He had no choice but to shamelessly try to change the fatal topic. He moved tentatively into Cang Nanyi's arms and said, "My dear, it hurts. Please be gentle."

Cang Nanyi smiled and said, "Now that I am a youngster, I have realized that I can be soft and coquettish to my elders when I know it hurts?"

Bai Lian was silent for a moment, then said: "My Majesty once accepted disciples, and she also had a daughter, a tiger. If my Majesty had a more friendly temperament, those younger disciples would not be as afraid of her as a king or a tiger."

Cangnan Yi raised his eyes and said, "Are the descendants blaming my religion for not caring about it, causing them to either die or become disabled?"

Bailian said: "That's not what I meant."

Cangnan Yidan said: "It's not that I didn't give them a chance. Apprentices who have impure minds and excessive pursuit of Taoist magic and power will eventually suffer the consequences. Throughout the ages, the essence of the script has not been passed on to disciples, but

You are the only one who can understand the secret of this secret.

The former is an immortal, but it is difficult to keep his heart upright. Although he respects me, he respects his strength and his status. However, the difference between immortals and monsters always lies in his own mind. It is just that he has the name of master and disciple.

Behind this respect, there is more fear."

She lowered her eyes and said: "But you are different. You are not afraid of me. Although I have accepted disciples since ancient times, you are the only one who can truly receive three bows."

Cang Nanyi stroked Balian's back with his palm, like an ordinary elder soothing an injured and weak junior, and said in a calm tone: "I have been the Lord of Kunlun for thousands of years, but I am not good at being a loving elder.

Living outside the mortal world, it is difficult for the world to get close to me, but now that I have seriously accepted you as a disciple, I still hope that you can be like an ordinary child of the younger generation. When you are injured, you should be weak, and you can endure pain without the need.

Just keep showing off and keep silent."

Balian opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Perhaps this is because he has not been close to Bailiyu since he was a child, and he was forced to separate from his mother when he was still young enough to remember.

He never knew how to get along with his elders, and he didn't know when he developed such an awkward and unruly temperament.

After a long time, he twitched the corners of his lips unnaturally and said, "What you said is as if the little tiger is not an ordinary child of the younger generation."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Cang Nanyi lowered her eyes, and the look between her eyelashes was a little unclear. She smiled lowly, with a little helplessness in her laughter: "Then

My child, for some reason, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get really close to anyone in this life.”

Balian thought about it too.

Similar to the little tiger's life experience, it is understandable that he suffers from severe bone disease, is weak and sickly, and has a somewhat special and cold temperament.

What the empress said today clearly meant to teach him to learn to rely on his elders and get close to them.

But as he talks, he reveals a somewhat saddening sense of the pitiful sight of an empty nester...

The twelve-bone knife was quickly processed by Cang Nanyi.

Balian touched his eyeballs through his eyelids. The bleeding had stopped, and a slight itching began to appear in his eyes. This was obviously the corpse demon's healing talent at work.

"My queen, there is no need to worry. The bone knife has been pulled out, and it is only a matter of time before the injuries on the body are repaired."

Cang Nanyi also knew that she could no longer waste time. She glanced at Balian and asked, "Do you want me to feed you some blood food?"

In this world, he is probably the only one who can enjoy such a great honor from his wife.

Balian subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression paused. He smiled slightly, and all the blood and energy dissipated from his body. His black hair turned silver, his dragon horns grew, and he turned into a demonic dragon again.

He picked up Cangnan Yi's right hand that had just drawn the sword for her. The palm of his hand was dripping with blood, and the flesh and blood were curled up.

Although he couldn't see, he could still tell what was happening.

Balian lowered his head and licked the wound on her palm carefully, licking the blood clean like a small animal licking the wound of its mother.

The pale lips are bright red.
Chapter completed!