Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

The old man, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, looked at the tall man beside him with a terrifyingly gloomy face. A chill ran through him, and he shuddered. He put another thick cotton quilt over his coat, his heart screaming with fear and despair.

no?!

Where did Master find this child?

The child still calls him "Dad"?

The old man's vision went black.

Is this his retribution after a year of good living?

Tick-tock

The sound of tiny water droplets hitting the ground echoed in the silence. The old man looked down and noticed that it was Xiao Wuli who had dug his fingernails into his palm, and blood was slowly dripping from his knuckles.

Old man:............

He silently slipped into the ring, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

Master...may you have good fortune.

The Xiao Wuli of today is not the same Xiao Wuli of a year ago.

The thought of Xiao Wuli sleeping every night with his master's clothes that he had stolen from who-knows-where sent chills down his spine.

Xiao Wuli is no longer just a lovestruck young man; he's a crazed stalker!

He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never seen such a... such a madman!

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Xiao Wuli quietly looked at the person lying on the rocking chair not far away, his dark eyes filled with a thick, gloomy look that seemed to be about to freeze into water.

His gaze shifted slightly, looking at the children playing happily in the bathtub.

With a round face and round eyes, she stared at her master with those innocent, tearful eyes, feigning pitifulness.

Her fingers, hanging by her sides, clenched tighter and tighter, causing the blood beads at her knuckles to drip even faster, and a sinister crimson glint gradually crept into her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes.

Such an affected manner!

Gazing into the bathtub, the demon's son's dark eyes blazed with murderous intent, as if coated with poison, revealing a ruthless desire to tear him apart and devour him whole.

Images of his master gently wiping his face, smiling at him, speaking softly, preparing a hot bath for him, and getting him clothes flashed through his mind. He clenched his fists so tightly that they trembled uncontrollably, and his back teeth felt like they were about to break.

The master's gentleness originally belonged to him.

It all originally belonged to him!

A chilling coldness surged within Xiao Wuli's dark eyes.

He used all his time and effort to desperately shorten the time he was separated from his master, but why is it still like this?

Is a year still too long?

Why didn't Master wait for him for a whole year?

One year...it's just one year.

Xiao Wuli felt a metallic taste of blood rise in his throat, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

He lowered his long eyelashes, concealing the sinister emotions in his eyes.

It must be that this demon used a bewitching spell to seduce my master.

The master belongs to him.

It belongs to him alone.

No one can take his master away from him!

His cold eyes suddenly snapped open, and the Heavenly Profound Sword, wreathed in golden light and filled with boundless rage, slashed down at the person in the bathtub.

As the longsword drew closer, a glint of light gradually appeared in his cold eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly curved upwards.

Just as the sword was about to touch the demon son's brow, a streak of light flashed by, and a slender figure descended from the sky. Her moon-white brocade robe fluttered down, her wide sleeves billowing like flowing clouds, and her long black hair flew in the wind. With a swift movement, she grasped the scorching hot blade.

Chi Buwan saw the sword clearly and was slightly stunned.

Tianxuan?

He focused his spiritual energy on his fingertips and gently touched the spine of the sword. The intense killing intent melted away like ice and snow, and the longsword hummed before slowly coming to a stop.

His heart began to pound uncontrollably. He slowly released the Heavenly Profound Sword, and an unbelievable thought slowly surfaced in his mind.

Her long, thick eyelashes trembled, slowly lifting upwards inch by inch, as if the world had been slowed down, gradually meeting a pair of watery eyes that were red even at the corners.

Xiao Wuli.

He paused, his breathing slowed slightly.

The young man in black stood not far away, tears hanging from his long eyelashes, staring at him without blinking. The mole at the corner of his eye was soaked in tears, and his lips were pursed in a broken and fragile way.

"Father!"

It wasn't until someone called out to him from behind that he came to his senses and subconsciously turned around to look at Xuanming behind him.

Although the five-year-old Xuanming Future was the Demon Lord, he was so frightened that he was paralyzed with fear, his face was pale, and he had to hold onto the bathtub with both hands to keep himself from falling in.

"Father, I...I'm scared."

337, who had been terrified into unconsciousness, regained consciousness and opened his eyes to see this scene. After hearing Xuanming's words, he fainted again with a "Duang".

"Master."

Chi Buwan, who was about to lift Xuanming out of the bathtub, paused and turned to look at Xiao Wuli, who was standing still and staring at him.

His brows were red, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Xiao Wuli's birthday was half a month after he went to the abyss, and now it is the beginning of spring of the second year.

At 21, Xiao Wuli had shed his youthful naiveté. The mole under his eye had diminished his boyish charm, but it now carried a captivating allure of restraint. The lines of his lips were sharper, and his jawline was more defined and angular.

He's handsome...and beautiful too.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

When he finally came to his senses, he looked down at Xuanming, who had collapsed into the bathtub because his legs were too weak to stand, and lifted him up.

"Cough cough cough!"

Xuanming, who had choked on water, coughed uncontrollably, his cheeks turning red instantly. Chi Buwan's pupils widened in shock. With a flick of his finger, he dressed him, disregarding everything else and only thinking about getting Xuanming to cough up the water in his throat. He was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ahhhhh, you wretched soul, please don't take over Xuanming's body at this time!!

Occupying the property is fine, but could we reschedule for another time?

He couldn't handle two big guys at once!

Xuanming's face was flushed, and he looked like he was about to burst.

Is it too late?!

Brother, the previous Demon Lord! I'll kneel before you, but could you come back another time?

Before he could react, a pair of arms with bulging veins suddenly appeared from behind him and grabbed Xuanming's arm.

He froze, glanced to the side, a stray hair brushed against his nose, and his chest was instantly filled with the clear, soapy scent, a faint medicinal fragrance he hadn't smelled in a long time.