"I don't know what to do!" Ling Feng raised his head, tears streaming down his face, with a hint of self-righteousness: "Anyway, I'm a fugitive now, I can't go anywhere, and if I go out, I'll be killed by the people of the temple. Although... no matter what, I did it to help you. I'm just a weak and frail doctor, and I fought against those burly cultivators for you! Jun Liuyue, can't you have a little compassion? Waaaa, how am I going to live from now on?"

As he spoke, Ling Feng hugged his head again, immersing himself in his own world of pain.

Liu Yue's lips twitched, and she said in a serious tone, "I will take responsibility for you."

Ling Feng: ?

She looked up in surprise, "No need to go... no need to go!"

Could it be that this female demon has taken a liking to his delicate body?

"Why are you so terrified? You can continue to be a first-level physician in the Brahma Sect," Liu Yue said coldly. "Also, stop crying like a weakling."

Calling him a woman is an insult to women! He's just a weakling.

"You should have said so earlier! Ouch, my head!" Ling Feng rubbed his head. "Then where do I live?"

"You live with Mu Fan, go find Mu Fan yourself!" Liu Yue rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on, and really wanted to kick this bastard away.

Tolerate!

Hold on!

"Alright." Ling Feng left happily. A first-level physician from the Brahma Sect? Seems pretty good.

As long as Jun Liuyue remains standing, the Brahma Sect will be his refuge. But if Jun Liuyue falls, then... he'll run!

Although his cultivation level is low, he has countless ways to escape.

After Ling Feng left, Jun Liuyue felt her headache ease a bit.

Just then, a cool voice sounded from behind.

"They're homeless too, Sect Master, why don't you consider taking one in? They can sleep in the same room as you, they're easy to take care of."

A familiar scent wafted by, accompanied by a man's aggrieved murmurs.

The man gently tugged at Liuyue's clothes.

Jun Liuyue turned around and saw Yin Ming's face, which was so handsome it was outrageous, and he was now putting on a wronged look, as if she were the bully.

The mighty Demon Lord has been reduced to a pitiful little thing.

"Ah Ming." Liu Yue's lips twitched slightly, and the next second, she threw herself into his arms.

The man's embrace was broad and reassuring; as long as she leaned against Yin Ming, she felt a sense of relaxation she had never experienced before.

In her heart, she had long since categorized Yin Ming as one of her own, and she never put any guard up against her own people.

"What a messy little girl. She's naughty."

Looking at Liuyue's head, it was a mess, like a chicken coop.

"Hehe, it's just that the wind was too strong when I came back from Tianxuan Pavilion."

Leaning against the man's chest, even the cold night wind seemed so gentle.

Yin Ming helplessly combed her hair, his five fingers forming a comb as he gently combed it.

Liu Yue felt no pulling sensation at all. Yin Ming's movements were very gentle, as if he were holding some kind of porcelain. However, to Yin Ming, Liu Yue was a rare treasure.

Even the gentlest tug was enough to avoid hurting her.

Does it hurt?

"It doesn't hurt." Liu Yue found a comfortable position in Yin Ming's arms.

Yin Ming's lips curled up slightly as he magically produced a hair tie.

The hair tie complemented the color of her clothes perfectly, was made of high-quality material, and even had a healing effect.

Upon learning that the demon race possessed this item, Yin Ming immediately sought it out. This material was typically used to craft weapons such as demon whips.

Because it's so precious! The power it unleashes is in no way inferior to that of a divine artifact!

But the mighty Demon Lord actually turned into a soft, gentle creature and used this thing to make a hair tie!

If those old-fashioned demons knew about this, they would probably curse it as a waste of resources.

"Oh, right."

Liu Yue reached out and lifted a strand of Yin Ming's dark hair, gently playing with it between her fingertips.

A gentle breeze wafted by, and her hair was imbued with her unique scent.

"Where did this Spirit Brocade come from? I heard that there was one in the Spirit Realm back then."

Liu Yue originally guessed that Yin Ming got it from Bai Yichen.

However... Bai Yichen definitely wouldn't give it to her, but it still ended up in Yin Ming's hands and eventually ended up being worn by her. Later, when Liu Yue found out about this, she realized why Bai Yichen was looking at her so strangely, staring at the clothes the whole time.

She was still wondering what was so interesting about a tattered piece of clothing.

"Stolen."

Yin Ming said without batting an eye, "Based on my abilities."

"puff!"

Looking up at the man's serious expression, Liu Yue couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I like!"

"Do you prefer the clothes, or the real person?"

Yin Ming lowered his head and approached her, his warm breath wafting out, gentle and tender.

“Because it was given to me by you, I like it, so…” Liu Yue suddenly met the man’s burning eyes, “I like you.”

The man's burning gaze seemed to want to devour the girl in front of him.

Like a blazing flame, it couldn't wait to envelop it.

Faced with his fierce gaze, Liu Yue smiled and fearlessly hooked her arms around his neck.

Her palm brushed against his skin, seemingly unintentionally but actually intentionally.

The cool touch seemed to add fuel to the already blazing flames.

Thunder and lightning strike the earth...

In the blink of an eye, it can spread like wildfire...

"Moon".

Yin Ming's deep voice, choked with heavy breathing, was followed by a sudden embrace around the girl's waist.

"ah!"

Liu Yue was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her exquisite face was radiant with a delicate beauty.

A night breeze swept across the calm lake surface, and suddenly the koi carp leaped out, rippling the spring water.

...

Ling Feng carried his belongings and arrived at Mu Fan's house.

He had gotten the bedding from the sect; it was brand new. He carried it around for a long time before finally finding Mu Fan's residence.

Ling Feng was completely baffled. How could a disciple of the sect leader live in such a simple dwelling?

When Mu Fan learned that his master wanted Ling Feng to live with him, he did not show much resistance.

His room contained only a bed and a table.

The table was pitted and uneven on all four sides, and one corner was barely kept steady by being propped up with books.

In Ling Feng's imagination, the disciples of the sect leader should at least live in a normal place, if not in a palace.

To describe it as bare walls... oh no, one of the walls is drafty, but it's been blocked up by a tattered quilt.

A cool breeze occasionally drifted in.

"You sleep here."

While Ling Feng stared in disbelief.

Mu Fan had already put the two benches together, and it was just the right length for one person!

Mu Fan glanced at Ling Feng from head to toe. He wasn't tall, so this place was more than enough for him to sleep in, though it was a bit cramped.

After saying that, ignoring Ling Feng's dumbfounded expression, Mu Fan turned around and went back to his bed.

Ling Feng: ?

No, he sleeps here?

Mu Fan took off his coat in one go and covered himself with his patched quilt.