All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Feng Ning approached slowly, hoarsely shouted: "Qing Lang?"

The little monster still buried its head in its knees without any reaction.

Fengning's heart sank.

He approached the little monster, touching its shoulder tentatively.

The little monster suddenly raised its head, its big eyes filled with panic and panic.

Feng Ning's lips trembled, but she couldn't say a word.

... Qing Lang doesn't know him anymore, he doesn't even know his name is Qing Lang now.

It was just seven days, just seven days, and he changed back to the monster he was 13 years ago.

Feng Ning suddenly felt that all of this was his fault, that he was too arrogant, that he thought that the method of dual cultivation was foolproof, and that he never realized that everything would change.

... It was he who ruined Qinglang again.

The little monster didn't seem to like people touching it, so it turned its head, bared its teeth fiercely and yelled at Feng Ning, trying to drive him away.

But Fengning didn't leave.

He even closed his eyes and hugged the little monster lightly.

The little monster's whole body froze.

But in the next second, it wanted to push Fengning away a little frantically, but seeing that it couldn't, it bit Fengning's shoulder viciously.

"……Well!"

Fengning shuddered in pain.

The sharp teeth of the little monster pierced his clothes, pierced his skin, and deeply embedded in his flesh and blood.

Blood flowed out, stained the white clothes, and fell into the mouth of the little monster.

It suddenly became quiet, blinked, licked its lips, as if it had discovered something delicious, then lowered its head, eagerly licking and sucking the blood from Feng Ning's wound.

Feng Ning suddenly remembered that when he first saw the little monster, that little monster was also eagerly sucking his blood.

...it turns out it likes this.

Feng Ning suddenly felt that the pain in her shoulder became insignificant.

He closed his eyes, continued to hug the little monster, patted its back, and smiled with his eyes bent.

The little monster that sucked Feng Ning's blood suddenly became docile, and it was not as hostile towards him as it was at the beginning. It even licked Feng Ning's wound lightly, trying to block the gushing blood hole.

...as if afraid that if the blood dries up, it won't have anything to eat next time.

Feng Ning cast some spells to heal the wound, and then rubbed the little monster's head.

The little monster didn't show any repulsion at all, and even gently rubbed against Feng Ning's palm.

So Feng Ning smiled and kissed its forehead again.

"Come home with me, okay?" Feng Ning said softly, "Come back with me, and I will continue to transform you back into a human, no matter what the price is."

The little monster tilted his head, as if he couldn't understand what he said.

Feng Ning stretched out her hand towards it.

The little monster blinked, and put its furry paws in Fengning's palm.

Feng Ning held it and stood up again.

After the little monster stood up, Feng Ning realized that it was nearly twice as big as it was 13 years ago, but it just kept curling up on the ground, so it wasn't very obvious.

It obediently took Feng Ning's hand and walked out of the cave.

The sun shone on it, and Feng Ning finally saw its appearance clearly.

The magic horns on its forehead grew by more than three or four times, like two daggers embedded in the top of its head, which looked sharp and dangerous.

As long as it opens its mouth, it will reveal its sharp and sharp fangs, which seem to be able to crush human bones.

But there are only these two places on it that look terrible.

Besides.

Its body was covered with a layer of soft silver-white down, but it was stained with some blood and mud, making it dirty.

Its big eyes were still gray, and the eyelashes trembled slightly like small fans.

It looked around uneasily, and the two fluffy pointed long ears moved sensitively.

Even though Qing Lang is a little monster, he is also a beautiful little monster.

Feng Ning took off a piece of hairball grass on top of its head, and then performed a cleaning technique to clean its entire monster, and the silver fluff also became clean, fluffy and fluffy.

But the little monster didn't realize that it was being picked up by someone. It just looked at a big rock in the northwest corner, and its hair exploded with nervousness.

Feng Ning waved his sleeves, and directly pulled out the monster behind the stone.

Sure enough, it was a poisonous stinger.

When Feng Ning first came over, it bared its teeth and roared at Qing Lang at the entrance of the cave, and now it is restless, hiding behind a stone and making an attacking posture, looking at Qing Lang.

...Maybe it was the same one 13 years ago.

Now it's time to seek revenge.

The poisonous stinger let out a roar, and the little monster's body froze for a moment, and it held Fengning's hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid." Fengning said softly.

Then he turned his head, cast a small spell, and sent the stinger flying.

