I was tricked by the yandere villain Master all the way to my ascension

The sea was calm.

That night, everyone who had been attacked by evil spirits had a high fever.

But as a monk, he would be fine within half an hour after taking a few pills.

Only Shen Yujin, who had no cultivation, was particularly serious. From morning until the sky turned dark, he was still unconscious.

"When will my master get better?"

Jiang Li Jiuxu sat on the edge of the bed, with a pair of cold phoenix eyes that could no longer be said to be calm.

He saw that the originally cold and white face of the man on the couch gradually turned red, and his smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

His eyebrows were tightly knitted, his lips were chapped, broken and fragile, giving people the feeling that he might die at any moment.

Even her injection of ice spiritual power couldn't relieve the pain at all.

Several immortal doctors were helpless.

One of them sighed softly, walked forward slowly and saluted, "Miss Jiang, please..."

Knowing that he almost spilled the beans, he suddenly changed his topic and said, "Get ready for the funeral!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned their heads and stared at him.

Lin Wuxiang's mouth twitched.

He deliberately ordered it to be serious, but he didn't let it be so serious.

Thinking of this, he was just about to speak when he saw Jiang Lijiu raise his head suddenly, his face as cold as ice.

"go out!"

"Xiao Jiuer."

"Grandpa, you also go out first."

"listen……"

"My master will not die."

Her voice was calm, like a pool of stagnant water in the abyss, without any emotion.

However, what he said was stubborn and firm, "Sick people don't like to hear people making noises."

"I'll take care of him here and he'll be fine tomorrow."

"Go out."

"Don't think too much, nothing will happen."

After all, she was the girl he raised as his granddaughter, and Lin Wuxiang couldn't bear it.

He hesitated.

But seeing Shen Yujin's bloodless face, he swallowed all the food.

To nourish the remaining soul with the blood of the heart is to go against the will of heaven.

During this period, his cultivation will be suppressed. In view of the chaos in the Demon Realm at this time, and the eager eyes of the cultivation world.

It is to throw yourself into danger.

Unexpectedly, when there is a leak in the house and it rains all night, the evil god will sense the life beads and come together. The two combined will make even the strongest person fall ill!

The remaining soul is weak...

If Shen Yujin hadn't sacrificed his cultivation and blood essence to protect him for so many years.

It should have dissipated long ago.

But he refused to give up no matter what.

The moment Lin Wuxiang raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Lijiu, he couldn't help but think of the man who had gone through many hardships and still refused to accept his fate.

That tall and tall figure always stands proudly in the snow-covered extreme south, holding a long-dead person in his arms.

Blurred and desolate.

But it happened to be the person who fell into the abyss, and he was rescued.

Now, it’s almost 100 years.

For a moment, Lin Wuxiang fell silent as he recalled the past.

After a while, he calmed down and said, "Xiao Jiu'er, don't think too much. If anything happens, just call grandpa. Don't get into trouble."

"Ah."

Jiang Lijiu nodded.

Several people walked out slowly, and the door closed with a creak.

In the bedroom, it was quiet.

"Senior Yu, what kind of evil spirit is possessing my master? Why is it so powerful?"

"I don't know."

As Qingyue's ethereal voice sounded, a wisp of black mist filled the air from the scabbard and condensed into a slender scholar.

He took steady steps and walked to a place three feet away from the bed and stood there.

"Xiao Lijiu, do you care about him?"

"Yes."

Just as Jiang Lijiu was about to stand up, she suddenly felt her wrist tighten, and the hot temperature covered her palm, interlocking with her fingers.

"Don't leave." Shen Yujin's voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of domineering in his weakness.

She suddenly smiled, "Okay, I won't leave."

Perhaps he heard the choking in her tone, her hands tightened again and again, and then suddenly loosened.

In an instant, the hand with long joints that fell on the brocade quilt was clenched tightly by her again, "Master, have a good rest. My disciple is not going anywhere. I will stay here with you."

The overlapping hands of one large and one small tightly grasped each other, as if they were unwilling to let go after a separation of life and death.

Yu Changxian caught a glimpse of the colorful ropes on their wrists, and his eyes moved slightly.

Shen Yujin's resistance prevented him from entering the rosewood bed. He had no choice but to make a hand with his fingers, pull out the silk thread from the tassel of the divine weapon, and hand it out.

He made an excuse, "I am a ghost cultivator. Mr. Shen is seriously ill. It would be unfavorable to approach him rashly. Please tie this thread around his wrist."

"it is good."

Jiang Lijiu stretched out his hand to take it, and a cold breath came from the silk thread.

It feels inexplicably familiar.

She didn't think much and quickly wrapped it around Shen Yujin's slender wrist.

Yu Changxian closed his eyes, without using any ghost aura, and only used his soul to explore his meridians, and was shocked to realize that his body was in chaos.

It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of the soul bead at his heart that he understood why this man refused to let him get close.

A soul born with fairy power, even if it is not fully formed, can still make ghosts salivate.

Almost at the same time, a very dangerous pressure enveloped them.

He was speechless.

Even if he is unconscious, he can subconsciously protect the culprit who swallowed his own power.

I can't help but feel curious...

Who is this soul?

But he didn't move any further, away from the soul orb, and helped smooth over the demon spirit.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and the tassel thread flew onto Jiang Lijiu's palm.

She was stunned.

Then he saw Yu Changxian's figure flicker and disappear, leaving only one sentence, "Just wake up tomorrow morning and repair my tassel."

"Thank you senior."

The Purple Thunder Sky Punishment Sword made no movement, making it clear that it no longer wanted to pay attention to the outside world.

A gust of sea breeze blew up, lifting the gauze as thin as cicada wings.

Jiang Lijiu glanced at the dark sky outside the carved window, and only heard the "crash" of the waves, sweeping in one after another.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

After sitting for a long time, I don't know why, but I suddenly feel sleepy.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but there seemed to be something pulling at her consciousness, trying to drag her into the darkness.

In the end, she felt like she was being surrounded by rolling heat waves, as if she was falling into lava.

"Xiao Jiu'er, don't leave."

"Master, don't be afraid, disciple..."

Before she had time to say the words "I won't leave," she tilted her head and fell into Shen Yujin's arms, deep in darkness.

……

"Xiao Jiu'er, who are you thinking about?"

"Be obedient and drink the medicine, otherwise you will make Brother Shen angry and you will cry again."

"It's already dawn and you still don't want to wake up. You used to get up very early to practice sword practice. How can you be so lazy now?"

"Huh~"

"If you don't want to get up, then you can't. Brother Shen will carry you away. Where do you want to go?"

"Brother Shen remembers that Xiao Jiuer likes snow the most."

"It's snowing again..."

"Xiao Jiu'er, get up. Let's go build a snowman and have a snowball fight together. This time, Brother Shen, stand still and let you fight, okay?"

The voice in his ears was low and hoarse, mixed with coaxing and compromise, and finally turned into a desperate and crazy laugh.

The laughter was bone-chilling, whistling in the cold wind, like thousands of sharp arrows passing through the heart.

Jiang Lijiu wanted to open his eyes.

I want to hug the owner of the voice, but I can't move no matter what, like a nightmare.

Drops of warm water fell on the face drop by drop.

her heart.

As if being burned.

It hurts!

"Master, don't cry."

She tried her best to say, "I'll wake up soon and build a snowman with you. Don't cry."