While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Chapter 143, Fourth Brother of Pure Love God of War

"The three uncles, the master and the head of the banker are all missing!"

Song Zhi, Feng Ye, Zhao Muyang, and Sang Yu's group of four passed through the checkpoints with Shui Yixin's token and finally entered the red cloud tent where Sang Yan was.

As soon as he stood still, Shui Yixin, dressed in white, frowned and came forward with an anxious look on his face.

Hearing this, Song Zhi and the other four were immediately stunned.

"what?"

"Brother Shui, please make it clear, what do you mean by missing??"

Sang Yu was the first to shout.

He was really puzzled.

Shui Yixin no longer cares about maintaining the image of a handsome young man.

Hearing this, he replied in a solemn tone: "Holy Son, the master is gone, that's what it means literally."

"Qian Mo and Hua Shengzi, two demon lords, came together to see the master to report military affairs."

"But in the red cloud tent, there was always silence and no response."

"The two demon kings suddenly felt something bad. After forcing their way into the tent, they were shocked to realize that both the saint and Zhuang Pi were missing!!"

"The Lord Demon Lord believes that the saint may have encountered an unexpected situation, so she left early."

"Either she was the saint who fell into the banker's trick and was quietly abducted."

Zhuang Fei is the head of the Zhuang family of the weapon refining family. Not only was he a cultivator at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he was also an eighth-grade weapon refining master.

He must have a rare and powerful spiritual treasure in his hand.

If he attacks unexpectedly, Sang Yan may not be able to escape.

Shui Yixin understood this truth, and Song Zhi and the four others on the side also understood it.

"For the current plan, we must find the Saint as soon as possible."

"And it can't be made public."

"Outside the Red Cloud Tent, it looks like it's monolithic, but in fact there are many informants lurking there."

"If people learn that the saint responsible for holding the battle is not here, those people will definitely take the opportunity to cause chaos!"

This time, Sang Yan impulsively set out to desert continent to retrieve the Holy Son Sangyu.

Now Sang Yu is back intact.

Their demonic army should retreat to the demonic world.

But Sang Yan didn't give the order, so the demon soldiers and generals didn't dare to move.

"It's not good for you to be active."

"Why don't we, brothers and sisters, let us search separately."

"If possible, you can go to the banker and catch a few insiders to ask. Maybe you can find out useful information."

Compared to Shui Yixin's panic, Song Zhi seemed much calmer.

After all, it's none of your business, just hang it up high.

"In this way, Yi Xin has thanked the three uncles first!!"

*

When the three brothers and sisters of Master Song Zhi, plus Sang Yu, and a group of four people were wandering around the demon camp, searching.

In a mustard space independent of the small community of Qianhu.

Sang Yan, who had disappeared, and Zhuang Fei, the head of the banker family, were among them.

"The prison dragon locks from before can't trap me yet."

"How dare you say that it's only half repaired now?"

"Zhuang Fei, you are almost two hundred years old, why are you still so naive?"

In the square pink palace.

Surrounded by white water vapor.

On top of the steamy light blue lake, a large soft couch appeared out of thin air.

On the soft couch, Sang Yan, who had blood-colored petal magic patterns on her forehead and looked charming, was half-relying on two soft pillows.

If you look carefully, you can see that Sang Yan's exposed jade arms are firmly locked by two tulles that are integrated with the water vapor.

The tulle is light and clear, not like a chain, but like Sang Yan's own shawl.

It made her soft and pretty, exuding the divine maternal brilliance.

Zhuang Fei was suspended on the water, watching Sang Yan's red lips move slightly, opening and closing, and he was fascinated by it.

Seeing him standing there blankly, his face was filled with shock and obsession visible to the naked eye.

Sang Yan's annoyance at being captured suddenly subsided a lot without her realizing it.

She would always be extra soft-hearted towards Zhuang Fei.

*

"Sister..."

"Not seen for thirty-one years."

"I've missed you so much."

Zhuang Fei was infatuated with himself for a while, and saw Sang Yan turning her eyes away from him, looking indifferent and not caring about him.

He immediately panicked and hurriedly stepped on the lake water to appear in front of the bed. Looking at Sang Yan, who was still young and even more beautiful than before, Zhuang Fei's voice couldn't help but become a little hoarse.

He really wanted to have a nightmare.

My bones hurt just thinking about it.

A dignified and handsome young man with long hair shawl.

On the bridge of his tall nose, there is a gold-rimmed single-rimmed spectacle lens.

The thin transparent lens covered Zhuang Fei's gray left eye.

It also concealed his greatest reliance and secret.

However, all this was invisible in front of Sang Yan.

*

"Is it?"

"But I don't miss you."

"I don't want to see you even more."

Compared to Zhuang Fei's enthusiasm, Sang Yan's attitude was extremely cold.

Looking at the beautiful witch who turned her eyes away from him, Zhuang Wei felt his heart suffocate, and a pain like needles spread densely from the bottom of his heart.

He really, really misses Sang Yan and loves Sang Yan very much.

However, when he was young and ignorant, he did something unforgivable to Sang Yan.

Therefore, Sang Yan eventually turned against him and parted ways.

These were all his own doing.

He has no complaints or injustice.

But he was unwilling to do so.

He wanted to save.

"Senior sister, the demon saint you are looking for."

"When I look at it, it seems to be 70-80% similar to me."

"I don't know, but that child is, is he my flesh and blood?"

Zhuang Fei was half-kneeling in front of the couch. While he glanced at Sang Yan greedily, he lowered his voice and asked cautiously.

Zi Sang Yan led the demon army and suddenly descended on Zhuangjiabao.

She threatened to take revenge for her son, the Holy Son of the Demon Race.

Zhuang Fei knew that the opportunity for him and his senior sister to reconcile was here!

The appearance of the demon saint named Sang Yu was too similar to him.

Except for those upturned peach blossom eyes, that kid is simply a replica of him when he was young!

When Zhuang Wei thought of this possibility, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

Even if he died, he would not have thought that Sang Yan, who hated him and dug out his left eye with his own hands, would choose to give birth to his blood.

After all, in Sang Yan's opinion, that child was an evil breed in an absolute sense...

The more Zhuang Fei thought about it, the more moved he felt, and a few tears could not help but burst out of his eyes.

The way he looked at Sang Yan was with devout admiration, as if he was looking at his own god.

Sang Yan: "..."

People who are usually very smart start to act stupid when they see her.

I really don’t know how I fell in love with him in the first place.

Damn it, I teased this little kid...

It's all bad luck!

"You didn't kidnap me into the prison locks just to enmity with me, right?"

"Loosen the dragon-binding rope. If you have any questions, we can go out to the Red Cloud Tent and discuss it in detail."

"Just in time, you and I can also go and meet our junior sister."

"While I was fighting with you, Xin'er happened to receive an urgent call from my junior sister and went to pick her up."

"Now, Junior Sister should be sitting in the Red Cloud Tent waiting for me."

Sang Yan turned her head slightly, raised her eyes, looked at the gauze on her arms, and signaled to Zhuang Sui.

The atmosphere between the two of them was not tense, but there was an undercurrent.

Sang Yan felt that she was tolerant enough and gave Zhuang Fei a step.

It's a pity that Zhuang Fei, who was obsessed with jealousy, couldn't listen to anything else at this time.

He was struggling with Sang Yan's nickname for Shui Yixin.

"Xin'er?"

"Senior sister, you called this person's name so affectionately~"

"Junior brother, I am really uncontrollably jealous!"

(End of this chapter)