"Uncle Shi?" Akihiko, who didn't know why, suddenly exclaimed.

subconsciously recognized the white mist as Han Qingci.

I thought that Han Qingci was using some kind of cover-up technique.

When Lingxiao Zhenren was trying to solve his disciples' doubts, Chaohuang's voice came from his ears: "No, the white mist is transformed by a wisp of divine consciousness from the master!" ”

Consciousness can also be understood as thought.

Whether it is gods, demons, monsters, beasts, or mortals in the three thousand worlds.

All of them are composed of the body, the three souls, the seven spirits, and the divine consciousness.

Sansheng is a wisp of remnant soul that resides in the sea of Chaohuang consciousness in the body of the system, and shares the thoughts of Chaohuang and interdepends in the three thousand worlds.

All great powers can use their divine sense to spy on all things in the world and hurt people invisibly.

In this situation, except for Ming Yan, who had not yet reached that realm, everyone recognized at a glance that this was Han Qingci who had split his divine sense in two or divided a small part and left it by Chaohuang's side to guard.

A more obvious understanding is that Han Qingci forcibly stripped off his other self and guarded Chaohuang at all times, so Shen Ningshuang was so jealous that he almost fainted.

"Shen Ningshuang, from the time you broke into the hall to the time you spoke wildly to the disciples of the deity, every scene of the deity was taken into view, how could you be presumptuous here?"

"Qingxiao... Reality... I... No... I..."

Chao Huang saw that Han Qingci's divine sense kept putting pressure on Shen Ningshuang, forcing her to look painful but unable to speak well, and she felt both relieved and a little powerless in her heart.

Suddenly, he reached out and gently poked at the white mist that had wrapped her tightly.

"Master..."

As soon as his own apprentice called sweetly, Han Qing withdrew his attention with a sigh, and the white mist turned into a big hand, patting Chaohuang's back gently: "Don't be afraid!" As a teacher, I will remove all obstacles for you! ”

"Master, I didn't mean that... I'm just..."I feel sorry for you...

Chaohuang narrowed his eyes and sighed secretly, his heart was complicated and distressed.

She felt sorry for Han Qingci's careful pampering and protection.

After all... Chaohuang is now a milk doll...

If Chaohuang didn't feel wrong, Han Qingci's heart was probably very entangled, right? Entangled with his extraordinary concern and ignorant feelings for himself.

Tangled... How to treat your own little apprentice...

Chaohuang, who finally realized that he seemed to have gotten rid of it, felt guilty.

Vaguely guessing that she was thinking like this, Sansheng also suddenly bubbled, and said mercilessly: [Is it comfortable for the host to let go of itself? If it weren't for the host deliberately teasing Immortal Venerable, how could he have thought of the Daoist aspect so early? 】

And from time to time I blush...

It really doesn't fit the image of Immortal Venerable in his mind at all!

In fact, Chaohuang and Sansheng both knew that Han Qingci did not have to go to the demon world, and Han Qingci's trip was mainly to stay away from Chaohuang and be quiet.

Think about the relationship between him and Chaohuang...

It was precisely because of this that Chaohuang obediently stayed in the Wuji Immortal Sect and waited.

Sansheng's words will choke Chaohuang a lot, but she also noticed once again that Sansheng's twilight speech for this life is special, which really makes her a little curious.

[Na, little Sansheng, have you noticed that you are getting more and more strange! In the previous few worlds, no matter how much I joked, you wouldn't say that it was inappropriate! How did you change when you came into this world? 】

[I just can't stand it anymore!! 】

【Oh~~~】Chaohuang elongated his tone meaningfully.

The suspicion in his words almost hit Sansheng's head directly.

Han Qingci's white mist turned by a wisp of divine consciousness saw Chaohuang bowing his head sullenly, not knowing what he was thinking, where he was willing to entangle with Shen Ningshuang again.

Turning his head, he asked Lingxiao to take Shen Ningshuang away and dispose of it according to the sect's precepts.

After there were only two of them in the inner hall, the white mist wrapped in Chaohuang suddenly dispersed, and Han Qingci's figure gradually appeared.

In the blink of an eye, Chaohuang fell into a cold embrace.

"Asahi ... I miss you for the teacher..."