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

"Xin'er, step back."

"Jia'er is right, he is my Sang Ni's male favorite. I have the final say in life and death, reward and punishment, and no one else can comment."

Just when Shui Yixin was silenced by Yuan Jia, a slender dark red figure suddenly appeared in front of the person.

The female voice is seductive and hoarse, possessing the ability to enchant.

For example, Zhao Muyang, a weakling with only the fifth level of foundation building, his eyes became obsessed and stupid just by listening to Sang Yan's voice.

Song Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, reached out and pinched his waist, and then covered his mouth in advance.

This woke up Zhao Muyang and saved him from the embarrassment of disturbing others by screaming in pain.

"Teacher, junior sister?"

Zhao Muyang looked at Song Zhi pitifully, with a puzzled look on his face.

Song Zhi didn't bother to explain to him and just pretended not to hear.

She raised her eyes and looked at the young man in brocade clothes who was following Sang Yan.

After seeing that the young man looked very similar to Sang Yu, Song Zhi immediately understood the identity of this person.

*

On the other side, since Sang Yan suddenly appeared, the surrounding demon soldiers, demon generals and demon kings all knelt on one knee and saluted Sang Yan in a grand manner.

"See the Saint!"

Looking at the pious and awed eyes of the demon soldiers, Song Zhi had a deep understanding of the appeal of Third Senior Sister Sang Yan in the demon clan.

"Well, everyone, get up."

"Everyone is waiting, just go and do whatever you have to do."

"They are all so fierce and ugly that it makes my eyes hurt."

Sang Yan swept past the kneeling demon. She was carrying the noble and elegant posture of a saint.

After seeing her men's weird looks and outfits, she immediately showed a look of disgust.

Hearing her different speaking style from the crisp commanding voice at the beginning, it was as if she had a different speaking style.

Song Zhi, Zhao Muyang, Feng Ye and others looked surprised, but the demons who were kneeling on the ground like Ulala were used to it.

They looked relieved, stood up, and quickly slipped away.

Scared to death!

I thought that the saint would be furious if she found out that her male favorite was having an affair with someone else, implicating them and punishing them for their poor supervision.

"The saint seems to be in a very good mood today..."

The warm wind blew slowly by, gently blowing the smiling murmur of a demon general into Song Zhi's ears.

Song Zhi happened to feel this way, so he believed it to be true.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, she was slapped in the face by Sang Yan himself.

*

Yuan Jia, the arrogant male favorite, saw Sang Yan suddenly appear.

He was startled at first, then quickly calmed down.

After all the demon soldiers and generals around him dispersed, he immediately faced Sang Yan with a surprise smile on his face.

"Saint, you are finally back!"

"Are you okay?"

"They said you suddenly disappeared in the Red Cloud Tent."

"I'm worried about you."

Yuan Jia reached out and held Sang Yan's hand, showing affection.

He made no secret of his affection and concern for Sang Yan.

He didn't even care about the shame of a human golden elixir monk committing himself to a demon saint.

It was so generous and generous, showing his accomplishments as a man's favorite.

This male favorite is really dedicated to what he does.

Song Zhi stood aside, admiring Yuan Jia's performance while secretly glancing at the handsome face of fourth senior brother Zhuang Wei, who turned cold in vain.

I deeply feel that eating melon in Shura Field is really exciting.

Facing Yuan Jia's worried face, Sang Yan playfully blinked her eyes and replied with a smile: "Thank you Jia'er for your concern."

"Of course I'm fine. Look, I'm standing right in front of you."

Sang Yan chuckled, seemingly in a good mood.

Her attitude was the same as usual, and there was nothing strange about her body or face.

Yuan Jia immediately smiled with relief, and his anxious heart finally returned to his stomach.

Sang Yan is still as lusty and stupid as before. As long as he smiles at her and says something caring, she will believe him.

Saint?

Humph, if you look at it, Sang Yan is just a mindless pervert!

Yuan Jia was disdainful in his heart, but his face showed sincerity. He thought that this time he had passed easily again, so he couldn't help but smile smugly at Shui Yixin beside him.

Shui Yixin said nothing with a cold face, but there was a trace of ridicule and malice in his eyes.

Yuan Jia doesn't really think that Master is sincere to him...

*

"Well, good Jia'er."

"I am indeed safe and sound, but you are not."

"Something's wrong with you, and it's a big deal!"

Just when a group of people subconsciously relaxed their nerves.

Sang Yan, who had gathered all the eyes, suddenly reached out and lifted Yuan Jia's chin.

She whispered softly into his ear.

The voice is soft and low, like whispering to a lover, intoxicating.

But the dangerous aura in her words sent chills down people's backs.

Yuan Jia tried his best to restrain his fear and followed Sang Yan's strength and looked up at her.

He pretended to be puzzled and said: "Holy girl, why do you say that?"

"But, but what did Jia'er do wrong?"

Yuan Jia cautiously probed, acting innocent.

Sang Yan smiled wantonly, with a bright smile on her face.

Her hands slid down to Yuan Jia's chest, and her bright red nails touched the man's heart ambiguously.

"Jia'er didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, Jia'er did a good job."

"Hao Jia'er, tell me the information you found in the Demon Palace."

"Can all of them be sent back to your Yuqing Palace?"

*

When Sang Yan interacted sweetly with her male favorite Yuan Jia, she did not avoid others.

She behaved charmingly and captivatingly, seducing people with every move she made.

But what he said was really shocking.

To Yuan Jia, the person involved, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Yuan Jia was so frightened that his lips trembled and his face turned pale.

He blinked rapidly, trying to think of a solution, but found that he had no way to defend himself.

"Saint, I, I don't..."

"I was forced!"

"You believe me, I am sincere to you."

"But those thieves from Yuqing Palace, they threatened me with my parents' lives."

"Holy girl, I have to obey now. Please, please spare me this time!"

Yuan Jia trembled and fell to the ground.

Under Sang Yan's half-smiling gaze, he couldn't even feel the emotion of denial or resistance.

Sang Yan will not be aimless.

Sang Yan has long been aware of the things he did in the Demon Palace.

She is playing him!

He and Yuqing Palace were both deceived! !

But thinking of the scenes of love in the past, Yuan Jia couldn't help but feel a little hope.

He knelt on the ground and looked up at Sang Yan pitifully.

The witch, who was slender and graceful, only lowered her head and smiled gently at him.

The next moment, Sang Yan's jade hand, which had touched the bones of countless dead people, suddenly covered his head.

"Uncle Yuan!!"

Seeing this horrific scene, the maid Xiao Ju, who had a very low sense of existence, couldn't help but scream.

"Good boy, don't panic, you are next~"

Sang Yan curled her lips and chuckled. She did not move and only focused on reading Yuan Jia's memory.

But Xiao Ju tried to escape, but was still tightly tied into a ball with a long snakeskin whip.

Everyone looked up and realized that Zhuang Wei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took action.

"Next time something like this happens, just call me, Senior Sister."

"Don't let those who don't want to do it wait and dirty senior sister's hands."