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Chapter 493 The Apprentice Is a Big Boss in the Demon World (49)

The cloth on the back was attached to the wound, and there was a sharp pain when he pulled it. He was afraid that his master would be angry, so he increased his strength and pulled the inner coat to his waist.

Perhaps it was because of being too nervous and uncomfortable, but the pain seemed to be relieved a lot.

Yan Li pursed his lips to try to calm himself down, but the tips of his ears gradually became hot. He felt the master's fingers gently move around the edge of the wound, causing a burst of numbness.

Yan Li closed her eyes, trying to ignore the touch from her back.

For a moment, Wei Xi withdrew his hand, directing his spiritual power towards the wound in his palm, and after a while, the fine black thorns were forced out by his spiritual power.

"Sure enough, there are things." Wei Xi glanced at those black thorns, and said to Yan Li, "Turn around."

"Okay..." Yan Li turned to face the master, luckily the lights in the room were not lit, otherwise he would be even more uncomfortable.

Wei Xi glanced over the welt on Yan Li's neck, and landed on the dark red crescent imprint under his left collarbone, and then looked away, forcing out all the remaining black thorns.

Yan Li glanced at those black thorns, saw that Wei Xi was about to put it away, and hugged him suddenly in desperation: "Master, I hurt..."

Those black thorns that hadn't been put away all fell to the ground because of Yan Li's sudden action.

Wei Xi: "..."

Forget it, it's not her sweeping anyway.

Although the black thorn was forced out, the wound still hadn't healed. Wei Xi's clothes were also stained with blood after being hugged by Yan Li.

She looked down at the shocking whip marks on the boy's back, paused in the air with her raised hand, and finally just brushed the hair on his back to her front.

"I heard from the head that you are a descendant of the Yue family?"

Yan Li opened his eyes, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "Master, do you believe what the head said?"

"If I believe it, I'll come to ask you what to do." Wei Xi used spiritual power to wash away the blood on his body.

Yan Li let go of his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face: "But aren't the master and the sect leader brothers and sisters?"

"So what." Wei Xi got off the bed and sat on the chair next to her. Even when she mentioned her senior brother who had been with her for a long time, her demeanor was always calm, without any trace of the friendship that a senior brother and sister should have.

Yan Li even felt that the master didn't care about Wan Yunzong, and even less about everything in this world.

Perhaps this includes him as well.

But he approached the master, wasn't it also to achieve his own goals.

Thinking about this, Yan Li calmed down, thought for a while, and said slowly: "Not long after the end of the Great War between the Immortals and the Demons, the Yue Clan was retaliated by the Demon Lord. The patriarch originally wanted to lead the clansmen to seek refuge in various sects, but they were all declined. The Yuezhi belong to the Demon Realm, so the previous cooperation was just to take advantage of it."

"The tribe tried their best, but only a few people escaped, and my mother was among them."

Speaking of this, Yan Li didn't intend to say any more.

His mother was arrested for the sake of his clansmen and imprisoned by the Demon Venerable, and the blood of his enemies flowed in his body...

His birth was a disgrace.

Yan Li hated that he was the son of the Demon Lord, and even more hated that he could only watch his mother die in front of his eyes, but he was powerless. If he wanted revenge, he could only please the Demon Lord and practice Demon Art, even if he suffered backlash.

Only in this way can he be qualified for revenge.

Wei Xi had a rough idea of ​​what happened next, and she would not stop Yan Li from taking revenge.

She was just afraid that she couldn't protect him.

Wei got up from the chair, glanced sideways at the young man with his head hanging down on the bed, and said softly, "You rest, I'm leaving for the teacher."

Yan Li raised his pale face, knelt on the bed and bowed in salute: "Disciple sends master respectfully."

(End of this chapter)