Chapter 13 It turns out that Mingjian wanted to be his raccoon dog.

Mingjian: "..."

Can he refuse to answer this question?

He turned around, subconsciously pursing his lips and creating some distance between himself and Xiao Bumian. "Did you hear what I was saying just now?"

It's also his fault for thinking no one was around and asking the system directly. If he had asked with his divine sense from the beginning, none of this would have happened.

Xiao Bumian felt no guilt at being caught red-handed; he had wanted to see if Mingjian would slip up. Unexpectedly, before he could even perform a soul search, the little good-for-nothing had already given himself away.

"Is that not allowed?" Xiao Bumian asked.

That definitely won't work!

But the person on the other end is a yandere, a pervert, so Mingjian can only tell himself to be more patient.

Since there was nothing he couldn't say, Mingjian thought for a moment and then truthfully said, "The system is my inner demon."

Xiao Bumian leaned forward slightly, looking directly into Mingjian's eyes, "I can only tell the truth."

Mingjian blinked, puzzled. "I'm just telling the truth."

After saying that, Xiao Bumian stopped talking and just stared silently into Mingjian's eyes.

I didn't lie.

But it was clear that he had already used mind-reading techniques.

Xiao Bumian straightened up and chuckled, "So you've fallen into demonic possession?"

If a cultivator falls into demonic possession, it will become a disgrace to the cultivation world if such a thing becomes known to those with ulterior motives. The entire sect will sever ties with the cultivator and may even personally abolish their cultivation and imprison them on the Cliff of Repentance as punishment.

When an ordinary cultivator falls into demonic possession, they can only suppress it with the Mind-Cleansing Mantra and try their best to conceal it. They would also try to eliminate distracting thoughts and cleanse themselves of demonic energy, and there is absolutely no way they would tell other cultivators about it.

But Mingjian inexplicably felt that Xiao Bumian was never a good person to begin with, and whether he became a demon or not made no difference to him, so Mingjian honestly admitted, "Yes."

Xiao Bumian didn't seem surprised at all. Instead, he said sarcastically, "A mere Qi Refining cultivator has already developed a mental demon."

Mingjian secretly rolled her eyes at him, then turned and left.

A wise person doesn't hold grudges against a petty person!

At worst, he could just not talk to Xiao Bumian all day; after all, it wasn't him who was secretly sad.

Xiao Bumian's lips tightened, and he looked at Mingjian's back with a gloomy expression. He scoffed lightly, and the celadon teacup on the table suddenly cracked with a "clang" without warning.

Is he throwing a tantrum?

The sword spirit wrapped around the bone chain gradually condensed into a small red figure, which sat on Xiao Bumian's shoulder.

Blade Spirit: "I really want to kill him. I really want to kill him."

Xiao Bumian remained silent.

After a long while, he raised his hand and tore the sword spirit to pieces, his eyes filled with an unfathomable glint. "I don't want to kill him anymore. Don't you think he looks like that cat we used to keep?"

As Xiao Bumian spoke, he cut his palm. Before the blood could fall, the bone chains hidden in mid-air frantically wrapped around his wound. In a short while, the bloodstains disappeared, and the dissipated demonic mist flowed back as if flowing backward, reforming into a new little figure.

The sword spirit said, "I like it."

Xiao Bumian frowned, dissatisfied with the answer, and sneered, "You good-for-nothing."

He raised his hand, intending to repeat his old trick, tear the sword spirit to pieces and remake it, but he hesitated before he could do so, finding it troublesome, and withdrew his hand and stepped out.

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When Ming saw the building downstairs, only Song Heyu and Gu Zhi were in the main hall.

Gu Zhi, holding his sword, raised an eyebrow slightly. "His cultivation is lacking, but his attitude is acceptable."

Mingjian: "..."

Haha, actually, the first half of the sentence is unnecessary.

After waiting another quarter of an hour, Xiao Bumian also came down. Song Heyu counted the number of people and asked the male cultivator in the corner, "Senior brother, hasn't Song Yao come down yet?"

The male cultivator shook his head. "He was still sleeping when I came down. I called him, but it will probably be a while before he wakes up."

Song Heyu nodded, "I'll go up and take a look."

Mingjian hadn't slept well all night, and even after trying to stay awake for a while, he still felt sleepy. Seeing that Song Heyu had gone upstairs, he wanted to find a place to lie down for a while.

I looked around but couldn't find a suitable place.