The little monster slowly turned its head to look at Feng Ning, its fan-like eyelashes fluttered slowly as if stunned.

...How did Qing Lang become so cute even when he turned into a monster?

Feng Ning's heart was about to melt, and she couldn't help rubbing its head again.

The little monster tilted its head to allow him to knead, and then held Feng Ning's hand even tighter.

"what's this?!"

Qiang Lu looked at the little monster in front of her, almost unable to keep her mouth shut in shock.

"Qing Lang." Feng Ning took the little monster's hand and let him sit on the chair.

He said to Qianglu, "Don't be dazed, come and help me see what's going on with it."

Feng Ning frowned, briefly explained the situation to her, and then said: "On the way here, I also explored its meridians and spiritual power, but it was a bit strange, the Shangshen yang energy inside was still sufficient, but the disordered muscles and bones also began to It's about to move, and the evil spirit and yang energy inside seem to be confronting each other."

While listening to Fengning's words, Qianglu stared at the little monster curiously for a long time.

The little monster was also a little curious about Qianglu, and tilted his head to look at her.

Seeing how cute and cute it is, Qianglu even wanted to stretch out her hand to tease it, but just as she stretched out a finger, the little monster narrowed its eyes, showed its fangs, and tried to bite her.

...It turned out that it was only good to Fengning.

Qianglu withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and with Fengning's help, began to detect the meridian aura in Qinglang's body.

After she found out, she nodded and said, "You're right. It should be that the spirit-eating net was broken, and you didn't send Yang Qi to him for seven consecutive days, so those muscles and bones took the opportunity to mess up."

Qiang Lu paused, and frowned: "Actually, it's your fault that you sent Yang Qi too frequently and too quickly, allowing Qing Lang's body to adapt to a large and sufficient supply of Yang Qi. This time, there was no supply of Yang Qi. There is also no suppression of the Spirit Devouring Network, and the addition of the two, this is what went wrong."

Qiang Lu said: "The matter shouldn't be too serious, as long as you continue to send Yang Qi to him, he should be transformed into a human form after a while, and completely suppressed after a while, and this situation will never happen again gone."

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning pointed to the little monster next to him, and said with difficulty: "...but he looks like this now."

Even cute.

... It doesn't work either.

He Fengning is not a beast.

Qiang Lu glanced at Feng Ning: "Who said that the only way to convey Yang power is dual cultivation?"

Feng Ning was stunned: "...Could there be another way?"

If there is any other way, what the hell has he been doing for the past year? !

Qianglu: "I just discovered it too. If you don't believe me, Tantan, there is a new infusion of yang energy in his body."

Feng Ning probed, and it was indeed the case.

"This is……"

"This is the blood you let it suck just now." Qianglu said, "Your blood should have the same effect as double cultivation, but the effect may be smaller. Maybe ten bowls of blood is worth one double cultivation."

Feng Ning: "Bring the bowl."

Even though she had expected Fengning to say this, Qianglu was still taken aback: "...Don't you hesitate? This is your blood."

Feng Ning glanced at her, then touched the little monster's head, as if it was a matter of course.

"But this is Qing Lang's life."

Qinglang's current appearance cannot be seen by others, so Fengning brought it to the secret room of Duyu Pavilion.

The little monster is very obedient and likes to drink blood.

Slowly, it insisted on drinking blood for more than ten days.

The fur on its body is getting lighter and lighter, and its magic horns are getting shorter and shorter.

No. At 15 days, it doesn't look like a monster anymore.

The fluff on its body disappeared without a trace, and its ears returned to normal, but the magic horn on its forehead was still twice as long as before, and the fangs in its mouth could still easily cut through Feng Ning's skin.

It prefers to drink fresh blood than blood in a bowl.

It prefers to drink the blood from the neck to the blood from the wrist.

Seems like there's a bit more bleeding on the top.

Or luscious.

Once the little monster drank blood, it would drink for a long time, drink for a while, and rest for a while, so it always liked to sit on the bed and hug Fengning's waist, hang its head, and suck the blood from his neck.

Feng Ning always felt a little sleepy and tired at this time, but fortunately the blood sucked for a while, and he didn't feel the pain anymore, and sometimes, when the little monster was sucking his blood, he would sleep on his shoulder for a while.

The little monster won't wake him up after sucking his blood.

Instead, they often hug him and sleep together in bed.

The little monster likes to put his arms around Fengning's waist and bury his head in Fengning's neck when he sleeps.

