The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Until the sound of flowing water turned into the sound of rain, bursting in her ears, she opened her eyes and found herself standing in a strange world.

The strange iron magic weapons were moving along the ground. No spiritual light was emitted from the vertical iron rods. The blood on the bodies flowed into the cracks in the ground little by little along with the rain and dew.

It was freezing cold, and her torso was stiff and aching. She didn't know where she was. Could this be the end of the underworld?

I don’t even know where the so-called glimmer of hope is.

She was a bit of scarlet that didn't fit in with everything that was strange to her.

The spirit will dissipate and life will return to the southwest.

Looking up at the sky, it is difficult to find peace for the soul.

Until a girl holding a black umbrella passed by. She had thin lips and peach blossom eyes. Her eyeballs were dark and indifferent, and there was blue under her eyes. She looked listless.

But after getting closer, he hesitated for a few seconds, raised his eyes through the black frame inlaid with colored glass in front of him, and fell on himself.

Shengqing couldn't understand the look in her eyes, nor did he want to understand.

But I didn't expect that she would dare to come up to me, hand the black umbrella to me, make sure she held it tightly, and then turn around and run without hesitation like a frightened deer.

The footsteps splashed in the mud, and the sound disappeared not far away.

The trace of warmth left by the other person on the back of her hand was like ginger tea on a cold night, gathering her almost scattered soul. The strong yang energy was dissipating without limit.

That little girl is dying...

Sheng Qing glanced at the umbrella in his hand, and finally slowly turned around with the umbrella, following her breath and silently following her steps.

Her body turned into a shadow and disappeared into that small space. She was seen opening and closing the door. She leaned her body against the door and patted her chest, then entered a small room to wash.

That pure yang energy made her feel extremely comfortable. Sheng Qing couldn't help but follow her and watched her open the strange iron plate, on which text and images were reflected, just like a jade communication stone.

She half-covered her and embraced her, absorbing the escaping Yang Qi, resting her chin on the warm shoulder, her eyes unconsciously looking at the board in front of her. The story on it was extremely beautiful. She never thought that she was still a lustful little girl.

Shengqing originally just wanted to hug for a while and then leave, but once he got close to her, he didn't want to get up.

To repay the kindness of this umbrella.

Just give her a chance.

Although I didn't find the so-called savior, it can be considered as a way of repaying the favor.

Before she was attacked by Zhiyang's body and lost consciousness with Dawn in an instant, Shengqing stuffed the story of his own world into her mind in a form that the little girl liked, embracing her soul.

Brought back to the Demon Realm.

Above the blood pool, a clear soul in pajamas suddenly appeared, panicked and stiff. Sheng Qing opened his eyes, but he never thought that time had gone back to the time before he committed suicide.

It seems that the reincarnation formation is really effective.

Can one more adjustment and attempt turn the tide?

The dark aura in her eyes suddenly became powerful and lively, and her face showed a rare gloomy excitement. She caught a glimpse of the little soul she brought with her, and a rare tenderness flashed across her eyes.

Don't be afraid, I will take you back to the time when everything didn't start.

You will survive, and so will I, hahahahaha...!

He grabbed the fragile soul, and the devil sword filled with a strong bloody aura pierced through his body.

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……

The memories came to an abrupt end, and Shengqing's eyes fell on the little disciple who looked like a jade boy.

Her soul had just been reorganized and she was not yet sober.

At this moment, her memories gradually came together, and she finally remembered the other person's identity - the little girl who gave her an umbrella.

It turns out that I met the so-called savior at first sight?

His gaze fell on Yu Mian's claws that were still holding Wang Zhi's wrist, and it felt even more irritating. He just wanted to grab the person into his arms and have him go nowhere.

This is the doll she brought back after walking thousands of steps against the current of the Yellow Springs River. What's the point of holding someone else's hand?

Yu Mian stood there sadly. The gaze that pierced her like a thorn in her back made her subconsciously glance sideways, and she met Sheng Qing's strange possessive eyes.