Xiao Bumian had been staring at Mingjian ever since he came downstairs, wondering what the little good-for-nothing was looking for. Was it the person behind him?

"What are you looking for?" Xiao Bumian suddenly asked.

Upon hearing his voice, Ming blinked a few times, "Find a place to sleep."

Xiao Bumian dropped the faint smile that usually graced his face, a vague sense of unease rising in his chest. It was the truth, after all.

"Why? You already slept last night," he asked again.

Ask, ask, ask, are you a walking encyclopedia of questions?

Mingjian gets furious just thinking about it. If it weren't for that nightmare last night, would he have been unable to sleep?

Ming glanced at Xiao Bumian with a hint of resentment, but after carefully considering his words, he forced a smile and said, "I had a nightmare."

Xiao Bumian paused for a moment, then looked at Mingjian's expression and suddenly understood. So it was because of last night's dream.

But Mingjian is really strange. Wasn't that dream he had last night? Although he entered Mingjian's dream, he didn't interfere with its direction. Mingjian is the only soul he can't search, and he's genuinely curious about him.

Whose orders is this person following?

So he added a dream-inducing agent to the calming incense burning in Mingjian's room and entered Mingjian's dream. He originally intended to take this opportunity to find the person behind Mingjian. Only after entering the dream did he discover that it was a warm, fragrant red tent.

Xiao Bumian chuckled, finding the little good-for-nothing more interesting than those boring old men. He immediately abandoned his idea of ​​using spiritual power to alter Mingjian's dream and wanted to see how the little good-for-nothing would handle the dream.

When Xiao Bumian saw the iron chains on Mingjian's wrists and ankles, he was even a little disappointed. If he were to tie him up, he would definitely use bone chains instead of iron chains.

The dream unfolded little by little as Mingjian's consciousness progressed, until Xiao Bumian bit Mingjian's neck, at which point Xiao Bumian finally came to her senses.

It turns out that Mingjian wanted to be his raccoon dog.

In his memory, he had also raised a raccoon dog when he was young. The raccoon dog was very small and white. It always liked to pester Xiao Bumian to scratch its chin and rub its face against him.

It was hot and soft.

But seeing that it was now a nightmare, Xiao Bumian was in a good mood, thinking it was a real pity, as he had managed to get a good night's sleep last night.

Xiao Bumian suddenly approached and raised his hand to rub Mingjian's head.

Hmm, it does feel quite nice. It does resemble a raccoon dog somewhat.

Mingjian: "...?"

His pupils contracted sharply, and he looked up at Xiao Bumian with disbelief.

What is he doing?!

Get your pig's trotters away!

This person had endured for so long, but finally couldn't resist and took action.

Mingjian froze on the spot, his fair cheeks turning a rosy hue at a visible speed, even the tips of his ears turning blood red.

Doesn't Xiao Bumian know that a man's head shouldn't be touched casually?

That pervert!

Mingjian silently ignored Xiao Bumian's gesture that seemed to be petting a cat, and mentally tried to justify it to him. He was almost a thousand years old and still hadn't experienced love, so it was normal that he didn't know how to pet a head. His only reference was petting a cat.

Seeing Mingjian's face turn as red as an apple, Xiao Bumian asked in confusion, "Is this not allowed either?"

Mingjian: "..."

Can't!

Who said it's okay?

But when he met Xiao Bumian's unfathomable eyes, Mingjian unconsciously recalled the dream from last night. In the dream, Xiao Bumian trapped him in a red tent, his usually cold eyes now tinged with a stubborn darkness. "You are so disobedient... If you are disobedient, I can only treat you like this every day."

Mingjian: "…………"

As if possessed, he nodded and said uncontrollably, "Okay."

The gloom that had settled in Xiao Bumian's eyes faded, and he smiled as if he didn't mind, saying, "That's good."

The little good-for-nothing seems to genuinely want to be his raccoon dog. Xiao Bumian's breathing quickened as he excitedly anticipated a long and interesting period ahead, and his tone became much lighter.

Mingjian realized what he had said, but it was too late to take it back. However, after thinking about it, he realized that apart from always being taken advantage of by the lecherous man, he hadn't said anything he shouldn't have. So he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he could vaguely smell a faint, almost imperceptible odor of blood. The smell was so faint that it was almost undetectable unless you looked closely.

Perhaps because the atmosphere between the two was quite pleasant at that moment, Mingjian asked, "Are you injured? I think I can smell blood on you."

Xiao Bumian raised his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and said in a good-natured tone, "No, I just went out and killed a few people this morning."

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