Demon World (XIV)

He looked at those red lips. During those years of estrus, when he was alone in the cave and suppressed his desire, his mind was full of her.

Relying on the memories of the two of them, even though she had never given him a good look and they often fought when they met, he still thought about her and missed her in a very useless way, hoping that one day she would be willing to hug him, kiss him, and do the most intimate things with him.

If she was his queen and would spend her estrus period with him, it would no longer be a torture for him, but a joy that penetrated deep into his bones. During the estrus period that lasted for a month, he would cling to his wife to death.

Su Xuan looked at her lips, his eyes became darker and darker, and he tilted his head down regardless.

He was only one centimeter away from touching her. The hand that was against his chest exerted a little force at this moment. This force was nothing to him, but it forced back a demon cultivator in the Mahayana realm.

"Su Xuan, I'm hungry."

Her voice was soft and her fragrance was still on his lips.

They were so close that Su Xuan could feel her breath in his nostrils.

Their noses were touching, and they were in an intimate position.

He raised his eyelashes and looked into her eyes.

There was no emotion in Sandy's eyes. She looked at him quietly, as if she had no idea what his action just now meant.

Not angry, still very gentle.

Su Xuan sat up and let her go from his arms.

He turned his head away and closed his eyes.

Too hasty. The relationship between him and her was never achieved overnight. Sandy was only interested in swordsmanship and had no love at all. They also had different standpoints.

He had clearly been prepared to spend thousands or even tens of thousands of years with her. After all, she didn't like him, and she wouldn't like anyone else. But he always had the patience to stay with her. Among all the people who had been close to Sandy over the years, he was the only one who had stayed with her steadfastly for more than a hundred years.

But why is it that he can't control himself when she comes beside him?

Su Xuan stood up and turned his back to Sandy. She could only see his silver hair and expensive and gorgeous black robe.

If you can't see his eyes, you can't hear his heart.

"Cui Shao."

The palace door was pushed open, and the people who had been waiting outside came in.

Cui Shao bowed to him and said, "My Lord, Miss Sang."

"Prepare the meal."

Cui Shao responded: "Yes."

She went back to prepare the meal, and only Sang Dai and Su Xuan were left in the hall.

He did not turn around, but remained silent for a long time. Finally, in the dead silence, he said, "What I really want, you can't give me now. Miss Sang is so smart, so think carefully about what I really want and whether you are willing to give it to me."

Sandy asked softly, "What if I don't give it to you?"

Su Xuan was silent for a moment, then said, "I am a demon. I am not as hypocritical and kind as you people in the immortal world who care about other people's opinions. I must get what I want. If Miss Sang can't give it to me, then I don't mind using some tricks to get it."

Sang Dai wanted to laugh, but hearing the stiff tone, she knew that Su Xuan must have a sullen face.

She still knows Su Xuan very well in other aspects.

Her nemesis is actually pretty easy to guess.

"Take good care of your injuries during this time. We will set off for White Blade in half a month."

He left a few words, opened the beaded curtain and hurried out. Just before he was about to leave the room, Sang Dai called him, "Su Xuan."

Su Xuan still didn't turn around: "What else?"

Sandy said, "I'm fine, so don't cry."

Before she passed out, she saw tears in his eyes. She was really shocked at that moment, but she was too sleepy.

Su Xuan: “…”

He clenched his teeth, gripped the door handle, and said through gritted teeth: "Miss Sang, you are dreaming, when have I ever cried?"

After saying this, he walked out quickly, as if afraid that Sandy might notice something.

His ears were completely red, and even the side of his face was tinged with a red tint. If Liu Lixue were here, she would definitely laugh at him secretly.

Liu Lixue.

Su Xuan's fist hardened again.

He strode out, and his footsteps sounded like he was fleeing in panic.

Sandy sat in the house, looking at the closed palace door, and suddenly laughed.

Her mortal enemy seemed to be somewhat...

cute.

This word is too unfamiliar to describe him, yet it is particularly suitable.

