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

What goes around comes around!

Erlang Shen was about to utter a harsh word when he suddenly felt a pain in his right palm.

Almost instinctively, Erlang Shen withdrew his hand from Zhou Yan's arm, then took a few steps back and stood in a relatively spacious area where he could move around.

With a solemn expression, Erlang Shen placed his right hand, which was in pain, in front of his lower abdomen. Looking down, he saw a deep, bone-revealing wound on his palm that almost covered the entire hand.

Zhou Yan, standing opposite, picked up his Shengwu sword.

If Erlang Shen had reacted even half a second slower, Zhou Yan's Shengwu Sword would have severed Erlang Shen's hand.

Zhou Yan asked curiously.

"Yang Erlang, you've lost your magical powers?"

If Erlang Shen still possessed the indestructible body comparable to Sun Wukong, Zhou Yan doubted that even his Shengwu Sword could break through his defenses.

Erlang Shen didn't speak, but stared at Zhou Yan's weapon with a deep expression.

There's a rule in the world of combat sports: at the same skill level, those with weapons crush those who are unarmed, and those with guns crush those with swords.

Now that Zhou Yan has the Zhongquan:2♀jiu si〕○si□6‰- weapon, even if Erlang Shen's fighting skills are far superior to Zhou Yan's, he still has to be careful.

Seeing that Erlang Shen didn't seem to care about what he said, Zhou Yan tried to speak again.

"Actually, I'm not the same person I was back then..."

Erlang Shen took a few steps forward, shifting left and right, his body moving erratically like a ghost, clearly demonstrating extremely powerful movement techniques.

Hand-to-hand combat is a disadvantage against cold weapons, but now that his enemy is right in front of him and doesn't seem that formidable, Erlang Shen can't worry about that now.

First, arrest this beast and subject it to the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty. Only after calming down should we listen to its sophistry.

Zhou Yan sighed helplessly.

Bai Ze is truly a scourge. The moment they meet, he doesn't want to listen to any explanations; he just wants revenge and retribution.

The only good news is that Erlang Shen seems to have a low level of awakening, just like himself. Otherwise, he would have been able to do whatever Erlang Shen wanted him to do.

A milky-white sword aura flew out from the Shengwu Sword held by Zhou Yan, and hovered in mid-air, constantly making a crackling sound as it tore through the air.

Erlang Shen, who had been standing two meters in front of Zhou Yan, stopped with a solemn expression.

Gouchen Sword Qi.

If Zhou Yan's Shengwu Sword were merely a cold weapon, Erlang Shen would still be confident in overpowering him with his extraordinary martial arts. However, the Gouchen Sword Qi was essentially a firearm controlled by an automated AI.

Erlang Shen might be confident in dodging the attack of Gouchen Sword Qi, but once he gets entangled with Zhou Yan, his chances of dodging will drop drastically.

"Now……"

Zhou Yan was surrounded by the aura of the Gouchen Sword.

"Yang Erlang, can we have a proper talk now?"

Yang Jian snorted.

Yang Jian can talk to anyone, except Bai Ze!

Yang Jian turned around, walked to the door with his back to Zhou Yan, and grabbed the doorknob to open it.

Zhou Yan spoke at this moment.

"Yang Jian, do you believe that our marriage agreement might just be a joke I, well, part of, created?"

Zhou Yan firmly believes that his current inexplicable relationship with Yang Erlang might be part of his own mischief.

Previously, when I returned to the past, a part of my divine essence transformed into the Wang sisters and Zhu Xing to amuse me. There's no reason why I, Yang Erlang, and perhaps even the Bodhisattva Samantabhadra wouldn't put on a few amusing scenes while looking at myself.

Erlang Shen, who had grasped the doorknob, didn't even turn his head.

"And then, I believed you and followed you in doing all sorts of random things, and in the end you tell me you lied to me?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

What's with this "boy who cried wolf" vibe?

Has Bai Ze ever fooled Erlang Shen like this before?

二◆¤就∽∷肆〕∈∑≤＼≌∝★俉。 ★÷SoUso：郎神 turned the doorknob and went out.

There was a startled cry from Butler Zhou Yan outside the door.

"Young Master Zhou, what's wrong with you..."

"I gave your young lady a gymnastics performance..."

Erlang Shen's footsteps faded into the distance.

Zhou Yan withdrew the Gouchen Sword Qi and wrapped the Shengwu Sword around his arm again.

Two more times.

Zhou Yan's awakening level is currently low, so he cannot supply the consumption of Gouchen Sword Qi indefinitely. Therefore, Gouchen Sword Qi can only be used three times with the existing stock.

Once it's used up, what if we encounter danger again...?

Even thinking further ahead, what if Erlang Shen later discovers he no longer has the Gouchen Sword Qi to use?

Oh my god...

How come I always have enemies wherever I go?

The door to the reception room opened, and Zhou Yan's adoptive father walked in. When he came in, this adoptive father seemed quite happy, but when he saw that Zhou Yan was not disheveled, and even looked up to sniff the reception room and found no ambiguous atmosphere that he was looking for, the father's face fell.

Zhou Yan didn't know why, but he immediately understood what his adoptive father was thinking.

Zhou Yan said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"We're still at home, Erlang... Brother Tao, why are you in such a hurry!"

Zhou Yan could tell that his adoptive father probably thought that Erlang Shen and he had had some intimate and intense contact in the guest room. Indeed, Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen had had intimate and intense contact, but the direction of this intimacy and intensity was completely different from what his adoptive father thought.

Zhou Yan's adoptive father walked up to Zhou Yan and sat down, slapping his thigh and saying with disappointment.

