The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 675 Personal Disciple Is Demon Lord (5)

   Being grabbed by the arm, Yun Xian withdrew his hand in a great reaction, and stood up from the ground rolling and crawling.

  The next second, his legs gave way and he knelt down on the ground.

   "Hey~ I can't make it..."

  Sang Jian quickly waved his hand at him, "It's a big gift when we first met. You recognize my identity? Do you want to be a teacher? Isn't it too fast?"

  Yunxian: "?"

  He just ran away all night, was injured again, and saw a strange person, so he was a little weak all over.

   But listening to Sang Jian's tone, she didn't seem to have any malicious intentions.

  Yun Xian couldn't help but look up at him.

   This look made him immediately lower his head in fright.

  Bang... I met a ghost!

  Sang Jian's hair is very long and knotted everywhere, and his face seems to be covered with a layer of black mud, which looks a little disgusting.

  The clothes on his body have been soaked in blood for thousands of years, and the original color has long been unclear.

   Even so, apart from the damp smell, there is no other unpleasant smell in the cave.

  If a person is so dirty and still doesn't smell, then he is not a normal person!

  That's right, when he ran over just now, he saw that this is the mausoleum?

  Yun Xian put his hands together immediately, and bowed for a while, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't do it on purpose, my ancestor, I'm also a disciple of Qianfeng Sect, I..."

  He muttered something in his mouth with a strong desire to survive.

  Sang Jian sighed lightly, and simply sat on the ground, "Since you sincerely bow down to me, then I will accept you as a disciple."

  Yunxian: "?"

   Are they talking about the same thing?

   Certainly not a thing!

  Sang Jian deliberately brought the topic to this.

   Hold him steady first.

  In the original world, the original owner used Yun Xian to help him draw the sword to let him stay by her side, and she didn't need him to draw the sword, so naturally she had to find another excuse.

   Seeing Sang talking to himself, Yun Xian felt a little suspicious.

  Before he came to Qianfeng Sect, he heard a story about Sang Jian, the founder of Qianfeng Sect.

   I heard that she was suppressed by the Mozun in the back mountain of the Qianfeng Sect... Could this dirty woman in front of her be...?

   "It's alright kid, take me out as a teacher."

  Sang Jian didn't give Yun Xian any chance to think, reached out and grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.

  The current Yun Xian looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he is at the age of youth and ignorance.

   He was held in Sang Jian's hand, and he blinked in a daze.

   "You...can't you get out?"

   "Yes." Sang Jian said solemnly, "I have been sealed here for many years."

  This sentence shocked Yun Xian greatly!

   She really is the Patriarch Sang Jian!

   "I...I...I don't know how to get out..." Yun Xian suddenly became nervous.

  In the past, when he was in the sect, he didn't even dare to look at the elders and the like, but now he directly sees the ancestors.

  The span is slightly larger.

   "Which elder do you belong to now? Did he teach you martial arts?" Sang Jian asked.

   Speaking of this, Yun Xian was a little embarrassed, "Outer disciples, still working hard..."

   Sang Jian was a little surprised, "Now outer disciples can also enter here?"

   "No, no... I broke into here by accident."

   It wasn't an intentional break of the rules.

  Sang Jian slightly hooked his lips when he saw his honest look.

   Yun Xian before his memory awakened was really good at fooling around.

   "I see that you have so many injuries, are you being bullied and ran here to hide?"

   "Hmm..." Yun Xian responded weakly.

  (end of this chapter)