The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

There was a sound of tables and chairs falling over, crashing and crashing.

Ling Fu almost fell to the ground due to her unsteady steps, but her eyes were still fixed on the demon who was walking towards her step by step, leisurely playing with her mind like a cat catching a mouse.

A strange tingling and hot feeling spread all over my body, and the ground was dyed a rare crimson cloud, which looked like a plate of exquisite lychee cake, which must be sweet and delicious.

Even the things in front of her eyes began to blur, and she could only see a black shadow approaching inch by inch. She reached her hand into her arms.

At the moment when he was close enough to ensure no miss, he threw out the formation plate given by his master.

In an instant, the killing formation was completed!

Thousands of spiritual blades instantly cut through the space, and a large formation that isolated the outside world took shape.

Even Lin Ye didn't expect this to happen.

No one could have imagined that this elder scholar who taught in a conservative way all day long would have such a powerful killing array on his body.

Lin Ye instantly dispersed and turned into a ball of magic mist. He was invisible to begin with, and it was not easy for an invisible thing to be trapped.

Most of the body was strangled by the killing formation, but a strand of it still escaped and turned into a gray body of about 1.34 meters in the corner, rushing towards Lingfu with anger.

"Young elder, I originally wanted to be gentle with you, but now it seems that you have become my meal!" He urgently needed to swallow the other person in one bite to recover the evil spirit that had just been robbed and killed. When he thought of this, he became furious.

Ling Fu almost lost focus. If she hadn't been unable to use her spiritual power, the array given by her master would definitely not have emitted only this much power...

She pinched her soft flesh with her five fingers to stay awake, raised her hand and cast a talisman on her heart meridian. Even if she died, she would not become a puppet!

The dark magic fog is looming before my eyes...

Outside the Fu Hall.

Fu Qing saw at a glance the formation set up outside, raised his hand and tore it apart, then opened his eyes to see Fu'er being held hostage by a pair of huge black hands, with a huge mouth ready to bite his disciple.

!

Fuer!

She instantly moved to where Lingfu was, hugged her back, and then used a talisman to directly defeat the black fog. When the other party wanted to condense, she directly put it into the talisman.

He saw the formation cast by his disciple on the ground, and he waved his hand to retract it, along with the magic mist inside. The unwilling roar inside was suppressed.

"Fuer, are you okay?!"

Fu Qing frowned deeply, which was rare. He looked at the talisman on Ling Fu's heart meridian, raised his hand and destroyed it directly, and placed his five fingers lightly on Ling Fu's face.

The girl had grown into a graceful young lady without knowing when, she had shed her childishness and became mature and charming. She bit her red lips so deeply and tightly that they turned white, as if she was biting through her lower lip.

Fu Qing's eyes were slightly sharp. He opened his jaw and rubbed his watery lower lip with his thumb. He said gently, "Be obedient and don't bite."

Ling Fu only felt a stream of clear spring water pouring down upon her, rescuing her soul from the endless magma. After her consciousness became clear for a moment, she thought of her current appearance and actually wanted to push Fu Qing away out of shame and anger.

She couldn’t see the master like this…

She can’t do this…

"What happened?" After being pushed away, Fu Qing bent down and picked the man up, asking helplessly, "But he was attacked by the demons. Don't be afraid. Master will go find Elder Chongdan!"

"Master..." Ling Fu was unable to break free, and could only call out "Master" in a weak voice. Then, like when she was a child, she buried her head in his shoulders, without saying a word, and gently held the corner of Fu Qing's clothes.

……

In the Qingzhu Cottage, after Elder Chongdan had finished the golden needle treatment and fed Ling Fu a few spiritual herbs, he looked at Ling Fu lying quietly on the bed, gently stroked his beard and said, "It's not a big deal that the soul-eating insect swallowed up her spiritual power. The evil breath poison on her meridians has also been removed. It's just..."

"Just what?" Fu Qing was really annoyed. Since her junior sister had already reminded her, she still had not been able to completely stop the danger, which led to such a situation. She was a dereliction of duty as a teacher.

If she hadn't been careless, Fu'er wouldn't have suffered this disaster.

He clenched his five fingers tightly as he looked at the pale Lingfu lying on the bed, his eyes full of pity.

When has Fu'er ever suffered such pain?

Elder Chongdan twirled the end of his beard with his fingertips, thinking about how to say this. After thinking for a few seconds and seeing Fu Qing's face getting worse, he finally said slowly: "The type of monster should be a mirage monster, but the spirit of the object that can be parasitized is almost the same."

"The young man from the Spirit Bat Clan must have been devoured and transformed by him, and he targeted the disciple of the Venerable, so I'm afraid he came for the Venerable..."

"And... if you want to perform a completely consistent performance, it requires the soul and the flesh to fit together and become one. For this reason, this monster gave your disciple a love potion." Elder Chongdan was a little embarrassed to say the name of the medicine, and his old face rarely blushed.

"This medicine is a forbidden item and has been dormant for thousands of years. Now that I can't find an antidote, I can only suppress it temporarily, and it will affect the recovery of my cultivation. If I want to solve it completely, I need to meet each other every full moon... I wonder if your disciple has someone he likes?" Elder Chongdan hinted tactfully that he needed to find someone to complete the fusion of soul and flesh in order to remove the effect of the medicine.

Fu Qing's eyes went blank, and then he seemed to realize something, frowned, and murmured softly, "Nothing..."

In a daze, Ling Fu heard the conversation between her master and Elder Chongdan. The extremely soft "nothing" hurt her soft spot. She opened her eyes and slowly said, "... I don't know, Elder, what will happen if there is no solution?"

"Fuer..." Fu Qing immediately sat down beside the bed, gently helped her up, and wanted her to lean on him, but Ling Fu rejected him with her body and leaned against the head of the bed instead.

Elder Chongdan said: "It's not a big deal if your cultivation is stagnant. When the moon is full, the spiritual energy in your meridians will become restless and chaotic, and you may even go astray."

"These are healing elixirs. If you have any other needs, you can contact me at any time." He received a spiritual letter in his hand. Thinking that another disciple was injured, he rushed there.

"Okay, thank you Elder Chongdan." Fu Qing took two steps forward and walked the person to the door, then gently closed the bamboo door and walked back.

There was a deep, suffocating silence in the room.

Fu Qing felt extremely guilty, as he was not able to be with his disciple in the critical moment, and he was truly unworthy of being a teacher.

Ling Fu had an indifferent expression on her face, and a slightly bitter feeling spread across her as she closed her eyes. She had thought that she could still accompany her master for thousands of years as a disciple, and this alone would be enough to satisfy her admiration and love.

But fate is not in our control, and the wish of simply staying by the master's side is difficult to achieve...

"Fuer, the matter of the mirage demon... has been reported to the sect for strict investigation." Fu Qing couldn't think of any opening words to comfort his disciple, so he started with business, walked to the bedside, and his tone gradually softened.

"I wonder if I have ever met someone I like during the time when I was injured?" She suddenly thought that she lacked a lot in her disciple's growth process, and she was not even familiar with her social interactions.

Looking back, my disciple taught me on time every day and returned to the mountain when the evening bell rang, without any sign of staying for long.