In the imperial palace, Zhou Tong once again fell into the horrifying Shura field.

The little demon girl and the senior sister hugged his arms on the left and right, making it impossible for him to escape.

"A night of love is worth a thousand gold. On this happy day, why is someone running here instead of accompanying the adorable queen?"

The little witch said with a wicked smile.

The Yin-Yang Dao body was more direct, and the whole person was soft and stuck to Zhou Tong's body.

"Little brother, I'm so close to you, won't someone be jealous?"

"Humph! I won't be jealous."

Before he finished speaking, under the murderous gaze of the little witch, the senior sister's lips had already touched Zhou Tong's cheek.

"Little brother, if I kiss you, I hope someone won't be angry, right?"

"How dare you!"

The little witch couldn't sit still anymore and her eyes glared with anger.

"How scary, someone. She won't hit you, will she? Unlike me, I just feel sorry for my brother!"

"Bang!!"

The momentum burst out and ignited the whole audience.

"I have put up with you for a long time."

"Who isn't?"

"Let's go fight! I'm not afraid of you at the same level as you!"

"Well, it's time to decide who is the older and who is the younger."

The two women walked out arm in arm, and Zhou Tong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master...you don't care."

Zhou Tong looked at Murong Ya and said unhappily.

Who knew that Murong Ya smiled so brilliantly and looked extremely happy.

"Little guy... do you know what it means when the clam and the oyster quarrel, the fisherman benefits?"

Hearing this, Zhou Tong shuddered all over.

Murong Ya's eyes were charming and her cheeks were rosy. Just by stretching, she revealed a charming and delicate posture.

The temperature of the surrounding air rose a little, making people blush.

The eyes of the Holy Heart Demon Lord were so wide that they almost spit fire.

"Is it coming... the one for humans... a large-scale poetry creation scene!"

She nearly fainted with excitement.

When she studied humans in her previous life, she was impressed by human literature.

Those exquisite words are full of beauty and rich in the flavor of "Tao", which is a unique heritage that other ethnic groups do not possess.

She speculated that the fundamental reason why humans have such terrifying understanding is that they have rich and intense emotions.

These emotions collided and burst forth into beautiful poetry, which was eventually passed down to enlighten future generations.

The more she studied, the more she became fascinated by it, especially human love poetry, which made her unable to extricate herself.

According to her understanding, love poetry should be inspired by emotion, created from the blending of yin and yang, and finally put into words when the storm subsides.

Just like the beautiful atmosphere now, it is a great opportunity to create poetry.

She didn't intend to miss any details of what happened next.

It would be nice if it could be recorded, but unfortunately she didn't have any sound recording array.

But it doesn’t matter…

She took out paper and pen.

The great Saint is always ready to create masterpieces that will be remembered forever.

From now on, mankind will call her "Sacred Heart Saint!"

"Is this what they call foreplay... It's really... I can't help myself. It seems I still have a lot to learn..."

She muttered to herself, her hand holding the pen was shaking, and she felt that inspiration was overflowing!

Just then, the spoiler appeared.

"You are a little kid, don't watch this kind of stuff that is not suitable for children."

Long Lingyun said embarrassedly and reached out to cover Shengxin's eyes.

"Damn it, you despicable human being, you actually want to interrupt my progress in enlightenment. Do you think you will succeed?"

Shengxin was dragged out while struggling, her heart bleeding, she missed a great opportunity.

"What are you doing with the paper and pen? Are you planning to draw? Master will kill you!"

Long Lingyun said unhappily.

"No, I want to write poetry!"

After these words were spoken, Long Lingyun's brain almost shrank.

"Can you write poetry?"

She admired him very much. After all, to Wu Zi Hui Gen, this was a skill that only existed in legends.

"Huh, there's nothing surprising about this. As a human being, you should be proficient in writing."

There was a fanatical light flashing in Sacred Heart's eyes, and it was not fake.

"Maybe not. Even if you can't read, you can still have a bright future."

"Superficial!"

Sacred Heart sneered, "How could you not know that words are the carrier of human heritage and one of its powerful internal factors?"

"If you want to destroy humanity, you must first destroy their writing."

"People who do not understand the beauty of words are destined to be abandoned, and their upper limit will eventually be limited!"

After hearing this, Long Lingyun wanted to vomit blood, and felt as if several steel knives were stabbed into his chest.

Suddenly, she remembered what Zhou Tong had once said to her.

The wordless wisdom is both a blessing from heaven and a shackle.

People with this kind of wisdom have a very high lower limit, but their upper limit may not necessarily be outstanding.

If you want to achieve higher achievements, or even reach the highest level, you must break this innate shackles.

She didn't take it seriously at first, especially since the shackles were so strong that no matter how she tried, she had little effect.

After hearing a more detailed analysis today, she realized the seriousness of the matter.

"How about... we go back?"

Long Lingyun asked tentatively.

"My creative desire is gone. I can't do anything now."

Shengxin hung his head and said sadly, while Long Lingyun was filled with guilt.

“Got it!”

Suddenly, Sacred Heart seemed to have thought of something and showed an expectant look.

"I remember that there is a record in the history books that seventy-six years ago, a stone tablet fell from the sky and landed near the capital of the Lingxiao Empire."

"In my previous life... I never had the chance to see it up close. Now is a good opportunity. Let's go take a look."

"You must be kidding me. It's been so long. Even if there was a stone tablet, it might have been moved away by someone else."

"Who would know? I have nothing to do anyway, so it doesn't matter if you don't come."

Before Shengxin finished speaking, he ran out.

"Hey...wait for me!"

Long Lingyun chased after him without hesitation.

…

"The troublemaker is finally gone."

Murong Ya was extremely happy, she opened her arms coquettishly and said to Zhou Tongdao: "Come and cuddle!"

“Ahem…”

Zhou Tong looked a little unnatural. He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, but still slowly moved closer.

"Mmm...comfortable!"

Murong Ya made a purring sound like a kitten in her throat, which was an expression of extreme comfort.

She leaned against Zhou Tong, rubbing her face against him, and couldn't help but touch his hair.

"Are you treating me like a pet?" Zhou Tong said helplessly.

"No... This will make me feel calm and help me suppress my inner demons better."

Zhou Tong was speechless. Murong Ya's inner demon was indeed very tricky. He had suppressed it many times and it rebounded many times. Maybe this folk method really worked.

While he was deep in thought, Murong Ya smiled wickedly.

I saw two slender beautiful legs coming over and pressing on Zhou Tong's legs.

"Little guy... it's been a long time since I last saw you. Please give me a foot massage."

Zhou Tong was stunned.

"I haven't applied for three or four days. I have accumulated a lot of obstacles!"

"This…"

"I want it! I want it!"