The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Sheng Qing gently picked up the drunk Yu Mian horizontally, as if she was holding a soft pillow. She turned to nod at Feng Ling, then turned and left.

Slightly tipsy Feng Ling put the cup down from his lips, flicked it lightly with his fingertips, and looked indifferently at the direction the two people left.

Then he lowered his eyes, transformed into a green-feathered phoenix, and flew nimbly to the branch of the phoenix tree, which had claw marks on it from years of holding on to it.

She looked at the air beside her and whispered softly, "Junior Sister Yun Que, if I hadn't escaped back then, would the ending have been different?"

After she asked, she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

On the branch next to her whispering, a pair of footprints, one inch smaller than hers, grew on the branch.

Pain is the fertilizer that promotes growth. Among the several people present, perhaps only the little white tiger sleeping happily with its belly open under the stone table is truly carefree.

Miao Jun chuckled, pounced forward with his tiger claws, and murmured, "Spiritual stones... mine... all mine."

*

Yufu Mountain, Qinghe Hall.

The beaded curtains hung down, making soft rustling sounds, the bedding on the bed rose and fell slightly, and the gentle breathing floated up and down slightly.

There was a sound of the cup being put down gently. Sheng Qing turned the slightly cold cup, then put it away and drank directly from the wine jug.

She looked at the sleeping girl behind the bed curtain with unclear eyes, and there seemed to be resentment and sinisterness in her eyes.

She could trap Yu Mian's body and soul tightly by her side, but she was not satisfied with just this. In fact, the Yu Mian trapped by her side was not the energetic little heater that she liked.

Her heater went out.

Sheng Qing seldom encountered difficulties. Even if someone died, she could consult ancient books and go to the underworld to find a way to be reborn.

As long as she is given time, she can still achieve her goal.

But now I have no idea at all.

Even my own emotions were a little confused and out of control. This shouldn't be like this.

She shouldn't be influenced by external things.

Sheng Qing took a sip of Hundred Flowers Wine, slowly stood up and walked towards the bed, with bloodshot eyes. If this was the root cause, would he not be entangled by these chaotic emotions?

The smell of alcohol overwhelmed his rationality, and the primitive animal nature hidden in his body subconsciously analyzed the most pros and cons of the method, and the long claws on his fingertips stretched out.

I leaned forward gently, the pearl curtain broke, and the pipa sounded.

The silence in the room was broken. Yu Mian frowned and gently opened his eyes. Without looking at Qing Shengqing's expression, he only said in a hoarse voice: "...Master?"

The long claws were retracted in an instant, so fast that they were invisible to the naked eye. Yu Mian's eyelids drooped, and he thought he was just dreaming, so he fell asleep again.

This is what happens when you are drunk. Alcohol excites specific areas of the brain, causing you to sleep restlessly but feel very sleepy.

She slept very badly, even worse than when she was held in Shengqing's arms. She felt like she was between wakefulness and sleep, unable to find an anchor.

Outside the beaded curtain, Shengqing's eyes flashed with fear. He looked at his fingertips and clenched them silently.

Sure enough, alcohol can harm people.

She waved her hand to get rid of the smell of alcohol, regaining her usual calmness and composure. She got on the bed and leaned gently against Yu Mian, but she didn't dare to hug him again.

She was afraid that she would hurt Yu Mian in her sleep.

The animality of wild beasts is their instinct for survival. They rely on their animality to fight with the enemy for victory, to alert themselves in danger to avoid harm, and to remind themselves to stimulate their ferocity in comfort so as to be on guard at all times.

Sheng Qing used to be the king who fought against thousands of beasts, but he fell for the first time on the soft body.

She didn't want to get up, and even thought that it might not be a bad thing to continue indulging herself like this.

Yu Mian frowned. In the bizarre dream, he saw the little self in the past, resisting the harm from the outside world.

From a third-person perspective, she saw herself at the age of four. After being abandoned in an orphanage, she tried her best to act like a good child in order to be adopted.

It's a pity that she's not obedient enough, not good at pretending enough, and she's not likable enough...

Until she was six years old, she was taken away by a couple and brought to her new home.

Yu Mian followed the couple closely. It seemed that because of her powerful spiritual awareness, she finally heard the words that she could never understand when she was a child.

"The master said that this child was born with a brother..."

: "No matter if it's useful or not, it looks obedient, so just keep it..."

She stood there blankly, her head seemed to be struck by a loud bang, she knew clearly that all this was just an illusion, a familiar yet unfamiliar family who treated each other with respect.

But I still feel a little sad...

She bent down, hugged her younger self, and encouraged her with a smile, "Mianmian, you are great. You will study hard in the future and go to an undergraduate college far away from home..."

"I will also keep a cute pet snake, find a 9-to-5 job with odd and even weeks, and save a five-digit deposit..."

"Then…"

……

Yu Mian suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of the bed, the scent of green medicine lingering at his nose, and the obvious smell of alcohol on his body.

She adjusted her breathing and then crawled up to sit up. She saw that Shengqing, for the first time today, did not hold her while sleeping. Instead, he lay beside her properly, just next to her.

She looked at Shengqing's sleeping face. A strand of hair hung on the tip of her nose, disturbed by her sitting up just now.

It looked itchy, so Yu Mian rubbed his hands and wanted to go up and brush it away.

He met those clear and bright eyes. Shengqing's eyes were calm and steady. He didn't look like he was asleep at all.

She curled her lips slightly, closed her eyes, and said in a clear voice, "Mian'er, continue..."

Yu Mian had no choice but to quickly reach up and use his little finger to move the hair away. "Master, thank you for bringing me back."

She didn't expect that the wine, which didn't taste too irritating to her throat, was actually so strong that it made her so dizzy that she couldn't force the alcohol out of her body.

"If I don't take you home, will Mian'er use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a home?" Sheng Qing yawned lightly. He couldn't sleep well without holding Yu Mian.

Shouldn't this tactless boy rush over and hug his teacher?

She narrowed her eyes, with a hint of moisture at the corners of her eyes.

“Master is here…” Yu Mian subconsciously started to act like a spoiled child, trying to get away with it, but then she realized her incredibly smooth movements.

Really, he has become arrogant because of his favor.

In her dream, she also met Sheng Qing, but she was not the scoundrel woman with a sharp tongue and a dark heart beside her, but the villain in the story who would pop up from time to time, disrupt the protagonist's situation, and then escape unscathed.

Towards the end of the story, she even became somewhat paranoid and crazy, and anyone who stood in her way of completing her revenge, except the protagonists, became a dead soul under her.

She went forward to stop Sheng Qing, who was covered in blood and raised his magic sword to commit suicide.

The result was a glance from her cold eyes, and a scarlet claw pierced her heart.