Explaining this kind of thing is not what Mu Huan is good at.

And she has never liked to talk much.

Therefore, when facing the young man's surprised and frightened eyes, she chose to pinch the young man and let Yechen fall asleep directly.

Yechen: "......" He immediately widened his eyes, but he still couldn't control his sleepiness and fell down.

Before closing his eyes, he faintly felt as if he had fallen into a soft embrace.

I'm afraid it's an illusion.

Because no one would be so nice to him.

He was confused, and when he recovered, he sat up sharply.

"Chen'er, you're awake!" The surprised voice of the head of the Yunyin Sect sounded in his ears again after many years.

Yechen turned his head sideways, and in front of him was the head of the Yunyin Sect who was much younger than in his memory, dressed in an ink robe solemn and solemn, and the ink jade crown on his head was even more delicate and round, showing the style of the head of the Yunyin Sect.

Yechen immediately sat in a group, leaning back towards the bed.

Looking at the distressed eyes of the head of Shangyun Yinmen, he asked in a panic, "Who is the immortal master?" ”

This world is relatively complicated, there are many monks, and there are many people who have cultivated to become immortals and truly ascended to the upper immortal realm. But again, there are more ordinary people who are one step behind the monks.

And Yechen, before that, was just an orphan who had no father or mother, and had been begging everywhere for many years.

At this time, he definitely shouldn't know about these immortal cultivators, these immortal masters have always lived on the top of the cloud mountain, and although they live in the same realm as ordinary people, they rarely appear.

For ordinary people, it is possible to spend their entire lives without the opportunity to see the monks.

So at this moment, the poor and helpless boy huddled in the corner of the bedside looked extremely pitiful.

"Don't be afraid, Chen'er, I'm your uncle."

Fortunately, the head of Yunyin Sect is extremely patient.

In this regard, he did not force Yechen, but patiently explained to him the true identity of his father. He is actually the child of the sister of the head of Yunyinmen, and it was only because his parents were hunted down and killed tragically that he was accidentally left out.

"Fortunately, Uncle has finally found you back now." The boss looked excited.

At this time, there was a sound of broken porcelain outside the window, and Yechen immediately glanced out uneasily, and the head immediately said, "Who! ”

"It's me!" A clear drink, unique to the young man's spirit.

Then the curtain outside was quickly lifted, and a young man in red with no hair tied stepped in.

The young man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes are like a pretty boy who is as gentle as jade, but his breath is both good and evil.

When he looked at Yechen, the young man raised his eyebrows, opened the folding fan in his hand and shook it gently, and nodded at him in a hurry, "Listen to the old man, you are the cousin of this young master?" ”

This person is none other than the son-in-law of the head of the Yunyin Sect - Feng Yu.

He is also the chief disciple of Mo Qinghuan, a well-known immortal cultivation genius in the entire cultivation world, and the young master of Yunyin Sect, Feng Yu.

Once he saw his old man again, Yechen lowered his head, and in front of his eyes he crossed the picture of his ten fingers digging out this person's heart alive in his previous life.

The red dress was like blood, and he never closed his eyes with hatred and stared at him deeply until he died.

The pride of the sky scolded him, "Yechen, you deserve to die!" You're a heinous demon! ”

It's a pity.

Thinking of this, a hideous smile crossed his eyes.

Although he lost in his previous life, he was planted in the hands of that group of sanctimonious hypocrites and in the hands of Mo Qinghuan......

But he's back.

And this time, with a deep hatred in the sea of blood, a deeper obsession and hatred than in the previous life!

He, Yechen, has fled from hell again.