The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

As Dabai flew into the air, Yu Mian suddenly remembered something, touched Dabai's neck and asked, "Are you a female crane?"

The crane beneath him was speechless, trembling its wings slightly and nodding its head.

The heroine wishes all mosquitoes were male.

She remembered that the crane that was rumored to be "the most spiritual crane in three hundred years" was clearly a male crane.

Could it be that the master snatched the original number one spiritual crane, and then the second ranked male crane inherited the title of number one?

Yu Mian didn’t understand, but the increasingly dark sky made her realize that if she didn’t go back, something bad would happen.

"Hurry up, if you go back too late, you won't know that crazy... graceful and elegant master with a gentle fragrance is here~!" Yu Mian changed her words in time, her tone flattering. A familiar herbal fragrance enveloped her from behind, and her arms, as smooth as the person's body, gradually tightened around her waist and abdomen.

She secretly thought that it was fortunate that she was quick-witted and almost shouted out the word "crazy snake".

A soft and graceful voice came to her ears, "It turns out that in Mian'er's heart, your teacher is such a graceful and elegant person." She seemed to be hiding some deliberate pride, and said Yu Mian's "insincere" compliments to her word by word.

The earlobes within sight were stained red, and it was unclear whether it was caused by saying something against one's will or by being aroused by someone whispering so closely.

“But Mian’er, the scent of my master is not ink, but the scent of green medicine that masks the smell of blood.” She gently knocked her head against Yu Mian’s shoulder, who was sitting upright, and stuck close to her like a spirit snake, her tone lazy and casual.

to the opposite.

Yu Mian felt like his nerves were about to break.

Returning to each other from the relatively relaxed environment of Wenxian Mountain, it felt like a lifetime ago.

But speaking of the smell of blood, Yu Mian couldn't help but sniff it hard. It was all pleasant and soothing herbal aroma, not too strong or too weak, just right, and there was no smell of blood at all.

Sheng Qing seemed to sense his little disciple's actions and laughed softly, "If I can't even make an incense that can cover the breath of mortals, how can I be your master, you fool."

"Do you want to know what kind of smell I have? Mian'er..." The tone of her last sentence suddenly became evil, like a devilish voice that could lead people astray.

"Still... still not yet, right? Master." Yu Mian had never killed even a chicken in his previous life. The heaviest smell of blood he had ever smelled in this life was his own menstrual fluid.

Sheng Qing yawned, a little listless, and nodded his head back to Yu Mian's shoulder, saying in a calm but threatening tone: "Master, I understand. It turns out that your disciple dislikes you. For such a disobedient disciple, how about..."

"I want to know! Master, I want to know! How could I possibly dislike you!?" Yu Mian couldn't see Sheng Qing's expression, he could only guess from her tone that this despicable woman's black eyes might be flashing with murderous intent at this moment.

However, she guessed wrong.

Sheng Qing was closing his eyes at this moment, with a hint of satisfaction on the corner of his mouth after teasing his disciple, and he didn't say another word after that.

White cranes spread their wings and soared across thousands of meters of forest.

Landed steadily on the edge of the cliff.

Yu Mian was leaning on that despicable woman. She didn't dare to move, and the white crane carrying the two of them didn't dare to move either.

A moment of silence.

Yu Mian dared to pat Sheng Qing's legs as he sat sideways on the crane's back and said, "Master, we're here."

She reached out her hand and felt blood on it. The bright red blood flowed down the wound on the other person's leg like a stream and dripped onto the grass leaves, making a gentle swaying and dripping sound.

"Master?!"

Yu Mian's face showed horror. It was the first time she had seen such a bloody scene. She didn't know how badly the person behind her was injured, and he didn't say a word the whole way.

She held Shengqing's head, turned sideways, and held him in her arms. Then Dabai Fu came and took her down. She fell to the ground holding Shengqing.

She saw the source of the wounds. In addition to the legs, there was also the back. The entire brocade was soaked.

Yu Mian’s hands were shaking.

A human being can’t possibly have so much blood!

She is a demon, she should be fine...

It should be fine...

A few dozen steps behind the cliff is the back wall of the Yufu Palace, and inside are the pavilions and courtyards.

Yu Mian hugged the other person with his arms and legs, but because of his wounds he could only turn around and hug him from his back. The man didn't like to wear shoes on his long legs, so they were almost dragged on the ground.

Fortunately, it wasn’t very heavy, otherwise she would not be able to bear it.

After being carried into the Yufu Palace, he first went to his most familiar place, his own room. It was not far away. It was thought that the palace where disciples lived was specially set up on the edge of the cliff to facilitate going to the Wenxian Mountain.

On the way, Yu Mian tried to talk to the other person to see if he could stay awake!

Isn’t that how it’s played out in TV dramas?

"Master? Master, what hurt you?"

"Master, do you have any elixirs or something like that?"

"How can I save you?"

"You evil-minded snake, you bullied me like this, but I still wanted to save you. Don't scare me again in the future!"

"My legs went weak. It was such an exciting experience saving someone for the first time in my life."

She ran to her room and gently laid Shengqing down. She immediately thought of Xiaolian.

That paper maid.

Yu Mian remembered Xiaolian said other places were forbidden areas and she couldn't go there, so she usually stayed in Qinghe Hall.

She shouted at the top of her voice: "Miss Xiaolian! Where are you!"

The sky was dark and the light was a little unclear. A full moon was hanging high in the sky. Yu Mian stood in an open space in the hall and glimpsed the moonlight.

Today is fifteen.

Yu Mian was dazzled by the moonlight, and the next second, a delicate, graceful paper figurine floated before his eyes. Her sloppy figure looked even more eerie in the interlaced shadows.

Xiaolian's tone was still so gentle: "Big Sister, what happened?"

Yu Mian was so frightened that he took a step back, his heart beating wildly, but he still grabbed Xiaolian's sleeve and pulled her to his room in the next second, "Master is injured. You have lived here for a long time, do you know what to do?"

The force in his hands was very light, as if he was really pulling a lifeless paper man and running under the dim moonlight.

That cold feeling of fear pierced her heart like a needle. Yu Mian didn't have time to think about it and just dragged the other person to the door of the room.

The force on his wrist suddenly increased, and Yu Mian's fingertips loosened. He found that Miss Xiaolian was standing at the door, unwilling to go in.

It's as if there is some great horror inside.

Yu Mian said anxiously: "Miss Xiaolian, come in quickly!"

The paper figure said nothing, but her expression was gloomy, and her feet seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pounds, so she couldn't even step through the door. She said in a friendly tone: "Big Sister, the Immortal Venerable will be fine, don't worry."

"You look dirty all over. Go wash up in the spring quickly. Xiaolian will clean your clothes later." Her tone was caring for Yu Mian, who was stained with blood, and it didn't seem fake.

Yu Mian didn’t understand. Wasn’t she the snake woman’s maid?

Why don't you worry about her life or death at all?

"Miss Xiaolian, where can I go to ask someone to heal our master?" She was afraid that the man would bleed to death. If he died in his own room again, she would be really scared to death.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. The Immortal Master is one of the best alchemists in the Delusion Immortal Sect." Xiaolian's tone was a little distant. Perhaps Yu Mian asked some irrelevant questions. After bowing, she said, "If Senior Sister has nothing important to do, Xiaolian will take her leave first."

Yu Mian stretched out his hand to stop it, but he was not as fast as the paper man's elusive figure.

The entire palace was completely silent, with only the dim glow of the candlelight behind me.