ounds not small.To be so passionate Don't you fear being heard by others!I don't have the courage to go up and check. I usually avoid these lunatics.But that man just mentioned a ghost face tattoo, an...The imposing city walls suddenly rose behind me.

I walked step by step toward my brother.

With every step he took, a hint of a faint smile played on his thin lips.

A hint of pride, a touch of indulgence, with an indescribable undercurrent of ambiguity.

"...Mu Yunfan" I frowned and whispered his name.

My brother raised an eyebrow slightly, a subtle gesture identical to his former self.

"What Not calling me brother anymore" he said, a touch of displeasure in his voice.

Behind him stood a palace of dusky hues, interspersed with glazed gold roofs, appearing both solemn and majestic.

“I think…you don’t seem like my brother.” I answered honestly.

He slightly twitched the corner of his lips, shaking his head and saying: “Where isn't it If not for that brat Da Mao, how would I have come here—”

"Yeah, how did you get here We're all locked up. Why are you free to move around the city" I interjected.

"He paused, squinting at me. "

"Mu Yunfan, I think... I think you're my brother, but it's not quite right...I don't know what's wrong with you..." I said anxiously, "But please snap out of it! We don't even know where we are or where Da Mao is Do you have any idea how worried we are for you, for all of us"

"Uh..." He raised an eyebrow, as if about to speak but then stopped himself. However, his expression was much more relaxed than mine.

The atmosphere was a bit stiff, he gradually reined in his light smile and reached out to pull me, I immediately took half a step back and looked at him warily.

"Uh-huh...ah..." A few coos and babbles immediately caught my attention.

I peered around and saw Da Mao at the entrance of the main hall behind him, propping himself up against the door frame trying to get out.

Unfortunately, the threshold of the main hall was too high for Da Mao's short legs to reach. It seemed he was about to fall out on his own.

I was worried that Damao would fall, so I hurried around my brother and rushed up the stairs. I didn't care about the strange atmosphere here, and ran to Damao's face.

"Mushrooms..." Da Mao mumbled, reaching out for a hug.

What on earth is going on... I don't understand. I sighed heavily, reaching out to pick up Da Mao.

The child's skin, uniquely warm and tender, brought me a sliver of comfort.

Hugging Da Mao in my arms, I discovered he was still clutching the gossip bronze talisman. I pulled the talisman out of his mouth and placed it back on his chest.

"Big Mao, is there anywhere that hurts" I asked softly.

Da Mao hugged me and rubbed against me, like a small animal smelling my scent. He nestled contentedly on my shoulder.

It's fine, Damao doesn't seem to be abnormal.

I turned back to look at my brother with some confusion. In this kind of place, Da Mao could be completely unharmed...

Is he really Mu Yunfan If it's an illusion... would an illusion protect a child

"Don't glare at me like that. Since you're here, just go with the flow. Otherwise... well, you might get hurt..." My brother gave me a cryptic warning.

I didn't know how to respond. Just then, the woman who had been watching over me walked over with a cold expression and knelt before my brother, bowing deeply in greeting.

"...My lord, why waste words with her Just tell her to open the passage quickly." The woman said in a low voice.

Although her words were somewhat harsh, her tone was not at all daring. Not only did she kneel and lower her head, but she was also very respectful.

Your Majesty I'm confused, is this really Mu Yunfan

Is it real, or an illusion

"Don't look so confused." He raised his hand to cover half his face and smiled, his open eyes flashing with a sharp and intelligent light.

"How could ordinary phantoms possibly affect you Xiao Qiao... you may not have realized it, but you've been accompanied by celestial deities for years. Your realm is no longer that of an ordinary cultivator. Mere illusions could never ensnare you. During the year of the Demon Trial, all cultivators in the world will undoubtedly proceed with caution. And besides, you have… the Northern Emperor Jun at your side." Mu Yunfan curled his thin lips, uttering words that were strange to me.

"Who are you What did you do to my brother!" I roared.

He smiled and gestured for me to look: “See, I’m fine, aren’t I”

What a sight! The wound on his arm is still clearly visible, and who knows how many more injuries he has all over his body.

Probably I suddenly yelled, scaring the big fur ball in my arms. The big fur ball pouted, looked at me, then at my brother, with a look like it was about to cry.

My brother frowned, walked over, and reached out with a big hand to press down on Da Mao's head.

I was startled and about to back away, but he suddenly bent down and glared at the big furball in my arms. "What are you crying for, little punk You're being coddled."

Da Mao pursed his lips, forcibly holding back his tears, and reached out to him for a hug.

My brother seemed reluctant, frowning and saying: “I’m covered in blood, why don’t you let your aunt hold you!”

This... this completely baffled me! Is this really my brother, or someone else!

His expressions, gestures, and even his emotions felt like my brother, but his way of speaking and the subtle air about him weren't like Mu Yunfan!

"Who are you..." I asked weakly.

He smirked and raised his hand, "Come on, help big brother with the wound, and I'll tell you."

This body has warmth, it is not a cold corpse.

The option of "refining corpses" has been largely ruled out.

Mu Yunfan took off his shirt and sat on the couch behind the curtain, motioning for me to quickly apply medicine.

"You... aren't you some kind of noble Why wouldn't you let that woman apply medicine to you" I asked warily.

"I want to too, but this body seems very resistant to outsiders. As soon as Shan Tao gets close, my muscles tense up and veins pop out...hehe...how interesting..."

Without anyone else around, he seemed to be acting with abandon.

"Mountain Peach" I was stunned. Wasn't that the female demon who had appeared at my house

And wasn't she a subordinate of the Southern Heaven Demon Emperor

Could it be that the person in front of me is——

“Shh…” My brother was behind the curtain, shirtless and with a hint of blood on him. He raised his finger to his lips as a gesture of silence.

He looked at me playfully, his voice a low murmur. "Be careful... words have power. If you casually shout my name, it could disturb many demons in this realm, oh~~"

This—

"You admit you're not my brother! Where's my brother! I..." I was so flustered, I didn't know what to do for a moment.

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South, the Southern Heaven Demon Emperor

At the thought of this, my whole body trembled.

Behind the curtain, a figure stood aloof, bare-chested and leaning against a couch with one hand propping his chin.

A subtle, dangerous air oozed from the crack in the curtain, like unseen hands reaching to choke me.

I even felt like I was having trouble breathing, so nervous that I didn't know what to say.

“Come in, Xiao Qiao. If you don't stop bleeding soon, your brother might die.” The voice from behind the curtain sensed my anxiety and suddenly adopted a lighthearted tone.

This lightheartedness, it's like my brother calling out for me to put a Band-Aid on him.

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