C27 This Is How Villains Are Raised

This was what Hsiang Lanxuan saw when he rushed to the peach blossom forest. The man in red hugged Qiao Sheng in his arms and buried his head in Qiao Sheng's shoulder to suck his blood. Qiao Sheng liked to wear white, and soon, half of Qiao Sheng's shoulder was completely red.

Hsiang Lanxuan's eyes turned cold, and a sharp look flashed across his face. Without thinking, he pulled out his sword and pointed it at Zhedan.

"Demon, let go of my Martial Uncle!"

Zhedan gave Hsiang Lanxuan a disdainful look and continued to suck his blood.

Qiao Sheng said, "I'm fine."

"Martial Uncle!" Hsiang Lanxuan remembered what his disciple had told him and said with a complicated expression, "Did he kill the disciples of the Nether Sect?"

Qiao Sheng lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. Then he said to Hsiang Lanxuan, "No, but the person who sucked those disciples dry is already dead."

Hsiang Lanxuan still couldn't accept it. He frowned and said, "Martial Uncle, this kind of person can't stay in the Nether Sect."

"Then I don't need to stay here." Qiao Sheng said coldly.

"Martial Uncle, you are different from him." Hsiang Lanxuan had always thought that Qiao Sheng was kind, but he was not good at expressing himself.

However, Hsiang Lanxuan did not know that Qiao Sheng was the one who wanted to kill him the most in the world.

When Qiao Sheng heard Hsiang Lanxuan's words, he suddenly asked curiously, "What's different?"

Hsiang Lanxuan lowered his eyes and said with a bitter smile, "Martial Uncle, you have saved me time and time again, which is enough to prove that Martial Uncle is not an evil person, nor is he as cold and heartless as outsiders say."

Qiao Sheng replied lightly, "That's only because it's you. Otherwise, I would also leave you to die, just like Zhou Xiyue's brother."

Hsiang Lanxuan looked at Qiao Sheng in shock when he heard the first half of Qiao Sheng's sentence. He looked a little stunned, but when he heard the second half of Qiao Sheng's sentence, the shock in his eyes quickly disappeared. He shook his head and said, "No, Martial Uncle, you're not like that."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Qiao Sheng pushed Zhedan away and tidied up his messy clothes. Hsiang Lanxuan inadvertently glanced at Qiao Sheng's red and swollen lips and red earlobes. He held his breath and asked carefully, "Martial Uncle, is that your relationship with him?"

"Of course," While waiting for Qiao Sheng's reply, Zhedan answered first. He looked back at Qiao Sheng lovingly and said, "Love doesn't arise from nowhere, but goes deep."

Qiao Sheng sometimes really admired Zhedan. He had never seen such a shameless person.

Hsiang Lanxuan looked away uncomfortably, retracted his sword, and said lonely, "Is that so... No matter what, I will protect Martial Uncle."

Qiao Sheng found it funny and said, "What if I want you to die? Do you want to protect me too?"

Hsiang Lanxuan's expression was complicated. He thought for a moment and said firmly, "If it wasn't for Martial Uncle, I would have died a long time ago..."

Qiao Sheng frowned. He did not understand why Ye Qingming and Hsiang Lanxuan treated him as their savior.

After Zhedan finished sucking the blood, he laid his head on Qiao Sheng's shoulder and narrowed his eyes. He looked sleepy.

Hsiang Lanxuan stood in front of the two of them in silence. Qiao Sheng did not make a sound either.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the three of them was a little strange.

The petals in the Peach Blossom Forest seemed to never stop falling. The floor was covered by a thick layer of pink. It kept falling down and covered the floor layer by layer.

Qiao Sheng made Hsiang Lanxuan sit opposite him and poured Hsiang Lanxuan a cup of peach blossom wine from his own cup.

