After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

Chapter 113 Love Lock Cang Yu's Domineering Demon Venerable's Sweetheart Wife, Don't

"Xie Wanwan, you don't really want to be the stepmother of the demon's son, do you?"

Xu Fanglai rested his hands on the stone behind him, a demon leaned back lazily, and he didn't express his astonishing awareness at all.

My face became slightly hot, and I coughed lightly, "It's about disappearing, stop thinking about it."

"Really? Don't fool me," Xu Fanglai looked at me suspiciously, "I've heard what Fei Zhang said..."

"Of course it's true." I paused, smiled, raised my eyebrows coquettishly at him, and said, "What's the relationship between us? I can't lie to you if I lie to anyone."

Xu Fanglai murmured softly, "I'm more..."

I subconsciously wanted to make jokes and fool around, "You are too suspicious, Fangfang, are you old enough? You love to think about things so much."

"At least I'm a straight man," Xu Fanglai poked my ribs with his elbow, "I'm telling you it's serious."

Xu Fanglai and I have never stopped bickering since we were young. We joked and hurt each other every day. Our relationship is indeed very deep. Although he didn't say it directly, I also knew that he cared about me.

"Don't worry, I won't do that." I restrained my smile a little bit, and assured Xu Fang in a steady voice, and I also promised myself.

If you are ruthless, I will rest.

The magic life is very long, there are still many scenery to see, and many things to do, if one's own magic life is wasted on love that knows it is hopeless, it is really not worth it.

"That's good." Xu Fanglai breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a stone and threw it towards the Jinyang River, patted my shoulder, "I believe you, if you say no, you won't."

"By the way," Xu Fanglai seemed to be remembering something, and slapped the stone beside him with staring eyes: "You still let him stay."

"It's too late and it's inconvenient to arrange." I was a little embarrassed, and touched my nose: "It's not a problem to drive guests out at night, let alone there is a little Chang'an."

He made a "tsk" sound, his handsome brows frowned into two crooked black earthworms, and said contemptuously, "He actually used a child to get close to you, he is so scheming."

Scheming?Luo Wuchen?I can't laugh or cry.

"How did it get involved in this?"

Xu Fang said it seriously, as if he took it for granted: "My brother is as beautiful as a flower, he must be interested in sex..."

The more he said it, the more he felt it made sense, "I think what Fei Zhang said makes sense, then Luo Wuchen must have taken a fancy to your beauty and wanted to abduct you to be his son's stepmother."

I got goosebumps all over my body when I heard it, and I just felt that it was awkward.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk," I curled my lips, expressing my disgust, "I didn't say that, you guys are too good at talking."

Wait, Duan...junior brother...?

Until this time, I didn't think of a major problem that I had neglected——

The third junior brother is the most gossipy in the entire Cangyu sect, and he is also the one who talks the most. As long as he knows about one thing, there is not a demon in the entire Cangyu sect who does not know.

"Listen to him talking nonsense, what can he know?" I didn't give up, feeling quite funny, "Could it be that he's squatting in my yard and eavesdropping?"

Xu Fanglai smiled treacherously: "Have you forgotten his racial talent?"

I was slightly taken aback, and suddenly felt a cold chill on my back.

The demon clan is just a general term. There are many types of demons, each with its own special features. For example, the clan that Duan Feizhang was born in can freely disassemble its parts, such as leaving an eye and taking off an ear...

Thinking of this, my complexion changed, okay, I just said why the third junior brother walked so neatly, and I was surprised that he didn't mess around and stay to join in the fun, so it turned out that he had "ears" behind.

It is estimated that by tomorrow morning, the entire Cangyu Sect will spread the terrible rumor that "Brother Xie abandoned his husband and son, and three years later, the suffering master will transform into the new Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, and come to ask for responsibility with his baby."

really is...

I rubbed my hair with a wry smile, and it was the first time I realized what it meant to be "disturbed".

