Wuyou held back from yelling out loudly, enduring each time he was pinched. He was no longer shy, even though this person was rough with their actions and sometimes it hurt quite a bit.

Bei Mingzihan lifted the child onto the bed without bothering to find him clothes. Let him sleep naked if he wants to. What's a 10-year-old brat afraid of?

Wuyou looked at him from the bed and asked, "Are you going to cultivate?" She used her little finger to poke him and said, "But you haven't told me what to call you. I don't like the term 'master'." She spoke with an expectant tone.

Beiming Zihan turned his head and his face was indifferent, saying, "Elder brother?"

Wu You frowned and wondered, "..." What does this mean? Is someone trying to provoke him?

He decided to call him "Brother" instead, because this term felt much better than the master-slave relationship: "Hmm!" he nodded firmly.

Nanming nodded and raised his arm, looking down at him. "Elder Brother..."

Wuyou: "... What does this mean again?"

Beiming Zihan pinched his chin, rubbing his fingertip against his lips. Just now... he clearly felt something strange in his heart, but why was it strange?

Bei Mingzihan slowly leaned in for a kiss. Wuyou didn't hide or retreat. Firstly, her chin was held, making it impossible to escape. Secondly, she was surprised by the fact that she had forcefully kissed him before. Is this his way of seeking revenge?

Beiming Zihan closed his eyes as if he had just rubbed his lips for a moment. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, and then relaxed them.

Wu You: "......" So! Snake demon, what exactly do you want to do?!

Beiming Zihan seemed to see the complex look on Wuyou's face, and actually explained: "Very gentle, not bad."

Wu You: "... Is this considered an explanation?"

After pondering for a moment, Beiming Zihan added one more sentence: "It seems like I really like it."

Wu You: "..."

Bei Mingzi stopped chattering and sat cross-legged by the bedside to cultivate. "You go to sleep, don't disturb me."

Wuyou can also distinguish between what's important and what's not. In a soft voice, she replied, "Okay." She curled up behind him, her face slowly flushing red as she remembered the kiss just now. She kept her gaze fixed on Beiming Zihan's back as he practiced his cultivation.

And Beiming Zihan knew all of this. The reason was simple: he had a divine sense. Because tonight's cultivation was particularly important, his divine sense had been continuously monitoring every blade of grass and every tree around him.

Seeing Wuyou's face turn red, he didn't know how to react... But the child's lips were soft, and he indeed liked it...

Cultivating for two hours is equivalent to four hours. Wu You watched as he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep. Bei Ming Zi Han continued to cultivate until late at night, then glanced at the shivering child.

Beforehand, he had already sensed that something was amiss, but he couldn't stop the cultivation at a crucial point. He slept without a blanket and, furthermore, his body hadn't fully recovered due to the impact of the technique he had imparted to Beiming Zihan.

The most important point is that I was greatly frightened during the day. Although he later seemed completely unaffected, how could he not be afraid? After all, he killed someone, and he did it personally!

Wuyou seemed to have had a nightmare, sweating profusely and curling up, which is quite distressing.

Tomorrow is the fifth day, a special day, so Beiming Zihan wants to take a break for a while. Cultivation has always been his way of resting, but tonight he wants to truly have a good sleep to welcome the arrival of tomorrow.

Beiming Zihan hugged Wuyou and carried her into the bed. After turning off the light, he gently tucked her in the blanket. It seemed that she could feel the warmth, as Wuyou started to feel better and even made some soft humming sounds. Was she crying?

Bei Mingzi Han lowered his head again and lingered on his lips for a while...

Wu You opened his eyes and found himself crying. He had a strange, half-awake feeling as if he knew he was dreaming, yet he was still afraid.

Wu You whispered, "I'm afraid..." as she tightly embraced Beiming Zihan. "He came looking for me, it's so terrifying..."

The cold and clear voice of Beiming Zi echoed in the dark night, carrying a chilling sensation that seemed to pierce to the bone. "Don't be afraid, he's not terrifying. With me here, there's nothing to fear."

On the contrary, wrapped in genuine warmth, he fell silent without worry, unaware if what he had just said was right at all. In a daze, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again, not knowing whether he would have another nightmare.

On this night, Beiming Zihan was sleeping while holding him for the first time. Demon cultivators have a greater advantage over others. Unless they have reached the Mahayana stage, other cultivators cannot simply cultivate without sleeping. However, Beiming Zihan can do it; cultivating is considered a form of rest for him.

Wuyou exuded a faint and unique fragrance from his body, which was particularly advantageous in restraining demonic cultivation. That's why Beiming Zihan wanted to hold him tightly tonight in order to get a good rest. It seemed that every aspect of the child was especially pleasing to him...

Wuyou whispered in his sleep, saying, "Brother..."

Beiming Zihan: "......"

On the second day, Beiming Zihan slept until the sky was bright and no one came to bother him. He knew that today the Beiming family must be in chaos, and the people in charge would not be able to find him first.

But everything must come to an end. Today is today, and he will not drag it out any longer.

After Beiming Zihan got up and put on his clothes, he placed his hand on the child's forehead and said, "He has a fever..."

Wuyou is still sleeping, his little face wrinkled, looking very uncomfortable.

Bei Mingzihan: "Xiao Li!"

Little Li, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, entered and said, "Master, what are your orders?"

Beiming Zihan looked at Wu You on the bed and said, "Don't leave this room at all today. Take good care of Wu You and make sure nothing happens to him until I come back."

Xiao Li: "Yes."

Bei Mingzi Han took out a pill from his embrace and stuffed it into Wu You's mouth. It dissolved instantly without needing him to swallow. Then, he leaned down and lightly rubbed his lips before leaving.

Xiao Li, who saw this scene, thought to herself, "..." This is truly an outrageous age-gap marriage! They even kissed!

Beiming Zihan stepped out of the courtyard. Today, he was dressed in a black robe adorned with golden borders and intricate dark flowers, elegant and desolate.

The entire Beiming family exudes a suppressed atmosphere at this moment. Even the maidservants and attendants on the side of the road are walking in haste, not daring to utter a word. The reason is simple - a strange incident occurred this morning!

It is said that the Second Young Master of the Beiming Family, Beiming Ziqi, has gone insane. Early in the morning, he stormed into his own mother's room and without any hesitation, violently assaulted several maidservants right under her nose.

Mrs. Zhuang Hui, the matriarch of the Beiming Family, naturally did not want outsiders to know about her son's actions. She immediately closed the doors and wanted to contain the news. At the same time, she ordered someone to bring Beiming Ziqi over.

To everyone's surprise, Beiming Ziqi suddenly became much stronger. No one could hold him back, especially the maid who had done many wrong deeds for Zhuang Hui. He killed her without any mercy.

When the maid Da Ya Huan died, her clothes did not cover her body, and blood continued to flow from underneath. Originally, Zhuang Hui could not completely suppress all of these matters, but she could do her best to downplay the significance of the incident. However, who would have thought that after Beiming Ziqi stood up, he picked up a knife and killed Zhuang Hui, his own birth mother.

Lian Lian stabbed Zhuang Hui multiple times. The servants were frightened, running away in all directions, screaming that Young Master Er had gone mad and killed the mistress.

In an instant, Beiming Ziqi once again drew out a knife and stabbed himself more than a dozen times, with no one able to stop him.