Of course, Ren Qianqian couldn't understand the white fox's escape. Hiding outside the bathroom, the white fox instantly transformed into a handsome man. The man clung to the wall, looked down at his already hardened lower body, and then looked at Ren Qianqian.
Qian Qian has been submerged in the water, only her beautiful back is exposed.
His fingers struggled to move downward, but he forcibly stopped him.
Her eyes were moist, her white fox teeth were slightly biting her red lips, and there was a blush on her cheeks.
It was really, really beautiful. Even if he was born in the Fox Clan, which produces beauties, he had never seen a demon that transformed into a human being with such crystal clear skin.
He secretly took one last look at the beautiful back and long black hair through the bathroom partition. Lowering his head shyly, the handsome man bit his red lips and ran away like a teenager.
Ren Qianqian had no idea what was happening outside the bathroom. Soaking in the water, Ren Qianqian wiped the hoptuynia cordata on her arms.
Demons are thirsty for blood, and if they smell it, they don't know what big trouble they will cause. After carefully applying the snakehead fungus on his arm, Ren Qianqian slowly made an incision on the skin.
The blood flowed out slowly, immediately dyeing the water red. Although the blood flow from the wound was not small, Ren Qianqian did not feel any pain. Her technique had always been foolproof, and it was the same at this moment.
After the bloodletting, Ren Qianqian felt a little better. After being tortured all night, Ren Qianqian was so exhausted that she fell asleep in the warm water.
Anyway, if you don't use it for half an hour, the bleeding will stop automatically.
In her daze, Ren Qianqian felt her head hurt. There were some scattered fragments colliding in her mind. She saw a blurry figure standing in front of her among the flying flowers in the sky. That person seemed very good-looking, but she looked at it.
Those who didn't know the other person's face could only hear him say in a cool and warm voice: "Qian'er, true strength is the fearlessness of sorrow."
A dream, another dream, still the master’s dream.
Ren Qianqian's head hurt, but the fragments kept coming, more and more.
"My master is not a demon! He is not a demon! If anyone dares to touch my master, I will kill him!"
"Master! Please don't die! Master, what will Qian'er do if you die?"
"Qian'er, you are the only one in this world who can hold this group of demon records. This is the last thing that my teacher can give you. Qian'er, you have to remember that my teacher is not dead, and my teacher will always be by your side.
The master's sword will protect you and help you go to the ends of the earth."
"If you want to seize the demon genealogy! Kill me first!"
The Book of Demons is the last thing my master left me. If this is gone, I will no longer be able to live.
She opened her eyes in confusion, Ren Qianqian gasped for air, and her heart felt very uncomfortable. So... the master was gone? She could feel the gentleness of that person in her dream, and such a gentle person was no longer there.