My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

She had finally been able to see Jiang He again, so how could she leave so easily?

"Stupid servant..."

In the void in the corner of the bed, a pink-haired little girl hugged her knees in a daze. The sword intent permeated her whole body and lingered for a long time. Even her little face was covered with dirty blood.

She watched the man scratching his head in distress, tossing and turning in bed, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, the corners of her lips curled up sweetly:

"You obviously like the master... why are you shy, um..."

Just the slightest expression would cause the sword energy to hit her face, causing the little girl's face to wrinkle into a bun due to the pain. She carefully stroked the sword wound on her waist and abdomen, and a few crystal tears suddenly fell.

"The master is in pain, why don't you help him..."

……

"At 8:5 AM on May 24, the Meteorological Observatory solemnly issued a typhoon red alert, warning the public and relevant departments that an unprecedented super typhoon is rapidly approaching the coastline. Its power and impact are unprecedented in history..."

"Tap-tap-tap-"

Dark clouds, layer upon layer, enveloped the entire city, dimming the neon lights. Raindrops pounded against the windows, leaving behind winding streaks of water.

Jiang He lay on the bed with a splitting headache, as if he had lost all strength to get up. He barely stretched out his trembling hand, groped for the switch beside the bed, and pressed it hard.

After a brief flicker, the incandescent lamp finally lit up with a dazzling white light.

"This is where?"

The computer screen next to the curtain was emitting a faint light, and next to it was a large bottle of half-empty iced black tea, and at the foot of the table there was some leftover Chinese takeout.

It all seems familiar.

Jiang He rubbed his head and stared blankly at the computer screen.

There were densely packed things on the screen that looked like tiny mosquitoes crawling, and the title read: "Kill the Ancient Totem!"

In the lower right corner of the computer, a warning pop-up window was popping up, and the warning was still playing automatically.

“Knock, knock, knock—Dad, are you up?”

A girl knocked softly on the door, and Jiang He subconsciously asked:

"who are you?"

The girl outside the door was silent for a moment, and then replied in a childish but sad voice: "You are sick again...

After saying that, she quietly pushed open the door.

"This is..." Jiang He's pupils shrank.

The whole world was shrouded in the shadow of the impending typhoon, but the girl in front of him was a bright color that stood out from the crowd.

She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and her long black curly hair was tied up, revealing her graceful white neck.

On her small face, her facial features were delicate and flawless, and a pair of black almond-shaped eyes were looking at her steadily.

The only drawback is...

No matter how sad the girl's voice was, her face remained indifferent and expressionless.

Violate.

This word floated through Jiang He's mind. Apart from the girl's appearance, this was another thing that made her out of place in the world.

Just like the exquisite doll, it has lost all emotions and soul.

"Last night, we had takeout again..."

The girl sighed as expected, holding a bowl of steaming chicken soup and sitting beside Jiang He's bed.

"Dad, have you eaten yet? The school has announced a holiday, so you can spend the next few days with me."

She pinched the spoon and took a sip of the soup.

The cherry pink lips were moistened by the soup, making them look even more tender.

"Hmm... not hot."

The girl tilted her face cutely, scooped a spoonful gently, and passed it to Jiang He's lips.

"Ah~"

It’s hard to explain why, but Jiang He subconsciously opened his mouth and ate the food handed to him by the strange girl without any resistance or vigilance.

A faint fragrance from the girl filled the air in the mouth.

"Eh?"

The girl suddenly opened her mouth slightly in surprise, her eyes fell on Jiang He's body, and her expressionless little face blushed quietly.

Jiang He was anxious: "This morning, everything is normal..."

"It's okay, Dad, take your time to eat. This is the chicken soup I worked so hard to make."

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Jiang He. Her crystal earlobes and neck were flushed with shyness.

Jiang He took the porcelain bowl from the girl's hand in a daze and started eating in small bites.

"crunch-"

The girl bent her knees and pressed on the bed, moving quietly like a pliable cat. She noticed the man's gaze, pursed her lips, and became more afraid to look at the man.

She held the quilt in her hands and used her small body to skillfully tuck Jiang He in.

"and many more!"

Jiang He looked at the quilt that was suddenly tucked in with astonishment. A pair of warm and soft little hands had quietly pressed down the corner of the quilt.

"Dad...eat, I worked so hard to prepare that."

"--good,"

Jiang He stiffly ate mouthful after mouthful of the chicken soup made by the girl herself. There was a small bulge in the quilt at the end of the bed, and the girl inside was massaging Jiang He's feet.

"Well, Jin'er's foot massage, does it feel good to Dad? I've practiced it before."

Jiner? ?

Just at this moment, thunder roared outside the window, illuminating the room in white.

Above the sky, it seemed as if a divine sword slashed through the night sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and a long and narrow sword mark was left like a tide.

"Witch, since you are seducing me with your beauty, I will kill you now!"

Faintly, a man's cold voice echoed.

