The Demon Lord is very busy: This little couple is really hard to separate

The sphere was formed by the seal cast by Jun Qinghe, and the things trapped inside were still rushing around, trying to escape.

Jun Qinghe's expression turned cold, and he raised his hand and a few more seals appeared.

What the hell is this!

The golden light of the seal was so bright that it suppressed the movement of the thing after a while. Jun Qinghe waited for the seal to completely melt and disappear before he helped Yun Yuan take a few steps forward and held the culprit in his hand.

Mirror?

Jun Qinghe turned over the palm-sized round mirror in his hand and saw intricate floral and leaf carvings with two very fine words protruding in the middle: "Inner Demon".

Heart Mirror...

Jun Qinghe took another look at Yun Yu'an in his arms. His eyes were lifeless and his expression was dull. He grabbed his wrist and tried to probe his soul.

The fingers were shaken apart by the huge force.

Jun Qinghe dispersed the evil spirit at his fingertips, knowing that Yun Yu'an had probably lost several souls and his body had automatically activated defensive measures.

Jun Qinghe took out the Heart Demon Mirror again and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, he felt Yun Yu'an's breath in the mirror.

Jun Qinghe put the mirror into the storage bag, picked up Yun Yu'an by the knees, walked over the bronze mirror fragments on the ground to the bed, and then put him down.

Yun Yuan sat on the bed, and Jun Qinghe bent one leg and squatted.

When Yun Yu'an woke up, his soul was incomplete. He got out of bed instinctively as his body was attracted by his soul, so he didn't wear shoes or socks.

Jun Qinghe pinched both ankles one by one to check and make sure they were not injured by the debris on the ground.

Then he carried the person downstairs.

He didn't dare leave Yun Yu'an alone in this room.

Now Yun Yu'an can't do anything except breathing.

Most people were asleep at this time, and there were not many guests downstairs. When Jun Qinghe went downstairs, the shopkeeper was packing up and wanted to rest. When she saw Jun Qinghe, she smiled and greeted him: "Master, what do you want?"

Jun Qinghe said: "Prepare some hot water for bathing, and bring an extra small wooden basin to the room where the problem occurred."

The shopkeeper immediately responded: "I will send someone to go and see if the problem in that room has been solved by the Immortal Master?"

Jun Qinghe had already turned around, and did not stop even after hearing what the shopkeeper said. He replied from a distance: "It's solved."

After Jun Qinghe left, the shopkeeper's clerk asked in confusion, "Is that man in the guest's arms?"

The shopkeeper quickly put his index finger to his mouth, signaling the waiter to be careful with his words.

After Jun Qinghe had been gone for a long time, the shopkeeper whispered and scolded: "In this line of work, there are some things you can't just say casually, you have to learn to keep them in your heart."

The shopkeeper cleaned up the table and ordered, "You stay here. If the guest just now comes down again, you must arrange everything for him. He is a distinguished guest."

Yun Yu'an really only had instinctive reactions to external stimuli. For example, Jun Qinghe discovered through his own experiments: when you pinch his ticklish spots, he will take a step back; when you try to detect his soul or magic pill, he will attack indiscriminately.

Jun Qinghe once again dispersed the evil energy at his fingertips and pretended that he had not done anything to seek death just now.

Jun Qinghe thought he had a big problem.

He actually felt that Ayun was very good the way she was now. She would just stay quietly by his side, not run around for others all the time, and not always want to see Meng Lier.

He was so scared that he dared not sleep at night, because his dreams were filled with the scene of Ah Yun in his previous life resolutely leaving him behind and rushing towards death.

"Ayun."

The person in front of me sat there obediently, ignoring everything he said, and only responded with steady breathing.

Jun Qinghe touched Yun Yu'an's face, his fingertips traced along his eyebrows, touched his nose, and slid down gently. His thumb rubbed the corner of his mouth and stopped at the soft bead of his lips.

Jun Qinghe pressed his knuckles against his chin, forcing Yun Yu'an to look up. His unfocused gaze passed through Jun Qinghe and ended up somewhere unknown.

There was a slight knock at the door: "Sir, the hot water is here."

Jun Qinghe carried Yun Yu'an to the bed and sat him down, then went to open the door for the boy who brought water.

"There are mirror fragments on the ground, be careful." After giving the reminder, Jun Qinghe took the wooden basin from a waiter and poured some water from the bucket into the basin.

Several servants were busy filling the bathtub with water, but Jun Qinghe paid no attention to them. He brought the wooden basin to the bedside, picked up Yun Yu'an's feet and immersed them in the warm water.

Pinch the ankle with one hand and gently rub along the heel to the front with the other hand.

Yun Yu'an's toes suddenly curled up, and he wanted to pull his whole leg back. Jun Qinghe then remembered that Ayun was ticklish.

Jun Qinghe raised the corner of his mouth, held his left hand tighter, and forcefully completed the cleaning of Yun Yu'an's two feet despite Yun Yu'an's instinctive resistance.

I had to wash it, so I walked around the room barefoot for half a circle, and got a lot of dust on my face. ——Jun Qinghe explained to himself this way.

Jun Qinghe automatically forgot that there was a spell called cleaning spell.

The waiters watched closely, and after adding water, they quickly left the room.

Jun Qinghe coaxed Yun Yuan to sleep, then got up to take a bath.

Only when the water in the bathtub became icy cold did Jun Qinghe change into clean clothes and sit by the bed until dawn.

The cries of hawkers downstairs gradually increased. Perhaps smelling the fragrance of food, Yun Yuan opened his eyes.

Jun Qinghe closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly felt that Yun Yu'an's breathing frequency changed. He turned around and saw that he had woken up.

Meng Li'er happened to knock on the door: "Brother Yun? Master?"

Jun Qinghe stood up and opened the door.

"Master, has the problem been resolved?" Meng Li'er asked with concern while holding the dragon cub.

Jun Qinghe shook his head and moved aside to let her come in first.

"Something happened."

After Meng Li'er came in, Jun Qinghe quickly closed the door.

Jun Qinghe helped Yun Yu'an up from the bed and piled up the pillows for him to use as a backrest.

Meng Li'er immediately noticed that something was wrong with Yun Yu'an. Although they had only known each other for two or three days, Yun Yu'an was never the type to ignore others.

Brother Yun loves to talk and make people happy, and he won't let the conversation become dull.

Meng Lier became nervous: "What happened to Brother Yun?"

"You're losing your soul." Jun Qinghe picked up Yun Yu'an and moved him some distance so that he could sit more comfortably.

Meng Li'er's face turned pale: "Loss of soul?! What should I do?"

Jun Qinghe took out the Heart Demon Mirror from his bosom and said without any sadness or joy, "The missing soul is here. I have sealed the mirror. Without the influence of the mirror itself, as long as Ah Yun is willing to come out of the Heart Demon dream, the missing soul will naturally return."

No one knows what Yun Yu'an's inner demon is, not even Yun Yu'an himself.

Yun Yu'an walked tirelessly in the darkness for a long, long time. He had forgotten where he came from, and he also didn't know where he was going.

There was a faint breeze blowing past his ears, lifting a few strands of his black hair.

Yun Yu'an was stunned...How could there be wind?

How come there is hair...

Yun Yu'an raised his hands in a daze. He was stunned by the clear lines on his palms and the distinct purple blood vessels under the skin.