The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Glancing sideways, the evil spirits around him were no longer able to possess a form, but had shattered into flocs of evil thoughts.

Instead, it was a wisp of mist with one or two or three streaks of mist that I wasn't sure if they were eyes.

"How do you get to the second floor from the first floor?" Yu Mian didn't see clearly how Sheng Qing did it, as he changed directions in just a moment.

Shengqing: “It’s very simple.”

"Simple?"

"As long as all the demon souls on the first floor are killed, the passage to the second floor will open automatically." The Qingming Yen Fire on Shengqing's fingertips swayed, as if he agreed with what his master said, and was quite proud of what he had done.

The contracted spirit creature can sense the emotions of the owner and express those emotions indirectly, which is why the creature takes on the form of the owner.

Just like Yu Mian’s Glazed Pure Lotus is a fat and cowardly lotus fire seat.

Yu Mian pulled the corner of his mouth and gave a forced smile, "So that means we have to kill our way through the nine-story Demon Suppression Tower?"

"How many of these have been accumulated over thousands of years?" She didn't even dare to think about it. After all, the space in here seemed to have no boundaries and was pitch black.

"Not much. The Demon Suppressing Tower has a function of both suppression and purification. The longer the demon souls are imprisoned, the weaker they become. Every thousand years, monks will be sent in to clean them out." Sheng Qing spoke in a serious tone, but his hands were unceremoniously holding Yu Mian's small waist. His cool and soft fingertips penetrated the robes and touched the body, seemingly teasing, but also as if they were simply resting on the waist.

Yu Mian took a half step back awkwardly, clasped Sheng Qing’s hand with his five fingers, and took it away, “You can talk, but don’t touch me!”

Sheng Qing innocently drooped his brows for a moment, looked at the hand that was held by Yu Mian, and said with a little grievance: "Isn't it Mian'er who is holding on tightly?"

Yu Mian gritted his teeth and dropped Sheng Qing's hand, "Yes, I don't have a hold on you now..."

"Mian'er, are you...going to break up with me?" Sheng Qing's pupils flickered, and in the dim light he could only see the reflected firelight, as if he had been hit hard and was quite injured.

"Bah, what nonsense are you talking about..." Yu Mian immediately took his hand back into his arms, as if he was warming Sheng Qing's hands, and prayed to him, "Take care."

"You did it on purpose, and I know it, but I still have to obey you." She complained helplessly, but she was not very angry. Snake women need to be coaxed, and it is not a big deal to obey her and give in.

Sheng Qing bent his five fingers slightly, clasped her five fingers, and said seriously: "Just touching it can't quench your thirst. Do you understand, Mian'er?"

In the dim light, the pair of dark pupils were like a wild beast from the abyss, about to break out of its prison. Every inch of her flesh, blood, and soul was clamoring to eat her, eat her...

She has been very patient.

Almost salivating.

Yu Mian's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he actually felt a strange excitement. He was loved unconditionally and even morbidly, without a single gap.

She must be sick.

The hot blood in the chest is transmitted to the limbs faster, even the palms become warm, which makes the contact with the cold palms, creating a stark difference between hot and cold.

"I roughly understand." Yu Mian shook his hand back solemnly, then pursed his lips and smiled.

"This second floor is left for me, right?" She didn't need to guess, she knew the purpose of the other party's detailed explanation.

Shengqing rarely talks nonsense except when teasing himself.

Even rarely speaks.

"Um…"

Sheng Qing restrained his bestiality, put on his usual mask, and responded softly with his eyebrows slightly raised.

"I will not appear before this layer is cleared, so why don't you hold me a few more times?" She opened her arms slightly, waiting for the chick to fall into the trap, her eyes flying, like a demon, not a fairy.

When Yu Mian heard that she would not show up, he quickly hugged her, buried her in his arms, and let the fragrance of the green medicine surround her.

"Shengqing...wait for me!" Yu Mian hugged him tightly, but in order not to linger, they separated immediately, took out his spear and turned around.

The figure of Sheng Qing behind him gradually faded away and disappeared from the eyes of Mohun and Yumian.

Without that pressure, the demonic spirits that were originally hesitant and fearful around them suddenly pounced on him with their fangs and claws bared.

They haven't smelled such fresh flesh and blood for many years. The temptation is extremely great to see such warm flesh with blood flowing in front of them.

Mine, mine, mine!!!

Countless demonic souls followed the breath and, like tadpoles in a pond, instantly scrambled for the fallen food crumbs.

It smells so sweet just by itself, and will definitely fill your mouth with fragrance!

The surroundings suddenly became dark, like an abyss. There was no sense of direction at all, and a pair of eyes were completely blocked.

Yu Mian used his pupil technique to barely see the scene half a meter in front of him, and swept his gun across.

When enemies come like a tide, you can almost forget about all the moves.

Just remember one thing, kill...

Her mind was like a leak, instantly filled with thousands of thoughts, like a conference hall where everyone was giving speeches with their own opinions.

Noisy and chaotic.

His bright eyes were scarlet due to the splitting headache, and his appearance was no different from that of a demon.

The devil soul penetrated into her seven orifices and spread out little by little from under her skin, blossoming into dark devil soul flowers that crawled all over her face.

This feeling was very wonderful, the illusion of being possessed by a demon made Yu Mian strangely enjoy the thrill of fighting.

She felt like she wanted to fight to death...

Her soul was like a windbreaker torn into holes, and countless demonic souls whizzed through the holes and pierced her.

She looked at herself fighting madly from a God's perspective, and actually wanted to immerse herself in it, forever and ever, enjoying this bliss.

Good... Happy...

Her eyes were already bloodshot, and her aura was approaching that of the monster. Her movements became more and more brutal. The pitch-black gun pierced through several demon souls, pinning them down and absorbing them directly.

On the brink of demonization.

Sheng Qing watched Mian'er in the dark, admiring her art of killing. She was the strong man who was on the road to success that she had cultivated.

The fact that he has been able to persist for so long and has not shown any signs of stopping is a testament to his true demonic nature, which shows that his mind is indeed clear and bright and not easily infected.

My backup plan may not be useful.

……

This seemingly endless battle lasted for three hours. The smell of her blood attracted evil spirits from all directions, and they all rushed towards her.

This is like a container that can never be filled. Every inch of her meridians has been strengthened by the blood essence with the fragrance of green medicine. Her body, which was forged by the divine thunder that was struck several times, has a widened spiritual palace...

She was like a bottomless cup, taking in the thick ink bit by bit but it had not yet overflowed.

In his soul, he took a look with a feeling of neither sadness nor joy, and his consciousness that was about to break.

The spiritual fire in her body blossomed into lotus petals, and she used her body as a furnace to forge thousands of demon souls.

The pain reached its extreme point, forming a state of dullness and numbness. Yu Mian could no longer feel many of his five senses, but he seemed to have sensed a hint of transcendence.

Feel those struggling and painful emotions, and force out a smile calmly.