasure did this little girl from the Mao family get, so many monsters have gone and never returned."

"I'm afraid that the number is small, so it will be so easy to destroy. Tonight we have a lot of monsters, and we must take her blood."

The treetops of the main house are almost full of monsters, from decades to one or two hundred years.

One of the demons has been doing things for 400 years and is aggressive like a boss. "Isn't it just a little girl who follows me, and when the time comes, I will share some of your blood. Who is the new demon? Go to the back."

That demonic aura roamed, and 'beautifully' floated to the back.

The target of the demons was the little girl in the house, and they came out in an instant.

I don't know if the little girl had planned, but the window was half open.

Hearing the blood nearby, Yaoyao became excited.

The four-hundred-year-old demon was the first to charge in.

Seeing that nothing happened for the time being, the other demons followed.

"what--!"

This scream came, and the other demons immediately stopped.

There was no more figure of the monster in front of him, only a monster pill was left in the hand of the little girl who was half-sitting up.

The timid monster was startled, and immediately ran away without a shadow.

The rest of the slow-moving demon didn't have time to be surprised, and only heard a 'pop' and the window was closed.

The little girl had an orange glow, visible to the naked eye.

"That's... isn't that a demon!"

"What a terrifying demon, isn't she human? How could..."

The monsters panicked, and the orange light flourished, leaving the demon pills of those monsters behind.

The demon pill crackled on the ground, and those who wanted to cleanse the profound blood all fell to their knees.

Looking around, there is only a wisp of wafting breath left in the house, ups and downs.

"Do you want my blood too?"

The cold eyes were covered with orange light, and he glanced over. The breath only felt that the whole body was wrapped in cold, and he was pulled in front of the little girl.

That breath returned to its original form, it was Yin Huan.

The little girl's eyes paused, the orange light continued, and she pulled the man onto the bed.

"Woman, what do you want to do..."

The man's eyes widened, looking at her in disbelief.

The little girl didn't do anything else, just pressed him directly and covered the quilt.

The two were close to each other, the thin lips under the mask pursed tightly, "Mao Xiaoling!"

This woman used this method to restrict his movements.

After several times of breaking free, he did not break free.

Sure enough, it was the effect of the demon king demon pill that caused her to be a little confused now.

"Little guy..." Ling Qingxuan stroked his face and called softly.

With frowning between her brows, Yin Huan turned her face away and performed an illusion.

With a moment of '咻——', the illusion was bounced off, and Yin Huan gritted his teeth and said, "Mao Xiaoling, I'm not the person you thought, let go."

He thought she was thinking of herself as the man in the illusion.

"All I think about is you."

The little girl clasped his slender hand and leaned over.

The soft lips were about to touch, Yin Huan moved his body, "Mao—"

In the end, his resistance was ineffective, and the little girl, Overlord, bowed hard and took away his first kiss of three hundred years.

When had Yin Huan been treated like this, his eyes were slightly congested, he looked at the face that was so close at hand, and wanted to shred the little girl directly.

He is also a cheap man. He doesn't sleep in the middle of the night. When he feels demonic, he rushes here. Is it because he is worried about this girl's film?

Being molested by that lilac uvula, the man's ears were slightly red, and his eyes couldn't even turn half an inch.

she... she...

"Um-um-loose-"

If it weren't for the suppression of the thousand-year-old demon pill, he would never be so embarrassed.

Taking advantage of her slack, the man turned over and left the bed. He just turned into a wisp of breath, and was controlled by the demon pill and turned back to his original form.

Damn, this woman.

He was pulled to the bed again, and the wind couldn't even get in the house at the moment.

A pile of demon pills shone with various colors on the ground, the quilt was covered firmly, and the water bed under him was slowly rippling from fine waves.

...

"Miss Xi'er, have you had a good meal recently?"

Seeing the stream swaying weakly, like a ghost, Shang Qingyou asked aloud.

"Young master doesn't have time to take care of me." Xi glanced at the portrait on the desk.

Although Mei Yao was obedient and didn't come to him, he seemed to be unable to forget that person for a while, and he actually drew her appearance.

Xi felt uncomfortable when he saw it anyway, and didn't want to pay attention to him.

The weather is very good today, and the sun is out. It is so clear that Xi opened the window halfway to let in the air.

"Young master is sitting in the house growing grass, it's better to go out and bask in the sun."

Sunlight is also better for the recovery of the body.

The man who always liked to stay indoors stopped and said softly, "What are you doing out, no one wants to see me."

He was in this business mansion, and everyone avoided it, and no one even wanted to come here to take care of him.

"I want to see it, even if no one wants you to be, you can live well yourself."

Xi helplessly snorted, "Then you care about what other people think and do, you don't live for others."

Opening the door, Xi said, "So, son, are you going out to bask in the sun?"

Hearing what she said, Shang Qingyou moved in his heart and squeezed the brush several times before he put it down and got up.

"Okay."

A few steps, Lushang Qingyou can still walk, otherwise he would not have gone to the mountain in the middle of the night to paint the sunrise.

Following behind him, Xi stood guard all the way, "What's better about this small yard? There are so many flowers in the front yard. Don't you like to paint? Why don't you enjoy it?"

With some hesitation, the man faced Xi's clear and unsullied face, and suddenly he was firm, "Okay."

When the servants who were working in the front yard saw Xi taking Shang Qingyou out for a walk, one or two were dumbfounded.

"Who's next to Xi'er?"

"It's no wonder you don't know him. That's the eldest son of the merchant. He stays in his yard all the year round, and the newcomers don't know him."

"The eldest son looks so handsome, but his face is paler."

"Shh..." someone else reminded, "Don't mention this."

The voices of their servants were not small, and even Xi could hear them clearly.

When he arrived at the flower bed in the front yard, Xi moved a stool for Shang Qingyou.

"Young master, let's bask here and get rid of mold."

Xi got himself a small bench and sat beside him.

Such a quiet appearance, so that people could not help but pay more attention.

It didn't take long for Shang Qingyou to feel a little cold, his eyes were slightly sideways, and when he saw Xi dozing off with his head supported, he couldn't help but smile.

"It's really good today, I didn't expect to meet my big brother here."

A male voice suddenly appeared from the side. The merchant's young son, Shang Ming, had a teasing tone, with a condescending expression, dragging him with a playboy.