Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Fu Yian's eyes darkened, and he asked tentatively, "Does the woman you're looking for look like this?"

Yingzi looked at the photo on his phone, her expression unable to hide her surprise: "Master, how did you know it was her? I just wanted to absorb some purple energy to improve my cultivation, but I didn't expect to be tricked."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slap came over.

"Waste, I told you before that you can hurt me but not Wushuang. She is the woman in my heart."

"Watch carefully from now on. If you dare to do it again, don't blame me for being rude. You can do whatever you want to the others, but as long as you take care of the tail, I won't care about you."

Sakurako covered her face with her hands and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long time, he spoke: "Yes, I remember it."

Fu Yian squatted down and reached out to touch her face, his movements very gently: "Be obedient, I won't hurt you. Be careful when you go out hunting at night next time."

"Try to find an ordinary person. This is the imperial capital. People with special fates must have treasures on them. Don't let others kill you."

Yingzi looked at him with tears in her eyes and said aggrievedly, "Well, I will remember it, Master. I won't do it again."

"How could the woman the master likes have a magical instrument? Could she also be practicing Taoism? But I don't feel any Taoist power from her."

Fu Yian frowned and whispered, "I'll look into this matter. Don't worry about it. It's getting late, so go get some rest."

Sakurako returned to her room, lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

The next morning, I was woken up by the pain. The pain was deep in my soul, not just physical pain.

When he tore open the clothes, he saw that the stab wound was black and had a faint stench.

But it clearly healed last night, why is it still like this?

There was a flash of anger in Yingzi's eyes. She quickly packed up and went to look for someone, but Fu Yian was not there. She became angrier and her wound hurt more.

"Hiss, it hurts, damn that stinky Taoist priest."

I was in a bad mood and just walked around casually. When I saw the old lady, it was too late. I lowered my head and said guiltily, "Hello, grandma!"

Old Mrs. Fu looked at her and moved a little closer. She vaguely smelled something bad. She thought foreigners had strong body odor, but she didn't expect that the little girl also had it.

Subconsciously, he put it on his nose and reminded her softly, "Little girl, I told you before, you can walk around the front yard as you like, but the backyard is my place, don't come in."

"Go ahead, hurry to the front yard. And you... well, I'll have someone send you some flower petals. Even foreigners need to take showers regularly."

Sakurako twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Grandma, what do you mean?"

Mrs. Fu waved her hand and said calmly, "I don't mean anything special. I just want to kindly remind you that there's no shortage of water at home. You don't have to skip a bath to save water."

"I, I didn't skip a shower."

"But you stink. Young girls should be clean. How can you stink at such a young age? Even I, an old lady, don't smell as old as you."

Sakurako remained silent, turned around and walked towards the front yard.

She was afraid that if she didn't leave, the old woman would be cursed and die a miserable death.

He actually said she stinks!

After Sakurako returned to the room, she went straight into the bathroom and began to scrub her body. She looked at the wound on her shoulder, which was getting darker and larger, and she could vaguely see golden light flowing.

After peeling it open and taking a closer look, confirming that there was golden light inside, his face turned completely gloomy and he gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, that damned Eastern cultivator actually embedded a formation on my magical weapon. That's why my wounds haven't healed yet."

After washing and changing her clothes, Sakurako sat cross-legged on the ground to practice.

Until nightfall, the wound on her left shoulder did not continue to expand, but it did not heal either. The two forces were in a stalemate, and it was obvious that her spiritual power was at a disadvantage.

It’s okay, as long as she eats more souls, she will definitely get better.

In the quiet streets late at night, there are only scattered homeless people and drunkards who walk unsteadily and vomit while hugging trees from time to time.

In the alley, a drunk man went in and fell asleep on the ground. A gust of wind brought a chill.