The long awn circled around her wrist and poked her with one of its corners raised. It really enjoyed teasing her, as if its job was not to protect her but to tease her.

Sandy touched it and saw the long blade wrap around her ring finger and shrink to the size of a ring.

She asked: "Changmang, why does your master like me?"

I couldn't get an answer from Su Xuan, and there was even less from Chang Mang.

Chang Mang only knew that he was created by the Lord because of the sword practitioner in front of him. Many times, the Lord took him to the Sword Sect, where he sat on the top of the mountain drinking and watching the sword practitioners practicing swords in the distance.

The long mango was placed in a wooden box. Sometimes when the master was drunk, he would ask it: "Will she accept you?"

He usually asked and answered his own questions, without waiting for Chang Mang's answer, and laughed at himself: "Forget it, she won't accept it. She doesn't like me, and she won't like you either."

Chang Mang didn't understand why he said that. He clearly didn't even ask, so how could he have put himself in a dead end?

It stuck to Sandy's ring finger and poked her finger, trying to communicate with her, telling her that Su Xuan liked her very much, but had not yet recognized her as his master. The swordsman in front of it could not understand what it said.

Changmang finally gave up and lazily placed his hand on her wrist, hoping that the swordsman would let him recognize him as his master sooner. His weak look made Sandy laugh again.

Sandy touched it and the smile on her lips slowly faded.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.

Sandy circulated her spiritual power, and faint spiritual waves surrounded her.

She lowered her eyes and looked away.

The meridians have been reshaped, and the next step is to go to the white blade.

For the first time in more than a hundred years, she was one step closer to what happened back then.

"Master, is it really you?"

Are the fairy wool grass and heavenly spiritual roots really Ying Heng's?

What was his final outcome? Was he really dead?

After a long time, a sigh was heard from the hall.

***

Sang Dai met Su Xuan again half a month later.

Her meridians were completely reshaped. She no longer had to sleep uneasily due to alternating hot and cold temperatures at night, and Su Xuan no longer needed to stay with her all night. In the past half month, except for the medicinal meals that came at a fixed time every day and Liu Lixue who came to treat her body at noon every day, she had never seen Su Xuan again.

But he was the one who prepared the daily medicinal meals, and Sandy could taste his cooking skills.

She would set off for Bairenli tomorrow, so she took a bath and rested early tonight. As soon as she returned to the house with wet hair, she saw a tall figure standing in the hall.

Sandy was stunned. She hadn't seen him for a long time and she was a little unresponsive when she suddenly met him.

Su Xuan asked, "Miss Sang, I haven't seen you for half a month. Don't you recognize me?"

[…I haven’t had time to accompany Dai Dai during this period. Could it be that you really don’t recognize me? Damn it, it’s all the fault of those idiots in the royal family.]

A cold face, a passionate heart.

It’s Su Xuan.

Sandy put away the towel she was using to dry her hair and replied softly, "Su Xuan."

In fact, she could guess what Su Xuan had been busy with recently. The barrier of the Demon Palace had been strengthened a lot recently, so something must have happened outside.

Su Xuan walked towards her.

Her waist was held, his palms were placed on her lower back, spiritual power flowed out from his palms and flowed into her meridians, misty water vapor rose from her hair.

Sandy was used to him drying her hair and didn't struggle.

She stood still and asked him, "Is it still the royal family?"

"Um."

Su Xuan did not avoid the question and admitted it directly. Sang Dai was so smart that he could guess it even without her saying it.

"Can you handle it?"

Su Xuan looked at her, his expression still dull, "Of course, Miss Sang, are you concerned about me?"

He was just teasing her out of habit, thinking that Sandy would remain silent or say something to him, but who would have thought that she would just nod.

"Yeah, I'm worried about you."

Sandy never tells lies and always says whatever is on her mind. She has been very honest and stubborn since she was a child.

Su Xuan is nice to her, and she already considers him as a friend.

Su Xuan tightened his hands around her lower back and pushed Sang Dai into his arms.

"Are you worried about me?"

Sandy asked carefully, "Can't I... worry?"

