Du Yang was indeed very obedient. He slept on the ground all night obediently and in the morning, he even went out to buy boiled fish and brought it back. Hua Jiayu got out of bed to freshen up, and then immediately started eating.

It was an extraordinary life, almost like that of an immortal rice insect.

After three days of living a comfortable life, during these three nights, Hua Jiayu found various reasons to make Dou Yang sleep on the floor. At first, Dou Yang was unwilling, but later, whenever he saw fish, his eyes would become deep and mysterious.

Extremely dissatisfied and filled with desire.

At noon, he went out to buy lunch, and just as he was considering whether or not to put the medicine in the fish porridge, a swooshing sound resounded in his ears. Wudang disciples dressed in blue and white robes surrounded him from all sides.

Looking down from above, the area occupied by the disciples of Wudang Mountain faintly resembled a Bagua formation.

Having promised Hua Jiayu not to wantonly kill the innocent, Dou Yang had not shed blood for a long time. A trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and a streak of crimson blood oozed past.

He made his move, intending to quickly settle the matter. However, this group of people repeatedly dodged, as if only to block his path, without unleashing any serious attacks. Thinking of the people in the cave, the bloodlust in his eyes intensified. He didn't mind what these people would do to him, but it was absolutely impossible for them to harm that person!

The cave was dry and barren. Dou Yang had purchased a lot of storytelling books and Hua Jiayu, engrossed in reading, was enjoying every word under the glow of the cave entrance. Suddenly, Hua Jiayu realized that he couldn't move.

He: "???" Could it be that he had maintained a posture for too long, causing his legs to go numb?

A white light flashed before my eyes, and a man appeared in front of me. He was wearing a blue and white brocade robe, with a white hairband that held his hair high. He had a clean and handsome appearance, and respectfully said, "Sir Liu."

The corner of Hua Jiayu's mouth twitched slightly, rendering him speechless: "......"

The man's gaze became complicated: "If you still have a trace of conscience, you shouldn't associate with the devil. On the night when you were expelled from the palace, the Emperor passed away, and none of the imperial princes survived except for the Fifth Prince. Tens of thousands of soldiers in the Forbidden Army were killed or injured."

It goes without saying what this represents. Hua Jiayu's face turned pale. Seeing this, the man released him from his mute acupoint and asked, "Master, will you personally take care of the demons and invite Prince Liu to accompany me to the palace?"

Hua Jiayu pulled at the corners of his mouth, as if about to cry: "I want to wait for him to come back." In his heart, this was more than just a book; he had come to know the flesh and blood person, Du Yang. He didn't believe that Du Yang would kill Hua Yan or so many innocent people.

The man frowned, "Then I will come again tomorrow."

He left, but Huajiayu seemed to be in a daze, sitting in place as if his soul had left his body. Shortly after, he curled up in the same spot, holding his head and crying bitterly.

He didn't know how long he had been crying. A pair of strong and warm hands lifted him and placed him on the bed. He raised his head, eyes swollen, and looked at the silent man. "Did you kill my father, your Majesty?"

Duyang's expression turned cold and stern: "The people outside don't believe me, and you don't believe me either?"

Hua Jiayu firmly grasped his hand, only wanting to obtain a definite answer: "Yes or no?"

The blood in his body surged and churned, his momentum was overwhelming. There was no wind in the cave, yet his black hair and clothes swayed in the aftermath: "Don't you believe me?"

Hua Jiayu suddenly felt a little tired and silently fell asleep, tightly wrapping himself up in the blanket.

He turned his back to Dou Yang, unable to see how the dark pupils instantly turned scarlet, sinister and icy, as if an evil demon had returned from hell.

Hua Jiayu was actually organizing his thoughts. He wondered, if it wasn't Dou Yanggan, then who else could it be?

He had an unexpected thought. The blanket on his body was lifted, and he felt a bit cold. He turned his head and saw a pair of eyes glowing with a faint red light.

The owner of the eyes went mad and tore his clothes as if his life depended on it, without considering the force used. The pain made Hua Jiayu forget to resist, but once he regained his senses, he struggled desperately and exclaimed, "Dou Yang, have you gone crazy?!"

Duyang stopped and his eyes filled with anger as he grabbed his neck tightly, saying, "You don't believe me!"