After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

The old man patted the sofa section next to his buttocks.

Zhou Yan thought for a moment, then walked over and sat down next to the old man.

Yang Jian's breathing became intermittent.

The old man gently patted Zhou Yan's shoulder.

"Xiao Tao, I watched you grow up, and your father is my good brother who went through thick and thin with me. I've wanted to marry my daughter to you for a long time, so we can really be relatives."

Yang Jian stared at Zhou Yan, his eyes seemingly calm, but Zhou Yan could still sense the rising killing intent emanating from him.

If the murderous intent just now was merely a chill caressing his back, then from now on, that chill will transform into a sharp knife, subjecting him to repeated, agonizing torture.

Yang Jian's hatred for himself was no less than that for Nezha.

Bai Ze, what rumors did you spread about Yang Jian back then?

Why could He hate Himself to this extent?

Yang Jian stared at Zhou Yan's face and said.

"A marriage between close relatives is indeed suitable. Uncle, rest assured, I will take good care of Wanwan after I marry her."

Yang Jian said through gritted teeth.

"Completely attentive to detail, unable to endure even the slightest hardship in the world!"

The old man laughed heartily. These elderly people love to arrange their children's lives, especially after arranging what they consider to be the most correct path for their children. Their joy is impossible to hide.

Now the elderly feel that their children are on the right track in life, and that they will get married, start a family, and have children later, and then they will be able to hold their grandchildren.

"Great, great, Xiao Tao, your uncle was right about you."

The old man gave a thumbs up.

"You are the one. It's a blessing for my daughter to marry you."

The old man reached out and gently patted Zhou Yan on the back, a hint that Zhou Yan should say something nice.

But Zhou Yan looked at the blood slowly seeping from Yang Jian's clenched fist, his face showing only worry.

This guy could clench his fist so tightly that his fingernails would dig into his skin, causing him to bleed. Zhou Yan couldn't even imagine what this beast might do to him later.

In the previous times Zhou Yan went to the fragment world to save people, those he saved were either suffering from amnesia or were in a half-dead state. Why is it that Erlang Shen Yang Jian in this world can still retain his memories?

No, he still retains his supernatural powers. When Zhou Yan came in, he saw that the crack on Erlang Shen's forehead had opened, revealing a trace of his third eye.

Seeing his daughter remain silent, the father, concerned for her well-being, turned his head and said unhappily.

"Wanwan, are you mute? Say something!"

The old father just couldn't understand why his daughter, who was usually so talkative and never stopped talking, wouldn't utter a single word when the time came.

Lu Zhouyan gave a weak smile and opened his mouth to speak.

"Well, actually I'm still young."

Yang Jian raised his chin.

"You're not young anymore, you can have children now."

Zhou Yan interrupted.

"I think life should be full of unknowns, rather than being firmly confined to a certain range and not allowed to move around."

Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

“I have a classmate who said the same thing as you, Wanwan. He tried drugs in order to pursue a more colorful life. Now the grass on his grave is taller than me.”

Zhou Yan's adoptive father noticed something was off about his daughter's tone.

"what happened?"

The father looked at Zhou Yan with a furrowed brow.

"Wanwan, didn't you always tell me that you wanted to marry your Tao-gege?"

The problem is, your Tao brother is so cute, it's killing me!

The killing intent emanating from Erlang Shen was so intense it threatened to tear Zhou Yan to pieces.

"Okay, I get it now."

Zhou Yan's adoptive father clapped his hands.

"It must be because this old man is here that you two young people are too shy to let loose."

Zhou Yan's adoptive father winked at Zhou Yan, as if to say, "I understand you young people."

"I'm leaving now, to give you young people some space."

Zhou Yan's adoptive father stood up happily, but halfway up, Zhou Yan grabbed his adoptive father's hand. Upon seeing this, the father shook off Zhou Yan's hand, muttering something under his breath.

