Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

After Jing Shu was teleported away, Han Luo quickly treated the injury on her arm, then sat down and closed her eyes to recover her spiritual power, waiting for Jing Shu to return.

"thump--"

A heavy thud was heard as Han Luo opened her eyes and saw Jing Shu. She quickly went to check on him.

"Jing Shu?" Han Luo used the little spiritual power she had just recovered to examine Jing Shu's body.

There was nothing wrong, so why did she faint? Han Luo frowned slightly.

Just as she was about to probe again, a hand suddenly grabbed Han Luo's wrist.

"scene……"

Before Han Luo could ask him what was wrong, Jing Shu pinned her to the ground.

Jing Shu knelt on either side of Han Luo's waist, his hand still gripping Han Luo's wrist. Before Han Luo could ask a question, Jing Shu chuckled softly.

Jing Shu looked down at Han Luo from above, a smile playing on his lips, his tone casual, "It's back."

Han Luo's brows furrowed even more deeply. Jing Shu said something was wrong.

Han Luo's spiritual power was exhausted, and she could no longer maintain the Transformation Technique, so she slowly reverted to her original form.

Jing Shu raised his other hand and gently smoothed Han Luo's furrowed brows. "I've finally managed to come out, don't look so upset, Master."

At this moment, what occupies the body is the nascent soul.

Xu Yaoguang could never have imagined that by giving Jing Shu her few remaining spiritual essences, she had caused him to fall into a deep sleep. Without Jing Shu's suppression, the nascent soul also seized the opportunity to escape.

"Insolence!" Han Luo raised her hand and slapped away the hand that was messing with his face, but because she had exhausted her spiritual power, she was unable to break free from Jing Shu.

"Master is so heartless. He was so gentle with me before."

The Nascent Soul cultivator wasn't angry at being hit; for some reason, he even felt a little pleased.

He never beat them.

"Let me up." Han Luo struggled to no avail, so she stopped moving.

"No. You think I'll let you get up just because you tell me to?"

The nascent soul raised an eyebrow and bounced back and forth at Han Luo's bottom line.

Just as Han Luo was about to summon the Snow Condensation Sword, he saw Jing Shu grab his arm with a serious expression and tear open his sleeve, revealing the wound that had just been treated.

"!!!"

Han Luo had just uttered the word "traitor" when Jing Shu used a healing spell on his wound. In the blink of an eye, the wound had healed.

The nascent soul looked at its masterpiece with satisfaction.

Suddenly, a cool hand touched my face and then pulled hard.

"!"pain!

"What are you doing!" The nascent soul grabbed the arm, and a hand with distinct knuckles gripped Han Luo's two wrists, pinning them to Han Luo's head.

“You are Jing Shu.” Han Luo looked at Jing Shu seriously.

"Otherwise what?" the Nascent Soul said irritably.

“But you are not him.” Han Luo’s tone was extremely serious. “You are his inner demon.”

"..." The Nascent Soul was puzzled, shocked, and furious.

"I am not a demon!" the Nascent Soul roared.

“Even inner demons never admit to being inner demons.” Compared to Jing Shu’s exasperation, Han Luo was remarkably calm.

Anyway, Jing Shu wouldn't hurt him.

"I am not a demon in my heart, I am also 'Jing Shu'!"

Han Luo turned her head away, refusing to listen, saying it was like a turtle chanting scriptures.

Seeing Han Luo's unyielding attitude, the nascent soul laughed in exasperation, "Then I'll be the inner demon. Master, I am Jing Shu's 'inner demon,' and this 'inner demon' likes you and wants to marry you. Do you like me?"

Han Luo turned around, and her calm face, as still as a lake, finally showed signs of ripples.

That's right, the Nascent Soul also likes Han Luo.

If Xiao Jingshu represents the innocence of five-year-old Jingshu, then Yuanying represents the twenty-five-year-old Jingshu—a Jingshu filled only with hatred and evil.

Yet, it was through this very Jing Shu that Han Luo showed him trust and care, protected him when the world coveted him, and comforted him when he cried like a child.

Even without feeling any emotion, those memories are still etched into the Nascent Soul's heart.

Why? Why hasn't he experienced it?

Thus, the nascent soul left the ancient jade for the first time and returned to its original form.

Looking at Han Luo sleeping soundly in his arms, the Nascent Soul felt a different kind of thought. Even though Han Luo had offended him so much, he wasn't really angry.

But he didn't know what that feeling was, and even thought that he was crazy for willingly cooking.

Over the next year, he sensed emotions beyond hatred from the empathy Jing Shu conveyed to him: joy, happiness, helplessness, and even a hint of affection that Jing Shu himself was unaware of.

The nascent soul was momentarily at a loss as to how to process these emotions, until...

"Master is Master, and I like him or not."

A single sentence from Xiao Jingshu woke him up.

Yes, if you like something, you like it. Why make such a distinction?

He had fallen for Han Luo the first time he met him a year ago.

That's why the Nascent Soul was so angry when he saw Han Luo fighting tirelessly all night; and why he wanted to kill Xu Yaoguang so much when she revealed his constitution. His first thought wasn't what would happen to him if this secret were leaked, but rather the endless trouble it would bring to his master.

Did Xu Yaoguang's spiritual essence have no effect on him? Of course it did. Not only was Jing Shu in a deep sleep, but so was Xiao Jing Shu. Yet, he was still thinking about the injury on Han Luo's arm. Relying on his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, he forced himself to stay awake, wanting only to help heal him.

But how could Master possibly regard him as a demon in his heart?

As Yuan Ying looked at Han Luo's face, which had finally changed, he felt a mix of emotions.

He originally didn't want to say it...

Han Luo parted her thin lips slightly, but Yuan Ying covered her mouth.

"Master, please don't speak, Master." The nascent soul's voice trembled slightly. He didn't want to hear Han Luo say no.

Han Luo could feel the hand covering his hand trembling, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

The nascent soul gently rested its head on Han Luo's shoulder, and after a long while, it slowly spoke.

“Master, I know you were awake that morning on the spirit ship,” the Nascent Soul said softly. Jing Shu was preoccupied with what to do and didn’t realize that Han Luo was also awake at that time. Only the Nascent Soul saw that Han Luo, who had turned around, slightly moved her eyelids.

Han Luo's body tensed slightly.

"I know that for the past ten days, you've pretended to be asleep every night, waiting for me to throw myself into your arms so you can rub my ears and tail to your heart's content while I'm asleep. Master, is my tail nice to touch?"

The Nascent Soul sensed Han Luo's body becoming increasingly tense. It couldn't help but chuckle softly.

A magnetic laugh echoed in her ears, and Han Luo felt a tickle in her ears.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from deep within the palace.

The nascent soul raised an eyebrow. So, they've already found the right person? That's fast.

Knowing that time was running out, the Nascent Soul released Han Luo's hand and helped her up.

Han Luo rubbed his temples, as if trying to smooth out his chaotic thoughts. He didn't know if Jing Shu was currently suffering from inner demons, or what those words he had said...

The nascent soul grasped Han Luo's hand, which had been rubbing her temples, and removed it.

"Stop rubbing it, it's all red."