The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"...Why do we need to discuss this?" Mo Jian tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, but still asked carefully with a hint of emotion.

"Such an important matter should of course be discussed with my wife. How can I hide it from her?!" Yu Mian raised his voice, seemingly not noticing that the other party did not want Sheng Qing to know, so he pretended to be puzzled and asked back.

"But don't you want to become stronger and protect her? Don't you want to become stronger quietly and give her a surprise?" The magic sword said in a persuasive tone, "Besides... I didn't make the prerequisite clear just now. In fact, such an oath will affect your righteous destiny. If you say it, Sheng Qing will most likely not let you do it..."

"You can quietly..."

Yu Mian frowned, thinking, and whispered: "If that's the case, then shouldn't I discuss this with Sheng Qing..."

Demon Sword: ...Pah! My wife and precious daughter!

"You grew up under her protection and were led forward by her. Don't you feel that you have been controlled? You don't have your own thoughts, let alone your own opinions." It skillfully used rhetoric to attack her mind, circling around Yu Mian and instilling values ​​in her ears.

Yu Mian kept his eyes fixed on the demonic fog, and his body moved with it so as not to expose his back.

"You've never had a lover?"

"Oh, yes. You are just a sword. You have never experienced emotions, let alone understand the bondage of emotions..." She said calmly, "Shengqing and I are Taoist companions. We rise together and fall together. I have never concealed anything from her. This is how it should be."

"As for the control you mentioned... I admit that she is a bit possessive sometimes, but I..." Yu Mian lowered his eyes and chuckled, and he didn't know what kind of emotion was contained in it, and said: "... I enjoy it."

She has the common problems of children of that era in her hometown, trauma rooted in her bones, and was deformedly raised in a love that was enough to survive but not enough to enrich her spirit.

The emotions are forced to be indifferent and reserved, as if they are covered with a layer of foggy glass to protect themselves from harm, but they can't help but pounce on the transparent cover and breathe gently, trying to peek into the beauty of the outside world.

Those beautiful and long-awaited friendship, love, and family affection...

Her anxiety prevented her from taking a single step, yet she was looking forward to a love that was like a burglary, shattering her shell and separating it from her flesh and bones.

Yu Mian thought... this might be one of the reasons why yandere culture is so popular. An absolutely loyal lover would cut out his or her heart in the name of love.

Maybe at that moment of blood dripping, I can feel the slightly morbid warmth I want.

Of course...that only exists in fantasy.

The magic sword twisted for a moment. It was unclear what kind of emotion it was that could be so bewildered that it could make people even more crazy than being possessed by a demon. It was simply a madman.

"No... You can't tell her, otherwise I won't make the Heavenly Oath with you." It was a bit desperate and began to threaten with its own chips. This little monk's mind was biased and his mind was full of wives. It was afraid that persuasion and alienation would not work.

Damn it, if it weren’t for... it could be restrained by a tiny god!

Seeing its ferocious appearance, Yu Mian took a half step back, bit the tip of his tongue to calm himself, and said anxiously, "This won't do!"

"This is not up to you..." Seeing the situation change, Mo Jian's tone became stern, as if he had caught Yu Mian's handle, and his tone suddenly became three points steady.

It said, there is no one in this world who would refuse the blessing of luck, especially a little psychic monk who had carried it on his back for so long and was completely soaked by her evil breath.

Her spirit platform must be covered with demonic dust at this moment...

It was a pity that Sheng Qing was staring at her the whole time, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Otherwise, he would have to see the extent to which her spiritual platform was covered with dust before making any plans... and he wouldn't be so passive.

After three breaths of silence, Yu Mian took a deep breath.

"Okay... I promise I won't tell Shengqing about this."

"But the Heavenly Dao Oath needs to be out of Sheng Qing's sight, so I can't sign it for now. I have to find another time after I wake up..." Yu Mian bit his lip, revealing an embarrassment, "You know... she stared at me very closely."

The magic sword wavered for a moment, how could it change its mind so quickly?

Just now I had to discuss this with my wife, saying how much we loved each other, but the situation changed so quickly that I started to doubt her for a moment.

Seeing this, Yu Mian showed a moment of doubt, "With only one-fifth of luck, can I achieve the tribulation in a short time?... Although I love her very much, the gap in our cultivation makes me feel very inferior. I want to become stronger in order to better protect her, share some of the pressure, and stand in front of her..."

She rambled on for a long time, but her words could not avoid mentioning her wife.

The magic sword calmed down a bit. Humans are really a strange and easily swayed race. They can confess everything because of love, but they can also choose to conceal things because of love. Their bottom line has always been so flexible...

This also gave them an opportunity.

He didn't dare to probe into Yu Mian's soul, and naturally he didn't know that her mind was clear and bright, and the Glazed Pure Lotus was doing its best to drive away the gathering evil spirit, like burning flying willow catkins, which would ignite as soon as they touched it.

"But as for overcoming the tribulation...of course I can..." It chuckled twice, with an ambiguous smile in its voice.

The laughter gradually faded away until Yu Mian felt a soft touch on his cheek.

Slowly raising his head, he saw Shengqing, who was dozing off while hugging him. She woke up the moment he woke up, raised her hand and gently hooked his nose, smiling and saying, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

Yu Mian shook her head, "No... I'm just a little tired..." She rubbed her temples, lowered her head and thought about how to avoid the ghost thing behind her while passing the message to Sheng Qing.

Is it possible to transmit sound through spiritual power?

She was not sure. It was definitely impossible for Shengqing to transmit the spiritual patterns to her, but it was not certain if she transmitted the spiritual patterns to Shengqing. After all, the thing could enter her dreams, so it might be able to intercept and decipher the spiritual patterns.

"Huai Ci, how long have I slept?" She raised her eyes and smiled at Sheng Shengqing, asking in a natural tone.

Sheng Qing's smile widened, and his dark pupils suddenly widened. He raised his hand to hook Yu Mian's chin and calculated for her:

"But I slept for seven hours..."

"Ah, so long?" Yu Mian thought he just dozed off for a while, three hours at most. No wonder he had a headache after sleeping.

"Of course. During these seven hours, I didn't dare to move at all. My body was very stiff. Mian'er, don't you want to make it up to me a little?"

"Make up...what?" She blinked, pretending not to know.

“What do you think…” Sheng Qing leaned in close, his lips pressed against Yu Mian’s lips, and he was about to go in but didn’t. Their breaths instantly entangled together, making it hard to tell who was you and who was you. His dark eyes were like a black hole that wanted to suck people in…

The two of them stubbornly "confronted" each other at a distance.

"Mian'er, did you discover the weakness of the demon general in the previous battle? Was it revealed by the demon sword behind him?" A calm voice sounded in Yu Mian's sea of ​​consciousness.