Huh...

The hot oil boils in the pan, and the eggs slowly turn into breakfast deliciousness on the oil.

"A news is broadcast below... Due to the impact of unknown meteorite groups, a large number of meteorite craters appeared on the "Zihong" section of C839 Road, south of the city, and some sections were seriously affected by the disaster and collapsed the roadbed..."

The beautiful host of the morning news was talking seriously. The photos that appeared on the TV screen seemed to be smashed by a meteorite group were obviously pranked.

"Hmm..."

The fried egg father hummed a song relaxed and happy, and looked very good.

The door opened and Dad Zhen said without looking back: "Xiao Song gets up so early? Wait a minute, the meal will be ready now."

It is through the angle when the door opens, which tells who got up early.

"Uncle Zhen..."

Song Shijing seemed a little reluctant to speak, and carried her suitcase and changed into the windbreaker she usually wore.

"Hmm?" Zhen's father noticed something strange, turned his head and looked at it, and turned off the fire in a hurry. "What's wrong? Why are you carrying a box? You've only been here for a few days..."

"I have a task and I'm going to do it."

Song Shijing is a girl who is not very good at lying. When she said this, she looked elsewhere and bit her lower lip lightly.

Dad Zhen frowned and looked at Song Shijing's expression carefully.

This child probably didn't sleep all night.

"Wait, I'll call Xiaoqian to get up!" Zhen's father got angry from nowhere. He took off his apron and went to Muqian's room.

"Uncle!" Song Shijing quickly grabbed Zhen's arm, "Don't go! It has nothing to do with him, he really has to do the task."

Dad Zhen looked at Song Shijing, "Has Xiaoqian bullied you?"

"No... he never bullies people..." Song Shijing lowered her head and didn't want to say anything more, "I'll leave first, uncle, don't call him up, it's still early..."

After saying that, she turned around and left. The suitcase could not be an obstacle to her actions.

Dad Zhen was stunned for a while and hurriedly caught up from behind, asking Song Shijing where she was going and whether he needed to drive over.

For a beautiful and weak girl, a strange and complex city is full of dangers, and Dad Zhen is always worried.

There was already a car waiting downstairs, and Dad Zhen was worried this time.

When I was sending Song Shijing away, Zhen’s father looked up at the window of Mu Qian’s bedroom. The window was open and the curtains were floating, but there was no sign of his own son.

Forget it, let them deal with the young people's affairs themselves.

Zhen’s father suddenly had the absurd illusion that he was already old. He was obviously still a strong middle-aged man now.

"Oh," Zhen's father muttered, "When you go, leave, secretly keep your mother's contact information. There is no way to chat with me."

Dad Zhen shook his head and turned around and went home.

Whenever Mu Qian thought about something, he would be used to putting his hands behind his head, as if he wouldn't fall asleep like this.

Song Shijing tossed and turned at three in the morning, called at four o'clock, paced hesitantly in the room at four o'clock, and started packing her luggage at five o'clock...

He kept listening.

However, I couldn't find a reason to let me go over and persuade her not to leave.

She is a demon-eliminating master and cannot tolerate demons; Mu Qian originally thought that she had fought with Sister Lin, and Sister Lin's predecessor was a demon-eliminating master who had fought for so many years to protect ordinary people...

If it was Sister Lin, Song Shijing would not be able to face each other with swords.

However, this time Mu Qian thought it wrong, and the price of it was the current situation. Song Shijing left, but he could not find any reason to stop it.

"What kind of thing is love? It's really not that easy for humans to do..."

Mu Qian closed his eyes and felt the strangeness at this moment.

The mouth was bitter, there was a slight colic at the heart, and the whole person seemed to be falling in the clouds, but there was an endless space below.

Falling empty.

This word should be said so.

Mu Qian turned over and sat up. When he walked to the desk, he reached out and touched the drawer of the desk, but did not take out his notes.

What he wrote in his notes must be what he understood and could draw conclusions.

He didn't understand this and didn't know what to write.

Stepping on the floor with barefoot feet, the autumn wind blows in from the window, making it a little cool.

Mu Qian lay back on the bed and covered himself with a quilt, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep again.

The curtains fluttered, and there was a slender figure in the room. It was Sister Lin.

"Where is her?" Sister Lin glanced at the direction of Song Shijing's room.

"Let's go, a few minutes ago." Mu Qian asked, "Has the Wen family done it?"

Zheng Lin nodded, sat on the corner of the desk, unconsciously covering her left arm, and frowned slightly.

Mu Qian: "Are you injured?"

"That woman is more injured than me," Zheng Lin said, "If the master hadn't let me kill, she would have been dead."

Mu Qian said lightly: "Human blood will inspire the demonic nature of the demon. The more people you kill, the less you will be unable to maintain your inner stability. This is a path of no return. Once you finish walking, you will be ruined."

Sister Lin was speechless and lowered her head to think.

"You are not suitable for wearing it in the Wen family." Mu Qian said.

"Yes," Zheng Lin responded.

The Wen family is now completely under Wen Yu's control. As soon as Wen Yun died, the Wen family gradually reunited.

Even though there were still some complaints about Wen Yu, the policy of gentleness adopted by Wen Yu when dealing with Wen Yun's faction made the Wen family's parents recognize Wen Yu a little bit.

Zheng Lin said, "I'm still a little worried. My second aunt can do everything, I'm afraid..."

"The tiger poison is not a child. Whatever Wen Yu and her mother want to do has nothing to do with you." Mu Qian's expression was a little stern, and Zheng Lin could only nod.

She could not disobey Mu Qian's orders. Even in this way, she had to follow the contract between the demon servant and his master.

"If you have time, go see your mother," Mu Qian smiled.

Zheng Lin's arms trembled slightly, and she was a little excited.

What is the master doing when he says this? Is it just to take a look? Of course it is impossible!

I gained the current strength here in Mu Qian. Zheng Lin also tried to wake up her mother who had been sleeping for so many years, but her demonic aura was unstable, and it was devastating to ordinary people and she could not take action at all.

If it is Mu Qian...

If it's the owner...

If it were the strongest demon king who could use his own power to suppress the entire demon world for thousands of years and prevent the human main plane and the demon world from war for thousands of years...

There must be a way.

Zheng Lin's eyes were burning with hope and she couldn't wait to ask: "Then, when will there be time...?"

"After school this afternoon, you go and get a car to the school gate to pick me up, Sister Lin," Mu Qian yawned, "When your mother's illness is cured, you can find a secluded place to spend more time with her. I will help you watch Wen Yu."

Zheng Lin's eyes were a little wet, biting her lip, looking at Mu Qian on the bed, and stood up and wanted to walk to the edge of the bed.

Mu Qian suddenly turned to face the wall and even put on a quilt...

Well, male high school students will react in the morning...

"Go first, I'll have to sleep back."

"Oh," Zheng Lin was of course a little disappointed. She thought she was disliked by her master, so she lowered her head and merged into the air and flew out of the windowsill.

As soon as she left, Lord Demon King suddenly felt a little regretful.

Maybe I took the initiative just now, not only will there be stories between them, but there may also be children...
Chapter completed!