"What are you afraid of? Xiao Tao will be your husband sooner or later, and so will your wife, Erjiu."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Is this a matter between the husband and wife?

Zhou Yan's adoptive father walked to the door, opened it, and went out.

Only Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen remained in the reception room.

The silence between the rooms was so profound that you could hear each other breathing.

It was in this environment where you could hear the breathing that Erlang Shen loosened his clenched fist, and Zhou Yan saw that half of his palm was already stained red with blood.

"Bai... Ze..."

Erlang Shen placed both hands on his collar and slowly unbuttoned it.

Zhou Yansan smiled.

Are you afraid of the heat?

Erlang Shen shook his head almost imperceptibly.

"No, it's because I'm afraid of blood splattering on my clothes."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Erlang Shen slowly got up.

"Bai Ze, it's good that you came..."

Zhou Yan hurriedly replied.

"Who is Bai Ze? Brother Tao, why are you behaving so strangely?"

Erlang Shen took off his coat and threw it aside, then pointed to the location of his third eye on his forehead.

Do you know the difference between a demon beast whose bloodline hasn't awakened and one that has already become a demon?

Zhou Yan pretended to be confused.

Erlang Shen explained.

"A demon beast whose bloodline has not yet awakened has its eyes closed; a demon beast whose bloodline has awakened has its eyes open."

Erlang Shen's third eye also has the ability to see through the transformations of demons and beasts. However, compared to Sun Wukong's fiery eyes, which were damaged by the Eight Trigrams Furnace, Erlang Shen's third eye can see the demonic aura on the demons clearly and distinctly.

Normally, an unawakened demon beast's demonic energy will form a bloodline prototype with its eyes closed, as if it were sleeping. However, a demon beast that has already awakened and has begun to condense its demonic energy will form a demon beast prototype with its eyes open, constantly looking out at its environment.

Behind Zhou Yan, a white-haired beast with its eyes wide open was constantly looking out. Even when Erlang Shen looked over, the white-haired beast was still winking and waving its claws.

It's practically a mockery of myself.

But it doesn't matter. Erlang Shen can tell that Zhou Yan's demonic aura is not strong, so he probably hasn't been cultivating for very long.

Such a white-haired beast is the easiest to bully.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Dog Blood

Erlang Shen took a few breaths, and this burly man, whose muscles were already so defined that his clothes couldn't cover them, began to ripple with strength. His clothes stretched outwards, especially around the buttons, revealing large patches of flesh, showing signs of being stronger than a normal human.

In the bodybuilding industry, bodybuilding experts would definitely conclude that Erlang Shen was on drugs, because there is a limit to human strength, and Erlang Shen's muscles clearly exceeded that limit. But Erlang Shen knew that every muscle on his body was honed by him over countless hours, bit by bit, with painstaking effort.

Because all of this is the result of hard work and training, Erlang Shen can perfectly control every muscle in his body and can easily unleash his body's maximum potential in the shortest amount of time.

Then, he channeled this outburst into the white-haired beast in front of him!

Bai Ze must die!

Erlang Shen emitted a crackling sound like popping beans, a sign that he was loosening his joints and skeletal structure and circulating his qi and blood.

Bai Ze must die a horrible death!

Zhou Yan quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"Wait! We..."

These words, once spoken, caused Erlang Shen to lose his composure. This formidable figure, who was a big shot in the Heavenly Court and could even overpower Nezha, unleashed his fist, as big as a cooking pot, without holding back.

Having been in contact with Bai Ze—or rather, been in his trap for so long—Erlang Shen knew very well that when facing Bai Ze, the best thing to do was to keep this wicked beast from speaking.

This beast's verbal skills are truly formidable. Often, when several true gods who are more powerful than Bai Ze (in terms of supernatural powers and magic) fight against Bai Ze, they can be broken through by Bai Ze's few words and then defeated as if Bai Ze were playing with them.

