The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Yu Mian half-knelt on the ground, looking at the disheveled and bloody Sheng Qing. She looked almost identical to Venerable Huai Ci a thousand years later, except that the spiritual pressure all over her body gave people a feeling that she was still a bit lacking.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and the damage had penetrated his internal organs. It would take at least ten years of recuperation before he could recover.

She stretched out her hand and imagined the face, unable to hide the pain in her eyes. She was the wife of an unfortunate fate... and she didn't know what kind of return she could take to resolve the suffering in her life.

"Shengqing, wake up soon. The world is at peace now. Whether you want to travel around or practice in seclusion, I will accompany you wherever you want to go. Don't be trapped in these nightmares anymore..." She muttered softly in a suppressed voice with a tremor.

But no tears came out of his eyes, his pupils were dry and bloodshot, as if his tear glands had been dried up by the wind.

The soft voice entered his eardrums, and Shengqing's heart, which was tightly wrapped in hatred and grief, loosened a beat and slowly floated up.

His fingertips trembled for a moment, and he wanted to touch her face and whispered in comfort: "Mian'er, it's okay..." But he was too weak to move.

His consciousness was extremely weak, like a dim spark that could not withstand any breeze and would turn into dust at the slightest touch.

But the whispers in her ears and the familiar breath made her unable to help but follow it, and bits of stars rose up to ignite a consciousness in her sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Those shattered memories opened up a crack, and the soul suddenly grew stronger and turned into the size of a fingertip.

Although still weak, it is full of life and indomitable will.

Yu Mian was glad that she had not lost her memory. This past event occupied a very deep part of Sheng Qing's memory. She was seriously injured and unconscious for three days before she struggled to wake up.

After waking up, she became more and more taciturn from being unruly, and even didn't like to appear in front of people. She went to the burial place of her fallen disciple alone, hiding in the corner and silently staring at Shen Xuanxuan's tombstone.

Yu Mian followed behind her and came here with her. The sky gradually condensed into fine drizzles, which wet her long hair and fell down along her face.

Feeling the coldness on her cheek, Yu Mian knew that she could appear again. She then conjured up an oil-paper umbrella, stretched out her hand, opened it, and tilted it slightly towards her, blocking the skylight slightly, casting a half shadow, covering the two of them.

Da da da……

The raindrops were jumping on the umbrella surface rapidly, and the sound hit the heartbeat of the person under the umbrella. Sheng Qing's hands hanging by his side moved slightly, and the next second he hugged the person, buried his cold face in the warm neck, and remained silent for a long time.

It's still raining.

"Mian'er..." She called out and then said no more, as if she had fallen asleep.

Yu Mian raised his other hand, patted her back, and said soothingly: "I'm here..."

Always there.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, as if replacing Shengqing's emotions, like a flood bursting a dam, flooding endlessly.

Those wet raindrops that were originally dancing on the umbrella seemed to penetrate into the eyes and dance on the eardrums.

All I heard was dong dong... dong dong...

The sound seemed to come from the sky.

The umbrella that Yu Mian was holding was taken over by the woman on her body, and she was gently picked up along with her.

The faint and mysterious medicinal fragrance was blown to the ground by the rain, stunning 98% of the creatures at the foot of the mountain. Even the leaves drooped their petioles.

……

When he woke up again, Yu Mian felt his head was a little dizzy. When he was about to raise his hand to rub it, he found that his wrist was locked again.

This time it was not locked on the other wrist, but on the bedpost of a square octagonal bed, and the bed curtain was a dazzling red.

?

Her pupils trembled, and she instantly realized that she had been tricked. She felt her body and felt a familiar feeling of powerlessness. She lay down helplessly.

She twisted her ankle slightly, and the uncomfortable feeling from above told her that this time it was not just one hand, but her limbs were spread out and trapped on the bed.

Looking up at the ceiling, the pattern of two intertwined phoenixes exudes a festive feeling.

What...is Shengqing trying to do?

Would you like to be my companion again?

Anyway, she probably won't hurt herself, so she just lies down and waits to be kicked.

As she thought, not long after she woke up, a sound came from outside the bed curtain. She stretched out her wrist and toes, which still had some mobility, to lift the bed curtain open, and stretched her neck to look around the room.

On the dressing table, Shengqing was drawing her eyebrows and eyes, wearing a simple wedding dress, and her movements were meticulous and detailed.

Through the dazzling mirror, she met the phoenix eyes. The four previous times of leaving without saying goodbye made her feel guilty. Yu Mian swallowed her saliva and smiled obediently: "Shengqing, long time no see..."

She had no words to express her pain, her face and eyes drooped pitifully, and she was afraid that she could not save her waist.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Mian'er, do you know how long it has been?" She put down the pen in her hand, and her voice sounded like the cry of a snake or scorpion, hoarse, and the tone was neither light nor slow, making it difficult to understand.

“Uh…” Yu Mian thought about it. According to the time point of the story, it is now about three hundred years after Sheng Qing entered the Delusion Immortal Realm, and about two hundred and fifty years have passed.

"More than two hundred years?" she asked carefully.

"Yes... exactly two hundred and sixty-three years and two months." She turned her head quietly, revealing a stunning face with almost no makeup on it. Only when you looked closely could you see the black ink at the end of her eyebrows, the lip balm on her lips, and the lightly drawn eyebrows.

The slightly raised corners of her eyes added more than a hint of charm, mixed with the already complex aura, it actually gave her the aura of a great demon, like a fairy or a devil.

Every time that clear number sounded, it was like a gong ringing in Yu Mian's ears.

Completed N cycles.

She silently lowered the bed curtain to block out the view from outside, and lay down obediently, placing her hands at her sides and keeping her feet as close together as possible.

"I was wrong... I accept the punishment..." She slid to her knees so fast that it was amazing.

欻——

The bed curtain was pulled aside, and the person sitting on the bed instantly moved to the bedside, looking down at her condescendingly. His tall figure exuded an intimidating aura.

"Accept the punishment?!" Sheng Qing leaned over and held Yu Mian's chin with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and glared at her between her eyebrows with a sharp gaze. His tone suddenly became gentle and he asked, "How should Mian'er accept the punishment..."

"Would you like to talk to me?" She entered the bed, lowered the bed curtain, blinked her brows, and warm yellow candlelight lit up around her, illuminating the space.

Yu Mian looked at the situation and lightly touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue. Forget it, it has come to this. You can't catch the wolf without sacrificing the child.

"I'll let you do whatever you want with me... okay?" She shrank her neck timidly, her fingertips feeling cold.

My heartbeat quickened a little bit, and my throat moved slightly.

More than three hundred years old...it’s settled.

"Let me... deal with you?" Sheng Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips, but there was no ripple in the corners of his eyes, and his coldness was even stronger.

"So what do I say, that's what it is?"

"That being said, could you please not be so excessive..."

"Okay? Please..." She looked at Shengqing with eyes that were 100% sincere, staring at Shengqing like a dog, which gave her great satisfaction.

She is a coward who can bend or yield. If begging for mercy can gain her any good, she will definitely beg for mercy from Sheng Qing without hesitation.

Anyway, she likes to listen to it, and they are Taoist companions, so it can be considered a little bit of fun... She doesn't feel ashamed at all.

She didn't notice the doting smile in the eyes of the snake woman, who was full of evil intentions and was taking advantage of her.