The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The disciple stood there obediently, like a well-behaved porcelain doll. His eyes could not see clearly, but he could track his figure by the color of his clothes.

In the vast red and black purgatory-like area, her white dress was like a glimmer of light, brightly catching Yu Mian's attention.

Such attention filled her heart with endless satisfaction, counteracting the hatred and stabilizing her emotions a little.

Sheng Qing was gently shaving the head in his hand. The flesh and blood peeled off and fell to the ground, turning into mud.

He is too noisy and will scare Mian'er.

Therefore, Sheng Qing removed his throat early and placed it under the Qingming Karma Fire to refine the oil.

The flesh on his body was restored again and again, and then peeled off again and again...

The pain we have suffered should be repaid a hundredfold or a thousandfold to vent even a little bit of the hatred.

His mouth opened and closed, and even from the shape of his lips it was impossible to tell what he was shouting.

But of course we can guess that he is shouting silently,

"Kill! Me!!!"

When she lost her sight and hearing, the passage of time became a little blurry. Yu Mian grabbed the hem of her skirt with her fingertips at her side, and played for a long time. How many times did she wrap her fingertips around the rope around her waist?

Is it three thousand times?

Or tens of thousands of times?

What is Shengqing doing...

She must be seeking revenge, but what means will she use?

Based on his own idea of ​​the enemy, Yu Mian guessed that he should cut the opponent's throat with a knife, watch him slowly die, and then extract his soul and put it under the spiritual fire?

Or should we let him kowtow and repent again and again, and finally chop off his head, extract his soul and light a lamp?

The more she thought about it, the more cruel it seemed. Finally, she quickly interrupted her own unreasonable associations, took a half step back with her nose twitching slightly, and a strong smell of blood came.

She subconsciously took a half step back and pounced towards the not-quite-white figure in front of her. Even though the ground under her feet was not flat, she didn't care whether she would fall or not.

After throwing herself into Shengqing's arms, she thought that she might not be in a good mood, so she just called out softly, "I've been waiting for a long time, let's go back..."

"it is good…"

Sheng Qing spoke in a hoarse voice, his scarlet eyes still trembling slightly, a little numb, and the false smile on his face finally shattered, turning into an extremely indifferent face.

The red color of his hands dyed the cuffs a bright red, which spread to his forearms like a gradient color.

She subconsciously opened her arms, and after catching her disciple, for the first time she did not hug him back, but stood there quietly.

Yu Mian wanted to tear the gauze away from his eyes, but Sheng Qing stepped forward and refused.

"Don't…"

"My teacher doesn't look good right now." Her hatred was hard to dispel, and her inner demons were playing tricks on her. Black snake scales were outlined around her eyebrows and eyes, and her sharp fangs were sticking out.

Yu Mian didn't listen to her anymore. Sheng Qing's tone sounded wrong. She couldn't just stand there like a piece of wood.

He raised his hand and pulled off the moon veil, and what came into view was her current appearance. Behind her, flesh and blood had piled up to form a small mountain, and the blood spread out, condensing into a small lake around it.

Shengqing's skirt was all red and dirty...

It was clearly a cold and ruthless expression, but Yu Mian saw something in it. She would never have thought that she would see a sense of brokenness on Sheng Qing's face.

His eyes were staring at him intently yet unfocused, so carefully and unwaveringly.

Yet it seemed isolated from the world, frozen in ice.

Even if you take revenge, you can never get back what you lost.

It is just an explanation to my past self. From now on, my long life will still be shrouded in the dark clouds where the sun cannot reach, and I will walk alone and hunched over.

"Sheng Qing?"

Yu Mian's pupils narrowed slightly, and then his heart suddenly ached. Following his own heart, he raised his sleeves and gently wiped the blood spots on Sheng Qing's face.

Then he covered her face with his warm five fingers to warm it up a little, then stood on tiptoes and kissed her gently.

This was the first time she took the lead in a kiss. She pried open her red lips a little awkwardly and licked her fangs with the tip of her tongue like a cautious dog.

He put his arms around her neck, climbed up Sheng Qing's body gently, and warmed her heart with his body temperature.

"Nonsense...you are obviously the most beautiful..." Yu Mian hung on Sheng Qing's neck, breathing softly, with her red face pressed against the cool face.

The layer of ice mirror in Shengqing's eyes seemed to crack, and shattered in the next second, turning into countless fragments and disappearing.

"Mian'er..."

She sighed, as if all the sorrows were gone, and the illness that had been weighing on her for a thousand years finally saw the light of day.

Under the scorching sun, it was burned and white smoke came out...

"I am here."

"Is it really...that beautiful?" Sheng Qing asked softly, his voice warmed up a little bit, with the last syllable rising.

Yu Mian didn’t hear it, or maybe she did, but the snake in her arms was born to be coaxed, so it was only right to spend a few words to coax her.

"It's beautiful. Our Huaici Immortal Venerable is 'as elegant as bamboo and pine and orchid. He is unique and charming, unparalleled in the world.'" Yu Mian repeated the description of Sheng Qing in the book.

After thinking for a while, he continued, "In my life, you are as beautiful as a Rhodes rose, with thorns all over the plant, and even the curled edges of the petals have soft tips. When in full bloom, each of the wavy petals is so extreme and decadent."

"It's so beautiful that my heart trembles..."

That was the flower that Yu Mian liked. He liked its sharpness, its unbridledness, its fluttering, and he liked the softness of the tips of its petals even more.

The corners of Shengqing's mouth, which originally contained a faint smile, slowly curled up as his disciple praised him, and the coldness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows gradually softened.

"Very chatty~"

"Teacher loves to hear that. Please praise me more in the future, but don't praise me too much." She made hand gestures to clean her hands, then hugged Yu Mian back and held her tightly.

Yu Mian’s eyebrows jumped. He praised her every day, and couldn’t he repeat it?

Wouldn't that require racking one's brains?!

“…I didn’t agree to this!” She added hastily, fearing that she would be signing an unequal treaty. If she forgot to flatter him in the future, she might be caught by the pigtails and criticized for something.

Sheng Qing slapped the undulations with his five fingers, and his beautiful eyes flashed with anger, "Slippery."

"Then let's go back quickly. What if our senior brothers and sisters wake up and find that we are gone?" Yu Mian subconsciously changed the subject. If the conversation continued, he was afraid that he would fall into the language trap again and would not be able to escape.

Sheng Qing acquiesced and withdrew the domain with a wave of his hand. Thousands of feet in the sky, a cold wind was howling, and Yu Mian's eyes were blown dry.

The next second, a familiar scene appeared before my eyes; it was the spirit ship.

Just after she landed on the splint, she was rolled up around the waist and heard Shengqing's whisper in her ears.

"Should we settle the debt from the Lantern Festival?"