Hsiang Lanxuan took a sip and put down the blue and white porcelain cup. He told Qiao Sheng some interesting stories. Qiao Sheng was bored and liked to listen to this. He found a comfortable position on the table and listened to Hsiang Lanxuan's story.

Suddenly, the sleepy Zhedan opened his eyes and glanced at the cup in front of Hsiang Lanxuan. His eyes turned cold, and the aura emitted from his body was also terrifyingly cold. However, Qiao Sheng did not seem to notice it and continued to listen to the story excitedly.

The cold air around Zhedan suddenly disappeared. He glanced at Hsiang Lanxuan indifferently and closed his eyes again.

Zhedan's hand unconsciously touched the back of Qiao Sheng's neck.

Not long after, a loud sound came from the foot of the mountain, breaking the strange atmosphere in the air. Hsiang Lanxuan's expression changed, and he stood up with a swoosh. At this time, a green-robed disciple ran over in a panic and said that the Demonic Cultivator was attacking again.

Qiao Sheng said: "Ye Qingming?"

Hsiang Lanxuan nodded and said, "Martial Uncle, wait here. I'll be right back."

Qiao Sheng shook his head. "No, I'll go with you."

Since Ye Qingming had come, he could only hope that this battle would be the last one. It was about time for his first mission to come to an end.

He nudged Zhedan, who gave him a puzzled look. Qiao Sheng said, "Ye Qingming is here."

"Oh." Zhedan curled his lips, wrapped his arms around Qiao Sheng, and hugged him even tighter. He rubbed Qiao Sheng's shoulder again and closed his eyes again.

There was something wrong with the world. He had lost too much power in the last few days, and his body was beginning to reject him. He had to get back to his own world as soon as possible.

Seeing that Zhedan was not in a good condition, Qiao Sheng frowned and said helplessly, "You go first. I'll be right back."

"Martial Uncle, you don't have to..."

Qiao Sheng interrupted him, "It's fine, I want to go. I should discipline my own disciple. I didn't even know that he had turned into a demon."

This was pure nonsense, but Qiao Sheng still had that expressionless and inviolable look on his face. Those who did not know would think that Qiao Sheng was a good person.

Hsiang Lanxuan was obviously one of the loyal supporters of this view, and so was Ye Qingming. They had blind trust and obedience towards Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng asked the system if his personality charm was so great that it could illuminate the world.

Unexpectedly, the system replied with two words, hehe.

Qiao Sheng did not mind. After Hsiang Lanxuan left, he turned his head and thought about something.

Zhedan suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You care a lot about your disciple and this Sect Leader."

"Yes." Qiao Sheng said frankly.

"Hmm?" Zhedan held Qiao Sheng's chin and rubbed his index finger on his red and swollen lips. He narrowed his eyes and then put his finger into Qiao Sheng's mouth, teasing the wet and warm tip of his tongue. There was not a trace of a smile on Zhedan's face. His expression was so indifferent that it was almost cruel. He blew into Qiao Sheng's ear, "It's really sad. You were just sitting on my lap and lost in your emotions. In the blink of an eye, you mentioned another man..."

Another loud sound came from the foot of the mountain. Along with thick smoke, Qiao Sheng waved Zhedan's hand away. He suddenly stood up and flew down the mountain on his sword. He said without turning his head, "Come and help me kill the people of the Nether Sect. If Hsiang Lanxuan can die today, I will go to your world with you. I can even die by your hands."

It was rare for Qiao Sheng to say so much in one breath. When Zhedan, who was behind him, heard this, he raised his eyebrows, teleported behind Qiao Sheng, hugged him from behind, and said, "It sounds like a good deal."

But what he did not expect was that Qiao Sheng actually wanted to kill Hsiang Lanxuan. He had seen Qiao Sheng save Hsiang Lanxuan, who was on the verge of death, several times. Tsk... What a strange person.

The two of them flew on the same sword, while Qiao Sheng's white clothes and Zhedan's red clothes were blown by the wind and entangled with each other.