The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

[An additional chapter was added to Chapter 417]

"Mian'er said that when I come back, everything will be up to me..." Sheng Qing's sense of security was still somewhat precarious. At this moment, he wished that every inch of his skin could be pressed against Yu Mian, as if he was suffering from skin hunger.

The two of them were openly entangled with each other in the formation next to the Demon Lord's blood pool, unable to separate.

Yu Mian was helpless, but still coaxed him in a gentle tone: "I promised, but you have to find a safe time to fulfill it..."

"And... Madam, do you want me to show off in front of the Demon Lord who has not yet awakened?" Her earlobe was red and bleeding, and a voice as thin as a mosquito rang in Sheng Qing's ear, with an accusatory tone in it.

Sheng Qing blinked, and a strange look flashed across her eyes. She was only surprised for a moment before she came to her senses. So Mian'er was thinking about that...

I just haven't seen her for too long, and I miss her so much that I can't help but get close to her. At this moment, I still feel the fear of losing Yu Mian, so I don't have the mind to do such things...

Although it is not impossible...

"Mian'er...you pervert~" After Sheng Qing said this, he took a piece of soft flesh on her neck, grinding it finely and licking it gently, as if he was taking a sedative. He closed his eyes, which were so tense that they were bloodshot, and no longer tightened his movements.

Yu Mian was confused. How could she be such a pervert?

Her lower body was entangled by the snake's tail, and her upper body was held, unable to move. Her weakest neck was still in the snake woman's mouth, and she was in a state of being "held hostage".

She was confused by the sudden call of "pervert".

No matter how you look at it, snake women are more lustful, right?

Just cough...

Forget it, as the main attacker of a family...in the future, she has to be tolerant of her wife.

He raised his hand and patted Sheng Qing gently on the back. He looked through her shoulder and saw the magic sword thrown casually on the ground.

This is a long sword with red and black as the main colors. It is in the shape of an ancient long sword from ten thousand years ago. The sword guard is a bit ferocious, like a huge mouth of a red monster, swallowing the hilt of the long sword.

When I see it again now, I feel it is both familiar and strange. What is familiar is that I have been pierced by it countless times.

What's strange is that this is the first time I've observed it so quietly and carefully.

Mysterious, weird, and ominous.

Yet, it has a kind of magnificent and powerful beauty that makes people want to reach out and touch it, and it can bring out the purest evil thoughts in people’s hearts…

The longer Yu Mian looked at it, the more fascinated he became. He even wanted to move closer, reach out and pick it up, hold it in his arms, and keep it for himself.

As her gaze focused deeply, the magic sword that was originally lying on the ground trembled slightly for a moment.

It is not just a cold weapon. With a history of tens of thousands of years, it is a weapon used by successive demon lords. Even if its aptitude is low, it should have condensed a weapon soul long ago.

Just now, he did not lure Sheng Qing into the evil path in the blood pool, and because he was afraid of Sheng Qing's power, he pretended to be harmless, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, he disappeared from sight and quietly began to make trouble.

The alluring breath floated over, like a hint whispering in my ear, 'Have me, have me...'

The expression in Yu Mian's eyes gradually faded. He raised his palm, and the magic sword on the ground fell silently into his palm. He even shone with pride for a moment.

Then, in order to avenge himself for causing Sheng Qing to suffer a defeat, he gradually modified Yu Mian's cognition, wanting her to stab Sheng Qing from behind.

Yu Mian only felt a chaos in his sea of ​​consciousness, and then he entered a void of space. The scene in front of him began to change, twisting into chaotic and illogical blocks.

The small apartment in front of her was mainly made of concrete and was filled with incompatible ancient-style design items. On the pumpkin sofa she bought second-hand were placed spiritual fruits and spiritual cakes, and there was a screen partition that decorated the space, and a pot of sake on the table.

It’s like ancient daily necessities have grown inside a small modern rental house, creating a weird space.

Then, a huge black cockroach with tentacles, the size of a palm, suddenly appeared in front of my eyes and flew in the air.

Her muscle memory made her take off her slippers instantly. Without thinking twice, she just beat the cat to death!

He raised the slippers in his hand and was about to attack immediately...

Sonorous!

When he regained consciousness, he found that the sword in his hand was thrown away by Yu Mian as if it were 'garbage'. He felt a deep fear and he almost took action!

How could such an absurd and chaotic mixture of memories just now give her the most real and comfortable enjoyment? There was only falsehood and absurdity.

As luck would have it, he was saved by the fact that he was from another world. The combination of modern technology concrete house and ancient daily necessities deliberately created a sense of familiarity that was very weird.

You don't need any discernment at all to break free from confusion.