A burst of firecracker-like sounds erupted in mid-air, the echo of Erlang Shen's energy rising from his dantian, spreading through his muscles and flesh, and exploding through the air.

The sound of a firecracker exploding is proof that martial arts have entered the mainstream for anyone.

But Zhou Yan, on the other hand, only slightly twisted his foot, and Erlang Shen's fist swept past Zhou Yan's cheek, bringing a gust of wind that made Zhou Yan's skin hurt.

"Oh……"

Erlang Shen appeared slightly surprised.

Zhou Yan's step clearly had the style of Bagua steps, and the small and delicate movement showed that he had a certain level of skill.

Erlang Shen had no recollection of Bai Ze, that monstrous creature, ever learning such martial arts.

Of course, these are nothing compared to what Zhou Yan's skills are merely somewhat impressive, while Erlang Shen's martial arts are considered to be at their peak, reaching the level of the extraordinary and saintly.

"Ah……"

The fist that had been aimed at Zhou Yan's face changed from a straight shot to a sweeping motion. During the sweep, the clenched fist loosened and turned into a claw, grabbing towards Zhou Yan's ear.

Now, Erlang Shen was about to grab Zhou Yan's ear off!

If we could also tear off a large piece of Zhou Yan's flesh and make that white-haired beast suffer unbearable pain, that would be even better!

Zhou Yan bent down and dodged Erlang Shen's sweeping dragon claw.

Erlang Shen casually lifted his calf.

In serious close combat, raising the legs above the knee is not valuable, because once the legs are grabbed, the outcome is decided. But now Zhou Yan is bending over, with his upper body almost parallel to his feet. This height is perfect for using fast leg techniques.

Just as Zhou Yan bent over, he saw Erlang Shen's leather-shoe-clad foot transform into a black shadow and kick straight toward his face.

As the gust of wind rushed towards him, Zhou Yan had no doubt that if it kicked him in the face, it would knock him unconscious.

Everyone knows what happens when a beautiful girl with a great figure and long legs is knocked unconscious by a villainous young master. Although it might not be that her legs are covered in "hot" parts, in order to avoid a potentially worse outcome, Zhou Yan twisted his body in an instant and fell to the ground, rolling around on the ground.

During this time, Erlang Shen's leg whip swept across Zhou Yan's forehead, kicking a few strands of Zhou Yan's bangs off.

While rolling on the ground, Zhou Yan took the opportunity to take a deep breath and scream at the top of his lungs.

"kill……"

A shadow loomed over Zhou Yan, and then Erlang Shen abandoned his standing posture and pounced down.

The room wasn't big to begin with, and with furniture everywhere, plus Erlang Shen's imposing physique, his pounce covered almost half the room. Zhou Yan couldn't roll away at all and was pinned to the ground by Erlang Shen. Then, Erlang Shen grabbed Zhou Yan's arms with both hands, one on each arm, to hold Zhou Yan's joints firmly, thus pinning the white-haired beast to the ground.

Sleeping skills!

Erlang Shen is not only a master of hand-to-hand combat and cold weapons, but also an exceptionally skilled fighter in sleeping techniques.

Erlang Shen, who had Zhou Yan's hands under control, used his elbow to press down on Zhou Yan's chin, forcibly sealing the mouth of this white-haired beast that was crying for help.

As for the friction between men and women on his body, and the various soft intertwinings, Erlang Shen, as a great god who has lived for hundreds and thousands of years, would not be distracted by this at all.

With his hands pinned down and his chin held down by Erlang Shen, Zhou Yan stared wide-eyed at Erlang Shen. Erlang Shen looked down at Zhou Yan, his intense breath spraying onto Zhou Yan's face, causing the delicate beauty beneath him to blush.

There was no ambiguity in the conversation; Erlang Shen's eyes were filled with rage and tyranny.

Bai Ze must die!

Today, Erlang Shen will show this Bai Ze in front of him that the net of heaven is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it!