The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The scarlet blood-red eyes pierced through the night sky and fell on the disciple's face with rosy cheeks. Sheng Qing walked towards her step by step in the air. Every step he took would immediately land more than ten meters away.

He shortened the distance to an inch and came in front of Yu Mian.

He raised his hand and slowly handed the burning soul bead to Yu Mian, and said coldly: "Take it and play..."

Yu Mian looked at the bead in front of him that was emitting strange demonic energy and twisted and screaming like a mental attack. He subconsciously took a half step back with his right foot, but stopped instantly when he saw Sheng Qing's bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, there was excitement and suppressed fighting spirit in her eyes.

It was obvious that he had just rushed in from a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses. At this moment, his rationality and animality were in a precarious balance.

"Master, you've come back after a long journey...you've worked hard!" Although Yu Mian was afraid of the sticky, fishy and salty blood on her body, and her grandmother was watching her, comforting Sheng Qing was the most important thing.

She did not dare to touch the bead in front of her with faint flames. She dodged Sheng Qing's outstretched hand with her neck, threw herself forward, and hugged his wet body tightly.

She didn't even dare to use force, for fear that the snake had some wounds on its body and it would hurt if she pressed on it.

The faint green medicinal fragrance between the nose and mouth was no longer the dominant scent, but was more of a fishy and salty smell coming from elsewhere. Yu Mian was slightly relieved about this.

This can't be Shengqing's blood.

The soft, warm body fell into his arms obediently, and her timid and soft words were heard in his ears. Shengqing's slightly trembling body paused, and the crimson in his eyes receded, and warmth gradually emerged in his eyes.

He collected the soul bead with his fingertips, tightened his arms little by little, and hugged the person.

In just a moment, the little girl in his arms turned into a bloody person, as if they had been fighting in a sea of ​​blood together just a moment ago.

Yu Mian took several deep breaths until she felt the hand on her back that was about to rub her into her bones suddenly loosen its strength. Only then did she feel grateful for having survived the disaster.

Fortunately, Shengqing is still very easy to please.

Her heart was pounding.

Sheng Qing stroked her head out of habit. That was originally a soul-strengthening action, but now her disciple no longer needed soul-strengthening.

But his head is round, and it makes people happy to touch it.

"It's good to be fine..."

Sheng Qing felt that Yu Mian had grown very fast during this period. She saw her disciple fight against a real enemy for the first time, kill someone for the first time, and complete a mission for the first time.

She is like a timid soybean that can roll freely and has the strength to break through stubborn rocks after absorbing nutrients.

This is good...

"Thanks to the soft armor you gave me..." Yu Mian completely relaxed when he heard the familiar tone, and his tone also became relaxed.

But in an instant, she immediately reacted, Senior brothers and sisters!

She poked her head out from Sheng Qing's arms and said, "Master, my senior brothers and sisters and several monks from other sects are also here with us!"

Feng Ling, who felt like an eyesore for a while, took the initiative to speak, "Uh, nephew, let me save those youngsters..."

She raised her sleeves, covered her face, and disappeared.

This is the Qingfeng clan's own little secret place, which is actually used for hatching eggs. There are circular valleys inside which serve as hatching nests, so it is evergreen all year round and the temperature is just right.

The old demon might have thrown the others into other nests. The phoenix feather spread its wings and turned into a green rainbow and disappeared from sight.

Yu Mian looked at his grandmaster’s grandmother who seemed to be running away. He didn’t understand what was going on and thought that she was just caring about her granddaughter.

Feng Ling was secretly shocked as he flew. In just a thousand years, the little snake had grown so strong, and was no less powerful than the senior sister was back then.

Looking at the understated means, I'm afraid it might be even more serious.

But the bloody evil spirit just now almost frightened her to the point of losing her soul. She didn't know if the Delusion Immortal Sect could control such a strong evil spirit...

Yu Mian followed the direction Feng Ling left, but was poked on the head by a bloody fingertip. Sheng Qing had not forgotten the sharp-tongued side of his little disciple.

It is fast to grow through experience in the mortal world, but it is easy to come into contact with some dirty people and learn vulgar language.

I don’t know who led him astray, Sheng Qing narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent that he had just suppressed resurfaced.

Yu Mian covered his head, feeling flustered and confused.

No, who offended her again?

"Master?" she asked in confusion.

I couldn't help rubbing my forehead with my palms. The moment it touched the cold fingertips, a tiny bit of heat was taken away, and the tingling feeling left behind aroused pleasure.

"Tell me, where did you learn those vulgar words?" Sheng Qing grabbed Yu Mian's hands that were rubbing her forehead, looked at her ten fingers that were bleeding slightly, and tapped them lightly.

Yu Mian gasped in pain. At first, he didn't feel much pain when he was scared, but now that he was safe, his brain's response to pain was released, and his heart was connected to it.

It was such a heart-wrenching pain.

Yu Mian dare not talk about his experience as the light of the city, the guardian of the Internet, and the great keyboard warrior.

If it is uncovered, you may be sentenced to death.

I can only whisper: "I heard this in the mortal world..."

It is indeed the mortal world, but not this mortal world...

Sheng Qing suddenly became furious, his eyes raised in anger. It was true that if a child was left outside for too long, he would easily become bad. If he learned some indecent things, he would become turbid and no longer sweet and soft in the future!

She looked at her bloody fingers, swallowed her anger, and tried to speak softly, but in fact it was a bit cold and hard: "I will personally take care of you in the future..."

“…Stop saying these dirty words.”

Sheng Qing gently stroked it, and the wound on his hand healed. He looked at the smooth, white and soft hand, and after a moment of contemplation, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He curved his eyes and added: "I will teach you step by step how to kill the enemy with one blow. There is no need to attack with words."

Yu Mian nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his eyes a little sluggish, "Yeah... I understand... Master."

She looked at the bloodstained hands that were gently holding her own. The coolness passed through her flesh, taking away the nameless warmth. For the first time, she felt the urge to take the initiative.

By the time she reacted, she was already trapped in Sheng Qing's playful and joyful soft light. She bent down slightly and moved closer, allowing Yu Mian to hold her fingers.

She was dressed in a blood-red dress, as gorgeous as a camellia and charming as a blossoming peony.

The red lips slightly opened, like a lover's confession, the red lips weeping blood, gentle and moving.

"Mian'er, were you scared today?" Sheng Qing concealed the joy that his disciple took the initiative to approach him in his tone, and immediately transformed himself into the cold and elegant master of Yufu Mountain.

Like orchid speaking, whispering softly.

"Why are you so clingy?"

Under normal circumstances, this little coward would crawl into her arms, steady her, and then quickly run away. But today, he kept taking half a step forward and holding on to her and wouldn't let go.

Yu Mian didn’t know what was wrong with her. She just felt a little hot, but Sheng Qing was so cold that she couldn’t get rid of it.

She always warms me up and cools me down, and cools me down and warms me up again.

Her thoughts were a little slow, but she was not yet insane. She said in a muffled voice, "Today is Double Ninth Festival, Master..."

She wasn't sure if her physical condition had exploded, and she was somewhat at a loss as she turned to what she thought was a safe haven for help.

"A bit..."

There was a hint of red at the corner of Yu Mian's eyes, like crushed rose juice, spreading out bit by bit, and a sense of helplessness was revealed in her voice.

Her eyes were watery but clear and innocent.