"The so-called sect leader is just a gimmick, the person who controls the Demon Sect is not me, what about my existence, to say that it is ugly, it is a puppet who doesn't care about anything, and the good thing is that it is a treasure of the town house, and it is taken out at a critical moment."

As a result, what he never expected was that he also dropped the chain at the critical moment.

The waste that has been raised for more than ten years is really a complete waste in the end.

I don't know if the real Demon Sect Master who has passed away will be angry and come back to life.

He put away the jade fan and smashed it into Qin Jiu's arms.

"Although she doesn't want to admit it, she still has your Qin clan's blood in the end, and in the end, she only exchanged the things that belong to your Qin clan for you, and you don't need to feel any guilt."

"Of course, if you also think that this is the so-called evil sect, you can also choose to refuse and take revenge with your own ability, but I don't know what will be left of your Qingyu faction at that time."

"Probably, it's just a handful of white bones that you took back."

After he finished speaking, the person had already lay down, and the cotton wool brocade quilt was put on his body, and he soon fell asleep.

A long time has passed.

Qin Jiucai replied faintly.

"I'll practice."

The Qingyu faction lost because its thinking was too old and pedantic, although this method might be able to avoid the sect's internal strife, but if a sect couldn't even resist the civil strife, it wouldn't survive for too long.

The current results of the Qingyu faction are just proof of this.

……

The sun and the moon change, and the stars change.

In this turquoise world, time is so fast that people don't know it.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Ten years have not left too many traces on Chixiao's face, but the facial features are less youthful and more mature and three-dimensional, but they are the same elegance and peerless.

He was still sitting in his old chair, Qin Jiu was cooking tea for him, and the freshly made flower cake was also handed to him personally.

"Here, father."

"Good son."

When Qin was ninety-eight years old, he surpassed him in height, and Chixiao cleverly forced him to worship himself as his father-in-law before that, and wittily raised himself by a generation, so that no matter how he was calculated, he would be 'taller'.

Qin Jiu thought that he would send people under the fence and rely on Chixiao for food and drink, and this righteous father would not lose anything, so he easily agreed.

But what he didn't expect was that even so, the ambiguous thoughts in his heart did not become shallower than the change of this title, and as time passed, it became more and more uncontrollable.

Like at this time.

When he lowered his head, he could see the spring light on Chixiao's chest, and he had practiced occasionally over the years, and the lines of his muscles were not as strong as his, but they were also clearly visible, which was more in line with his feminine and somewhat bewitching appearance.

The so-called demons are like this.

"Father-in-law, the date for going down the mountain has been set, and it is today."

"Okay."

Chixiao slapped his thigh, his expression was as casual as if he was going out to pick up a medicine, completely ignoring the danger of this way.

Qin Jiu twisted his eyebrows, although he didn't want to be separated from this person, he still reminded: "Father-in-law, this road is dangerous, in fact, you don't need to follow me, with my current ability, I can already take care of myself, even if I can't do it, it is the result that I should bear by myself." ”

Chixiao didn't bother to answer him, a little on tiptoe, and the person had already flown out.

The fiery back is like an arrogant phoenix.

His eyes were complaining, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Let's go."

The old man's voice sounded behind him, and Qin Jiu turned around, only to see that Aunt Whispering was also ready to carry her burden.

He was shocked.

"Auntie, you want to go down the mountain with us too?"

Mu Qingyu's empty eyes still didn't show any emotion.

She hung her head, and her silver-white hair hid half of her old face.

She said.

"People die to get to the ground, and I still have to die where I deserve to die. I've got to tell the old guys that it's them, not me, that's wrong. ”

"I'm afraid I'll die far away and won't be able to find them."