The immortals and demons have been grudges for a long time.
For so many years in the Immortal Sect, what he heard most was the resentment against the demons. If the master knew that he had private dealings with the demons, he would definitely be angry.
"You miss your master again!" the man roared unhappily, "Do you know her true face?"
Touching the bottom line, Xie Weiran's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he quickly attacked the man with his sword, making fatal moves.
"Little brat!"
The man cursed angrily and moved quickly. After a few moves with Xie Weiran, he waved his sleeve angrily and threw out a cloud of mist.
The mist enveloped Xie Weiran and carried him into an illusion.
"Take a good look for yourself!"
A man's angry voice came from the air, and then disappeared.
Xie Weiran opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with snowy white. He looked around and found that he was kneeling in the ice room.
This is the Ice Room in Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty.
The cold wind in the ice room was biting, the ice was three feet deep, and there was white mist everywhere.
His body is slowly being frozen.
A cold current rose up from the soles of the feet and quickly spread to the whole body. The temperature of the body became lower and lower until the spiritual field stagnated.
Xie Weiran gritted his teeth and used his martial arts to resist, but the ice energy was so powerful that he could not break it.
Soon a woman appeared in front of her, holding a long whip in her hand, walking towards Xie Weiran step by step.
"Master..."
Xie Weiran looked at the person walking towards him in surprise and couldn't help shouting, but found that his voice was hoarse.
The woman looked at him with a cold face, her eyes full of contempt and disdain, and without speaking, she swung the long whip at him.
Soon the skin and flesh burst open, and red plum blossoms bloomed on the white snow.
"Isn't there blood?" the woman mocked.
There was no sympathy or pity in her eyes, only a deep disdain.
After saying that, the woman took out the syringe and continued to draw his blood, squeezing the wound hard, completely ignoring that he was already dying.
His whole body ached, and the tearing pain made Xie Weiran's scalp numb.
Looking at the face of the woman in front of him, he had already stirred up a thousand waves in his heart.
His voice became hoarse, and he called Master again and again, but there was no response.
The woman got what she wanted and left indifferently, "You are so useless, I really regret accepting you as my disciple!"
The young man stood up suddenly and ran after her.
The woman stopped, glanced at Xie Weiran coldly, flicked her clothes, and snorted: "Demon vampire, you really make me sick!"
Xie Weiran gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red, "Master! I'm not, my disciple is not a demon..."
not like this!
The picture suddenly shattered and returned to the woods just now.
The young man was covered in black energy, and there was a tearing pain between his eyebrows. He covered his forehead and could not recover for a long time.
The man in black floated in the air with satisfaction, folded his arms, and looked down at Xie Weiran: "How? You said she is not a good person, but you are still stupid..."
Before he finished speaking, a powerful black air column spurted towards the man in black, and he turned several somersaults.
"puff--"
The man in black suddenly ran out of the water, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already somewhere outside Qingxuanzong Mountain.
Only with the nauseating stench filling his nose and his face covered with mud did he realize the situation he was in.
"You bastard, you actually threw me into a ditch!"
…
Xie Weiran fell on the spot, his master's words echoing in his mind. Those images were like sharp knives cutting through his skin, gouging out blood and flesh, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He is not a demon.
He has nothing to do with the demons.
But the sudden burst of superpower just now made him realize clearly that he was indeed a monster. This superpower also hurt his master when he was a child.
What should I do...what should I do?
The red flame on the young man's forehead was as red as blood, shining brightly, and his delicate face was full of panic.
no!
I can no longer immerse myself in that nightmare.
He also wants to prepare delicious food for Master.
Xie Weiran bit his lip, forced himself to stand up, and walked towards the front hall step by step.
He must rush back as soon as possible.
"Little princess, are you there?"
Zhu Yu made out a few message paper cranes and scattered them in the back mountain, looking forward to receiving a reply.
888: [Hey~ Yu Bao has never called Xiao Ba like this before]
Zhu Yu: "I meant it in a derogatory way, be good and don't listen."
The little devil is delicate, expensive, and always loves to cry, but he is not just like the little princess.
888:【Oh...】
Human language is so complex.
Zhu Yu knew where Xie Weiran loved to stay, so he ran straight to the back mountain when he came back. But when he stepped on the stone steps, he faintly noticed the unusual evil spirit in the air.
Zhu Yu's expression changed and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
This member of the demon clan was so bold that he went directly to Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty.
"Xiaoba, did something happen to the little devil?"
888:【emmm Something happened to him just now, but he's fine now.】
Zhu Yu: “Ah?”
She was confused when Xie Weiran appeared in front of her.
The young man's face was slightly pale. When he saw her, his peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, and he smiled and called: "Master."
Zhu Yu knew that he was trying hard to look normal, but he didn't know that the red flames between his eyebrows were flashing majestically.
She didn't know how to ask for a while, so she had to hand him what she was holding.
"Can you spend two bunches of candied haws on a stick to persuade Ran'er to forgive you, Master?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then his cheeks were stained with a faint blush.
As soon as she opened her mouth, she directly tore apart the cold and evil images that were entangled in his mind, and all the scars on his body were soothed.
The sun shone through the gaps between the leaves and fell on the white-clothed immortal, just like that day when she tore through the dark sky filled with evil spirits. With a gentle smile on her lips, she walked towards him firmly like a god descending from the mortal world.
Reaching out to him again and again.
This is his master.
After the young man took the candied haws, Zhu Yucai stretched out his hand and gently covered his forehead, and asked softly: "What happened?"
The sweet and sour taste spread in his mouth. When Xie Weiran saw the master raising his hand with some effort, he immediately leaned down and put his head against her palm, rubbing it obediently.
The young man lowered his eyes and murmured: "It's nothing."
Zhu Yu patiently guided: "If something happens, be sure to call me your teacher. Don't carry it alone."
Xie Weiran's chewing movement in his mouth slowed down. He grabbed Zhu Yu's hand that was transmitting spiritual power to him, raised his eyes, and stared into Zhu Yu's eyes seriously, "Master, this disciple really has nothing to do with the demon clan."
With that said, Xie Weiran told her the whole story.
Based on my master's cultivation, I must have guessed that there are demons in the back mountain.
He was afraid, afraid that she would become like the person in his memory, looking at him with only indifference and disgust in her eyes.
"Huh?" Zhu Yu was stunned.
In the future, the Demon Lord will sever ties with the Demon Clan. Isn’t this really a joke?
The woman's slightly calm expression made him completely panic. He quickly put the uneaten candied haws into the storage ring, grabbed her hand and put it against his face, his voice was trembling, and he begged: "Master, do you believe it?"
how am I?"
The little devil may have misunderstood something and is emotionally unstable.
Zhu Yu did not break away from him. Instead, he rubbed the top of his hair with his other hand and said in a gentle tone, "I have only one disciple as my master, so naturally I believe everything I say."
Xie Weiran burst into tears of joy.
He threw himself into her arms and hugged her tightly.
"Master, this disciple will be obedient in the future."
Zhu Yu was stunned. This seemed to be the first time he had hugged her like this since he grew up.
Some hidden emotions came out like ground, occupying her heart, making her soften unconsciously, and a warm current flowed in her heart.
This world is a bit troublesome. How can she find the right time to change roles?
From master and disciple to lover... I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it.
Xie Weiran clearly felt the stiffness of the person in his arms, a trace of loss condensed in his eyes, and his heart was filled with bitterness.