The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

No, why did she start to pua herself? Yu Mian subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and slap himself to wake up from his foolish thoughts.

She is completely, totally!

Unable to accept that uncontrollable feeling, she originally thought that the so-called Shaoyin Holy Body was nothing more than the transformation of extreme Yang into Shaoyin, and at most the genius's talent was weakened.

But when it actually broke out, he found that it was not that simple. It was a physical condition similar to a poison. He was not the master of this physical condition, and was even just its puppet.

It will allow her to change her preferences while having a physical condition.

Although she was not opposed to this kind of thing.

But the difference between active and passive is huge, she can't accept herself like this. Besides, the road to immortality is long, and her future cultivation path is long and arduous.

There is no clue and no light in sight.

Yu Mian opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of the birds above the bed. There was already deathly silence inside, like the kind of deathly silence that one feels when one is about to die suddenly just before completing a game after playing it all night for seven days.

!! ?

The head next to him moved slightly, and Yu Mian instantly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

A clear and cool voice, like the sound of bells mingling, sounded softly, carrying a hint of warmth.

"Mian'er, feel it for yourself, ok?"

The tone rose, carrying a chilling chill, like an order, but also like the whispers of lovers.

Yu Mian's face suddenly turned red, she knew I was awake!

Feelings?!

Feeling inside?!

Could it be that Sheng Qing had planted something in his body? !

Poison?!

She felt her own limp body and didn't notice any bugs swimming beneath her skin.

But she still scared herself, frightened herself to the point of trembling, and threw herself under Sheng Qing's neck, begging tremblingly: "Master...Father, what's wrong with me?"

As soon as she spoke, she realized her throat was hoarse, as if her vocal cords were swollen and inflamed after crying loudly.

The corners of Sheng Qing's narrow eyes suddenly lit up with joy. Perhaps her little disciple was thinking of something. She raised her right hand and gently lifted Yu Mian's chin, pressing her thumb on her lower lip.

With a glance, he smeared the bright blood color on it.

It was a rare happy occasion, so she didn't care much about the few drops of spiritual blood. After applying lip color, she continued to paint badly on this lovely facial features.

What should I draw this time?

Seeing her moist eyes, Shengqing painted a little sheep on her face with his fingertips, and nodded with satisfaction when he looked at his own painting.

"Master wants you to look inside your soul, silly." With the last stroke, she tapped Yu Mian's brows and gave her a gentle hint.

Yu Mian was stunned. She felt an inexplicable feeling in her body towards Sheng Qing. She didn't know if it was fear or some other emotion.

When looking at her, one can't help but feel a little frozen and not daring to move.

She instantly recalled the scene from last night, and her mind went blank for a few seconds.

After analyzing what Sheng Qing said, I looked inside my soul...

Late stage of foundation building.

She suspected that she had seen it wrong, and looked at it several times, and it was all in the late stage of foundation building.

?

This is... the top-level Shaoyin Holy Body?

Yu Mian opened her eyes wide and pursed her lips subconsciously. The green medicine filled her lips and teeth. She spoke again: "Foundation building...late stage."

The throat that I thought was still a little hoarse and sore had now recovered about 80% and it was the girl's soft voice, with a hint of tenderness.

Hearing this, Sheng Qing's eyes flashed darkly.

Yu Mian's alarm bells rang loudly, and he moved towards the bed like a seal, "Master...you...you should not be impulsive!"

"Ho..."

Her elbows went limp and her body fell onto the bed. This was too much.

Seeing this, Sheng Qing rarely did not reach out to pull the person over immediately, but struggled with himself, whether to care about his disciple's physical discomfort, or...

The bottom of his eyes flickered, and finally he narrowed his eyes and glanced at Yu Mian with a knife-like look, "You haven't practiced the method of strengthening your body well enough. I will teach you in person in the future."

After saying that, he pulled Yu Mian to his side with one hand.

Yu Mian was so frightened that his body trembled.

No!

"what…!"

She cried out in pain from the force on her waist, as if she had been hit by a hammer.

"...It hurts, it hurts!"

"I think it would be nice to just take a break!"

"Really!" Yu Mian quickly opened his mouth and tried to negotiate with the tyrant, but in return he was rubbed with even greater force.

Massage after soreness is like an athlete scraping his fascia with a fascia knife.

Yu Mian felt like he was the stuffed meat on the chopping board waiting to be put into the pot, being cut into pieces, beaten, and marinated with cooking wine and starch...

"Does it hurt so much?" Sheng Qing tilted his neck to reveal the dark purple teeth marks on the broken skin, and smiled a little coldly.

Yu Mian immediately turned his head away and said, I’m not!

I don't!

That wasn't me!

Some things can be admitted, but some must be denied to the death!

"hiss…"

It is really unbearable. This is simply the eleventh most cruel torture in the Qing Dynasty.

"Ah... Master... I was wrong..." Yu Songsong was finally defeated.

"What's wrong?"