When Jiang Niannian woke up again, it was already night, and she didn't know when she was carried into the hot spring.

Yin Buqi thought she was asleep, so he hugged her carefully and washed her body very meticulously, his movements so gentle that they were creepy.

He lowered his head and his breath brushed her cheek.

"What time is it?" Jiang Niannian was startled by her own voice as soon as she opened her mouth. Her voice was a little hoarse, probably because she had been begging for mercy and crying for so long.

"Niannian, it's the evening hour." He was only wearing his underpants, his unique breath lingering around her nose, and his movements of washing her were extremely gentle.

It was as if he had manipulated her thousands of times before; the two people's postures were perfectly matched and appropriate.

You hour?!

She really shouldn't have been seduced by lust. No, she really shouldn't have been so soft-hearted!

"Go away..." Jiang Niannian said angrily, her voice was as hoarse as that of a traveler who had been in the desert for a long time without drinking water.

"Nian Nian... I know I was wrong."

"It's late. You go back first. I'll wash it myself."

Jiang Niannian's attitude is very firm.

What a joke. If you continue washing, you might accidentally discharge the gun when you clean it. Ugh…

"Niannian..." His eyes were red, and his voice rose slightly with a sense of laziness.

Jiang Niannian's eyelashes trembled. She reached out and pressed his shoulders to push him away slightly, looking away: "Yin Buqi! Are you done yet? You, you go back first..."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

As if noticing her embarrassment, Yin Buqi stopped teasing her, walked out of the pool, and casually put on his coat that was placed by the pool.

He had a beautiful body, strong and muscular, smooth and delicate skin, and his black hair spread out on the clothes beneath him.

The hot spring water flowed from his black hair along his white and tight back, passed through the groove of the spine, slid into his tight waist, and finally flowed down his straight and slender legs to his soft jade.

Jiang Niannian swallowed.

Yin Buqi turned around, his lips curled into a faint smile, his eyelashes trembling: "Niannian, it's windy tonight, don't take too long to shower, be careful not to catch a cold."

Jiang Niannian nodded: "Yeah."

Not until Yin Buqi's figure disappeared did Jiang Niannian completely relax, leaning limply against the edge of the hot spring pool.

"To die under the peony flowers is to be a romantic ghost. It is worth it to die on Nian Nian..."

His deep, alluring voice lingered in her mind like a spell, and the image was vivid in her mind.

Jiang Niannian was so angry that she slapped the water surface fiercely: "It's so annoying! If you can't control yourself next time, I will be a dog!"

Then he slowly leaned back, blushing, and whispered, "Get out of my mind..."

…

The moonlight was dim, and a cold wind swirled through the Qingxin Palace.

The lights in the hall were brightly lit. Jiang Ziyou was just about to blow out the lights and go to sleep when the door was suddenly blown open by a strong wind, making a rustling sound.

Jiang Ziyou muttered, "What's going on?"

He walked to the door, and the scene outside had changed dramatically.

The courtyard, which should have been a cool and elegant one, was now in a state of disrepair. The smell of decay and blood filled his nostrils. Countless people with their hearts dug out were crawling towards him, their bodies bleeding and their faces horrible.

He looked down and saw that the black mud with a rotten smell was climbing up the white jade steps as if it had life.

"Don't... believe him..." The shrill and mournful scream echoed throughout the courtyard.

One person quickly crawled to his feet and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Don't... believe him!!!"

Jiang Ziyu slammed the door shut, blocking out the horrific scene.

He was wearing a snow-white undershirt, and he felt a chill penetrate into his bones. His intuition gave him a crazy warning that something was standing behind him.

When he turned around, he saw a woman standing in the room. There was a deep sword wound on her neck, and her head was shaking as if it was about to fall off.

Her dress was stained with blood, and as she spoke, blood flowed out from the corners of her mouth. It was very horrifying.

"Hehe, Jiang Ziyu, your good master is not here." The voice was so sweet that it was creepy.

Jiang Ziyou looked at the woman for a while and asked without thinking, "Are you the toad from yesterday?"

woman:"???"

Jiang Ziyou said, "Yesterday I found a dead toad on the ground. There was also a scratch on its neck. It was you, wasn't it?"

The woman's sinister smile showed a crack: "Are you sick?"

Jiang Ziyou continued, "I buried you and put a small wooden plaque on it. My master said that it is sad to die without leaving a name behind. I didn't know your name, so I carved a temporary name for you: Wang Dazhuang."

“Boom!”

The woman's head rolled to the ground, then stopped at his feet.

This scene would scare anyone to death.

Jiang Ziyou was stunned for three seconds, then he bent down and put his head back to her, "I'm going to sleep, you can go now, it's just a small favor, you don't have to come here to thank me."

woman:"???"

Is this something a human being can say?! Please shut up, okay?

The woman stared at Jiang Ziyou who was making the bed, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Hehehe, do you know what medicine you take every day?"

Jiang Ziyou nodded: "Master said that I used to be weak and sickly, and this is a magical medicine to strengthen my body."

"Puff, I knew you would say that." The woman said in horror, "This is not an ordinary elixir, each one is made from the heart blood of a living person. Your master's hands are stained with the blood of many people, hehe, the dignified Qinghe Zhenjun, the leader of the four great immortals, I didn't expect him to kill innocent people so wantonly, tut tut."

The woman's infuriatingly sweet tone sounded greasy and uncomfortable.

"You are not allowed to insult my master!" Jiang Ziyu slapped the bed and pointed the Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand directly at the woman.

"Hehe, what? You want to kill me? Come on, stab me here." She held the sword and pointed it at her chest, her head shaking as if she was about to fall off: "I'm going to be dead anyway, hahahahahaha, do you really think your master is as innocent as he looks on the surface? He's just a hypocritical beast, but he's filthy inside, and he's doing evil things all day long, hehehe."

"Puchi!" The Feiying Liuyun Sword pierced into the woman's heart, but the area was already covered in blood.

Jiang Ziyou was furious: "You are talking nonsense! I don't allow you to say that about my master."

"Oh, you finally have some emotions. You don't look like a wooden block anymore. Hehe." The woman smiled with her eyes curved. More blood flowed out from the corners of her eyes and mouth. The sword pierced her chest, but she seemed not to feel the pain and walked towards Jiang Ziyu.

The sound of the sword cutting through flesh stopped, and the woman walked up to Jiang Ziyu and pointed her finger between his eyebrows.

"Your memory is sealed. Let me help you unlock it and see your master's true face. Hehehe..."