Subconsciously, he took a small step towards Wang Zhi.

In front of him, after Gu Ruci finished speaking what he had gained, his silver hair gradually lost its luster and became extremely withered. His face looked aged and he looked like a sciatica.

Yu Mian took light steps to support the senior sister, but was stopped by Sheng Qing. His strange, intense gaze fell on Yu Mian.

He uttered a rare soft voice: "I came back to save her, leave..."

"Can we really save the senior sister?" Hope flashed across Yu Mian's eyes when he heard that. No matter whether this was in his past life or this life, Sheng Qing was Sheng Qing and he would never say anything that he was not sure of.

She took three steps back, performed a standard Taoist salute, and said with a serious face: "Please save Senior Sister!"

Sheng Qing's expression, which had been a little bit gentler, became even colder because of the word "you". He clearly wanted to speak to her gently, but he couldn't help but said unhappily, "When did this senior sister become yours?"

Yu Mian opened his mouth slightly and finally closed it.

Wang Zhi beside him asked suspiciously, "Little disciple, why don't you even recognize your wife?"

“No…no…” Yu Mian quickly pulled Wang Zhi’s sleeve, pulled him away, and denied it in a whisper.

Wang Zhi looked at each other and thought that the couple was having a quarrel. He shook his head and stepped back to see how Sheng Qing would handle it and whether he could help.

Sheng Qing frowned fiercely, followed by an extremely complex emotion, including joy, anger, resentment and even jealousy!

What daughter-in-law?!

The little girl is 'his' Taoist partner? !

She felt a sour pain in her heart as if she was pierced by a magic sword, but there was also a strange joy that strangely pulled at her nerves.

He looked back at Yu Mian, his expression was still cold, but his eyes contained a strong paranoia. That should be hers!

He turned around and waved his hand to release the materials he had collected over thousands of years. Two other clones appeared, one of which wore a half-golden phoenix mask.

The three of them formed a triangle and surrounded Gu Ruci, directly blocking the scattered soul, condensing it into a physical form, and began to refine the body bit by bit according to the physical form.

One by one, priceless elixirs were put in, combined with cinnabar and Tai Sui spirit flesh, and the spirit embryo was molded.

In my previous life, I spent these materials on resurrecting my master. Now, it seems that what is in front of us is worth cherishing. The past cannot be retrieved.

And she tried, but couldn't break the damn Seven Star Fate Formation.

He put the elixir in his hand into it little by little, and suddenly his right hand felt empty. The jade box that originally contained the Liuyang Grass was empty.

Shengqing's eyes were filled with panic for a moment.

He sniffed lightly and suddenly turned to look at Yu Mian. She had that scent on her, and it seemed that it was used on her, which was a practical use.

But... Senior Sister.

Is it really fate...

Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked at the skinny Gu Ruci. Her fingertips began to tremble a little and her back trembled as if it was broken by a stick.

"Miao Jun from Fuyao Mountain, seeking to see Venerable Zhaixing!" A childish young man appeared, and a fat silver-haired tiger slammed headfirst into the barrier of the formation outside the door.

The jade box in her mouth broke apart, and a familiar pure yang aura instantly attracted Sheng Qing's attention. Her eyes flashed, and she grabbed it and put it into refining.

Miao Jun was confused and the food in his mouth disappeared. He looked into the formation but could not see anything clearly.

Was this a response to his request?

His senior brothers and sisters treated him so well. Now that there is no master in Fuyao Mountain, half of the people have been sent to other areas for support, and many soul lamps have been extinguished.

A few days ago, Senior Brother Qingxuzi also said goodbye to him and asked him to guard the mountain gate.

Uh...

He didn't want his senior brothers and sisters to leave.

After begging his mother for a long time, he finally managed to steal the last Six Yang Grass. This grass is related to the final bloodline inheritance of the Six Yang True Spirit Tiger Clan, and is the most precious treasure of their clan.

He wanted to use this in exchange for his seniors not being sent out.