A gust of wind made me shiver. Now it is the time of cold spring, and the wind at night is so cold that it can make people freeze. I was blown by the cold wind, and my dizzy mind gradually calmed down.

whatever.

I thought to myself.

Anyway, I am not afraid of the oblique shadow.

I will comfort Little Chang'an early tomorrow morning, and then tell Luo Wuchen to take Little Chang'an away from Cang Yu, and don't come to me again.

I didn't believe it anymore, I squinted my eyes, and after doing this, what else can the third junior brother tell me.

"Xie Xiaowan," Xu Fanglai said again, "You..."

"All right, all right," I waved my hands, got up and planned to go home, "Just relax."

"Believe it or not, my intuition is very accurate."

"Understood, Mother Xu," I lightly kicked his lower back with my foot, "you can go back to sleep too."

"You can give me something to eat."

"got it."

After bidding farewell to Xu Fanglai, I dragged myself back to my small courtyard.A cold figure stood in the dark yard, just outside my house, to be precise, by the window.

Who is it?

I squinted my eyes.

I was stunned when I recognized who the figure was.

"Demon Venerable... my lord?"

Luo Wuchen had his back to me, and when he heard my voice, he turned around and looked at me.

Then, he walked towards me step by step.

"Thank you late."

This time, Luo Wuchen didn't call me to thank fellow daoist, but called me by my name.

My heart trembled, and I wanted to retreat subconsciously, but I immediately restrained the desire to retreat.

This is my own yard, my own home field, and I can't lose my magic.

Luo Wuchen stopped ten feet in front of me, fixedly looked at me, and asked me: "Where have you been?"

I was taken aback, and my lips parted slightly, feeling a little bewildered.

Hey (modal particle), I didn't ask him what he was doing standing by my window in the middle of the night, but he asked me first.

Having said that, the relationship between him and me is not that close, right?

"I'm going out for a walk," I scratched my hair, and said hesitantly, "Master Mozun, this is...?" What are you doing running to my door in the middle of the night?

Suddenly, I remembered one thing.

right.

His son is sleeping in my room now, and I thought about it, and I realized I had the answer.

It is estimated that Luo Wuchen is worried about Little Changan, so...

Unexpectedly, Luo Wuchen seemed indifferent to Xiao Changan, but in fact he still cared about him in his heart.

"Master Mozun is worried about Little Chang'an, right?" I thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

But in fact, I was just being polite, and I didn't have the slightest intention of bringing people in.

Luo Wuchen stared at me quietly for a long time, then shook his head slightly: "No need."

Hearing his refusal, I couldn't help but let out a long breath.

After all, the meaning of a private place like the bedroom is too ambiguous.

It's fine to bring little Chang'an in, he's just a child after all, but it's not appropriate to bring another Luo Wuchen in.

so far so good.

Fortunately, Luo Wuchen knew the size of the square, so he didn't really answer my fake politeness.

"That's fine." I scratched the side of my face and turned my gaze slightly, "Then I'll go back to my room first."

After finishing speaking, I walked around Luo Wuchen to my room.

When the door opened, I turned my head and looked at Luo Wuchen who was standing there, I smiled and waved to him: "Master Mozun, please rest well."

With a "squeak" I pushed the door open, and I went back to the room.

As soon as I sat down, I heard Little Changan whimpering like a small animal, as if he was about to wake up.

"Woooooooooo mother..."

My heart skipped a beat, and I hurried to the bed and sat down to check the situation in Chang'an.

In this not-so-bright moonlight, I saw Chang An's nose wrinkled and his eyes slowly opened.

"Mother..." Changan rubbed his eyes, got up from the bed, Wu Lingling's eyes looked around, and the aggrieved little eyes fell on me and did not move.

"What's the matter? This is, look at your grievance." I stroked his sleepy hair like a puppy, and blinked at him: "I'm not here."

Chang An's face was ignorant, as if he was still in a daze of sleep, he stared at me for a long time, then rushed forward and grabbed the corner of my clothes, "Mother!"

"Chang An woke up and really saw Mother."

