Quick Wear: Host, please be more restrained

The sun is shining brightly, the cliffs are steep and sheer, an old man, hunched over, is leading a young man, who seems to be very dependent on him.

Ye Qiao had excellent eyesight. At just one glance, she recognized the young man, who was Shen Qing.

No way, just after a nap, the little boy has grown so big?

This dream was filled with all the things he feared most. Then the previous scene must have been when he was abducted. Didn’t she rescue him?

[Host, what has happened cannot be changed. ]

Ye Qiao was helpless. So, that little boy still couldn't escape the old path of being kidnapped?

But looking at this old man, although he had white hair and was very old, he was still nice to Shen Qing. At least the man's clothes were neat and clean.

Seeing the two people preparing to leave after collecting the herbs, Ye Qiao quickly used his Qinggong skills to follow them.

This old man looks kind on the surface, so why did he become the dream he fears the most?

Ye Qiao followed the two people, left the cliff, and came to a wooden house.

"Mr. Shen, we have collected a lot of herbs today, so we can prepare a medicinal bath now." The old man had a slightly aged voice and a pair of sharp eagle eyes.

"Yes, Master." The young man bowed and nodded obediently.

After he was abducted, he suffered a lot of abuse. This old man adopted him and the two of them lived here.

The master was the best person to him so far, and the boy respected the old man very much.

Even though the old man asked him to get up at dawn to practice sword-fighting, he did not complain at all.

Ye Qiao hid in the backyard, watching the sky getting light and then getting up to practice sword skills.

Didn't the master and the apprentice get along well? The old man didn't treat him harshly, at most he asked him to practice sword diligently, so how could it become a memory that he was afraid of?

The woman was a little puzzled. This time she stayed much longer than before. For several days, the old man and the young man went up the mountain to collect herbs.

The young man practiced swordplay and meditation every day, but Ye Qiao observed that he was only practicing martial arts and had not yet drawn qi into his body.

In other words, the man has not yet started the path of cultivating immortals.

Ye Qiao thought he was hiding well. The man practicing sword looked at the corner of green clothes behind the wooden pillar and smiled with an ambiguous smile.

Everything was too peaceful and quiet. Ye Qiao wondered, could this be the calm before the storm?

Sure enough, on the night of the full moon, everything was explained.

"My dear disciple, how have you been doing recently in taking the medicinal bath and practicing diligently as I asked you to do?" The old man stroked his fluttering beard, looking very kind and amiable.

Shen Qing stood beside him and said respectfully, "I have always followed Master's words and have gained a lot recently."

"Really?" The old man laughed softly with a cloudy and aged face.

"Then go to the underworld road. It's time to replace this body with a new soul."

"Master, what does this mean?" Shen Qing seemed a little puzzled and incredulous, and as soon as he finished speaking, the young man's huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

When Ye Qiao saw this scene, he almost wanted to curse, "My God, you are so old, and you still want to occupy someone else's body. Isn't that disgusting!"

But the girl still hid behind the pillar and saw how she could help.

The mysterious old man slowly pulled out an extremely sharp dagger from his bosom, the blade flashing with cold light. He gently placed the dagger in his hand.

Then, the old man bent down and carved lines on the ground with his dagger. He was extremely careful with each cut, as if he was afraid of making any mistakes. As time went by, these lines gradually intertwined into a complex and dense magic circle.

His blood flowed down the dagger, staining the ground red and blending into the magic circle. This weird scene made people shudder.

Gradually, the entire magic circle became clearer and clearer. It was full of mysterious symbols and patterns, and the lines in the magic circle were intertwined and entangled with each other.

"Your young body, which can be used to cultivate immortality, is mine~" The old man's voice was excited, and his face turned pale from excessive blood loss.

When Ye Qiao was wondering whether she should show up, the unconscious Shen Qing opened his eyes in the darkness and looked at the scene in front of him with great shock, the legendary body-snatching formation.

"Magic circle, rise!" the old man shouted, and fell into madness.

"Master, I am your apprentice!" The young man couldn't seem to believe what he saw. The only person in the world who was kind to him actually wanted to take over his body.

"Yes, so please offer this body to me quickly." A young, beautiful body that can be used to cultivate immortality.

Ye Qiao looked at Shen Qing being thrown into the magic circle by the old man like a chicken, and he couldn't help but get anxious. What should he do?

Not caring about anything else, the woman hid behind a pillar and sent out a beam of green spiritual power. The old man, who had already lost too much blood, immediately fell to the ground like a rag doll.

"Sister Fairy!" The young man intercepted the woman who appeared. Instead of being afraid, he was very happy.

What fairy sister? Ye Qiao was confused.

"Who are you? Have I offended you?" The old man forced himself to stand up and thought, it seems that he can't beat this woman, so he decided to admit defeat first.

"I'm here to save you." The woman in green, against the light, walked step by step towards Shen Qing who was trapped in the magic circle.

The man's whole body began to tremble. Ye Qiao thought he was afraid, but only Shen Qing knew that he was excited, extremely excited.

Seeing the old man lying on the ground, a hint of mockery flashed across the young man's hidden eyes. If it wasn't for the woman coming out to save him.

How could this person, lying on the ground like a disgusting pile of meat, be hurt?

Ye Qiao naturally had no idea what the boy was thinking. He just thought that he was hurt by his close master and was in pain. After all, he was still a boy.

Ye Qiao grabbed his wrist, and the two of them took advantage of the night to leave this sinful courtyard.

"Are you a fairy?" The young man looked at Ye Qiao with his clear eyes.

The girl frowned slightly. How could she explain her origin?

"If you say so, then so be it," the girl replied.

"Then can you not leave? Just stay with me and don't go back to heaven." The young man seemed very insecure. As soon as he arrived at the inn, he grabbed the wrist of the woman who was about to leave.

Ye Qiao looked at the boy's pale and delicate face. It was understandable that he felt insecure for a moment because the master he lived with day and night was actually a pervert who wanted to take over his body.

"You should rest soon. I'll stay here and won't leave." Ye Qiao gave his bed to the boy and slept on the floor himself.

Thinking that there are many young people younger than her, Ye Qiao still respects the elderly and loves the young. Well, applaud yourself.

Ye Qiao, a man of noble character who respects the elderly and loves the young, silently praises himself in his heart.

After just a moment, the woman fell asleep carefree. The boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, got out of bed carefully, and carried the woman on the ground onto the bed.

He looked at this face with a reluctant gaze. Why, after so many years, her appearance had not changed at all? Could it be true, as he joked, that she was a fairy from the ninth heaven who had come down to earth?

When Shen Qing opened his eyes again the next day, the young man was no longer around him. The young man just lay there motionless, but the darkness in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

It happened again, and he left again.