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He had been sleepless for more than a month, and Lan Cangniang thought that he was extremely tired, so she planned to step aside with the three of them and let him rest well.

The ethereal monk was angry at this time, and shouted in a thick voice: "Hey, in order to carry out the great task of sleeping the demon king, your old brother and I have been quitting drinking since half a month ago, and now we can only bite this gourd mouth every day." I never mention such a thing as Dacheng, what else do you have that can be more important than my wine?"

Withered rolled his eyes at him, ignored him, and turned to the caracal, showing a rare serious face, and said in a cautious tone: "Child, although the four of us are from Yunnan, there are some things that I am more familiar with than them. For example, I know most about your background. ”

"What? Withered want to talk about Yu Feng's life experience?" Sanling didn't interrupt now, they all shut up and listened to him.

Withering continued: "Back then, there was a Wuque Gate in Yunnan, although it was located in a remote area, its name on the rivers and lakes was like thunder. Those people in the rivers and lakes who are younger in their generation, don't say that they are fighting head-on with the people of Wuque Gate, even if they mention these three words, they will be frightened. Your mother's name is Yuxiu, and she is the youngest daughter of Nangong Wo, the head of Wuque Sect, so you are Nangong Wo's grandson. Nangong Woben is a native of Middle Earth, belonging to the blue peacock vein of the demon clan, and has to flee to Yunnan because of the treasure blood of the demon world in his body, which is remembered by many unscrupulous people. Isn't your grandfather's blood flowing in your veins?"

The important thing in the withered mouth actually refers to this, after hearing this, Sanling's face suddenly changed greatly, and then looked at the caracia, the originally flushed cheeks were completely devoid at this moment, as if they were dead ashes.

His secret background was fortunately learned in advance from Jiang Nanjun and Ling Xuanluo. If they hadn't inquired through their trip to Yunnan, those who said they couldn't tell him the truth would have been decayed.

The mad python is nominally his father, and he also has a lot of respect for this reckless man who raised him as an adult, but the reckless demon clan actually has nothing to do with him, and his biological father is Elder Nanfeng.

But when he asked, did he have to tell them this secret at this time? No, absolutely not! In fact, since his mother told him before she died who was the one who really gave birth to him, he no longer regarded blood relationship as the only criterion for recognizing his father. The python is his favorite father, as long as the emotions are harmonious, what does it matter if the blood is not bloody?

The ethereal monk was the first to come back to his senses, and he had forgotten about the complaints about decay, and shook the wine gourd and exclaimed: "This old thing is a good question! Why didn't we think that Yuxiu was your mother before? If these are really the truth, then it is a big deal!"

Lan Cang Niangniang and Yun Jian's brains hadn't turned around yet, and when they saw that the old monk and Taoist priest were nervous like this, they hurriedly asked, "What's the big deal?"

The ethereal monk swallowed his saliva, so that he could be shocked, and then replied: "If what the withered said is the truth, what the South Wind Demon Dao wants, I'm afraid it is not only the key to the cloud gate, there must be a ruthless life!"

The four of them were still immersed in the new, worried about the fate of the caracal, but what appeared in the mind of the caracal here was the ivory box lying on the low table in the secret room.

(To be continued.) )