Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"Jun, how long can I maintain this state?"

Nan Xiang rubbed the curly-haired white ball hard and asked nonchalantly.

"Qinglian said we have to wait a few more days..." Chunjuan said, feeling a little guilty.

How can it not feel guilty?

When entering this small world, just like the first time he entered the small world, he was teleported to the wrong time and arrived at the fiftieth year after his master's death.

Fifty years is neither long nor short.

For some ordinary people, it might be their whole life, but for some practitioners, it was just a blink of an eye. But for Su Chen, it was undoubtedly sweet and difficult.

In order to revive his beloved, he tried every possible means, from pulling down the altar of the originally aloof and aloof Buddhist disciple to being drawn into the mundane world of mortals, becoming a paranoid and gloomy demon lord who only cared about one person.

When the ginkgo leaves covered the bluestone steps, Su Chen was using a dagger to dig out the blood from his heart. The Buddhist beads had long since turned into powder and scattered around the altar. Over the past fifty years, this once dust-free body has been covered with dark red curse marks, like a scripture burned by incense.

"Juan," Nan Xiang's spirit was hanging on the eaves of the ancient temple, his fingertips passing through the falling golden leaves, "Do you think he's in pain?"

Chun Juan was reading a book with great interest, but was suddenly asked by Nan Xiang, and trembled a little: "Master..."

Chunjuan just called out the name and wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Nan Xiang was very satisfied as she ate the spring rolls.

"Hold on tight to my master's thighs, I'm serious..." Bai Tuanzi looked at the altar with tears in her eyes.

In Su Chen's open chest, the ginkgo seedling that was refined using Nan Xiang's body was sucking Buddha's blood.

Su Chen placed her body into the ice coffin entangled with roots. The pale and beautiful girl closed her eyes, as if she was sleeping.

On a rainy night, Su Chen knelt in front of the coffin and wiped the sword tassel.

That was the peace knot that Nan Xiang had woven for him using ginkgo branches when he was eroded by evil spirits in his last battle.

Now it is soaked with dark red blood stains and looks like the red rope of Yue Lao.

"The 57,300th attempt." He cut his wrist and poured water on the ice coffin. The blood flowed along the lines on the coffin and formed the Sanskrit word "Return".

The raindrops from the eaves passed through Nan Xiang's transparent palms. She suddenly leaned over and pressed her spirit against his back.

Su Chen suddenly froze.

The candlelight on the altar crackled, illuminating a golden leaf on his shoulder - it was the fragment of Nan Xiang's spirit core that had fallen from his body.

"Master!" Chun Juan was so anxious that he turned around, "Spirit contact will consume..."

Nan Xiang placed her shadowy hand on the back of his hand.

The black energy surging around Su Chen's wrist suddenly stagnated, and the dried blood beads on the sword tassel suddenly rolled down, splashing small ripples on the prayer flags.

At three o'clock in the morning, Su Chen stepped into the cold pond in the back mountain.

When the mist covered the wounds on her waist and abdomen, Nan Xiang was sitting on the old ginkgo tree branch by the pond, swinging her legs. Chun Juan suddenly screamed, "The Heavenly Dao Blue Lotus has sent a message! You can't go near water for the last three days of your body's repair!"

It was too late. Su Chen turned his head suddenly, his eyes piercing through the flying leaves and fixed in her direction: "Who?"

The water ripples create strange patterns - Nan Xiang's spirit becomes visible due to the water vapor, and the moonlight casts her shadow on the surface of the lake, like a detailed painting that is about to fade away.

Su Chen came barefoot on the waves, and his hand covered with water droplets penetrated her heart.

"I got you." A bloody curse mark appeared on his palm, which was exactly the word "Return" on the ice coffin.

Chunjuan was so scared that his fur exploded: "Forced Binding Technique! Host, hurry up..."

Nan Xiang lowered her eyes and smiled. Her spirit suddenly solidified, and her fingertips, scented with ginkgo, touched the cinnabar between his eyebrows:

"Little monk, you broke your vows."

During the last three days, the barrier of the Demon Palace shook day and night.

Su Chen stood on the observatory. The thousands of miles of scorched earth beneath his feet were the spiritual veins he had drained in order to revive Nan Xiang.

Nan Xiang's spirit leaned against the bronze sundial and watched him carve the 57,301st blood mark on the star disk.

"Is it worth it?" She held his hand holding the carving knife, "If I can't come back..."

The Buddha bone on Su Chen's wrist suddenly burst into golden light - it was the Qinglian Heavenly Dao purifying the evil spirit.

The severe pain made him stagger to his knees, but he grabbed her transparent wrist with his backhand: "When you blocked the calamity for me fifty years ago, did you ask if it was worth it?"

At midnight, the ice coffin suddenly emitted a brilliant light.

Su Chen coughed up blood and slammed the last spell towards the coffin lid, and Nan Xiang's spirit was pulled towards his body by an invisible force.

Chun Juan cried and threw himself into the golden light: "Master, hold on! Qinglian said that the fusion of soul and body will hurt..."

Since his master's memory would be sealed every time he entered the small world, Chunjuan didn't say much, but he still felt a little sorry for his master's suffering.

Nan Xiang didn't feel anything, just a little worried.

It’s a bit tiring to fuse the body now.

At the moment when the severe pain tore through her soul, Nan Xiang saw Su Chen's dantian being cut open.

The ginkgo seedling that drank all the Buddha's blood took root in his golden elixir and trembled as it extended its first new leaf to the ice coffin.

As the morning bell rang across the wasteland, the ice coffin "clicked" and fine cracks appeared.

Su Chen fell in a pool of blood, the faded sword tassel still hooked on his fingertips.

The moment Nan Xiang opened her eyes, the dead ginkgo trees on the mountain were blooming with golden leaves again.

She walked barefoot across the scorched earth and picked up her dying lover.

The roots of the ginkgo seedlings in his dantian were frantically repairing the broken golden elixir, and her magical power was flowing in the veins of the leaves.

"Silly boy..." A teardrop fell between his brows, and the cinnabar suddenly melted and blossomed into her favorite ginkgo totem.