I pinched his soft little face in a funny way: "Right, I told you I wouldn't lie to you."

"Mother's body is cold." Chang'an grabbed my belt, with a sad expression like a puppy on his face: "Didn't mother sleep with Chang'an?"

I recalled that I just came back from the outside, felt guilty, and pushed him back into the bed, "Don't ask so many questions, kid, go back to the bed."

Chang An got his little head out of the bed, "I want mother to sleep with Chang An."

"Mother..." Changan said, and retreated to the inner side of the bed, patted the place next to him affectionately, "Mother, let's sleep together."

I was tortured by him, and I was indeed sleepy, so I followed his wishes and climbed into bed, "Okay, okay, let's sleep together."

I thought that I just met Luo Wuchen before, so I dreamed so frequently, day by day, Luo Wuchen lingered in my mind.

Today the "dream lover" came to my door and lived in the same yard with me. I am afraid that I will dream of him when I fall asleep tonight.

But to my surprise, I fell asleep almost as soon as I touched the pillow. I had a good night's sleep and no dreams.

When I woke up, Little Chang'an was sleeping soundly curled up on my chest, curled up into a cute little ball.

The twilight of the morning sun fell through the casement, and the time was quiet and beautiful for a while.

I looked at Little Chang'an, thinking of the decision I made last night, my eyes sank.

Cut the mess with a sharp knife, and can't delay any longer.

Little Chang'an knew nothing about my decision, he rubbed his eyelids, yawned a little, and said with a very sweet smile, "Good morning, mother."

"Good morning, Little Chang'an."

I subconsciously touched his head, and smiled back at him.

Immediately, I reacted again.

Really... how did I accidentally respond to Little Changan's "Mother", I patted my forehead annoyed.

Little Changan grabbed my hand, held it in his palm and touched it distressingly: "Don't hit me."

He is a good boy.

Too bad it's not my child.

I withdrew my hand, sat up slowly, and distanced myself from the excessively close distance.

"Little Chang'an," I called him, "I want to tell you something."

"Mother..." The sweet smile on Little Chang'an's face stagnated slightly, and he asked puzzledly, "What's the matter?"

I smiled slightly, and did not respond to his "mother", but said to Chang'an: "We made an agreement in advance, you are not allowed to cry when the time comes."

"I, I don't cry..." Chang An blinked his eyes, his expression was a little nervous: "Mother, what are you going to say to me..."

He called me mother over and over again, so attached, but...

I became ruthless and went straight to the point: "I'm not your mother."

As soon as the words fell, I saw Xiao Chang'an's mouth shrunk, and his eye sockets became wet instantly.

My scalp exploded: "We agreed that you won't cry."

Little Chang'an sniffed, but held back his tears, but the grievance on his face deepened.

"Listen to me..." I took a deep breath, calmed down, and explained slowly to Chang'an in a quiet voice.

…Male birth is rare in the world. Even among the demons, only the succubus is a special race that can conceive both men and women. Ordinary demons like me do not have the ability to have children.

I tried my best to explain this to Xiao Chang'an as calmly as possible, "I was not the one who brought you into this world after being pregnant in October, you called me mother..."

I know that I shouldn't say such things to such a young child, but only in this way can he truly recognize the reality.

"If your real mother knows, how sad it will be."

"I..." Little Chang'an's voice was already crying, as if I was being unreasonably wronged: "But... you are obviously my mother..."

Every time I want to break up with him, he will either cry for me, or just want to cry.

Disturbing my mind and making progress slow.

Since I can't keep lying for a long time, I might as well make my words clear from the beginning.

I patted his head and suppressed the astringent feeling in my throat: "I know you just want to have a mother, and you don't want to accept the reality that your mother is not alive. You are a good boy, you will understand yes, right?"

Little Chang'an's eyes were filled with mist, he bit his lips and remained silent.

There is nothing I can do about him crying, and there is still nothing I can do about him when he is not crying.

