Chen Yang once again covered his forehead with his hands for who knows how many times today: "Let's not talk about the real situation in the world of immortality. It's just us."
Wang Yu nodded obediently.
"We are disciples of the Yin Mo Sect. When we walk outside, who wouldn't call us "Little Devil"?
"Disciples of the Demon Sect have nothing to do with demons. Isn't this a matter of course?"
"It doesn't matter what your father's previous status was, everyone is dead."
"He is now a little devil and her father."
"Is it strange that her father, a little devil, cooperates with monsters? Doesn't it make sense? Is it worth being ashamed of?"
When Wang Yu heard this, his little mouth opened and he couldn't close it.
This works too!
unexpectedly,
listen,
It seems quite reasonable.
Chen Yang walked over, held Wang Yu's shoulders, and said: "That old devil is not actually a threat. The real threat lies in your own heart."
He subconsciously reached out to touch Wang Yu's chest, but fortunately he reacted in time, changed direction halfway, and rubbed it on his forehead, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.
There is no way, the old hen has become a duck, the junior brother has become a junior sister, Chen Yang has not adapted yet.
Wang Yu was completely unaware of this and kept his eyes wide open obediently as Chen Yang continued to speak.
"In your heart, you don't recognize your identity as a disciple of the Yin Demon Sect, and you don't let go to improve yourself, enter the inner sect, and become a real little devil."
"So,"
Chen Yang looked solemn and his voice became lowered: "You will never get rid of your identity as the little princess of Qi Zong and a remnant of the Wang family."
"So the further you go, the more you go, and the more flaws you have. Even without that old devil, you would have walked step by step to the cliff, taking your mother and brother with you and falling down together."
Wang Yu's face turned pale little by little, and his lips tightened until the last bit of blood disappeared from his lips.
Chen Yang still felt that the strength was not enough and continued:
"If you can put down your previous things, practice with all your strength, and cash in all the talents and blessings your father left you."
"Even if one day my identity is exposed, so what?"
"Do you know what you think the elders of the sect, the supreme elders of our Yin Mo Sect, and the senior cultivators will do?"
Wang Yu shook his head blankly.
Chen Yang said in a conclusive tone: "They will compete to take you, the rising star of the sect, the new pride of the demonic path, into their sect."
"If you have a mentor, they will use their resources to train you and promote you to a true successor."
"They will protect you. If the Qi Zong comes to ask for someone, they will only be laughed at by our elders and demons."
"The little princess of the Qi Sect is now the true successor of the Demon Sect, which proves that the Qi Sect is at its end and the Demonic Way is prosperous."
"As for someone who is wanted in the entire immortal world, you are a true disciple of the Yin Mo Sect, accompanied by a Tao Protector, and with the sect's flag flying, who dares?!"
Chen Yang's words made Wang Yu's face turn rosy again, and the blood flushed back as if it had faded away.
Even without removing the mirage dragon flower necklace, Wang Yu was still shining brightly at this moment.
This light is not about appearance or temperament, but the radiance of spiritual excitement and high spirits.
"Um!"
Wang Yu nodded solemnly, holding the box's hand, suddenly gaining strength.
Before this, she regarded it as something she was afraid of and a burden. It turned out that under certain circumstances, it turned out to be her strength and her opportunity...
Wang Yu looked at Chen Yang gratefully and said forcefully: