"Brother Xiaotian, eat quickly! Let me tell you, this fruit is so good. I have eaten one in the past three years and I am not hungry yet!"
"And my strength has become stronger and my energy has improved. I don't feel sleepy even if I don't sleep."
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Not long ago, Yan Jing’s words rang in my ears and swirled in my mind, never dissipating for a long time.
"Of course you won't be hungry. You are a blood-devouring sword spirit. Eating this fruit will only accelerate the awakening of the other one...my silly Jingjing!"
This situation made me deeply moved, and bursts of self-talk echoed in my heart. At this moment, I missed Yan Jing even more.
"What are you thinking about? Brother Xiaotian..."
Suddenly, Jinjing stretched out both hands and grabbed my left hand, put it under her chin, and said in a greasy voice, "Let Jinjing guess, you must be thinking of me, right?"
"You know, it's not you!" I responded angrily.
This action of hers made me extremely uncomfortable, so I quickly pulled my hand out, but I didn't expect that Yanjing's grip was so tight, and no matter how hard I tried, she couldn't move at all.
Oh my God, I am one of the few cultivators who pays attention to physical cultivation on the road to immortality! My strength is my specialty, but at this moment, in front of Jingjing, I am as weak as a baby facing an adult.
"Little-God-Brother-Brother-don't be like this! Since your father has entrusted me to you, you must take good care of me!"
Jingjing called me a very long name, kept flirting with me, and flirted with me in a soft voice.
But looking at the gleaming lights in the depths of her eyes, this wasn't teasing. She was clearly treating me like a child and using me for fun!
If I hadn't had a relatively rich life experience in the real world, I would have been really embarrassed by her teasing me.
"Okay, Jinjing, let's stop making trouble. Brother, I have something to ask you!" I said with a serious face, but when I saw the sexy beauty holding my hand in front of me, who was two heads taller than me, I almost stopped.
"Brother Xiaotian, what are you talking about? Hanjing is listening!" Her face was filled with a warm smile and she stared at me with scorching eyes. The whole weight of her head was pressed on my hand.
"Jingjing, tell brother, is the castle owner a bloodthirsty slave?" I asked with a worried look on my face.
"Brother Xiaotian, why do you only ask the castle master? And not you and Yaoyao?"
Apparently my question was beyond what Yanjing expected, she asked with a surprised look on her face.
"It's just a feeling, and there are also some details that make me confused." I said, with a bit of doubtful uncertainty in my words.
"What about?" Yan Jing looked at me with a half-smile, and asked expectantly.
"First of all, Yaoyao and I are definitely not bloodthirsty slaves, I am very sure of this!" I looked into Hanjing's eyes and said seriously.
"Continue..." Yan Jing nodded in approval with a bit of a smile on her face, a bit of leisure.
Seeing her like this, I simply poured out all my doubts in one breath.
"I remember when the castle master first brought you back, there were only two people in the entire Dongfang Castle who were extremely interested in your origins. One of them was me and the other was Yaoyao."
"The castle owner's reaction was the same as that of other villagers. He seemed to be very familiar with you and acted particularly close to you."
"As you said, the villagers are all turned into bloodthirsty slaves, and the castle owner is also subconsciously influenced by you, and his behavior is also controlled by you to a certain extent."
"For example, I picked you up unexpectedly and carried you back to Dongfang Fort! But why didn't Yaoyao and I receive this impact?"
"I guess the biggest possibility is that we are different from them. We are not transformed into bloodthirsty slaves. It is difficult for you to exert influence."
"Of course, this is just a guess. Maybe it is to keep two sober people and make the living atmosphere of Dongfang Fort more real!"
"But just now when you were talking about the past, you were obviously stunned when you mentioned the castle owner."
"You have regained your consciousness, but you are still very concerned about the title of Grandpa, the Lord of the Castle, and are very uncomfortable with it, because in your consciousness, his identity is probably also a bloodthirsty slave, and he is not strong enough to bear the name of Grandpa from you!"
"As expected, from that sentence onwards, whenever you mention the castle lord, you will call him by his name directly, instead of calling out the castle lord's grandfather naturally like Junjing did before."
"You are conflicted!"
"Another point is that you have always been resentful about my father handing over the Beast Tooth Sword Spike of Blood-devouring Madness to the castle master, because in your mind, the castle master is just the sword slave of Blood-devouring Madness."
"As a result, he was awarded the sword spike without your knowledge at all, which made you feel threatened."
"Of course, there is something very confusing, which I only thought of after listening to you just now."
"The reason why you let the castle master face the entire group of monsters alone outside, but you were still unwilling to lend a helping hand to bring him here for shelter."
"Actually, it's not because you can't do it, nor because you believe in his strength, but because you know that as a bloodthirsty slave, he will never die!"
"Even if the Demon Ancestor lowers his face and suddenly attacks him, the castle owner will eventually return to this dimension like other villagers!"
"Am I right?" At this point, my tone had become a bit rude without even realizing it.
After all, the Yan Jing in front of me is very different from the Yan Jing in my heart. Whether it is the external body or the inner soul, it can be said that he is a completely different person.
If I hadn't taken into account that Jin Jing's consciousness was sleeping inside her body, and she might wake up one day in the future, I would have really planned to fall out.
Anyway, the Beast Tooth Bracelet has recognized me as its master. I don’t think she, as the blood-eating mad sword spirit, can really do anything to me.
No matter how weak I am, it won't be her turn to counterattack.
"Oh! When did brother Xiaotian become so powerful? It's so awesome!"
Jing Jing spread out my palm and rubbed it on her pretty face.
To be honest, if I were still the same as before, I would feel extra warm and full of warmth like my own sister.
But at this moment, I always feel that the sense of disobedience is too strong. Am I really too thin-skinned?
"You can point out so many details one by one. I don't remember Brother Xiaotian being so careful before."
"Okay, I'll let you answer it, Yan Jing! In fact, your guess is right or wrong!"
She rolled her eyes at me with a smile and said, "If Dongfang wins, I will be a blood-devouring slave, but I'm not!"
"How do you say this?" I asked, trying to stay calm.
Although Yan Jing has not yet given a very definite answer, it still makes me feel nervous. After all, it has been confirmed that the castle master is different from us.
"I say he is, because he is indeed a member of the bloodthirsty slaves!" Jingjing said firmly. (To be continued)