His Royal Highness the evildoer came to the door

Chapter 660
"No need, master, you should call me Xiyan."

Lan Xiyan shook her head, rejecting the name, and for some reason she resisted the word from the bottom of her heart, which made her feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

She is her, if the name Lan Xiyan is discarded, is she still the original Lan Xiyan?What's the point of her existence?
"Ok."

Seeing her insistence, Di Shiyan didn't say anything more.

"Master, it's nothing, I'll go down first."

After clapping hands and saluting, Lan Xiyan prepared to leave with her bags in her arms.

"Wait, take this to practice first, if there is anything you don't understand, come to Wuqing Palace and ask as a teacher."

Di Shiyan called to stop Lan Xiyan, took out a small notebook from his sleeve and handed it to her.

"But Master, I haven't finished reading the book on spiritual power training you gave me last time."

Lan Xiyan curled her lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

Master now gives her another task, which makes her feel very Alexander.

"You don't need to read that book anymore, just read this one now. The demon power sealed in your body has been unlocked for you by the teacher. Your skill is extraordinary, you must practice hard, and you can't be sloppy."

Di Shiyan murmured, a flash of thought flashed across his eyes, and looked at Lan Xiyan with a slightly unnatural look in his eyes.

Now she has become a demon, neither a fairy nor a human nor a ghost.

She had already died once, if Feng Feili hadn't washed her marrow and changed her scriptures, and spent 1 years of her demonic power, she would have died long ago.

Although Di Shiyan was very concerned about her getting a demon body now, there was nothing she could do about it.

"Master, I'm going down first."

After clapping her hands and saluting, Lan Xiyan turned around and left after speaking.

Feeling a little bitter in my heart, I don't want to look into Di Shiyan's eyes.

Although he didn't know why Di Shiyan kept her and accepted her as his disciple, what he said was true.

She is a demon now, and she has obtained his 1-year-old demon power. She is a completely different person from that waste of spiritual power, who was still dreaming of being a chivalrous woman, hunting demons and collecting ghosts everywhere.

Di Shiyan stood where he was, watching Lan Xiyan's back as he went away, but did not hold back.

There was a flash of deep thought in his eyes, and then he returned to his original state.

You are Lan Xiyan, but you are also Luo Yushang, so this seat will not give you another chance to leave the Palace of Wuqing.

The obsession of this seat is you, but your obsession is in him, which penetrates deep into the bone marrow, is unforgettable, and will never be forgotten.

Yushang, as long as you stay in Wuqing Palace.

In this life, without Beiyuhuang's intervention, you will never leave this seat again.

The Palace of Heartlessness is too deserted, without your laughter, it is too lonely.

1000 years and he's tired.

Raising his eyes, looking at the building standing in front of him, Di Shiyan turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and walked slowly towards the Palace of Wuqing.

The tall and straight figure gradually drifted away, and disappeared in the square after a while.

The Wuqing Temple is surrounded by towering mountains and endless forests. Apart from the sounds of birds and insects and frogs, there is nothing else, and the silence is terrifying.

In the huge heartless palace, he has always been alone. In the long years, how much time has passed?Even he himself doesn't know.

Lifting his foot, he stepped into the Palace of Heartlessness, his snow-white robe swayed on the ground, his jet-black hair fell down and flowed down his body.

The picturesque eyebrows, the stunning posture, the lavender eyes with sparkling waves, the lake and water color, make people intoxicated at a glance.

Thoughts flowed, but it seemed to return to that sunny afternoon thousands of years ago.

Outside the main hall, the sky was just right, cloudless, the blue sky was as clear as washing, and the wind carried a faint fragrance of flowers, blowing into the tip of the nose, making people drowsy.

(End of this chapter)