Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 448: Battle of the Gods (23)

Kuiling cursed in front of the mountain gate all night long, and his voice echoed over and over again in the valley.

His anger was so great that even the birds passing by were affected and would be pointed at and scolded by him.

It was not until the afternoon of the next day, when he was ready to knock on the barrier out of habit, that he raised his hand and actually went through it.

Kuiling was stunned, and reached forward, only to find that he still couldn't touch the barrier.

So he took a few steps forward tentatively, prepared to bump into something at any time, but he didn't expect that when he walked into the mountain gate, there was no obstacle at all.

"opened?"

He actually opened the door for himself like this?

Xing Chen really couldn't bear to let him wait too long!

All of Kuiling's depression disappeared at once. He was so surprised that it was a little hard to believe. After turning around a few times and making sure that it was true, he rushed up the mountain.

He had never been to Baiyao Mountain before.

The reason why I have heard of the name of Baiyao Mountain is because Qingyan has a good reputation among the demon clan and has many friends.

But Kuiling didn't expect that this friend actually included Ye Shen.

He followed the stone steps up the mountain and rushed to the entrance of the courtyard in the mountains. The gate of the courtyard was open. Apart from the sporadic chirping of birds, the only sound around was the sound of the mountain breeze blowing through the leaves.

Kuiling was afraid of disturbing the tranquility here and also afraid of scaring someone, so he walked into the yard with light steps.

This is a large courtyard with two entrances. The owner loves flowers very much. Dense vines are climbing on the courtyard wall, and flowers of various colors are blooming in the sky.

Seeing that there was no one in the front yard, Kuiling followed the corridor to the backyard.

As soon as he stepped into the backyard, he saw a young man lying with his eyes closed under the flower stand. His long and thick eyelashes spread out under his eyes like a fan, and his thin pink lips looked more beautiful than the flowers above his head.

Kuiling was afraid that Xingchen had fallen asleep and would be woken up by him, so he tiptoed over and sat down on the corridor next to him, with a happy face and staring at Xingchen without blinking.

So lovely.

As long as the face is touched by Ye Shen's charm, every one of them is so beautiful.

Xuanluo brought out a cup of tea from the room and glanced at Kuiling who was sitting next to him.

Kuiling glared at him.

You bastard, you're acting ungrateful after getting the advantage!

He saw that Xuanluo only had a cup in his hand, which was obviously not for him, so he asked angrily with his mouth: Is this how you treat guests at Baiyao Mountain? Where's my tea?

Xuanluo indifferently shifted his gaze away, walked to Xingchen, put down the teacup in his hand, bent down and touched his face.

Xing Chen closed his eyes and smiled in his palm, "My hands are still sore, husband."

That soft and sweet voice goes straight to the top of people's souls.

Kuiling felt sore in every pore of his body that he really wanted to kick Xuanluo down the mountain.

Xuanluo looked at Xingchen's lazy look and teased him deliberately, "Lazy guy, drink it yourself."

Before Xingchen could react, Kuiling rushed over first.

"Why is he lazy? Didn't he just ask you to give him some water? Don't you have hands and can't even hold a glass of water?"

"Qingyan, let me tell you, being able to serve him is a blessing you have earned in eight lifetimes. Don't be ungrateful for what you have gained."

"If you don't want to serve him, just get out of here. There are plenty of people who want to serve him!"

Kuiling didn't even pause in the middle, and finished speaking in one breath with great momentum, wishing he could feed Xingchen water right away.

Xing Chen finally turned his head and looked at him, "It's none of your business now, go back and sit down."

After saying that, he glanced behind Kuiling and said, "Why are you hiding? If you want to hide, hide far away. Don't be an eyesore here."

Kuiling was stunned. All his thoughts were on Xingchen, so naturally he didn't care whether there was anyone following him.

Hearing Xing Chen's words, he turned around and saw Wu Lan walking out from the wall.

"..."

Kuiling silently cursed Wulan's eight generations of ancestors from top to bottom, inside and out, and then asked coldly: "You followed me?"

Wu Lan seemed to have just noticed him and simply ignored his words, greeting him nonchalantly, "What a coincidence, the Demon King is here too."

Kuiling: “…”

Do you want to be shameless?

Wu Lan walked past him without looking away and came in front of Xing Chen.

Xing Chen was sitting up and drinking water from Xuan Luo's hand.

After drinking the water, he lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Lan.

"What's up?"

Wu Lan smiled at him and said, "If nothing happens, Lord Ye Shen's mountain gate probably won't be open."

There was something else behind his words. What he meant was that Xing Chen had gone to Shengwu Street to meet him in the beginning, and had led him to follow him, and now he had opened the mountain gate to let him in. All of this was actually Xing Chen taking the initiative to look for him because he had something to do.

"You really think you're so shameless, you perverted stalker." Kuiling muttered behind him.

Wu Lan turned her head and gave him a cold look, "Demon King, don't be so proud that you forget who you are. I may not be able to do anything to Ye Shen, but it should not be difficult to deal with you."

Kuiling rolled his eyes to the sky and stood there obediently without saying a word.

Xuanluo held the empty teacup and turned into the house.

As soon as he left, the soft and lazy aura on Xing Chen's body almost disappeared.

"Wulan." He spoke Wulan's name softly in a clear voice, and then smiled slightly, "What should I call you?"

He had already read out the name, but still asked with a smile what to call him.

Xing Chen was sitting on a chair. Wu Lan was clearly looking down at him from a superior position, but at this moment she was shocked by his captivating aura and felt an indescribable pressure.

That was clearly the aura of a superior that should only be possessed by him, the main god.

Yagami seems to be different from the beautiful and innocent image in the previous rumors.

"It's up to you, Ye Shen." Wu Lan calmed himself and answered calmly.

Xing Chen picked a flower from the side, held it in his hand, lowered his head and sniffed it gently.

"Is the main altar comfortable to sit on?" he asked.

"I feel uncomfortable and uneasy." Wu Lan replied.

"Then don't sit down." Xing Chen pinched off the thorns on the flower branch with his fingertips and looked up at Wu Lan. "It's such a simple thing."

Wu Lan looked straight at him without avoiding his gaze.

"Ye Shen is wrong. Who would want to get down from that position?"

Xing Chen raised an eyebrow, "Fortunately, you didn't pretend to tell me that you had no choice."

"If I don't have this bit of honesty, I don't need to come here."

"But don't you know how you got to that position? You deserve this uneasiness."

"Really?" Wu Lan's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "But I just feel that I shouldn't do that. So what if I'm ambitious? Once I get it, it's mine."

Xing Chen sneered and looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Got it? When did you get it? Do you think that you have obtained the position of the Lord God just by building a Lord God Temple and sitting on it?"

"It's been more than seven hundred years, Wu Lan. There hasn't been a single day in that time that you have managed to reach that position."

Wu Lan was furious at his contemptuous look, and he angrily retorted: "I just need time to eliminate dissidents."

Xing Chen glanced at him meaningfully, "So, this is why you came here today."

Wu Lan realized later that she had said the wrong thing after being provoked.

Although he had already come here, he had no intention of hiding his purpose, and he would have to tell it sooner or later.

However, this confession, which was beyond his control, still shocked him.

Wu Lan began to look at Xing Chen again.

During the seven hundred years he disappeared, it was obvious that he was not just sleeping. He was no longer the easy-to-coax and easy-to-talk-to Night God of the past.