"Chang'an, don't be a good boy..." Chang'an bit his lip and lowered his head, leaving me with a stubborn whirl, "Chang'an doesn't understand..."

His attitude clearly still believes that I am his mother.

Why is this kid so stubborn.

I looked up to the sky and sighed.

To be honest, I have never felt so difficult in my life. Even if I was arranged by the suzerain to eradicate the evil spirits in the past, it is not as difficult as it is now.

"Okay, I'll go find your father." I'm at a loss, and I plan to go to rescue the soldiers.

"Mother..." Little Changan walked to the bed on hands and knees, grabbed the corner of my robe, and called me in a muffled voice: "Mother, don't be angry, Chang'an will be good."

I raised my eyebrows and scolded myself for bullying the child, "You still call me mother?"

"Then..." Little Chang'an was kind of flattering, and carefully discussed with me: "Then I won't call you mother, mother, mother, can you...don't drive me away."

The voice has a little soft nasal sound.

My hardened heart has been ground.

It can only be done first.

Start by not calling me "Mother" anymore, and slowly tell him to recognize the facts.

Thinking that little Chang'an is only three years old now, my heart softens again, take your time.

I tapped Little Chang'an's forehead: "Then we have agreed, you are not allowed to call me mother again, and I will not drive you away." But your father wants to take you away, and I have no choice.I silently added this sentence in my heart.

Little Chang'an's eyes lit up, "Yes!"

Later, when I learned the truth, every time I think of myself forcing Little Changan not to call my mother, my heart is filled with infinite remorse.

It's not that Little Chang'an misunderstood his mother, but that my incompetent "biological mother" is too self-righteous and pushes him away again and again...

It's a pity that at this time, I haven't woken up yet, thinking that I did the right thing.

... I asked Luo Wuchen and the others to stay. On the one hand, I couldn’t bear to see little Chang’an cry. On the other hand, I wanted to take advantage of this time together to comfort Chang’an, and to persuade Chang’an to recognize that I am not his biological mother. relative.

But seeing that Little Chang'an has been staying in my Cangyu Sect for almost half a month, and even brought his father to make do with my small yard for more than ten days, Little Chang'an is only clinging to me day by day.

Although he didn't call me "Mother" verbally, it is clear from his attachment to me that he is still obsessed with it.

That is a worry in my heart.

There is an old saying in the secular world, "A house leaks and it rains all night." Before that, I was faintly worried that the third junior brother would fabricate rumors about me and Luo Wuchen.

But I was really entangled by Little Chang'an and the affairs of the sect. Seeing that everything in the sect was going on as usual, and under my arrangement, I was preparing for the exchange meeting of the four sects next month in an orderly manner. Worries were cast aside.

But I still underestimated the "talent" of the third junior brother. After a few days of calm, I confiscated a thick book with Luo Wuchen and me as the protagonists in the third junior brother's bedroom.

"He, the elder brother of the Cangyu Sect, is a romantic and passionate man who has lived among thousands of flowers without touching his body. He abandoned his husband and son three years ago.

He, the original sword master of Xianmen, was pure-hearted and ascetic, devoted himself to Taoism, weak water three thousand, only took one scoop, and three years later he counterattacked and became Demon Lord,

Three years later, when they meet again, what kind of sparks will they create?

Please watch the large-scale emotional drama from the pen down to the wind and rain and love - "Love Lock Cangyu: The Domineering Demon King's Sweetheart Wife, Don't Run""

It's hard, my fist is hard.

I closed the story book with a "snap", just wanting to pay a lot of money for a pair of eyes that haven't read these words.

"How many other books of this type are there?" I said calmly, even a little pleasantly.

The third junior brother's eyes wandered, and he stammered, "No, no."

Hehe, there is a ghost in my heart just by looking at this demeanor.

"Senior brother," I patted the thick shoulder of the third junior brother with kindness and kindness: "Senior brother, whenever I feel sorry for you, whenever there is something delicious and fun, I think of you, but look at you, there are such fun things, but you are hiding it. I'm gone, don't you think I'm a senior brother?"

The third junior brother looked at me hesitantly, and then dug out a few books with more explosive titles and more explicit wording from the cracks in the bed boards, the cracks in the roof tiles, and the interlayer of the desk.

As soon as I glanced at it, I felt that my spirit had been greatly impacted.

"Brother, that's all."

"As expected of my good junior brother," the smile on my lips deepened, and every word I said was bitten on the root of my teeth: "Look, how well my junior brother writes, it is really touching, touching, printed. How many books, is there any book that spread the entire sect to you?"

"It's just been written," said the third junior brother, an eight-foot man, showing a shy expression. He twisted his fingers and said shyly, "I haven't had time to publish it yet."

"That's really a pity," I said with a smile on my face, and ruthlessly confiscated his works.

The third junior brother looked worried, "Brother, are you angry?"

"Angry? How can I be willing to be angry with you."

"I'm not timid, I've made it up to the senior brother." I picked up a thick stack of scriptures and hit him on the head, making him run away with his head in his arms.

The third junior brother hugged his head and begged for mercy, "Senior brother, senior brother, don't hit, don't hit, what if it breaks."

"It makes sense, but you can't break it," I kicked his meatiest buttocks, and patted his dog's head: "In this way, you copy the Zongrui a hundred times, and I will come to check it in ten days."

"—Ah?" The third junior brother was stunned, hugging my thigh and howling: "Senior brother, brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, can you copy it a few times less?"

My heart was as hard as iron, and I even gave him a foot restraint order, "Remember, you must copy it yourself, when you copy it well, and when you lift the ban."

After solving the third junior brother, I was busy preparing for the exchange meeting again.

The four sects of Demon Realm will hold an exchange meeting every 60 years, and the disciples of the four sects will compete on the same stage according to their age and cultivation level to determine their ranking.

This time it happened to be the turn of our Cangyu Sect to be the host. Before the exchange meeting officially started, an unexpected guest came.

"Xie Xiaowan," Xu Fanglai sat down across from me, his voice couldn't hide his excitement, "Do you know who is coming?"

I took time out of my busy schedule to talk to him: "Who is it?"

"Our lord, Demon Lord Sangluo is here!"

I took a deep breath and stood up abruptly: "Really?!"

I can't blame me for overreacting.

The one who called was Demon Lord Sangluo.

Although I often brazenly claim that I am the dream object of thousands of boys and girls, but that is just my brazen self-proclaimed.

But Demon Lord Sangluo is the true object of worship of every Demon Race.

Among them, of course, including me.

The last time I saw Demon Lord Sangluo was when I was fifteen or sixteen years old, and it happened to be the turn of the Cangyu Sect to hold a conference at that time. I happened to be the leader of that session. Seeing the reward from Sang Luo Mozun, it can be said that he is full of spirit and high spirits.

In a blink of an eye, I have changed from a young student participating in the competition to the chief organizer of the conference...

After getting excited, I suddenly thought of Luo Wuchen who was still in Cang Yu.

Thinking of the awkward relationship between their rumored adulterer and ex-husband, I feel a little uneasy in my heart.

It should be... nothing will happen, right?

After all, three years have passed since Luo Wuchen fell into the devil, and there have been no rumors that he had conflicts with Sangluo Demon Lord.

It should be fine... right?

But as the saying goes, good spirits do not work, bad spirits do.

I didn't have this idea for a moment, a burst of strong energy exploded at the mountain gate, and it went straight into the sky without rest. Even I, who was far away at Feiyan Peak, could feel the shaking of the rocks.

A bad premonition rose from the bottom of my heart.

"What's going on?" Xu Fanglai frowned, picked up his sword and was about to rush towards the mountain gate, "He's here to kick the gate, right?"

"Old Xu." I stopped him, "Wait a minute..."

The next moment, a little disciple ran in scrambling.

"It's not good, it's not good! Brother Xie—Mozun, the two Mozun are fighting!"