Shen Lang walked forward in silence, passing through the Yanwu Square of Leng Jun's former residence, stepping on every footprint of the ancients, and suddenly seemed to see every bit of what happened in this ancient courtyard, and then he
Suddenly he figured something out. He finally understood the true meaning of the unknown old devil's instructions to him.
After all, the nameless old demon was once the demon lord and had deep feelings for the devil. He once grew up here like a young seedling, and then gradually turned into a towering tree, protecting the land and water.
Demon Lord Leng Shu was the first disciple that the old demon accepted, and perhaps his favorite disciple. Aiwujiwuxia, he naturally also had a good impression of Leng Yanji.
The so-called entrusting Leng Yanji to him actually means that the old devil entrusted him with the last bit of existence in his heart that was difficult to let go, and even entrusted him with the future of the demonic path.
So whether the old devil told him not to bully Leng Yanji or he stayed in Buzhou Mountain on purpose, it actually only meant one thing.
The old devil hopes Shen Lang will show mercy...
This kind of mercy can be that one day in the future, Shen Lang will be stronger and show mercy to Leng Yanji. He also hopes to leave some feelings for the devil.
Because Buzhou Mountain is the root of the old devil, the demon bone is also the root of Shen Lang. He left himself in Buzhou Mountain just to keep Shen Lang's roots in Buzhou Mountain.
"Haha... This old guy has no upright behavior all day long. He keeps talking nonsense, but when he really has something to say, he never says it directly." Shen Lang chuckled and said to himself: "
Could it be that he is still afraid of making things difficult for me?"
Thinking of this, Shen Lang, who was leaving earlier, suddenly turned around and looked up at the eaves, only to see that the eaves were already empty. The old and disrespectful guy who was carefree and carefree by nature had gone somewhere else.
It happened that at this time, Shen Lang walked to the standing stone statue and quietly patted his chest towards the stone statue, as if to make some kind of guarantee.
After all, his ability to live to this day is inseparable from the physical body reshaped by the demon bone. After all, along the way, the old demon taught him many things like an elder and led him on many paths.
Therefore, if he has enough ability, he will naturally keep the roots of Lao Mo and keep this overseas Buzhou Mountain. Then he looked at the saint beside him and secretly decided that from now on, no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, no matter how good things are,
The development of her life is still developing in a bad direction. At least I can't be cruel, at least I have to spare her life.
Leng Yanji looked at the softness in his eyes and asked doubtfully: "Why are you always staring at me?"
"Well... you are very beautiful." Shen Lang said.
"Tch, you are such a talker." Leng Yanji said, "By the way, after all, we have another relationship now."
"What's the relationship?" Shen Lang asked.
Leng Yanji held her chin, thought about it seriously and said, "You have inherited the devil's bones, which means you have inherited the mantle and become the teacher's disciple. Now I am also the teacher's disciple, so you should call me senior sister."
"Ha..." Shen Lang stared and said, "Then why didn't you call me senior brother?"
"How long have you been practicing? I must have been practicing longer than you. Of course I am senior sister." Leng Yanji smiled and patted his shoulder: "Good boy, call me senior sister and I will listen."
"Your statement is obviously wrong. You are the teacher I just recognized, but I inherited the demon bone a few months ago and started teaching much earlier than you, so I am a senior brother." Shen Lang said.
"That doesn't count." Leng Yanji curled her lips and said unreasonably: "The teacher said that in his eyes, I am just like Demon Lord Leng Shu. Senior Leng Shu has been in the industry for more than 20,000 years, don't you?
Did you get started earlier than him?"
Shen Lang smiled and said: "The teacher also said that he entrusted you to me and asked me to take care of you. So you should respect me and take me as your leader. Of course, I am your senior brother.
You should listen to me."
"This..." Leng Yanji was stunned and couldn't find a reason to refute.
Shen Lang's smile became even more proud, he touched her head and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of you in the future."
The top of the head is where the energy of the three elements gathers, and it is also the highest part of a person, symbolizing human dignity. Therefore, except for elders and very close people, no one else can touch it.
Leng Yanji is a saint of the Demon Sect, with a very high status and a cold and arrogant temperament. Even the high priest and Shura in the Demon Sect would never dare to treat her like this, but Shen Lang actually treats her like a little sister.
Holding her head?
"Do you think it feels good to put your hand on the head of the Demon Saint?" Leng Yanji looked at him with a half-smile.
Shen Lang looked at the two little tiger teeth she showed when she smiled and thought they were very cute. Moreover, he really enjoyed touching the saint's head, as if he was condescending and surrendering to the saint, so the smile on his face became even bigger.
concentrated.
But he soon realized that when Leng Yanji smiled, it was often when she was about to get angry. It was like a little devil's smile, and those two little tiger teeth could bite him at any time.
So, Shen Lang, who had taken advantage of her, ran away like oil on her feet before Leng Yanji got angry.
"I'm sure I won't stop. If you have the ability, catch me first!" Shen Lang laughed shamelessly as he ran forward.
Just like that, a man and a woman, one ran in front and the other chased behind.
Shen Lang ran very fast, as if he was afraid of being chased. But he never thought that if he wanted to touch the saint's head a few days ago, Leng Yanji would have already reached her before his palm fell.
A slap slapped this bold and arrogant man to the ground, and he had no chance to escape.
Leng Yanji chased after Shen Lang, as if if she could catch him, she would give him a good beating. But she didn't think about it. In fact, with Shen Lang's speed, she would have been a little more careful.
She could catch up with Shen Lang immediately, but she didn't use her true strength, and just kept her pace behind her, as if teasing him.
Of course, he and she may have been aware of these things for a long time, and some kind of indescribable intimacy had already arisen unconsciously between the two of them.
Maybe that relationship originated from a red thread, or maybe it was Lao Mo's sudden acceptance as a disciple, which gave the two people another level of intimacy.
But that relationship can never be explained, so no one tries to explain it.
The two just know each other, and therefore have a tacit understanding to stay close to each other.
In the light breeze and the fragrance of flowers, men and women were chasing and playing, and laughter could be heard from time to time.
Xiaoyao lived in front of the door. Kuiwu Shura looked at the couple from a distance and said sincerely: "It's good to be young. I didn't expect that the Saint and the Saint could have such childlike charm. From a distance, they looked like a pair who had been fighting and playing together since childhood.
They are like brothers and sisters."
"Uh..." Du Er Shura said: "But aren't they lovers?"
"Hey, you don't know this, old poisoner." Kuiwu Shura suddenly showed a proud smile.
Du E Shura's expression changed slightly, because he practiced Poison Kung Fu and was doomed to be lonely all his life. He had never married a wife in this life, and had never experienced love between a man and a woman, so naturally he did not understand the so-called love.
But over the years, he has long been accustomed to loneliness, so he was not angry when being teased by the burly Shura. Instead, he was very curious and said: "I would like to hear the details."
Kuiwu Xiuluo said: "Only when the relationship is deep, you can laugh and curse casually. No matter whether you are scolding each other or joking, it will not hurt your feelings. Therefore, the relationship between husband and wife does not necessarily mean respecting each other as guests, abiding by etiquette, and getting along with each other.
They can also be as natural and casual as brothers and sisters who have grown up since childhood, just like family members whose blood is thicker than water."
"Well..." Poisonousura nodded, not quite understanding the meaning of these words. He just looked at the playful men and women and said: "I only know that the saint has not laughed as much as she does today in the past ten years.