Su Xuan had no expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

There was a series of chaotic and complicated sounds in Sandy's ears. She couldn't hear them clearly, but she felt that his thoughts were too confused.

Su Xuan suddenly withdrew his hand, took a step back, and let her out of his arms. Sandy's hair had already been dried.

She was a little at a loss holding the towel, thinking that her words had offended him, "Su Xuan, if you don't want me to interfere in the affairs of the Demon Realm, I--"

【I like it very much. 】

Sandy frowned: "...what?"

Su Xuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly and his lower jaw was tense.

[So cute, so cute, the frowning look is also very beautiful, take a sip. 】

Sandy: “…Ah?”

【Daidai cares about me, what do you call this?】

Sandy: "...I just treat you as a friend-"

【This is called love!】

Sandy: “…”

She had always had a good temper, but she couldn't bear to listen any longer, so she closed her eyes and turned to walk towards the inner hall.

"Su Xuan, I'm sleepy and want to rest."

This way, I can no longer hear his inner voice.

The night pearl illuminated the swordsman's face, and his fair face turned red. He could clearly feel his cheeks burning, and his heart skipped a beat.

As the eldest daughter of the Sword Sect and the best swordsman in the fairy world, people either admire her or use her.

No one has ever cared about her so much.

Not thinking about her swordsmanship, not thinking about her protection.

But he was simply thinking about her.

Even though she was over a hundred years old, she was still a young girl with no emotional experience. Sandy couldn't calmly listen to what he was thinking...

Those words.

There was a rustling sound behind her, and Sandy exhaled and turned around to look.

Su Xuan lay on the couch with his eyes closed, without taking off his outer robe.

Sandy: "Are you going to sleep here tonight?"

Su Xuan still closed his eyes: "This is my main hall, why can't I sleep?"

Ever since Sandai's meridians were reshaped and she could sleep well at night, Su Xuan devoted himself to dealing with royal affairs and no longer slept in the same room with her at night.

Sandy opened her mouth, but swallowed the words she was about to say.

There is no need. Su Xuan will not do anything to her. Although he cares about her, he will only talk to her in his heart without anyone knowing. After all, he is respectful and polite to her.

Sandy lay down on the couch in silence.

There was sleep-inducing incense burning in the hall. She was completely defenseless against Su Xuan. Without her spiritual power, this body was no different from that of an ordinary person. She was often tired and needed rest.

As thoughts gradually calm down, breathing becomes fast and regular.

The person lying on the couch moved and looked towards her.

He stood up and walked towards her, drew aside the curtains, and sat down beside the couch to look at her.

Sandy could not sense his breath. In the past, if he dared to move, Sandy would wake up immediately.

But she has no spiritual power now, and cannot detect the existence of a Mahayana demon cultivator.

Su Xuan lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Sang Dai's left wrist, where the long hair was quietly wrapped around it.

He pursed his lips slightly and said softly:

"Changmang, form a bond with her."

Chang Mang: “?”

It hesitated. Changmang liked Sandy very much and wanted to recognize her as his master and protect her. He wanted to communicate with her and fight with her.

But Sang Dai never asked it to recognize its master, and Su Xuan also didn't ask it to recognize its master, so Chang Mang couldn't make the decision on his own.

Su Xuan urged again: "Acknowledge her as your master, right now."

A weak spiritual power pierced Sandy's fingertips, and a small drop of the swordsman's blood was squeezed out.

Changmang likes Sandy too much, and since his other master has said so, he naturally has no reason to refuse.

The light blue silk swallowed the drop of blood, and a gleaming light appeared all over its body.

The light grew bigger and brighter, and finally condensed into a round bead and disappeared into Sandy's sea of ​​consciousness.

The originally slightly dull color of the long mango suddenly turned indigo.

It excitedly roamed back and forth on Sandy's wrist, causing the sleeping swordsman to frown, and was finally punished by Su Xuan by holding his vitals.

"Don't disturb her sleep."

Chang Mang nodded excitedly: "Yeah!"

