Zhao Zihan knew that no demon could tell about that incident, not even Yan Mei'er.

Although when she was six years old, in the corner of the empty dungeon, Yan Meier asked Zhao Zihan to pull off half of her pants and let her look inside the crotch.

Under her coercion and temptation, this was generously shown to her.

But that thing, it's different.

It was so bizarre that if you accidentally said it, God knows what would have happened?

Besides, he was only seven layers of qi refining, and he actually slashed down half of the building with a sword, who would believe it if he said it?

Yan Mei'er will definitely think that my head has been kicked by a donkey!

If Yan Mei'er ignores me from now on, I will never have a decent friend again.

I can no longer hold her soft little hand and watch her flutter with big eyes and purse her lips and smile, and we can't look at the ruins and dungeons of Lancheng together.

I can't hold hands with her and watch the waning moon in the sky together at night, and I can't play with her.

If the pants are torn, you can only mend them yourself.

......

Zhao Zihan wore a pair of five-point pants made of brown linen,

A short-sleeved shirt made of blue and white plaid cotton and a pair of white, half-worn sneakers walked towards Yan Meier's house.

It was already the best thing he could wear.

The morning breeze brought cool air, the air was mixed with a slight dust, and the sun in the sky glowed yellow, which was somewhat dazzling.

After a night of tranquility, the streets were already lively, and the shadows were hurrying everywhere.

However, this street is only so lively in the morning, and after a while, almost all the demons will burrow into the ground to avoid the yellow sand blowing in the desert and the poisonous sun in the sky.

Uncle Niu had a half-broken horn on his head, limped one leg, and set up his stall on the corner of the street, and began to solicit business in an old way that had lost his teeth.

"Steamed buns, old noodles steamed buns!"

The unique cries of selling spread far and wide in the morning breeze, far away from the childhood of generations of little demons.

The loss of time did not make Uncle Niu look older, but the wind of cold and summer has carved more wrinkles and vicissitudes on his face.

A hungry cat was half-crouched on the corner of the street, staring at the steaming white bun on his burden, with a love-hate mixture of love and hatred.

On the other side of the street, Aunt Wu's small meat bun shop is already full, and her business is much better than Uncle Niu's.

An old demon soldier like Uncle Niu who was injured and retired from the battlefield could only rely on the relief issued by the demon court and a little business to make a living.

In the middle of the street, there are most of the little demon children who are rushing to school, and the groups must be from the same school, which can be seen from the style of school uniforms.

The demons of the demon clan are always determined to be talented at a very young age, and then according to their respective talents, they enter a martial arts school or a demon school to cultivate. The martial arts school cultivates the physical body and refining qi, and the demon school cultivates the soul and mental power.

If the qi refining is complete, if you have talent or luck, you can open the pulse, and once you open the pulse, you are no longer an ordinary demon, but you are called a monk.

Telekinesis is the most difficult to obtain, and once you get it, you will enter the ranks of magicians. It is a very glorious thing to become a magician or a monk, and you will be respected by the demon clan, and you will be valued by the demon court and even the demon palace, and become the guarantee of the demon clan's combat power.

Those demon boys who have no talent can only learn culture and various life skills, and when they grow up, they are also the lowest level of the demon clan, assigned to various types of work, and even sent to the grassland to graze cattle and sheep.

The students of the Martial School and the Demon School are the flowers of the Demon Domain, representing the future of the entire Demon Clan.

The squeamish little demon child often needs his parents to pick him up before he is willing to go to school, if his parents can ride a tall horse to pick up and drop off, it will be very face-saving, and the noble demon clan has a variety of standard carriages at home, and it is of course more fashionable to go to school in a gorgeous carriage.

A little banshee with a tall horse or a gorgeous carriage is always more likely to be appreciated by the banshee's classmates, such as: a timidly little hand secretly stuffed a handful of beef jerky during class.

Zhao Zihan has never enjoyed such treatment.

He has been lonely since he was a child, and at a very young age he was able to taste some of the warmth and coldness of the world.

In this world, some demons are always born to wear silk and brocade, and have no worries about food and clothing, while some are thinking about calculating every meal.

Even if the born superior does not deliberately show off, the expenses of his actions are always used as a sharp blade, piercing the heart of the young and inferior poor.

If he hadn't reluctantly entered the martial arts school back then, he would have been a dark-faced desert shepherd boy...

Most of the little demon boys have grown small horns on their heads, and there is always a mockery in their eyes when they look at Zhao Zihan, although Zhao Zihan has long been accustomed to such eyes, but he still involuntarily sped up his pace.

Yan Meier's home is on the edge of the Blue River, where there is a large steam engine pump room, and Yan Meier's mother, Aunt Hei Sang, is the canteen manager of the pump room.

Yan Mei'er and Yan Mu'er, brother and sister, didn't have a father when they were young, and no one had ever seen their father.

When they were very young, the two siblings saw that almost all other families had dads, although some dads looked more vicious and always liked to wield big sticks and spank.

However, I can't say anything without Dad.

So I couldn't help but ask Aunt Hei Sang: What about our dad, where did he go?

