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

Seeing Sang Yan retract her hand with a satisfied look on her face, Zhuang Fei quickly stepped forward and held her jade palm cherished.

He said softly, while taking out a mermaid gauze brocade handkerchief from his arms, and gently wiped Sang Yan's palm.

Sang Yan frowned subconsciously, but after catching a glimpse of the shocked expressions of Song Zhi, Sangyu and others, she suppressed it.

That's it.

Zhuang Fei was already a father, and she had to save some face for him in front of others.

"Xin'er."

"According to the previous plan, you go and close the Internet cafe."

"Remember, be gentle and don't disturb other fish."

Sang Yan took back her hand and blew her nails carelessly, and she gave the order without looking back.

Under her feet, Yuan Jia had turned into a skeleton, and his spiritual source and soul were all sucked into Sang Yan's body.

"Yes, Yixin will definitely live up to his mission!"

Shui Yixin stepped out in response and made a solemn promise to Sang Yan.

He raised his head and glanced at Zhuang Fei with complicated eyes, and finally left the Shura venue quickly.

At this point, Song Zhi and his party understood that Sang Yan's so-called male favorite, Sanqian, might not be a male favorite in the true sense.

*

"Okay, that's enough business. Now it's time for us classmates to have tea and chat."

After Shui Yixin turned into pink petals and disappeared from his eyes, Sang Yan immediately turned around to look at Song Zhi and the others.

She winked playfully, and her pretty face had a strange blend of childishness and charm, making her look very easy to get along with, just like the big sister next door.

But even the most stupid and sweet Zhao Muyang didn't dare to believe her at this time.

"I will follow senior sister's arrangements."

Seeing that Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang were as silent as Meng Hulu, Feng Ye on the side had no choice but to step forward and take the initiative to chat.

Facing his unshaven, vicissitudes of life face, Sang Yan immediately turned away her eyes in disgust.

"Xiaowu, you have the heart of the sword, and your cultivation should have made rapid progress. Why is it that it has been thirty years and you are only in the early stage of the Golden Core??"

"What have you been doing in the past?"

"Also, your face, your clothes..."

"When I left the sect, you never read the book on the development of a handsome man that I gave you as a gift?!"

"It's not as good as it used to be!"

"You're ugly, dirty, weak, and eye-catching. Move aside. I don't want to look at you."

*

Feng Ye couldn't think of it.

He just took the initiative to strike up a conversation, but Third Senior Sister was as ruthless and ruthless to him as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves.

He knew that the third senior sister was a beauty-controller.

But, but he is of the blood of the Human Emperor after all.

He's not ugly either...

As for what he was wearing, he was a poor swordsman who was either fighting with others or on the way to escape.

Dressing brightly shows that it is unrealistic.

Feng Ye had a lot of complaints in his heart, but facing the powerful pressure of Sang Yanyuan Queen, he didn't dare to dare to refute.

In the early stage of Nascent Soul, he could still fight to the death.

Such as Sang Yan, a relatively old Yuan queen demon.

Hahaha, he'd better not seek death.

*

After criticizing Feng Ye with a cold face, Sang Yan showed a spring breeze smile again and raised his eyes to stare at Song Zhi with interest.

Song Zhi was staring at her smiling eyes so much that he broke into a cold sweat, and Sang Yan looked back casually.

She waved her hand as if nothing was wrong.

The next moment, several people present moved their positions and found themselves in the Red Cloud Tent.

"sit down."

"Don't be restrained, just treat it like your own home."

"Well, Yu'er, please don't sit down."

"Kneel down first."

Sang Yu stood behind Zhao Muyang.

He was secretly glancing at Zhuang Wei who was following Sang Yan, scratching his head and thinking about the reason for talking to his biological father.

Before he could think of it, the next moment, Sang Yu, who was already sitting on the soft couch, was lifted to the center of the hall by a powerful force and forced to kneel down with his head down.

Sang Yu couldn't get up: "????" "Mother, mother?"

Not really.

How embarrassing to kneel down in public!

After the fall, they could settle their accounts and go back to the devil world to close the small dark room.

Facing Song Zhi's joking eyes, Sang Yu felt his cheeks heat up and felt ashamed all over.

Although he was always embarrassed when he was in the demon world.

But, his biological father is right here watching.

He has to leave a good impression on his biological father, right?

Sang Yu tried hard to convey his resentment and concerns.

But Sang Yan turned a blind eye to him. She only turned to look at Song Zhi with a bright smile.

"Little junior sister, my family is unfortunate, so you are laughing at me."

"It's up to you and Xiao Wu to rescue this traitor. I'm really grateful, senior sister."

"This treacherous son makes my heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt all the time. With so many people coming and going, you, the master uncle, can barely cure him."

"It just so happens that he escaped from the demon world as your male favorite. Why don't you let me make the decision today and make it real?"

"Your fourth senior brother is the biological father of this rebellious son. Your fourth senior brother has no objection to my decision. Do you think it is feasible?"

When Sang Yan looked at her with a gentle face, Song Zhi thought that this demon senior sister was preparing to show her friendship to her fellow disciples.

Talk to her about daily life and give her some greeting gifts.

Who would have thought that as soon as Sang Yan opened his mouth, he would throw such a big bomb.

Thank you for the invitation. She was already covered in blood.

Let her and Sang Yu become a couple, what does Sang Yan think? ?

*

"Thank you, senior sister, for your kindness."

"It's just that Xiaodao can't accept Sangyu."

"Xiaodao made an oath to his inner demon, and will never be tainted with love unless he ascends to heaven."

Besides, she really looked down on Sang Yu, a childish guy.

With a bone age of over thirty, he is still an adult demon in the demon world, but his mind is still as young as a cub.

Accepting Sangyu is no different from accepting a trouble.

Song Zhi thought so, but she didn't dare to say it.

Faced with Song Zhi's firm refusal, Sang Yan's smile never diminished.

She sighed, glanced at Sang Yu with disgust, and said like slapping a fly with her hand: "That's all."

"Ever since I gave birth to this little bastard, I've known that he must be a loser."

"Since Junior Sister doesn't want him, let's leave it to you, Zhuang Fei."

"There's an empty room over there. You can go over there and get to know each other, and then develop a relationship."

"Tsk."

Sang Yan sat crookedly on the soft couch, as soft as a bone.

She pointed out Zhuang Fei's identity in such an understatement.

Regarding this scene, Song Zhi, Zhao Muyang and Feng Ye who were watching were even more shocked than Sang Yu.

However, although.

It seems reasonable to put it on Third Senior Sister.

"I have nothing to say to Yu'er."

"Aqi prefers to stay with senior sister."

"Sister, please don't chase me away, please?"

"Just in time, we can clear up the misunderstanding on the spot and resolve the sinkhole issue."

"Are you right, little junior sister?"

The imaginary scene of father and son recognizing each other, and the touching scene of recognition, did not appear at all.

After Zhuang Wei glanced at Sang Yu, he decisively rejected the proposal to leave.

He took the initiative to bring up the topic and included Song Zhi and the others, which can be said to be very scheming.

Seeing Zhuang Wei sitting at the foot of Sang Yu, staring at Sang Xiang lovingly with his eyes, his infatuated look was more of a man's favorite than a man's favorite.

The corners of Song Zhi's mouth twitched in unison as they were grateful that their fourth senior brother was actually the head of the banker's family.

Eye-catching.

This is called real eye-catching!