The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Rebuilding the spiritual body would take a lot of time and energy even for Sheng Qing. After the Liuyang Grass was added, her eyes became cold and she raised her hand to seal off a small area of ​​space, isolating herself from all outsiders.

Yu Mian and Wang Zhi were excluded, and they both glanced sideways at the same time and saw the white tiger.

Miao Jun was crawling on all fours with his big head pressed against the ground, looking like he was waiting to be met.

Maorong's ears perked up for a moment, and he heard the voice beside him, and looked up: "Deskmate?!"

"Miao Jun!" Yu Mian called at the same time.

Then he glanced at the little kid beside him. Unexpectedly, he saw the sect master. He immediately turned around and bowed to Wang Zhi, "Greetings, sect master!"

Wang Zhi nodded and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I would like to ask Venerable Zhaixing, can you make a decision for the disciples of Fuyao Mountain..." He transformed back into human form. The little boy who was originally only as tall as Yu Mian's shoulders seemed to have grown taller and turned into a handsome boy of about thirteen or fourteen.

When a spirit beast experiences mental growth, its illusory body will also grow.

It was clear that a few months ago, he was a fair and tender little girl over 1.2 meters tall, but now he is taller and thinner.

The pair of round tiger eyes drooped slightly, bright and pure, but the voice was still androgynous and sounded a little delicate, "…There is no Venerable sitting in Fuyao Mountain, including my original 105 disciples, more than a dozen of them have died one after another."

"Even the usually idle Eighteenth Senior Brother Qingxuzi has come down the mountain. This region is dangerous... I just hope that I can stay in the East Region and go down the mountain as usual..."

"I also brought my family's elixir in exchange, but it seems to have been taken away by the Venerable just now. Does that count as an agreement?" He looked at Wang Zhi, as if wanting a confirmation.

In fact, the Wangxian Sect has a close relationship with the Liuyang Zhenjun clan, and Miao Junyuan was admitted to the mountain gate through connections. Even if all the disciples of Fuyao Mountain are completely destroyed, it will not affect him.

It’s just the sincerity of a young man, and the care of hundreds of senior brothers and sisters over the years, their friendship is priceless.

Wang Zhi nodded. It turned out that it was Liuyang Grass. If it really saved young disciple Gu's life, Sheng Qing would be willing to accept it, not to mention not sending him away, even if it meant protecting all the disciples of Fuyao Mountain under his wing.

"I agree to this matter." Wang Zhi pinched his short and fat fingertips and directly sent a message to the elder in charge of the sect to withdraw the disciples from Fuyao Mountain.

"However, this is just a small matter promised by me. There are others who will repay your kindness." Wang Zhi pretended to be profound and looked into the isolation formation.

Miao Jun ignored everything else and bowed to Wang Zhi with great respect, "Thank you, Sect Master. Thank you so much, Sect Master!"

Before his head hit the ground, Wang Zhi raised his hand and held it up with his spiritual power. His eyes showed childishness and kindness of an elder.

He reached out and touched Miao Jun's head, "The Spirit Tiger Clan has produced a good child."

“Hey…” Miao Jun understood that he was praising himself. He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, smiling with his fangs showing.

"By the way, classmate, why are you here? Aren't you going to continue celebrating your wedding anniversary with Venerable Huai Ci?" The Linghu clan usually celebrates their wedding anniversary after marriage and stays together for at least one year.

Yu Mian pursed his lips, and his mood, which had eased slightly, fell again. "It's okay. The world is in chaos now, so don't get hung up on the details."

"I'm here to find my senior sister." She didn't explain the details. The fate of a cultivator is a matter of destiny, and the fewer people who know about it, the less likely it is to go wrong.

This trip is changing your destiny, so don’t say too much.

"Oh oh..." Miao Jun noticed that she seemed unhappy, so he moved closer and stuck his head out to take a look. Now, he was more than 1.5 meters tall, only half a head shorter than Yu Mian, so he didn't have to look up like before.

"Uh... do you want to eat cashews?" He was not good at comforting people, so he just grabbed the cashews roasted in the alchemy furnace and put them towards Yu Mian's nose.

"Very fragrant."

The matter of the mountain gate was resolved, and he didn't have much to do. After being beaten up by his mother a few days ago, he improved his cultivation by a tiger palm and reached the golden elixir level.

It was just the right time to go down the mountain.

But there is no need to rush. Anyway, he can choose not to go down the mountain and it will be the same if he uses spirit stones to make some contribution to the sect.

Now that I have time, I can chat with Yu Mian. It seems that they haven't chatted since Yu Mian and Venerable Huai Ci got married.

“Thank you…” Yu Mian stretched out his fingertips and picked up two as a token of his appreciation.

She didn’t know what was going on inside the formation now, and with Sheng Qing’s matter, her mind was numb and she felt powerless.

Put the cashews into your mouth, take two bites, and the aroma of the roasted nuts will come out.

Miao Jun then gave some to the sect leader as well. The three of them sat down cross-legged on the spot. She looked the most mature one.

His teeth were chewing something unconsciously, his eyes were lowered to the ground, as if he was relieving his inner anxiety through mechanical movements.

The Shengqing in the previous life and the Shengqing in this life are both Shengqing. They are clearly the same soul, but with different experiences and no shared memories.

So are they the same person?

If she traveled back in time and saw her past self, would she still be herself?

Yu Mian couldn't understand the difference. They were so similar, like the inside and outside of a mirror. They were not even mirror images, but all the components were the same.

But there is such a huge difference.

This almost philosophical question made her more and more confused, to the point where she couldn't tell the difference at all. She really couldn't tell the difference.

However, whether it is her or 'her', they will not hurt themselves.

I sat in front of the formation and watched for three days.

During this period, Miao Jun turned into a tiger. After he had no more worries, he slept with his legs spread out, without any worries, like a tiger blanket lying on the ground.

Yu Mian was really conflicted, and began to absentmindedly pull the tiger hair on the back of Tiger Claw, pulling it into small points bit by bit.

Miao Jun was snoring when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. The fur on his body tightened and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body.

A group of tigers' fur instantly exploded into a ball of tiger.

Yu Mian looked at the tiger hair on his hand standing up, his consciousness was pulled back, and he subconsciously looked at Miao Jun beside him.

As if he sensed something, he looked towards the formation barrier in front of him.

A mirror of nothingness shattered, and the obscured sky slowly fell below the horizon. A white figure stood outside the barrier, and a pair of eyes looked at the tiger paws that touched Miao Jun and Yu Mian with cold and sinister eyes.

Her lips were no longer bright red, but unusually pale. She had been away from the inner elixir for too long, and she could hardly maintain her body shape. Looking at Yu Mian at this moment was like looking at a feast.

He just wanted to swallow her and take back the inner elixir.

If he could retrieve the inner elixir, he would not be able to control his body.

Yu Mian was slightly stunned. Looking at Sheng Qing, whose face was extremely pale, he couldn't help but feel distressed for a moment. After all, this was her body.

But she was not familiar with the souls here. She opened her mouth and finally asked, "How is the senior sister?"

"Little disciple, why don't you care about me?" A dull and hoarse voice came from my ear, and the cold breath approached from the back, like a snake wrapping around its prey.