Hearing the sound of the metal sword falling to the ground, Sheng Qing came out of his quiet rest, let go of the piece of flesh in his mouth, and left a small, obvious bright red mark on Yu Mian's neck.

His eyes opened with a hint of impatience in them. He loosened one of the hands that were wrapped around Yu Mian's back, and controlled it with one hand in his palm. He applied spiritual pressure to his body, causing the magic sword to tremble uncontrollably from pretending to be dead at the beginning.

Things like this that disturb her happiness should be broken!

"Your Majesty, please spare my life..." A pleading voice as thin as a mosquito came from the long sword. It sounded a bit like a childish whine and it almost sounded at the extreme point of being unable to bear the burden.

...?

Sheng Qing's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand and patted Yu Mian's shoulder. He changed the face-to-face hug to hold Yu Mian against his chest, facing the magic sword at the same time.

Yu Mian also heard the sudden voice. She looked at the red and black sword in front of her with a hint of surprise. It was the first time she saw a real weapon spirit.

"I just heard it talking, right?" Yu Mian said this in a skeptical tone. The reason he had a hint of doubt was that unlike other worlds where magic weapons were everywhere with spirits, it was extremely difficult for magic weapons in this world to give birth to spirits, and most of them were ordinary magic weapons without any intelligence.

At least until now, she has not seen a magical weapon with a spirit.

"Even I find it a bit strange." Sheng Qing held the sword flat and used his spiritual power to exert pressure on it. The sword in his hand began to tremble continuously, like boiling water.

"Your Majesty, please spare me!" The childish voice sounded again, a little sharp, and it felt like the voice of a five or six-year-old child at his most noisy period.

Although the voice was cute, it could not move the hard-hearted Shengqing, let alone Yumian who was almost deceived and attacked Shengqing.

The expressions on their faces were rarely the same. They looked at the novel objects with indifference and smiles, looking like a perfect couple.

“I didn’t know in the past that there was actually a spirit weapon inside the magic sword.” Sheng Qing said with emotion.

Yu Mian glanced at the snake woman. She didn't need to know whether the other party had a spirit weapon or not. She just picked up the sword and slashed at herself with it as fast as lightning.

"What should we do with this spirit? Or should we just wipe out its consciousness?" Yu Mian suggested casually. She was still frightened by the illusion just now.

"Don't do that, I'm useful! Your Majesty!" Upon hearing that it was going to be eliminated, the magic sword spirit immediately became servile, wanting to prove its own worth.

"What use can you be?" Yu Mian asked.

A sword that had followed the Demon Lord for countless years, but turned against him in the face of death out of fear of death, was not trustworthy no matter how you looked at it. She looked at it with a scrutinizing gaze, her expression not moved at all.

"I... can tell you the Demon Lord's weakness!" Demon Sword was eager to prove his worth, so he blurted out this sentence. He thought he could win the favor of the two, or at least be a little tempted, right?

But nothing.

Sheng Qing embraced his wife and chanted a spell to clean his body. He listened to what the long sword said without even looking at it, but stared closely at Yu Mian's profile.

The tone of voice naturally said three words: "Unbelievable."

Yu Mian echoed: "Indeed, it's unbelievable."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Sword became anxious, and the sword body trembled slightly. He said anxiously, "Then what do you want me to do to believe me? I tell you, the Demon Lord was at his weakest when he was first born."

"Oh..." Why is it still needed to tell the immortal world about something that the immortal world has known for thousands of years?

“…But you don’t know how to seal the Demon Lord forever, right? As long as you insert me into the Demon Lord’s heart when he is at his weakest, he will fall into a deep sleep forever.” The sword spirit’s voice was childish and full of pride, as if he had revealed a huge secret and was waiting to brag about it.

Yu Mian and Sheng Qing looked at each other and had a brief eye contact. They felt that the matter needed to be discussed, and they both shook their heads slightly.

"The Demon Sword and the Demon Lord come from the same origin, how could you possibly hurt Him?" Yu Mian objected.

"Same origin? I am not from the same origin as Him!" When the sword spirit mentioned this, his tone was somewhat unfriendly, and even revealed a slight displeasure, as if he had hatred towards his master.

This is strange.

A sword that has followed its master for tens of thousands of years, its sword spirit actually hates its master.

Facing the two people's interested gazes, the sword spirit changed the tone of his words, "What Demon Lord? It sounds good, but I was only allowed to come out for a few hundred or thousand years, and then I was sealed away not long after."

"If you take into account the time since I was born, it has been less than a hundred years. The rest of the time I have been sleeping."

"It's cold and dark under the blood pool. There's nothing but endless emotions washing over me, etching marks on my body. I've had enough."

