ebookland Chapter 144 Am I someone who cares about him so much?
Chapter 144 Am I someone who cares about him so much?
"Huh, old man, I thought you didn't want to see me anymore in this life.
She looks better in red.”
Sang Laiyue snorted a little arrogantly and turned to look at Changjiu.
He knew it as early as when Changjiu and Yin Yan were standing outside the door. He thought Changjiu didn't dare to come in and was nervous for a long time.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the knock on the door, but he was still too embarrassed to open the door for Changjiu, so he just waited for Su Fanzhen to welcome them in.
Tears welled up in Changjiu's eyes. He didn't dare look up at Sang Laiyue. His throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't speak.
Sang Laiyue didn't see the two of them sit down for a long time, and snorted again: "Why do you still need an old man like me to ask you to sit down?
I didn't say you don't look good in green clothes, I was talking about your Taoist partner.
He looked better in red, but now he looks so bad in white.
Okay, sit down quickly. After leaving the sect, you didn't even bother to send a message to us old guys. It's okay for those two, but you and I won't have any contact either.
What? Have you lost the affection you had before you left the sect?"
Sang Laiyue looked at Changjiu with some disgust, saying words of disgust and blame, but his eyes were full of heartache.
"No, no, the ancestor is still the ancestor in my heart."
Changjiu's voice was a little weak, in stark contrast to the charming and relaxed chief auctioneer at the auction table.
Leng Zhuxin noticed Changjiu's discomfort and offered the seat next to Sang Laiyue. "Sister, please sit down. Didn't you say you wanted to thank the ancestor at noon?"
Changjiu finally held back his tears, let go of Yin Yan's hand, and knelt on the ground.
"Qingxuan Sect traitor Changjiu greets the ancestor. Thank you for giving me the magic weapon."
Changjiu called herself a traitor, and Yin Yan beside her also knelt on the ground with her.
Seeing this, Sang Laiyue sighed again, "Get up, what kind of traitor are you? This fox boy has made amends for his mistakes and even died once. It's just that this world of immortal cultivation can't tolerate you.
Do you regret leaving the sect for the sake of your master and the sect?"
"Long wine, no regrets."
Changjiu held back her tears, shook her head, and held Yin Yan's hand tightly.
The man and the demon still couldn't stand up, so Sang Lai Yue stretched out his right hand and raised it slightly, then used his spiritual power to forcefully help them up.
"Your Taoist partner is in such poor condition, yet you're still kneeling on the ground with him, refusing to get up. Are you waiting for him to faint so you can blame this old man?
The whiteness is really an eyesore, please sit down."
Sang Laiyue raised his eyelids and looked at Yin Yan with some disgust, but still used his spiritual power to detect the breath in Yin Yan's body.
Without saying a word, he helped Yin Yan stabilize his extremely chaotic internal energy.
Changjiu didn't expect that when he saw the ancestor again after many years, he would cause the ancestor to consume his spiritual power. Feeling very guilty, he pulled Yin Yan and wanted to kneel down to thank him.
This time, before he even knelt down, Sang Laiyue stopped him and said, "Alright, sit down now. When the old man dies, you will have to kneel down. You have no choice but to kneel down."
"No, the ancestor will ascend."
Changjiu hurriedly interrupted Sang Lai Yue and finally sat down with Yin Yan.
The room fell into silence, which was finally broken by Sang Lai Yue.
"I heard from Xiao Wangchen that you always wear red clothes now, while he wears plain clothes. Doesn't this green dress look good on you? Why do you wear red like he did before?
The fire fox should wear red, it matches the fur better."
The fire fox that Sang Lai Yue mentioned was Yin Yan. He said that Gu Wangchen told him that, but in fact, he had come to Yulong City and secretly seen Changjiu many times in the past hundred years, but he did not let Changjiu know.
Changjiu actually doesn't like red clothes. When he was in Qingxuan Sect, he only wore disciple clothes. When he was training outside, he wore a goose yellow robe.
That red dress was for Yin Yan. After Yin Yan lost his inner elixir and cultivation, he never wore red clothes again.
Because his pale complexion would make Changjiu even more worried when he wore red clothes, after he put on white clothes, his face would at least look a little more healthy.
Changjiu knew what he was thinking and knew that he liked red clothes the most, so he put on a red outfit.
Changjiu didn't want to tell Sang Laiyue about these things. She just smiled at him and said, "I think Yin Yan looks good in white. I'm not the young monk I used to be. I look a little young in goose yellow. Red suits me better.
I will take Yin Yan with me when I go to Yanyun Realm this time.
But we have discussed that Yin Yan will transform back into his original form and stay by my side. With the magic weapon you gave him, his identity should not be discovered."
"Well, you can just discuss it. Anyway, I, the ancestor, will not follow you in. Okay, okay, ancestor, I'm tired. You can also take this fire fox to rest.
"Xiao Fan, please let them stay in your room first. They only booked four upper rooms. Let's rest for one night and leave early tomorrow morning to avoid being delayed by the people from the Danluan Sect."
Seeing that Yin Yan was not in good condition, Sang Laiyue took the initiative to ask him to rest.
Anyway, we still have to travel together for more than a month, so there is no rush to have a long drink and reminisce about the past. When we met suddenly, I really didn't know what to say for a moment.
After the man and the demon left, Sang Laiyue's stern face finally returned to normal, and with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness in his tone, he asked Leng Zhuxin: "Xiao Zhuxin, wasn't the tone I used when talking to your Senior Sister Changjiu a little too harsh just now?
Will she be so scared that she runs away with the sick fox overnight?"
"How could that be? Senior Sister Changjiu is a very smart person. How could she not see that you, Old Ancestor, care about her? She would definitely not leave with Fellow Daoist Yin without saying a word."
Leng Zhuxin could see Sang Lai Yue's concern for Changjiu beneath those seemingly barbed words, and she also believed that Changjiu and Yin Yan could feel it.
Sang Laiyue finally relaxed a lot, and stood up with a proud look on his face, walking towards the bed. "Humph, who said I care about them? I was just worried that she wouldn't come with us, and if we ran into trouble in the secret realm, no one would help you.
I'm tired after a whole day of work. I'm going to rest first. You guys can do whatever you want.
That sick fox is very afraid of the cold and is weaker than a mortal. Go get them another quilt. Don't let them die before reaching the entrance of the secret realm, otherwise they will be a burden to me."
"Yes, that's what the ancestor said. I will go and ask for a quilt for the sick fox now."
Su Fanzhen held back his laughter, and looked at Gu Wangchen and Leng Zhuxin and responded. They all saw that Sang Laiyue was a man with a sharp tongue but a soft heart, which was a weird personality.
"Go, go, go, that brat is such an eyesore. What do you mean by asking for it for me? Am I someone who cares about him so much? Get out, ancestor, I need to rest. You brats are not as obedient as Xiao Zhu, and you even dare to tease me, the ancestor.
It's also because I have a good temper, otherwise you would have been punished."
Sang Laiyue lay down on the bed, rolled his eyes at Su Fanzhen, took off the wine gourd from his waist and drove him away.
Su Fanzhen almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He lowered his head, responded again, turned around and walked out. Leng Zhuxin and the others also followed him, holding back their laughter.
Gu Wangchen, who came out last, wanted to help close the door, but he heard a "click" and Sang Laiyue closed the door with a gust of wind.