The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The confusion in Shengqing's eyes disappeared in an instant, and turned into a deep, dark light that would swallow people like a whirlpool, leaving no trace.

She touched her little face which had been smoothed up again with the jade cream, and asked with a slightly sad tone, "Don't you want to spend more time with your lonely master?"

She has always been sharp, even a little overbearing. If she can't answer a question, she will just skip it. She doesn't like the feeling of not being controlled.

Even if you are just chatting, you must take the initiative.

Yu Mian was stunned by her question. The doubts that just appeared in his mind were instantly suppressed. There were only boiling bubbles rolling in his mind, and his cheeks were slightly red.

In fact, she wanted to stay with Shengqing for a while longer.

Cultivating immortals is not an easy task. Just after one year of cultivation in the wrong time place, she felt like she was almost going crazy, and even started talking to herself in the later period.

If it weren't for the golden-armored puppet accompanying him and the faith in his heart, he would have been sure that he could leave.

Otherwise, most people would probably have a mental breakdown. 350 days, hours, minutes of dusk that never rises and never falls.

There was no tool to time it, only three light but extremely difficult tasks that required a lot of time to practice.

Yu Mian felt that perhaps she was just an ordinary person who was lucky enough to have the physique for cultivation. If her aptitude was just average, she might have stopped at the foundation-building stage in her life.

Because the long time that goes on, most of which is spent alone hunching over, is simply unimaginable.

Just as ants cannot imagine humans, immortal cultivators and humans cannot be considered the same kind of life.

"I thought..." Her voice was a little low, and it sounded like she blurted it out unconsciously.

Yu Mian responded truthfully. She wanted to see Sheng Qing, wanted to look at her intently, and wanted to draw some energy from her to fill her heart.

But she reminded herself again and again that Shengqing was a poison wrapped in sour candy, which was both sour and sweet, and a deadly poison that would rip her intestines apart.

Facing a love object of great power and status, could she guarantee that her love would not be accompanied by the natural reverence for an unknown and mysterious god?

This kind of joy, morbid, twisted, and difficult to get rid of, is a dimensionality-reducing blow to her.

She should break free, because once she is trapped, there is no way out.

“… Shengqing, I feel like I can’t live without you.” Yu Mian was like a despicable believer, confessing her sins to her god. She did not ask for forgiveness, but only hoped to be overthrown under His hands.

She lowered her head on her own initiative to avoid Shengqing's gaze.

Therefore, she did not see the scarlet light flashing across the eyes of the "evil god". She had captured and her most beloved believer, and he finally offered up his soul.

Sheng Qing's disguised gentleness and complacency instantly shattered when she heard this. A strong greedy evil desire enveloped her, and her red lips curled up into a smile as bright and charming as Lycoris radiata.

"What did Mian'er say?" She gently stroked Yu Mian's head with her five fingers, and curled her eyes slightly, wanting to hear Yu Mian's dependence on her again to satisfy the greed of her soul.

Yu Mian didn't believe that the other party didn't hear clearly. She was just a bad-tempered person. She had satisfied her so many times, and this time was not much more: "Shengqing, I said, I can't leave you. I told you because I don't want to really indulge in it. Can you keep your distance from me?"

Sheng Qing's eye feathers trembled slightly. She had finally managed to hatch the wooden egg and get it to make some movement. There was no way she could stop.

She reached out and gently clamped Yu Mian's chin, lifted his head up, smiled gently and said, "It's impossible, Mian'er, the master said that I will never let you go for the rest of my life."

Yu Mian shuddered. She didn’t understand. If he wasn’t tempted, why did he want to possess her? Did he regard her as an exquisite object?

Her magical brain circuit was stuck, and she asked a question that made her want to slap herself even when she thought about it hundreds of years later, "Do you want to keep me as a treasure for the future master-disciple relationship?"

In short, do you want to treat me as part of your play?

The smile on Sheng Qing's lips froze, and she didn't come back to her senses for two whole breaths. What did Yu Mian mean? Aren't there just two of them, her and herself, as master and disciple?

She asked, "What do you mean?"

Yu Mian explained in a very low voice that she had advised Sheng Qing not to let love turn into hate and engage in a master-disciple relationship, but Sheng Qing refused to listen and even said that he would trap the person by his side even if he had to pinch Huang Quan's body.

Hearing this, Sheng Qing laughed so hard for the first time in his 1,300 years. In order to avoid having his ugly face seen, he turned into a black snake as thick as his thigh and tied up Yu Mian and laughed.

"...Mian'er...Mian'er, what do you want your master to say about you? Has your head been attacked too many times by the golden armor puppets..." Sheng Qing poked Yu Mian's forehead with the tip of his snake tail, and then said: "...Why do you think so interestingly?"

Yu Mian's face turned red. What did that mean? Wasn't she one of those mentor-disciple types?

"Master, what is the grudge between you and your great-grandmaster?" Yu Mian finally mustered up the courage to ask. In the past, whenever Sheng Qing came up with matters related to his great-grandmaster, he would always become somewhat gloomy and cold, so she did not dare to ask in detail.

After all, if he gets angry, he will die in Shekou and no medicine can save him.

Sheng Qing laughed enough, and then transformed into a half-human, half-snake body, leaning against the bed, with a trace of struggle, hesitation, and strong hatred on his face. Finally, a trace of reminiscence of the past appeared in his eyes and he said:

"Do you know why my name is Shengqing?"

Yu Mian knew that Shengqing was the name of a kind of good snake, but he had never thought about why it was named Shengqing.

"I don't know."

"Among snakes, the only kind one is Shengqing. His blood and flesh can be used as magical medicine to heal hundreds of injuries. You should be well aware of this." Shengqing was referring to the several times he used his spiritual blood to heal injuries.

Yu Mian nodded in affirmation.

"The universe has its own balance. The rise and fall of tribes follows the ebb and flow of the tide. The smaller the number of tribes, the more luck their descendants will share. Therefore, the lone beast is the most respected and gathers the luck of the entire tribe. If it does not prosper, it will perish."

"Master, I am the last lone beast of the Shengqing clan. From now on, there will be no Shengqing anywhere in the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth." Shengqing calmly recounted the tragic story of his entire clan's demise.

Yu Mian listened in a daze, and a horrifying thought arose in his mind: Could it be that the Shengqing clan was destroyed by the master?

No wonder she had to be pulled out of the Netherworld and killed again and again, without even a trace of her soul left.

If he were to feel such overwhelming hatred, Yu Mian would probably be even more gloomy and crazy than Sheng Qing.

Sheng Qing's eyes were calm, and he curled his lips indifferently: "Mian'er, do you think that my teacher's entire family was destroyed by my teacher?"

"No, it was the Demon Lord who did it. I was originally the great medicine that the Demon Lord used to restore his strength when he entered the world. It was your master who brought me back."

"At that time, I was filled with hatred and practiced hard, just to kill my enemy one day."

"The three hundred years since the Yufushan Seven-character Poems became famous were the few happy days for me as a teacher. Although I was naughty, I still respected my teacher."