Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 679 The Personal Disciple Is the Demon Lord (9)

Yun Xian immediately shook off some nasty thoughts in his mind, "It's Mu Lanmu who is in charge."

On the day Yun Xian joined the Qianfeng Sect, he met Mu Lan, but only once.

He also looks very young, in his 20s, with the appearance of a banished immortal.

At that time, he showed up at the meeting for recruiting disciples, and left after showing his face. It seemed that he was not easy to get along with.

Hearing the name Mu Lan, Sang Jian searched in his memory.

That kid was indeed the best disciple at that time, he was a swordsman, and his swordsmanship was superb.

Now that he became the head of the sect, he did not live up to Sang Jian's expectations.

It's just Mu Lan...

In memory, it doesn't seem very stable?

Hmm... Maybe it was because of his young age back then. Now that thousands of years have passed, he should have calmed down, right?

Sang Jian had a pretty good impression of Mu Lan.

In this way, the wish of the original owner will be much easier to fulfill.

After all, the head was hers before.

Sang Jian was thinking about things, finished applying the medicine to Yun Xian on his back, and subconsciously turned him around, ready to wipe his front.

Yun Xian blushed, "I... I can do it myself!"

He scratched his neck and let out a growl.

The original intention is to want a little pitiful face, although he has no dignity at all in front of Sang.

But what if?
It really made Yun Xian bet right.

Hearing this, Sang Jian handed him the medicine bottle in his hand, "Then wipe it yourself."

Yun Xian: "?"

It's a little uncomfortable to talk so easily all of a sudden.

He was holding the medicine bottle, and Sang Jian had already stepped aside, standing and thinking about things, and ignored him at all.

Yun Xian turned around silently, turned his back to Sang Jian, and began to apply medicine to himself.

He didn't even know what kind of medicine she gave him, it smelled pretty good.

The things given by the ancestors must be the best things.

Yun Xian wiped the medicine, put on his clothes carefully, and then turned and walked towards Sang Jian.

"Old Ancestor... I'm done, I'll... give it back to you."

He bowed his head and offered the medicine bottle with both hands.

Sang Jian glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "I'll see you off, take me to see Mu Lan."

"Outer disciples have no chance to meet the head." Especially at this hour.

"Just take me there. As for whether I can see you or not, I have the final say." She has come out, and people who know her, no matter what mood they are in, will definitely come out to see her.

Yun Xian pursed her lips and finally nodded.

He put away the medicine bottle, suddenly remembered something, and said: "Wait for me."

After speaking, he turned and ran downstream.

Sang Jian frowned slightly.

Yun Xian searched for a while on the shore where Sang Jian took a bath, and found the Wu-Magic Sword that Sang Jian had thrown away in the grass.

He held it carefully in his hand, and then ran towards Sang Jian.

Sang Jian: "..."

It really is his exclusive saber, don't forget it at this time!

But in the next second, Yun Xian held the sword and raised it in front of her, "Old ancestor... the sword..."

Sang Jian turned around and left, "The things I send out will not be taken back."

Yunxian: "..."

He looked at Sang Jian's back, and felt a little touched in his heart.

For some reason, he felt like he really liked the sword.

Even if Sang Jian said it was a magic sword before, he didn't really care.

Unexpectedly, she really gave it to him in such an understatement.

Yun Xian was a little complicated in his heart, but he quickly took steps to catch up with Sang Jian.

"Going this way, you can go directly to the backyard of the head's residence."

(End of this chapter)