Chapter 35 Frost Pear Town (8) “Can I treat you to tea?”…
"Miao Miao Immortal Lord, your father is such a piece of shit!"
A hoarse, mocking voice with a tone of fear and disgust.
Mingyao opened his eyes.
The sky is full of yellow sand, it’s a dream.
But it was not the dream of the monster Ji Meng.
Still Xuanxiu.
Mingyao was a little disappointed, but when she entered the dream again, she was much more at ease than the last time in the Blue Sky Demon Palace. Her heart moved slightly, as if she had a telepathic connection with him, and she came to him without any guidance.
The scorched earth was soaked with blood, corpses were scattered all around, and the air was thick and turbid, mixed with sand and gravel. Ming Yao took a look and felt pain in his eyes.
And Chu Miaomiao was kneeling here.
Blood continued to flow out from the wounds on his waist and abdomen. He was pierced by a horizontal knife and nailed to the stone pillar, unable to move.
"Miao Miao Immortal Lord, why do you keep pestering me?"
In front of me, there was a monster holding a broadsword. The horns on its head seemed to have been cut off in half by a sharp weapon. Its body was covered with bloodstains and its face was full of anxiety.
"I just ate a human being. You turned a blind eye to it, just like you let me go before. Just let me get away with it. Why make such a fuss now?"
The monster frowned, the knife was clearly in his hand, but his tone of annoyance and disgust was mixed with a hint of pleading.
Seeing that Chu Miaomiao didn't reply, the monster became more impatient. He reached out and roughly grabbed the hair of the immortal in front of him, pulling it back hard - revealing the face that made him hate it so much.
It also allowed Mingyao to see clearly what Xuanxiu looked like at the moment.
He was a little older than the boy I met in my dream last time, and had some of his current aura, but there were still some differences.
The Xuanxiu she knew was like a hazy mist, soft, warm, and rarely sharp. It approached silently and stayed silently.
And now... Mingyao looked at his eyebrows, which were still smiling, but mixed with a bit of innocence. There was blood oozing from his forehead, which must have been injured by the monster in front of him. The blood flowed down his nose and dripped into his neck, making his already very bright fox eyes look even more bewitching. He raised his lips and maintained a nonchalant smile, which was very eye-catching.
"You're amazing! You're the most powerful monster I've ever seen."
The young Immortal Lord Miaomiao avoided answering and just smiled and praised him: "I can't kill you."
Such praise obviously did not make the monster in front of him happy. Instead, it became even more anxious and unbearable. Being targeted by the Immortal Lord Miaomiao, who was not bound by life and death, was like being unable to escape from the sunlight. Occasionally, he would escape, but he would always be found again by the sun as it rose in the east and set in the west.
He couldn't help but point at his broken horn and curse loudly: "I am a demon dragon that has lived for thousands of years and has the blood of ancient demon beasts. How old are you? Are you in your teens or even just a few decades old? How many demons have you seen? What's the point of chasing me?"
As he got angry, he thrust the sword in his hand deeper into Xuanxiu's body: "I didn't offend you, did I? I ate my own people, and I didn't cross the bottom line of you cultivators. In two hundred years, I only ate fifteen. What's wrong?"
"Why don't you catch those little demons that roam the world every day and eat human spirits?"
The blade pierced Xuanxiu's abdomen, and he was like a piece of light meat hanging on the knife.
Mingyao was grinning from the side, but Xuanxiu was still laughing. When he heard the demon dragon's question, he tilted his head, as if remembering something. With a serious look on his face, he explained to the demon in front of him, "You ate Chu Dianqing's sister, so Xuanqing wants to kill you."
The inexplicable answer made Yao Jiao frown fiercely. He had only eaten one person recently, the little girl with a skin so pale that it was transparent. Thinking of this person, he said confidently: "She asked me to eat it!"
There was a moment of silence, and Xuanxiu didn't say anything.
Mingyao strangely understood what he meant - so what?
Xuanqing wants to kill you, so what does it have to do with whether that person voluntarily seeks death?
The demon dragon in front of him couldn't understand Xuanxiu's eyes. Seeing that Xuanxiu didn't say anything, he became extremely annoyed and almost driven crazy.
He had tried to kill him dozens of times, but it was useless to Miaomiao Immortal Lord, who was born with an immortal body and immortal power.
Even though this immortal king does not have full control over his immortal power now, he can still be defeated by him.
But one day, he will be stronger than him.
To him, Immortal Lord Miaomiao was like a sword hanging from a beam, and he didn't know when it would be cut down.