"Please take me away. I am willing to be an ordinary sword and go to the human world." It said the last sentence with great sincerity, like an innocent child.

"How can you say that you are not of the same origin as Him?" Yu Mian simply ignored the rest of the words that were busy recruiting people and went straight to the point.

The sword hummed and trembled slightly, then proudly said: "I was originally the source of the earth veins in this area, and was forcibly refined into a sword by the blood pool. Otherwise, I should be the one who controls the earth veins in this area."

"What does that have to do with your ability to kill the Demon Lord?"

"The blood pool is suppressing me at the bottom of the pool because it is afraid that I will run away. Most of the Demon Lord's power comes from the plane of the Demon Realm Continent. He originally used the emperor to control the princes. After holding me hostage, he caused the veins of the entire region to continuously supply magic energy to him." While saying this, the Demon Sword revealed an unparalleled self-confidence.

"Oh, that's so pitiful." Yu Mian said perfunctorily, which completely hurt Mo Jian's fragile heart.

"Hmph, anyway, I'm very powerful, so don't kill me. You can take me with you!" It said a lot, and finally turned the topic back to not hurting it.

Sheng Qing grabbed it horizontally with one hand and moved his spiritual power. He wanted to put it into the Sumeru space first, but he didn't expect that after moving his spiritual power several times, the sword in his hand still didn't move at all.

The magic sword obviously sensed what she wanted to do, "It's useless. My status is comparable to that of the divine sword. I can't be stored in such a fragile small space. If you bind to me, I can enter your sea of ​​consciousness..."

Before it could finish its words, Yu Mian interrupted it and said, "You wish!"

You still want to enter Shengqing's sea of ​​consciousness? It's all because there is no little donkey here, otherwise I would hang you on the donkey's neck.

Then Yu Mian remembered the evil nature of this thing, took out a piece of ebony from the ring, temporarily cut a scabbard for it, and then wrapped a few strips of cloth around it to make it look like it could be worn around the waist.

I wanted to carry it myself, but Shengqing took it from me. His tone was gentle but with a tough tone that made me unyielding. "Mian'er, I'll do it."

"You gave me such an ugly scabbard, it's so ugly!" He was hung on the waist and had no time to speak, but Shengqing held the hilt with one hand and made him behave himself.

The woman with a strong murderous aura lowered her eyes, looked at it with a look of trash, and said threateningly: "Ugly?"

"...beautiful, beautiful!" The sword spirit didn't understand. She was ugly to begin with. Didn't she feel ugly hanging there? What's wrong with scolding her...

But I didn't expect that this was made by Yu Mian himself.

The gift that Mian'er gave her was simply exquisite and had a natural beauty.

How can you fall into the mouth of a broken sword and discuss beauty and ugliness?

After the two men subdued the long sword, they stood by the blood pool. The sky and earth were still filled with the eerie evil aura. Looking around, they could not find any sense of direction and had no idea where they were going in this vast world.

Yu Mian held Sheng Qing's hand and asked through telepathic power, "Do you believe what it said?"

Sheng Qing spread his five fingers apart and clasped his ten fingers together on his soft palm, "Three parts true, seven parts false, or even three parts not true at all."

Yu Mian: "Indeed, I also think that if it is really as he said, why haven't we heard of the devil sword devouring its master in the past? But at least getting it can weaken the power of the devil a little bit."

"It's a pity that we have come to the blood pool, but there is no effective way to stop the resurrection of the Demon Lord."

Sheng Qing turned her head to glance at Yu Mian, and tightened her grip. In fact, there was a way. As long as she was willing to use herself as the center of the formation and set up a large formation in the blood pool, she could delay for hundreds of years.

It's just treating the symptoms and not the root cause, and she...can't bear to leave her son.

Feeling the emotions in Sheng Qing's eyes, Yu Mian reacted immediately, without even using voice transmission, and frowned, "I'm definitely talking about a method that won't hurt you!"

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking!" She remembered what Junior Sister Ning said, that Sheng Qing went into the Demon Realm alone, paid a price, and delayed the Demon Lord's resurrection for three hundred years.

"What am I thinking about?" Sheng Qingwen asked with a smile, her eyes never leaving Yu Mian. Ever since leaving the blood pool, her sense of security has become increasingly lacking, and she wanted to stare at him all the time, hold his hand, hug him, and hold him.

Can't be away from people even an inch.

The crazy possessiveness hidden under Wen Xiao's smile was more turbulent than a pool of blood.

"You're thinking..." Yu Mian was stuck in the middle of his words. Shanshan read the emotions in those eyes and murmured,

"…I?"