You don't have a dad!

Aunt Hei Sang always answered impatiently, and then she would see that she always walked into the little black room alone, holding a dark purple rolling pin, and her red eyes were secretly wiping tears, and she seemed to be quite sad.

After going through so many times, the two brothers and sisters wilted and didn't dare to ask any more.

On the day that Yan Mei'er was determined to be able to practice magic, Aunt Hei Sang locked herself in a small black room and didn't come out all day.

Then he took the rolling pin and stuffed it into Yan Mei'er: This is your magic wand from today onwards, and I have prepared it for you before you were born......

Yan Mei'er didn't dare to refuse, pretending to take the rolling pin carefully, her heart full of melancholy.

Zhao Zihan had just walked to the door of Yan Meier's house, and suddenly there was a noisy drum music in the sky, and when he raised his head, he saw a mighty flying boat soaring in the sky.

There were yellow sleeves fluttering on the flying boats, and all kinds of streamers flying, and four ugly yakshas, shirtless and holding steel forks, opened the way in front.

"Yo!"

"What day is today, could it be that the Dragon King of the Blue River is here? ”

Yan Mu'er was at the door like a tower, with a canopy in his hands, his eyes looking at the sky, shouting in his mouth, making a fuss, and his voice was very loud.

"Wandering around in yellow clothes so swaggeringly, who else can there be but the Dragon King?"

"Such an ugly flying boat, apart from the Dragon Palace, who would take it out to be embarrassing?" Zhao Zihan said disdainfully.

"Yo, Brother Han, why are you here when you're so energetic?"

"I heard that the trial disciples of the human race came to steal the city last night, and you were not hacked to death?"

Yan Mu'er half-squinted with a pair of bull's eyes, exaggerating as always, neither yin nor yang.

Zhao Zihan was accustomed to it, and watched the flying boat disappear into the sky above the Demon Court before retracting his gaze, and then smiled at Yan Mu'er with a smile: "I was lucky not to die, but I was scared to pee my pants." ”

"Hey, hey. ”

This time he clicked to Yan Mu'er's death hole, only to hear him "hum!" to express his disdain, and walked towards the street with his hands down.

Yan Mu'er encountered an enemy attack when he participated in the patrol for the first time, and he was scared and wet his pants, which became his weakness, and he was always pinched by Zhao Zihan at every critical moment.

The big man who blocked the door left angrily, and the scene in the house was clear at a glance.

Yan Mei'er was sitting by the wall, lying on the table drinking mare's milk alone.

She wore a yellow linen skirt today, which just wrapped the wonderful curves of the lower body.

On his feet, he put on a pair of milky white high-heeled sandals, and his white toes were neatly exposed, like washed lotus roots.

She wore a light purple cotton shirt on her body, which made her look better than the lotus flowers on the edge of the Blue River.

Seeing Zhao Zihan walking in, Yan Mei'er opened a pair of purple grape-like eyes, smiled sweetly, raised her hand, and called softly:

"Come!"

A bowl of mare's milk wine on the table slowly rose, and then flew flat in front of Zhao Zihan and stopped in the air.

The mare's milk in the bowl was as calm as water, and it did not swing at all, not even a small ripple.

Zhao Zihan was stunned: Intermediate magic of the Imperial Technique! This little girl has a thousand miles of mental power.

Taking the bowl and taking a big sip, Zhao Zihan asked, "Mei'er, can you be so proficient in guarding things?"

"It's amazing, how many levels of telekinesis is it?"

Yan Mei'er smiled, raised five fingers with her left hand, as if she felt that it was far from enough, stretched out her right hand again, looked at it for a while, and then pressed her little finger.

"I secretly tested it yesterday, don't say it. ”

Zhao Zihan opened his mouse eyes in disbelief for a while, opened his mouth wide, and looked at Yan Mei'er as if he had seen a monster!

Zhao Zihan was a young man, although he was shocked, he was calm, covered his mouth with one hand, and quietly gestured with the other hand, pointing to the back room.

"Oh my mother, she's out, and there's no one in the house. ”

Yan Mei'er was stunned, opened a pair of purple grape-like eyes, and shook her head gently.

"Ahh

Zhao Zihan screamed when he heard that there was no one in the house, and a spider on the wall was defenseless, and was frightened by his abrupt scream and fled.

15-year-old 9 realm magician!

Does the entire demon domain and the entire continent not know, at least Lan Cheng has never heard of it, so how can he not be surprised?

If this leaks the news, it will definitely shake Lancheng, no, no, no, it will shake the entire demon domain.

Then, everything about Yan Meier will change drastically, which makes Zhao Zihan feel extremely embarrassed at the end of his mind.

Because......

Yan Mei'er was fine, she glanced at Zhao Zihan fiercely, and said, "Hurry up and drink, after drinking, let's go to the dungeon today." ”

"Since that time, ...... like you"

"I always like to have some strange dreams, and my cultivation power is suddenly so fast that I don't dare to let people know. ”

"What?"

Zhao Zihan almost jumped up as if he had been stung by a bumblebee suddenly......