The demon dragon was terrified.
"Then why do you have to listen to Xuanqing?" He had a terrible headache and tried to persuade him, "Are you a chess piece in his hands? Or a sword in his hands? Don't you have any ideas of your own? In time, you will definitely not be inferior to him, so why bother to obey his orders?"
"Yes, I am his sword." Unexpectedly, Immortal Lord Miaomiao readily admitted it and even kindly explained to the demon dragon, "I have been their vessel since birth."
He was destined to be a container of immortal power from birth. This immortal power only existed in him, and its master was someone else.
Therefore, he had no likes or dislikes. He could lose anything, and gain anything. Half of his immortal energy was used to suppress rebellious immortals and evil spirits. He felt little pain, and little joy.
Like a random piece of stone or a dead branch in the mountains, without any joy, anger, sorrow or happiness, it was reincarnated into Chu Dianqing's belly, and grew limbs, a head, and a torso. Chu Dianqing used blood ties as a thread to guide and train it, and it became the sharpest sword in their hands and the container that protects the immortal power.
It has always been like this, so what's so strange about it.
The demon and the man looked at each other in bewilderment.
Mingyao could see that this monster no longer wanted to waste time talking to Xuanxiu.
Sure enough, after a few breaths, malicious intent appeared in his eyes. He exerted force with his hands, and the sword with a not-so-thin handle began to stir inside Xuanxiu's body at an extremely slow speed.
"You won't die, but you'll still be in pain." The demon dragon looked coldly at the cold sweat on Xuanxiu's forehead, "If you come again, I will keep making you suffer. We demons have plenty of ways to make you live a life worse than death."
The demon dragon kept holding Xuanxiu's breath, torturing her repeatedly, tossing and turning for nearly half an hour.
Xuanxiu's body finally reached its limit and his head slowly drooped.
Mingyao watched with her own eyes as his breath gradually weakened. She couldn't help but squat down and curl up into a ball. She knew it was just a dream, but the pain in his breathing seemed to be transmitted to her through some inexplicable thing.
She squatted on the ground, enduring the pain, looking at his bloodstained face, and couldn't help but think of what he had just said -
"I am his sword."
Immortal Lord Miaomiao, is it just a sword?
While still in a daze, the scene in the dream had already changed.
Fairy Mountain·Mountain Lord Hall.
Mingyao looked up suddenly and his heart skipped a beat. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, he relaxed a little. Fortunately, he was still dreaming.
Miaomiao Immortal Lord, who was covered in blood just now, has been cleaned up and is standing upright, with his face raised and a smile on his face.
"I can't beat him."
Mingyao was still squatting opposite him, looking up at him from this angle... She couldn't help but sigh that the folding degree of Immortal Miaomiao's face was really excellent.
"lie!"
A scolding.
She was squatting and stretching out her hand to measure the jawline of Immortal Lord Miaomiao, when she heard the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air. A sword just grazed her head and stabbed straight towards Xuanxiu.
The sword blade hit Xuanxiu's heart.
A few more drops of blood splashed on Mingyao's eyebrows.
"The power of the immortals is all in you, how could you not be able to kill a monster!"
Mingyao was a little confused and didn't understand what was going on. He just watched as blood kept gushing out of the mouth of the fair and clean Immortal Lord Miaomiao, and soon he lost his strength and fell down again.
There was nothing in his eyes.
There was no resentment or surprise, as I had long been accustomed to it.
"I am his sword."
It turns out that Immortal Lord Miaomiao is really just a sword.
Mingyao's heart stirred slightly, and a little extra pity emerged from nowhere. Just as he felt pity for himself, he felt pity for this immortal king who was endowed with immortal power and had no control over life and death.
She is a cannon fodder female supporting role.
He is the sword and the vessel.
Otherwise, she could enter his dreams.
They are all things that pave the way for others.
This time, unlike the last time he entered the dream, Immortal Lord Miaomiao did not find any trace of her.
Mingyao stayed quietly in the mountain master's hall and looked at him for a long time.
Until I felt a faint light shining on my face. When I looked up, a flash of white light was so dazzling.
Mingyao shuddered and tried to avoid it, but he lost his balance and fell over, as if he had stepped on air. He suddenly opened his eyes -
The curtains on the bed swayed with her movements, but her hands were still supporting herself on the soft bed, so she did not fall down.
Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief.
There was dazzling sunlight outside the bed curtains. She lay on the bed, sleeping soundly, with a faint scent of bitter orange lingering in her nose.