This is exactly the same as his habit before turning into a monster.

Feng Ning likes this very much.

It's just that today...it seems a little different.

Feng Ning was woken up by someone pushing her.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Qing Lang's beautiful face.

Feng Ning blinked, subconsciously wanted to touch his forehead, and said in a daze, "Your magic horn has shortened again, it seems that it will be completely restored to its original shape soon, and you will also recover your sanity by then, right? "

When Qing Lang turned into a little monster, he was very obedient and cute.

But Feng Ning still wanted him to return to his original state quickly and regain his sanity.

"Do not touch me."

With a cold voice, the hand he had just touched Qing Lang's forehead was slapped down.

Qing Lang frowned, his eyes were as cold as ice.

Fengning's drowsiness disappeared instantly.

He was almost flustered with surprise, and said incoherently: "You...Qing Lang...you have recovered your sanity? That's great, really, I'll check on you first..."

Qing Lang pushed him away again, got off the bed and prepared to leave.

But the place was gloomy and closed, surrounded by walls, and he couldn't find the direction of the door.

Besides, the room was full of oddities and oddities.

There is a wall full of weapons, such as bows and arrows, whips, swords, and chains.

There was a wall full of medicines, and Qing Lang recognized a few of them here and there, all of which were forbidden medicines in this world.

There is also a huge cage in the corner, the whole body is golden, it is as tall as two people, I don't know what it is for.

The little unicorn he had caught for Feng Ning was also here, that little unicorn was fierce and irritable when facing him, wishing to bite him to death.But at this moment, Feng Ning is locked here, but she is as obedient as a puppy, sleeping in a corner with a small pillow on her head.

Qing Lang: "Where is this?"

Feng Ning said: "It's a secret room in Duyu Pavilion, I never brought you there before."

Qing Lang: "How do I get out?"

Feng Ning: "You can't get out, only I can open the door of this secret room."

Qing Lang narrowed his eyes: "You locked me up?"

He paused, and suddenly remembered that before he lost consciousness... he seemed to have turned into a monster.

He ran out of Guining Mountain at that time, but immediately, an uncontrollable force rushed out of him.

He was hot all over, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into the fire to roast.

Every bone felt as if it had been knocked off.

He hid in a woods, gritted his teeth and rolled over in pain, let out one sound after another... roars and wailings that seemed to be made by wild animals.

Pain fainted and woke up again.

Everything was different, fine silvery fuzz grew on his body, he grew sharp fangs, and his magic horns became noticeably longer.

...he was like a monster.

He would be stoned by passing kids just standing where he was.

In addition, it became difficult for him to think, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and as long as he thought about something, his whole head began to ache.

At this time, what Feng Ning said once came into his mind.

He said that he treated Qing Lang as an ordinary monster in the Killing Mountain and cut off his bones.

At the last moment of possessing spiritual wisdom, Qing Lang thought:

The monster should stay in the Killing Mountain.

The Death-killing Mountain is full of monsters, and it is the most dangerous place in the world.

It would be a good thing if he could stay inside and die.

He doesn't have to completely become a monster who has caused disasters everywhere and is reviled by others.

There is no need to see Fengning anymore.

The memory disappeared from that moment, and he also lost his sanity from that moment.

Only the overgrown horns and fangs in his mouth reminded that it wasn't just a nightmare.

Looking at this gloomy, claustrophobic prison-like secret room, Qing Lang suddenly realized something.

He raised his eyes to look at Feng Ning, his face turned pale, his hands were clutching the sheets, but his voice became colder and colder.

"Why, do you lock me here because you think I've become a monster, and if I let it out, it will harm the Six Realms?"

"No." Feng Ning patiently explained to him, "I just hid you here to heal your wounds, so don't think about running around, stay here for a while, and when you are completely cured, you will never become a doctor again. Monster."

"I want to go out." Qing Lang said coldly.

Fengning hesitated for a moment.

It stands to reason that Qing Lang's appearance is no different from that of a normal person now, the excessively long magic horns on his head can be covered up with Transfiguration, and his intelligence has also returned to normal.

but……

"...Impossible." Feng Ning looked into Qing Lang's eyes and said seriously, "If you go out, you will run away, and I won't be able to find you, and I won't be able to feed you any more medicine."

"I don't need you to treat me."

Feng Ning frowned: "Then it doesn't matter if you become a monster again?"

Qinglang looked at him coldly, as if looking at an enemy with whom he had a deep blood feud.

