The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Sheng Qing's pupils suddenly split vertically, and his original intention of teasing disappeared. After leaving a message to Feng Ling, he took Yu Mian into his arms, and used the shrinking technique to disappear on the spot.

When passing by the barrier of this small secret realm, he tore a hole with one hand and left.

The little pillow in my arms is so well-behaved, like a kitten. I bury myself in her body and hold her tightly, as if I'm afraid she will run away.

She patted Yu Mian's back gently, as if to calm her down. The scene in front of her eyes changed rapidly, and a thousand miles away seemed only a few breaths.

Yu Mian raised his head and looked at the changes around him. His rusty brain was a little stuck, and he asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"Of course, go home..." Shengqing's eyes had a gentle smile, secretly growing a hint of deep meaning, and his tone was gentle, unlike usual times.

It was like a stunning warm jade that had broken out of the stone, with a layer of lustrous luster and was breathtakingly beautiful.

Yu Mian's eyes flickered, unable to resist this grand conspiracy against her, she approached him obediently and embraced him tenderly.

At a certain moment, a flash of reverie arises in my heart, as if time is frozen at this moment, which is not bad...

wow...

As the clouds and mist dissipated, she was enveloped by warm spring water and saw the familiar bamboo tent, and her heart was certain.

It was approaching dawn, the sky was dark blue, and the stars were dormant.

The faint moonlight shone through the swaying pool water, and I saw myself feeling slightly tipsy and dizzy.

No... No, she should leave here.

Yu Mian followed his heart and headed towards the shore, but was confused by a mysterious sound.

"Where is Mian'er going... why are you running so fast?"

The sound was like a gentle breeze blowing through a bamboo forest, the leaves of the bamboos rustling lightly, deep and elegant, like the sound of springs.

The voice disappears with the wind, but also echoes in the ears and into the heart like a beam of light.

Yu Mian was stunned after hearing that and looked away.

As far as the eye can see, Shengqing is so close.

She has long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, full of brightness, like a fairy from this world, gentle and cool.

She didn't dare look into her eyes, for fear of being noticed for a moment her charming thoughts, so she only looked at her rosy lips.

It's like camellias blooming all over the mountains and burning half the sky.

Suddenly, I remembered the description of Sheng Qing in the book, "As luxuriant as bamboo, as elegant as pine and orchid. A unique and charming demon, unparalleled in the world."

She clearly has a face as pure and cool as an immortal, and she is truly delicate and beautiful in nature.

How could someone blend these two completely opposite temperaments into one like this? They're like the two sides of a god or a devil, one cold and merciless, the other fierce and vicious.

She was bewitched by the immortals and trapped by the devil.

No sleep for one night.

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The next day, the sun shone obliquely on Yufu Mountain, bringing warmth to this usually dark and lonely mountain.

In the Qinghe Hall, the door is tightly closed. The warm air filters through the screen windows, half-closed, and covers the quaint room, coating it with a layer of incredibly gentle gauze, as if materializing time, covering the silhouette, freezing it at this moment, and making the instant eternal.

In front of the bed, the pearlescent bed curtains fell down, revealing a thin pink quilt, bright and lovely.

Yu Mian's eyes were closed, but she had been awake for a long time. Her mind was in a mess, with countless clues popping up and disappearing, exploding in her brain. She didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

It's like a ball of yarn being played with by cats all over the house, with no end to be found.

She persuaded herself that she had promised to take responsibility, and there was nothing wrong with coming and going like this, and besides, she was asking for help from others.

If it wasn't Sheng Qing, I'm afraid there would be someone else.

Compared to others, Yu Mian was more able to accept Sheng Qing.