Mingyao paused for a few breaths, and then he regained consciousness completely.
This is Xuanxiu's house, and she actually slept here until dawn.
Mingyao got up quickly, and the room was empty and no one was there.
Huh? Xuanxiu hasn't come back yet? Did she sleepwalk into bed?
Mingyao put on his shoes and walked out of the room.
But as soon as he opened the door, with his hand still on the door of Xuanxiu's room, he met Jiali's cold gaze.
Feeling awkward, Mingyao straightened his collar and cleared his throat: "Jia Li... did you see——"
"Heh." Jia Li laughed sarcastically before she could finish her words. "Although I've long seen through your relationship, I didn't expect you to be so unrestrained."
After saying that, he walked over and slammed the door beside him without giving Mingyao a chance to speak.
I was scolded early in the morning.
Mingyao closed his eyes.
Whenever she encountered bad luck early in the morning, she would close her eyes for a while and try to restart the day.
If you have been scolded by someone, then you should be lucky today.
I didn’t dream about Ji Meng’s bloodline last night. I hope she will get her wish when I take a nap later.
And Xuanxiu... I wanted to thank him yesterday, but he didn't show up. So I appeared in his dream again. Although I don't know whether it's true or not, Mingyao still feels a little sympathy.
Anyway, she didn't wait for anyone yesterday, and it seemed not good to thank him empty-handed. How about going to the town to pick something... But she didn't know what he liked, and no one was following her. She was also afraid of meeting Xuan Hui. She should have asked Xuan Xiu to settle the score earlier.
After thinking about it for a while, Mingyao felt that the time was about right, so he opened his eyes and prepared for the world to restart.
I closed my eyes for a long time, and when I opened them, everything in front of me turned white, with a hint of warm yellow light around me.
“Puff.”
There was a blurry figure in front of me.
"Who?" Mingyao's heart tightened and he rubbed his eyes. Before he saw the person, he heard a strange male voice with a somewhat brisk voice.
"It was Mingyue's fault for disturbing my sister. I need to apologize to her."
The figure in front of him gradually became clear. He looked like a young boy with a handsome appearance. He bowed to Ming Yao in a proper manner to apologize.
"I just saw my sister holding onto the door with her eyes closed, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I wasn't being rude to her."
The young man named Mingyue called her "sister" all the time, with a sincere and warm smile on his face.
Mingyao didn't find it annoying after seeing it, and waved his hand: "Nothing, nothing."
The matter could have ended there, but as they passed each other and went downstairs, the young man followed them again, chattering in their ears: "I was rude just now, and I should apologize to you, sister. How about I treat you to tea?"
"No, no." Mingyao was not used to people who were too familiar.
But the boy was still young, and it was really annoying. In a flash, she didn't know how things developed. By the time she sat down, the boy had ordered tea, snacks, and even asked her name.
"My sister and I have the same last name, what a coincidence." Mingyue laughed heartily, "Which Yao is the Yao in my sister's name?"
Mingyao was already a little dazed when she woke up in the morning, and being held in such a long conversation by him made her even more distracted.
Now staring at the smile on his face, she inexplicably thought of Xuanxiu. Come to think of it, Xuanxiu also loved to laugh, but his smile was more graceful.
Unlike this young man, he is not as noisy and steady.
"Sister, which Haruka are you talking about?"
The boy was still waiting for her answer.
Mingyao came back to his senses, opened his mouth and was about to say -
"Ayao."
Not far away, a familiar voice was heard, and Mingyao felt a chill on the back of his neck.
My heart contracts and my hair stands on end.
Although she knew who it was, she still turned around to look.
As far as the eye could see, Xuanxiu, who had not been seen for most of the day, had changed into a new set of clothes. The style was still the same neat narrow-sleeved round-necked robe, but the color had changed, the pear blossom was pale white and the willow was deep blue.
It is all green.
Her favorite color.
The day before yesterday, this was the answer she wrote on the paper.
The two were only five or six steps apart. As Xuanxiu approached, the scent of the fragrance in her body took effect. Her body became slightly stiff, her palms became cold, and her heart began to palpitate unbearably.
Mingyao's brain froze for a moment, and she suddenly remembered something her anti-love roommate had said before she traveled through time: "Fear is the mirror image of love; there's no essential difference between the two. If I want to experience the feeling of love, I should just go watch a horror movie."
"Ayao."
In just a few breaths, Xuanxiu came in front of her, his eyes fell on her face, and he smiled gently.
Mingyao blinked and could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat.
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