Quick Transmigration: A money-loving man meets a boy who gives away money!

Yu Ci was rolled up by the wide hem of her clothes and was held in Kunlun's arms like a sloth. He clung to her body with his limbs weakly and couldn't help rubbing his ears against hers. His rosy cheeks seemed to be painted with peach powder, and wherever he rubbed his ears, that place would burn.

"Master..."

"I'm here."

"Kunlun... woo..."

"Uncomfortable? Then bite me." She didn't care at all when her disciple called her by her name. It was just a label made up of two words. She could be Kunlun, Yujing, or any name that could be made up of words in this world.

After Kunlun finished speaking, he tilted his head considerately and let Yu Ci lean on his right shoulder.

"Can you... not be so nice?" Yu Ci said with a hint of tears in her voice. There was a sense of grievance and discomfort in her tone, and no one knew why.

If she watched coldly, if she remained indifferent, Yu Ci might really regard her as an elder, a high and mighty immortal.

But she transformed herself into a lotus platform to save her from suffering...

The body that should have been the hottest in the world now exuded a hint of coolness, pulling back Yu Ci's few remaining rationalities. She sealed her own fire for a short time, turning into a weak mortal, a "sandbag" that could carry the rampant spiritual energy, allowing Yu Ci to relieve the chaotic spiritual power on her body.

This process has nothing to do with joy.

Her eyes were unfocused, her head resting on the other's shoulder, and her body trembled more than once.

Kunlun, this is the first time I hate myself. The greed of human nature is like an unrestrained naughty child. I actually want to get close to you...

Kunlun blocked her five senses at this moment, leaving only hearing. She did not understand what her disciple meant, but still gently patted her palm on the other's smooth back to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, Yu Ci, Master is here."

Uh...

Yu Ci bit her white clothes, her sobs and untraceable tears soaking her clothes. I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…

Everything that happened last night was like rain hitting banana leaves and a muddy ground. After Yu Ci woke up, she loosened the white pieces of cloth that she had been tightly holding in her hands. Those were Kunlun's sleeves.

Nothing happened to them yesterday... and because of her presence as a spiritual energy sandbag, the spiritual energy that was originally blocked is now extremely active.

Yu Ci looked inside and saw that the golden elixir, which was originally only the size of an egg yolk, was now round like an egg, quietly guarding the top of her Lingtai treasure tree.

Is she using Kunlun to gather energy?

Yu Ci put away this ridiculous thought and raised her head in surprise at the light in front of her. The corners of her light red eyes looked at the person who pushed open the door and followed her figure step by step towards her.

She put down a plate of side dishes, a small bowl of porridge, and her spare clothes one by one.

Looking at the delicious dishes, Yu Ci couldn't look away, nor could she pretend not to know and deceive herself that her master had never participated in her growth.

She pursed her lips and looked at the pickled vegetables with the green beans picked out. She stubbornly hid her emotions and buried them in the messy quilt, unwilling to let them show up.

"Master, do you have any clue about this secret realm?"

"This place may be a turbulent flow of time and space, and we need fate and opportunity to escape."

Both of them kept silent about the fact that those people called Kunlun the Demon Lord when they saw him. If Kunlun was a demon in his previous life, Yu Ci thought selfishly, then he must have had no choice.

She is so double-standard.

The two of them suddenly fell silent again. It was such a silence that even the dust molecules in the air seemed to slow down and float up rhythmically.

Yu Ci took a deep breath, not knowing how to hide or dispel the emotional drums beating between her eardrums, boom, boom, boom.

Finally, when she was hesitant to speak, a cold and calm voice sounded first: "Don't worry about it. If "Quie Xiangsi" affects your Tao heart in the future, I can seal your memory."

This person bluntly said that "longing for her" would affect his heart, but what he was actually doing was sealing the memory of him hugging her...

The strange thing will divert attention!

Yu Ci glanced at the other person angrily, and the emotions that were half-buried suddenly leaked out, spilling all over the room and the floor silently.

"It doesn't matter, Master is Master, I have a clear conscience!"

With a burst of anger, she denied everything maliciously, pulled off the quilt, quickly put on her clothes and came to the table.

"Master really understands me. He even knows exactly what I like!" The girl raised her bright smile, like a scorching sun, and it bumped into Kunlun's calm eyes.

The lake in her heart that had been flattened with great difficulty was shaken to the ground, and ripples spread out in circles. It was obvious that her disciple's "innocence" and indifference were exactly what she wanted.

But seeing her so heartless and nonchalant, she felt as if her heart was pinched, and a strange, sour feeling spread.

She is really sick.

Kunlun's departing figure was not as steady as when she came, and carried a hint of doubt and a sense of fleeing. The people on both sides of the City Lord's Mansion who saw her were so scared that they knelt on the ground.

With eyes of fear and admiration, they respectfully watched their god pass by.

After a bowl of porridge, the two seemed to have returned to their former master-disciple relationship. Yu Ci flipped through the rare files in the City Lord's Mansion and learned the story of this place.

This world is now called the Demonic Spirit Realm. Heaven and earth are in chaos, and humans, demons, fairies, monsters and other races live under the same blue sky without any boundaries.

Therefore, there are frequent frictions among all races and endless fights within the races. There is nothing they cannot do to survive.

Under the influence of the environment, the methods used by human cultivators are almost comparable to those of the evil cultivators of later generations. They are arrogant and brutal, and even kill each other among their own kind.

The Demon City is a city that has gradually developed under the holy mountain where the only demon god in the demon spirit world resides. The human race worships the demon god as their master, covets his power, fears his strength, and fantasizes about his death.

Yu Ci wondered, could the voice that whispered in her ear that day be that of this Demon Lord?

As the guess came to her mind, Yu Ci felt more and more that it was the other party. She even felt that the so-called small secret realm that entered the turbulence of time and space and came to ten thousand years ago was just a small action made by the other party on a whim.

Although it is not small at all for them.

She suddenly interrupted her own divergent thoughts and realized that something was wrong. It was as if her thoughts were forced into her mind by someone.

What normal person would suddenly think of so many unrelated twists and turns? !

"Who are you?! Come out!" Yu Ci shouted in a low voice to the people around.

There was no change in the surroundings, as if it was just a groundless imagination of his. Yu Ci put down the book in his hand and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I found that the text above seemed to have changed.

"You've always been smart."

"What is your purpose? Why did you bring us here?" Yu Ci asked, holding a book.

"Nothing, just wanted to see..."

The words on the page were halfway through appearing when they suddenly became messy as if the ink was spreading, and it was impossible to understand the content.

Yu Ci put the book down, looked up and saw her master standing in front of her. She stuffed the book into the bookshelf with a guilty conscience, and then she did not hide what had just happened and explained it clearly.

Kunlun asked: "Does she know you?"

"I don't know..." Yu Ci really didn't know anything. She was also confused. This inexplicable conversation seemed as if the other party had already known her.

Kunlun pursed his lips and glanced indifferently at the book. The page that introduced the demon god quietly turned into gray powder.

The next second, the pages returned to their original state, as if in a provocation.

The process happened so quickly that Yu Ci didn't even notice it, and the poor piece of paper was burned and restored over and over again.