However, all this seemed to be just an illusion, and in an instant, the thick dark clouds closed again completely.

But this voice seemed familiar. He had heard someone shouting like this before when he was escaping with someone...

"Om-"

It felt as if a bead was hovering in the abdomen, and waves of warmth flowed through the kidney meridian. At the same time, the weak body generated a burst of strength out of nowhere.

What kind of strength?

It seemed that Jiang He could collapse the building with just one kick.

No...bead? Xuanhuang bead?

Jiang He's consciousness gradually sank into darkness. Faintly, he heard the girl pounding the bed angrily.

……

"Knock, knock, knock! Jiang He! You lazy bastard, hurry up and get up!"

Feng Susu pursed her lips and shouted gloomily.

She was scared to death by the thunder yesterday!

She originally wanted to call Jiang He to come and keep them company, but he was sleeping so soundly that she was embarrassed to wake him up. So she had to go back to bed dejectedly.

"Ah? He's still sleeping? Humph, he's even lazier than me!"

Feng Yi yawned, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and asked seemingly casually,

"Hey, where's the little girl you were holding? Why didn't I see her just now?"

It's strange. With how much love and care Susu has for Jin'er, how could she let Jin'er run around alone?

Fengyi suddenly felt a little worried.

"Jin'er? I wanted to let her sleep a little longer, so I didn't call her. Isn't she in bed?"

The blonde girl was so scared that she covered her chest and her face turned pale.

Feng Yi was not much better, she said angrily:

"Ah? You can lose sight of such a grown-up child? You..."

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, a girl coughed in Jiang He's room.

Chapter 338 Jiner, I want to sleep

"Well."

As if he still had a hangover, Jiang He woke up drowsily again.

The light in the house was dim and soft. The morning light filtered through the cracks in the carved wooden windows, scattering on the dying flower in the blue and white porcelain vase. A drop of water dripped from the tip of the drooping leaves to the ground.

Outside the window, Shangjing, which had experienced the raging sword energy and torrential rain, regained its vitality overnight.

"Uu——"

The sound of hurried horse hooves broke the tranquility of the early morning. The carriages crushed the accumulated rain. A few servants were busy clearing the corpses on the long street. They worked together to throw the cold bodies into the carriages one by one.

Some relatives wailed and tried to pull at the deceased's clothes, but they were met with a ruthless kick from the palace servants and a mouthful of contempt.

"call out--"

From time to time, there were groups of streaks of light on the horizon. They were the monks of the Divine Inspiration Sect, hurrying over from the east.

The east is the border between Zhuming Domain and Qingyang Domain. Although the Shanfa Palace has moved westward, there are still monks from the Shengan Sect stationed in the east.

Among them, a stream of light fell on the street outside Jiang He's window.

"Greetings to the Immortal!"

The government officials who had been so arrogant a moment ago now fell to their knees as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and they all knelt on the ground, their heads pounding.

Although the monk was just a pretty girl, she had an angry aura. She swept her eyes across the corpse on the ground and asked coldly, "Is this the mortal who died under Xiao An's sword yesterday?"

"Reporting to the Immortal, that's right! The king has ordered that if the sword spirits of these corpses are not dispersed, they may become a serious threat. He ordered us to destroy the corpses."

The leading servant reported cautiously, not daring to raise his head or cast a disrespectful look at the immortal in front of him.

"This really caused great trouble for the Holy Son!"

Xiao He shouted angrily in a low voice, extremely angry at Xiao An.

She lifted the corpse's eyelids with her scabbard, only to see that its eyeballs were eroded. Sword energy was running rampant in the body, devouring the blood and energy in the corpse and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth. Once the sword energy became stronger, it would break out of the body and carry out an indiscriminate massacre once again.

Although it is difficult to cause harm to cultivators, it is fatal to mortals.

"Han Anmeng is kindhearted. He even ordered the officers to clean up the bodies immediately to avoid hurting the civilians."

Xiao He sneered, his voice as cold as if it was poisoned.

How could she believe that Han Anmeng had any good intentions?

Thinking of this, Xiao He said sternly:

"Stop! The dead should be buried in peace. How can their bones be destroyed and their souls be destroyed, and they will never be reincarnated? The dead are gone, how can the living be left with more sorrow? We in the Shanfa Hall cannot bear to see this tragedy happen, so let his family members claim him!"

"This……"

Several officers looked at each other with hesitation.

The young man who had been crying bitterly just now rolled and crawled at Xiao He's feet and kowtowed repeatedly:

"Thank you very much, Immortal! Thank you very much, Immortal!"

In the world of cultivation, there is the Way of Heaven, and the people all believe in reincarnation. They firmly believe that the dead should be buried intact so that they can be reincarnated in the next life. Therefore, how could they be willing to let their loved ones be gathered together and their bones crushed and ashes scattered?

In Shangjing, there was wailing everywhere, and from time to time people tried to snatch corpses from the officers. Xiaohe saw all of this.