"You silly kid, they say it's like climbing a mountain for a guy to pursue a girl, but piercing a thin veil for a girl to pursue a guy. Xiao Tao is only 20 years old, the age when he's like a wolf or a tiger. Do you think he can handle your flirting?"

Zhou Yan's adoptive father looked at Zhou Yan's clothes and pinched his chin.

"Oh dear, I just realized you're wearing... such a covering-up outfit! Where are all those beautiful clothes I bought you, the ones that would make any man's heart flutter?"

Zhou Yan asked, puzzled.

"Is there?"

Zhou Yan looked at the wardrobe in his room, and the clothes inside were all quite normal.

Are you still half asleep, child?

Zhou Yan's adoptive father has risen up.

"Come on, I'll take you to pick out some clothes. I'll invite Zhou Tao over for dinner tonight. You better make sure you get him into bed, and don't use a condom!"

Zhou Yan: "..."

Zhou Yan's adoptive father led Zhou Yan up to his bedroom on the second floor.

Once upstairs, Zhou Yan discovered that there was a walk-in closet next to his bedroom that was connected to his own bedroom.

The walk-in closet has two wardrobes, and when you open them, you see a row of clothes that look quite expensive.

Zhou Yan's cheap father took out a set of black backless dresses that looked very flashy, waved them in front of Zhou Yan, and then said.

"How about it? Wear some stockings later, and every man will be staring at you when you go out."

Zhou Yan was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

Zhou Yan's adoptive father handed the clothes to Zhou Yan.

"You put it on, I'll go out. Once you're dressed, call me in to take a look, and I'll give you my opinion."

Men and women have different aesthetic tastes. Zhou Yan's adoptive father believed he knew what kind of clothes men liked best, so he was willing to act as an aesthetic judge for Zhou Yan's clothing.

You must make sure to keep Erlang Shen firmly under the charm of your good daughter.

Zhou Yan tried the backless dress on himself a few times, but found it too embarrassing to wear. He then asked his adoptive father, who was walking towards the dressing room door.

"Has our family fallen on hard times? Why are you in such a hurry to send me away, Dad?"

Based on the soap operas Zhou Yan had watched, parents who were eager to marry off their daughters were either really unhappy with them and argued with them every day, or their own families were in trouble and they urgently needed a marriage partner to get through the crisis.

In large families, children are merely sacrifices for the family's survival. Selling a child to gain an ally or a large amount of resources is definitely worthwhile.

Given his adoptive father's enthusiastic attitude towards him, Zhou Yan didn't feel that his relationship with his adoptive father was bad at all.

Therefore, the most reasonable guess is that the family has fallen on hard times.

As Jiu was about to reach the door, her adoptive father stopped. The old man, whose hair had turned much whiter, turned around and looked at his daughter with sorrow.

Zhou Yan's heart stirred slightly.

Given that his father looked like he was about to cry, the usual script would be for him to start talking about how hard the family had worked, how they had lost money in business, and how the family had raised Zhou Yan in luxury for so long, and now it was time for Zhou Yan to repay the family.

Normally speaking—no, according to the scripts of some brain-dead screenwriters in the Eastern Xia United States—these words should mark the beginning of this marriage victim's falling out with her family.

These young masters and ladies born into wealthy families, upon learning that their future will be sacrificed for the benefit of their family, will ruthlessly choose freedom and their loved ones.

Isn't that where the dramatic conflict begins?

Zhou Yan began to wonder if the world had also arranged for him a commoner lover, other than Erlang Shen, who was from the bottom of society but loved him to death.

And then, to make matters worse, this lover was Samantabhadra Bodhisattva…

Of course, there wouldn't be a chaotic scene where Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and Erlang Shen pursued him together. Zhou Yan only felt that Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and Erlang Shen might join forces to prepare to subject this white-haired beast to one of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

So Zhou Yan's cheap father's voice trembled.

"What do you mean by 'fallen from grace'? You worthless bastard, can't you just shut up if you can't speak properly?!"

Zhou Yan's cheap father's tone softened again.

"Wanwan, you child, do you think I'm so determined to marry you off for our family's sake?! Bullshit! I'm doing it for you, for the child in your belly!"

child?!

Zhou Yan: “(?°?°?)”

Zhou Yan's adoptive father walked towards his daughter, veins bulging on his face.

"You silly fool, it's one thing to go out and have fun, but you didn't even take precautions. Now you've gotten pregnant, and you refuse to have an abortion. What else can you do but find a husband, give birth to this child, and settle down with him?"

Zhou Yan: “(°Д°)”

child?

child?!

child!!!

Therefore, it's not that the parents and children dislike each other, nor that the family has fallen on hard times and needs external help to arrange a marriage, but rather that they are getting married because of pregnancy.

Isn't this development a bit too bizarre?

Zhou Yan touched his stomach.

When Zhou Yan used the Transformation Technique before, he only sensed his meridians and bones in order to make a plan to strengthen his flesh and blood. He hadn't paid attention to his internal organs. Now, after using the Transformation Technique to circle around his lower abdomen, Zhou Yan was surprised to find that there was no so-called child in his belly, and even the symbol of his first time was still there.

How could a body like that possibly get pregnant?

Zhou Yan's adoptive father said sadly.

"Wanwan, I know you don't want to get married so soon, but there's nothing I can do. You can't be a single mother for the rest of your life, can you?"

Zhou Yan's adoptive father walked towards the door.

"We can only apologize to Xiao Tao."

The cheapskate father walked out of the walk-in closet and closed the door.

Zhou Yan walked to the mirror in the dressing room and looked at himself. ｜○∫×

The mirror reflected a beautiful young woman with delicate features.

"interesting……"

Zhou Yan's suppressed sense of amusement finally surfaced.

As a fellow Bai Ze, Zhou Yan was now certain that this world was created from a portion of his own divine essence.