Shen Lang walked forward silently, walking through the Yanwu Square in Leng Jun’s former residence, and stepping through every footprint that the ancients had stepped on. Suddenly, he seemed to see the little things that happened in this ancient courtyard. Then he suddenly figured out something. Finally, he understood the true meaning of the nameless old demon’s instructions to him.

After all, the nameless old demon was once the demon lord and had deep feelings for the demonic path. He used to grow here like a young seedling, and then gradually turned into a towering tree to protect the water and soil.

The Demon Lord of Leng Tree was the first disciple the old demon received, and perhaps he was his favorite disciple. He naturally had a good impression of Leng Yanji.

The so-called entrusting Leng Yanji to him actually means that the old demon gave him the last trace of indelible existence in his heart, and even entrusts the future of the demonic path to him.

So whether the old demon tells him not to bully Leng Yanji or deliberately stays in Buzhou Mountain, it actually only means one meaning.

The old demon hopes that Shen Lang will show mercy...

This kind of mercy can be that one day in the future, Shen Lang is stronger, and he wants to show mercy to Leng Yanji's men. He also hopes to leave a trace of affection for the Demonic Way.

Because Buzhou Mountain is the root of the old demon, and the demon bones are also Shen Lang's roots. He left himself in Buzhou Mountain to keep Shen Lang's roots in Buzhou Mountain.

"Ha... This old guy has never done anything right all day, and he never stops talking nonsense, but when he really has something to say, he always doesn't say it straight." Shen Lang chuckled and said to himself: "Is he still afraid that I will make things difficult?"

Thinking of this, Shen Lang, who was walking before, suddenly turned around and looked up the eaves, but saw that the eaves were already empty. The guy who was free and easy by nature was not sure where he went.

At this moment, Shen Lang walked to the standing stone statue and quietly patted his chest at the stone statue, as if he was making some kind of guarantee.

After all, he was able to survive until now, and the body of the demon bones was reshaped. After all, along the way, the old demon taught him a lot of things like an elder and took him on many roads.

Therefore, if he had enough ability, he would naturally retain the roots of the old demon and retain the Buzhou Mountain overseas. Then he looked at the saint beside him and secretly decided that no matter whether it was an enemy or a friend, whether it was a good or a bad side, at least he could not take ruthless measures, at least he would have to save her life.

Leng Yanji looked at the softness in his eyes and asked in confusion: "Why are you always staring at me?"

"Well...you look very good." Shen Lang said.

"Tsk, I'm so naughty." Leng Yanji said: "By the way, we're having another relationship now."

"What's the relationship?" Shen Lang asked.

Leng Yanji held her chin and thought about it carefully and said, "You have inherited the demon bones, that is, you are the disciple of the teacher. Now I am also the disciple of the teacher, so you should call me the senior sister."

"Ha..." Shen Lang said with his eyes wide open: "Then why didn't you call me senior brother?"

"How long have you been practicing? My years of practice must be longer than you, of course I am my senior sister." Leng Yanji smiled and patted his shoulder: "Be good, call me senior sister and I'll listen."

"Your statement is obviously wrong. You are the teacher you just recognized, but I inherited the magic bones a few months ago. I got started much earlier than you, so I am my 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 like the Demon Lord of Leng Shu. Senior Leng Shu has been in the art for more than 20,000 years. 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 regard me as your respect and as your elder. Of course, I am the senior brother, and you should listen to me in the future."

"This..." Leng Yanji was stunned and could not find a reason to refute it again.

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 three qi gathers, and it is also the highest part of a person, symbolizing human dignity. Therefore, other people are absolutely unable to touch this place except for the elders and extremely close people.

Leng Yanji is the saint of the Demon Sect. She has such a noble status and so arrogance. Even the high priest and Shura dare not treat her like this, but Shen Lang actually pressed her head like a little sister?

"Do you think the hand feels very good? Put your hand on the head of the Demon Saint, and you are in a good mood?" Leng Yanji looked at him with a smile.

Shen Lang looked at the two little tiger teeth she showed when she smiled and felt very cute. Moreover, he really enjoyed touching the saint's head, as if he was descending from a high place to obey the saint, so the smile on his face became stronger.

But he soon realized that Leng Yanji often had to get angry when she smiled, which was like the smile of a little devil, and the two little tiger teeth could bite him at any time.

So, Shen Lang, who took some advantage, ran away like oil in the soles of his feet before Leng Yanji got angry.

"Little bastard! Stop it!" Leng Yanji cursed angrily.

"I definitely won't stop. If you have the ability, you can chase me first!" Shen Lang ran forward while laughing shamelessly.

Just like that, one man and one woman, one ran in front and the other chased afterwards.

Shen Lang ran fast, as if he was afraid of being chased. But he had never thought that if he wanted to touch the saint's head a few days ago, he would have been afraid that Leng Yanji would have slapped him, a bold and arrogant person, to the ground, and he would have no chance to escape.

Leng Yanji chased Shen Lang relentlessly, as if she could catch him, she would have to deal with him well. But she didn't think that with Shen Lang's speed, she could catch up with Shen Lang immediately with a little more attentiveness, but she didn't use her true strength, and was just behind without being anxious or slow as if she was teasing him.

Of course, he and she had probably realized these things for a long time, and some intimate relationship that was hard to describe had already occurred unknowingly between the two of them.

Perhaps that kind of relationship originated from a red line, or it could be that the old demon suddenly accepted a disciple, which made the two of them have another intimate relationship.

But that kind of relationship is never explained, so no one can explain it.

The two just know each other, and because of this, they keep intimate.

In the breeze and the fragrance of flowers, men and women are chasing and playing, and laughter comes from time to time.

In front of Xiaoyao, Kuiwu Shura looked at the couple and said sincerely: "It's good to be young. I didn't expect that the saint and the saint have such childlike fun. From afar, I looked like a brother and sister who grew up beating, scolding and having fun together since childhood."

"Uh..." said Via Shura, "But aren't they lovers?"

"Hehe, you don't know about the old poison." Kuiwu Shura suddenly showed a smug smile.

The face of Poei Shura changed slightly because he practiced the Poei skills and was destined to be lonely all his life. He never married a wife in this life and never experienced the love between men and women, so he naturally did not understand the so-called love.

But over the years, he had long been accustomed to loneliness, so he was not angry when he was teased by the burly Shura. Instead, he said curiously: "I hope to hear it carefully."

Kuiwu Shura said: "Only when the relationship is deep, you can laugh and scold casually. No matter how many words you scold each other or fight, it will not hurt your feelings. Therefore, the relationship between husband and wife may not necessarily be respectful to each other as guests, adhere to etiquette, and get along with each other naturally and casually like brothers and sisters who grew up, just like family members with blood thicker than water."

"Well..." Due Shura nodded, not very well aware of the meaning of these words. He just looked at the playful man and woman and said, "I only know that the saint hasn't laughed as happily as today in the past ten years. Maybe she has really found a good destination that is good."
Chapter completed!