in2ebook Chapter 314 Give it to me?
Chapter 314 Give it to me?
Just as Tang Yixien expected, Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao were already on their way.
The horses they rode were top-quality steeds that could cover a thousand miles in an instant, but the horses of the other disciples were so exhausted that they foamed at the corners of their mouths.
After two days of working day and night, even the elite disciples of the Tang family felt a little overwhelmed.
The group chose a clearing in the forest and rested for the night.
Clusters of bonfires were crackling in the forest.
Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao sat around the campfire, just staring at the fire in front of them silently.
When they saw the fire, they both thought of their junior brother. Later, when they went out together, he was the one who lit the fire.
This complex and indescribable emotion was brewing in the hearts of the two.
"I should have plucked all the feathers off that dead phoenix's head." Sheng Qingye picked up the firewood and threw it into the fire, saying with suppressed anger.
The strong and brilliant firelight reflected on Jin Xiaoxiao's face at this moment, making it dim and unclear.
He had seen Sheng Qingye taking away his master, and now Xuan Yuran had taken him away again.
It was as if he was challenging the limits of his patience time and time again. His expression was calm, but his heart was like magma.
Whatever falls in will be burned to ashes.
"If something really happens, plucking the hair will be useless." Jin Xiaoxiao said lightly.
It was useless for him to beat Sheng Qingye like that.
After all, Xuan Yuran is Jin Xiaoxiao's junior fellow apprentice. Although they have been together for a long time, Jin Xiaoxiao still feels that Xuan Yuran has a childlike personality and he would not dare to overstep the line.
After all, people like Sheng Qingye are really rare.
The bonfire burned quickly and dimmed in the blink of an eye. The two of them went to get firewood nearby.
Sheng Qingye picked up the firewood but didn't pull it over. He looked up and saw Jin Xiaoxiao's hand on the other end of the firewood.
The two men were pulling at the same piece of firewood, pulling it left and right.
"Let go."
"Don't let it go!"
"I saw it first."
"I got it first."
The disciples nearby saw the two major disciples of Biling Peak quarreling over a piece of firewood, and they all went around looking for firewood. It was a spring forest, and there was still plenty of firewood.
"Senior Brother Sheng...Senior Brother Jin...we have plenty of firewood." Someone advised.
Soon, firewood piled up like a small mountain beside them, but the two still didn't let go of each other.
How could a piece of firewood be a match for two monks?
It broke into powder in a few seconds and floated in the air.
The disciples also breathed a sigh of relief, and the smart ones had actually guessed what they were fighting for.
Then, seeing the gloomy faces of the two men, especially Sheng Qingye, they also wisely withdrew from the battlefield.
The two of them continued to stare.
Jin Xiaoxiao's expression calmed down, she looked away, let out a long breath, took a few pieces of firewood, threw them into the fire, and said meaningfully:
"Sheng Qingye, if we fight like this, no one will win in the end."
Sheng Qingye raised his eyebrows slightly:
"So what do you mean? Master, give it to me?"
Jin Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and looked at the fool in front of her. How had he been friends with Sheng Qingye for so long?
I really can’t figure it out.
He sighed inwardly, but his eyes were filled with the light of the campfire.
After resting for a few hours, the group continued on their journey. The scenery along the way was completely different from that of the cultivators.
This was Sheng Qingye's first time in the demon clan's territory. Occasionally he could feel the burning red flames around him, and occasionally he could hear the gurgling sound of water.
There seems to be no end in sight in the road ahead, winding forward.
It turned out that Xuan Yuran's demon clan was so far away from them. This was the first time Sheng Qingye truly felt it.
In Xuan Yuran's bedroom.
The maids had already cleaned up the mess on the floor, and no food would be wasted, as they fed the dogs at the door.
"Master, I will accompany you to take a bath." Xuan Yuran walked to Tang Yixian and naturally held Tang Yixian's hand.
"Master doesn't want to go." Tang Yixien pulled back his hand, clenched his palm slightly, and said coldly.
How could he dare to take a bath considering Xuan Yuran's current condition?
Xuan Yuran looked obviously disappointed.
Is it true that the master will only smile at him because he is a disciple?
Will you be nice to him?
Can't we just be partners?
His eyes deepened, and then he said deliberately:
"Didn't Master just promise to be a good disciple?"
"Xuan Yuran, you..." Tang Yixian didn't expect that Xuan Yuran would actually threaten him.
What happened to this little Phoenix?
Not cute at all.
He began to miss the previous Xuan Yuran.
But he has no other choice at the moment. He doesn't want to see either the cultivators or the demons get hurt.
"Okay... Master understands." Tang Yixien closed his eyes slightly.
He was about to leave. If the two tribes started fighting at this time, how could he feel at ease?
Isn’t it just taking a bath together?
Xuan Yuran will not be in any danger. At most, he will be beaten back to his original form of little phoenix.
Tang Yixien seemed to have forgotten the lock ring around his wrist.
Xuan Yuran waved his hand, and the heavy palace door slowly opened with a dull and solid sound, and Tang Yixien walked out of the bedroom door.
A grand and bright corridor appeared before his eyes, with carved beams and painted phoenixes everywhere on the beams, which was quite new to Tang Yixin.
On the walls on both sides of the corridor are inlaid with stone statues of ferocious beasts, which are vivid and look as if they are about to jump out and bite people at any time.
"Xiao Xuanwu, these? Weren't you afraid when you were a child?" Tang Yixin asked while touching the fangs of a stone sculpture of a cheetah.
Xuan Yuran's eyes moved, and a warm current flowed through his heart.
He didn't expect that after seeing the stone sculpture, the first thing his master thought of was that it would scare his childhood self.
"Occasionally... yes." Xuan Yuran replied in a low voice.
Indeed, what he feared most when he was a child was this long corridor. His mother knew that he was afraid and would accompany him.
Later, his mother passed away, and no one cared whether he was afraid or not. The little boy could only face it alone.
Tang Yixin walked in front, while Xuan Yuran took a few slow steps and followed him slightly behind, just like they usually did at Biling Peak.
Although Xuan Yuran is the prince of the demon clan here, he still respects his master.
"Master, this way..." He kept leading Tang Yixien.
Along the way, maids saw Tang Yixian and bowed their heads, first to Tang Yixian and then to Xuan Yuran.
This was probably what Xuan Yuran had ordered.
Tang Yixin felt complicated. Xuan Yuran seemed to really intend to let him live here.
He didn't expect Xuan Yuran to be so serious about this, and a sour feeling lingered in Tang Yixien's heart.
"Isn't it just that it looks good? What's the big deal? Your Highness needs to lead the way for him. My little swan is pretty too." The swan maid said with a pout, raising her long neck.