"As long as I don't have to see you again, it doesn't matter if I die."

Fengning was still very happy when Qinglang woke up, and was willing to stay with him and talk to him.

But now Qinglang doesn't want to communicate with him at all, and Fengning can't do anything about it.

Feng Ning had no choice but to sigh, and said: "You just woke up, your mind is not so clear, and today's medicine has been fed, you should rest for a while, I will come back tomorrow."

He wanted to touch Qing Lang's head as he had imagined a few days ago before leaving.

But Qing Lang looked at him with those cold eyes, making him feel that as soon as he touched Qing Lang, his hand bones would be bitten off immediately.

So Feng Ning had no choice but to withdraw her hand.

"See you tomorrow. There are some toys and playbooks in the box over there. If you feel bored, you can use them to relieve boredom."

Just when Qing Lang couldn't help but pick up the things at hand and hit Feng Ning, Feng Ning hurriedly used magic to open the secret room and left.

Qing Lang was so uncooperative even staying in the secret room, he must be unwilling to bite Feng Ning's neck.

So the next day, Feng Ning released her own blood in advance.

But the smell of blood is too strong here, as long as you are not blind, you can smell what it is immediately.

Qinglang hates him so much now, surely even his blood will reject him.

Fengning hesitated for a moment, then asked Qianglu for a medicine, and added it.

It turned the whole bowl of blood into an ordinary tonic.

But the bowl of blood was overturned as soon as it was served in front of Qing Lang.

Qing Lang raised his eyes to look at him, and scolded coldly:

"roll!"

Feng Ning tried to reason with him: "If you want to leave this secret room, you have to drink this medicine."

Qing Lang: "If I don't drink, will you imprison me forever?"

Feng Ning: "You will turn back into a monster."

Qing Lang sneered: "Then just turn into a monster, you can kill me, and I don't have to see you again."

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning sighed helplessly: "Qing Lang, don't lose your temper."

This sentence somehow ignited Qing Lang's nerves.

He exploded the pot instantly.

"I'm not losing my temper, I just hate you, I just don't want to see you again. Fengning, you're old, you've lived for tens of thousands of years, but I'm an adult now, I'm no longer a child, Can you stop treating me like a child?!"

Fengning was silent for a while.

He stood up: "I'll get you some more medicine."

But Qinglang still didn't drink.

Even if Feng Ning gave him a fixation technique and poured it into his mouth.

The moment the hold technique was released, he would immediately spit it out.

So there was a stalemate for three days.

Qing Lang didn't drink blood for three consecutive days, and the horns on his head grew longer.

In no time he would turn back into a monster.

But she still refused Fengning's tonic.

In the past three days, he has dropped no less than ten bowls of blood.

Feng Ning was finally exhausted.

He saw the "tonic medicine" that had been scattered all over the ground, and felt that the wound that had just been bled was starting to ache.

It really hurts.

Although the mouth had already been healed by his magic, but when he saw Qing Lang's cold eyebrows, he felt that the unabated pain was slowly pulling his skin and bones, and even his ribs began to ache.

Feng Ning covered her stomach in pain.

He looked at Qing Lang:

"You really don't drink medicine?"

"The medicine you gave, I feel sick when I smell it."

Feng Ning: "I'll ask you one last time, are you really not taking medicine?"

Qinglang looked at him coldly, with provocative eyes: "Don't drink. Even if you forced me down, I would use my spiritual power to force the medicine out. Instead of working hard to feed me the medicine, you might as well Slash me, this monster, to prevent future troubles."

Feng Ning took a deep breath and said hello several times in succession.

Then he turned around.

Qing Lang thought he was going to leave, but saw Feng Ning found a ten-thousand-year black iron golden light chain on the wall, and walked over with it.

Qing Lang froze for a moment: "...what do you want to do?"

Feng Ning didn't speak, but used spells to control the chain to bind Qing Lang's hands and feet.

In just a moment, Qing Lang was bound to the bed with his limbs wide open.

Qing Lang tried to break free, but couldn't do anything:

"Fengning?! What are you doing?! Do you still want to force me to drink medicine?"

Feng Ning: "Didn't you spit it out after being drugged?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

Feng Ning walked to the bed step by step, and stretched out her hand to untie her belt.

He raised his eyes to look at Qing Lang, and his tone became colder, not as gentle as before:

"Since you don't drink the medicine well, then I can only use other methods to help you replenish your Yang Qi."