The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"Mian'er is very powerful. She killed the demon general Junzhu." Sheng Qing stretched out her hand and shook her raised right hand. A trace of fear surged up in her heart. She clenched her five fingers a little tighter, pulled the person into her arms and hugged him, with a complicated look in her eyes.

Just now, a force that was superior to the lower realm took action, but I was unable to fully detect it. Could it be...

She raised her eyes slightly, looked up at the boundless sky, and asked tentatively: "Mian'er, do you remember what happened during your coma?"

Yu Mian: "Demon General? Really dead?!"

She didn't expect that she could actually defeat the other party.

“…What happened…” She recalled it over and over again, but her mind was still a mess, as chaotic as a lump of sesame paste.

Finally, after thinking hard, she filled in the fantasy that her subconscious mind had created and made it clear. She frowned and said hesitantly, "A lot of green-headed flies? I raised my hand and swatted the flies..."

?

Sheng Qing raised his eyes and looked at Yu Mian with a look of looking at a silly child. He reached out his hand to touch his forehead and said in a gentle and relaxed tone: "You don't have a fever... Why are you talking nonsense?"

"You're talking nonsense." Yu Mian slapped Sheng Qing's hand away. This bastard didn't forget to tease her even when he was talking about serious matters. She glared at her unhappily.

"Okay... then it's not nonsense..." She withdrew her hand awkwardly, bent her fingertips, and flicked Yu Mian's head lightly, making a muffled sound. Then her face lit up, squinted her eyes and smiled, "It's cooked..."

"It's really a brilliant mind."

"You are the one who is ready! Your whole family..." Yu Mian shut up at the right time, and her whole family included herself. She kaba on her lips for a moment, then glanced at Sheng Qing, stood up and prepared to stretch her muscles.

"What?" Sheng Qing pressed her shoulders and leaned forward to continue asking.

"I'm not going to talk to you anymore...hiss!?" She exerted a little force and realized that the wounds on her body had not healed yet. She looked down at her clothes and found that the belt was not even fastened, but just hung loosely.

There were two extremely smooth, cross-shaped scars on her body that were glowing red. When she looked inside, she found that all her internal organs had been seriously injured.

Apart from her spine, she was almost cut into four pieces by two knives...

The knife was so sharp that it didn’t hurt at all.

"Have a good rest, there's no rush..." Sheng Qing hugged her tightly, his hands were unusually gentle, and the hostility that was emerging in his eyes was suppressed again and again.

The irrepressible bloodthirsty urge could not be stopped.

If he doesn't remember anything at all, maybe it's God's fault. What purpose does he want to achieve by using Mian'er?

Sheng Qing felt a moment of uneasiness in her heart. This was her wife, the person she brought with her. She would never allow her to become a pawn manipulated by someone.

But in the previous life, I went to another world because of a prophecy. Could it be that... everything is guided by something in the dark?

She deepened her embrace and lightly closed her eyes. Only when they leaned on each other like this could she feel that her lover would be with her forever. She really didn't want to let go of his embrace.

If possible, it would be nice to hold it for a lifetime.

The clingy snake wife wrapped herself up like an egg, and Yu Mian had no choice but to gently stroke her back to comfort this insecure guy.

"Well, when my injuries are healed, remember to call me..." With a face as pale as paper, she gave a soothing smile and then began to meditate and regulate her breathing.

"Well, no hurry..."

The snake's body coiled around her like a vine, and it lowered its dark head on top of her, surrounding her. After it uttered a few words, it became quiet.

Three autumns pass in a dream, when the crabapple blossoms fall.

When she opened her eyes again, Yu Mian stretched out her hand and pulled away the black snake that had been sleeping for a long time on her body. After removing the protection wrapped around her, she could see with her naked eyes that the outside world was already filled with dancing magic sand, and circles of sandstorms were sweeping towards the center.

These unconscious demonic energies are spontaneously organizing themselves into various means of attack, trying to corrode the formation outside the blood pool bit by bit.

She reached out to take the magic sand, which instantly turned into a conscious little black insect in her hand. It tried to drill into the skin bag, but was burned by Yu Mian with the Glazed Pure Lotus.

"Shengqing, wake up..."

The snake head opened a terrifying blood-red arc and yawned towards the surroundings, blowing away the demonic energy of hundreds of feet around. She turned into a human body and leaned on Yu Mian's neck, leaning against him softly and reaching her hand into his meridians.

After a long while, he let go and said, "The hidden injury has almost recovered."

"Now that it's like this here, what will the outside be like?" She showed a hint of worry. It had been a long time since she last returned to Kyushu to take a look. She hoped that everything was still okay.

Facing her from afar, at the edge of the seashore, a sword-like energy like a rainbow split the sky. After several autumns of enlightenment, he finally understood it in one day.

Ning Yue pointed the sword at the thundercloud, slashed it with a rustling silver light, and chopped the thundercloud into pieces. He took a step forward, stepped towards the sky, and bathed in the seven-colored glow.

Not only her, but also countless monks who were guarding the mountain and monks who were walking down the mountain.

Under the nourishment of evil ways, their cultivation progress is several times that of stable times, and dangers and opportunities coexist.

In the Life Lamp Hall of the disciples of the Delusion Immortal Sect, the deacon elder who was on duty sighed lightly, looked at the Life Lamp that had just been extinguished, and stretched out his hand to record the disciple's life, age, cultivation, and time of death one by one.

There was no one in the sect at that moment, and there was no time to build tombs for them, so they could only register their information in a book and hold sacrifices for them one by one after their triumphant return in the future.

A breeze blew in from outside the hall, and the still lit candlelight swayed back and forth, as if bidding farewell to the fallen Taoist friend.

Looking far away, there were more than 6,000 lights, but only two-thirds were still shaking, and the remaining one-third stayed silently in the same place, losing all vitality.

Among them, the Jindan disciples suffered the most tragically, with only one of them left. There were only two or three scattered sparks of fire in the darkness.

“…I wonder when the spring breeze will return?” The elder looked away, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. His five fingers slightly clenched the book in his hand. He felt infinitely sad in his heart. He stared for a long time and only sighed lightly.

The wind and waves swept in, enveloping the scarlet sand and dust, and as the grains hit them, they almost embedded into the skin.

Yu Mian raised her hand to block, looked at the next demon general, and stepped forward resolutely. If this was a path she could not choose, then she would have to go all the way to the end. She would never give up before reaching the end.

In the world of monks, ten years can be a retreat, an epiphany, a dream of spring and autumn, or it can be a catastrophe, a difficulty, and a separation between life and death.

Over the years, flowers have flown and leaves have fallen, and they cannot see the wind, rain, snow and other sufferings of the world. They cannot get through the passing of several years, and the endless mountains and rivers are where their bones are buried.

The birds are startled into the dust, disturbing the news that has disappeared in the dust and will never be transmitted back.

Life and death are not in our control.

……

The gun finally pierced through the roaring evil demon. Her body was stained with red blood. She closed her scarlet eyes and felt the heavy pressure of calamity condensing above her head.

Finally... I've waited for this day.