It curls up neatly on its owner's wrist, still shrunk into the shape of a bracelet, and looks like a delicate piece of jewelry from a distance.

Sandy continued to sleep peacefully.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, Changmang's spirit was quietly hiding there.

Su Xuan's hands were slightly curled.

What would be her reaction when she woke up? Would she be angry at him for taking the initiative to let Changmang recognize her as his master?

Su Xuan lowered his long eyelashes, held Sang Dai's hand, and the fingertips that he had just scratched healed quietly.

It was just a tiny wound, so small that it could be ignored and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Su Xuan did not let go of her hand, but held it tightly. His broad hand could completely cover Jian Xiu's slender hand.

He looked at her eyes and was silent for a long time.

I stayed up all night, watching over someone and waking them up, afraid that my hard-earned peace would be broken.

When Sandy opened her eyes the next day, she was able to sense something was different.

The meridians are warmer than before, and there is a strange presence in the sea of ​​consciousness.

That is...

Dharma instrument.

She can sense the spirit of the instrument in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Sandy sat up and looked at the long light on her wrist, which was excitedly moving around her.

There was another person in the house.

Su Xuan sat on the couch, still looking lazy, holding his chin and looking at her, as if he had been staring at her all night.

"woke up?"

Sandy's hair was half covered, and her face was still sleepy as she had just woken up. She looked over in a daze.

"Su Xuan, what's wrong with my meridians?"

Su Xuan could not see any anger on her face.

She was not angry, just confused.

His heart finally calmed down, and his tightly clenched hands under his wide robe slowly loosened.

Su Xuan said in a cold voice: "The Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm will send people to Bai Renli. This time, there are fairy wool grass and heavenly spiritual roots for sale. Do you know what this means?"

Sandy knew.

The only remaining fairy silk grass in the world is in Ying Heng's hands. Back then, he defected and was hunted down by the four realms. He eventually died in the demon realm, but no one knows who killed him.

Similarly, since the founding of the world of cultivation, most of those who had awakened their heavenly spiritual roots, except for those who died in battle, had already ascended to heaven, with only one, Ying Heng, being surrounded and killed.

The spiritual roots must be extracted while the host is alive to be active. After the host dies, the spiritual roots will choose to sacrifice themselves for the host.

The fairy wool grass and the heavenly spiritual roots are most likely Ying Heng's. Whoever presented them was probably the last person to see Ying Heng.

The four realms need an accurate answer as to whether a sinner hated by the four realms is really dead.

As for how many people were coveting the fairy velvet grass and heavenly spiritual roots, Sandy didn't even need to guess.

That is a heavenly spiritual root, which everyone desires.

"You have only rebuilt your meridians, but your golden elixir is still broken. Losing your life-defining magic weapon has dealt a heavy blow to your state of mind. Your state of mind is not stable. Without your life-defining magic weapon to protect you, the fierce ghost in the white blade can easily seize your body."

Su Xuan's words sounded like an explanation.

Sang Dai looked up at him again. The swordsman had a calm expression and Su Xuan felt as if she could see through him.

He deliberately made his tone cold: "Don't be so self-indulgent. If you are captured by a fierce ghost, I will not save you."

[Is it okay to say this? Dai Dai should not be angry. Too many people went to Bai Renli this time. It must be dangerous. The royal family also targeted Dai Dai. Zhiyu Sword can't protect her now. Dai Dai's golden elixir has not been repaired and can't use spiritual power. After the Jie Ling recognizes its master, it can fight with Dai Dai... But the Jie Ling is a weapon that only the Demon Queen can use... Will she feel offended? ]

After Changmang recognized his master, he became particularly attached to Sandi. He kept circling around Sandi and sticking to her cheeks. He was not even afraid of Su Xuan and his heart was completely on his master.

Sang Dai patted Chang Mang and asked Su Xuan with a smile: "But Chang Mang is not a heavenly-level magic weapon. Only the Demon Queen can use it?"

Su Xuanhun's body stiffened, and he said what he had prepared: "You remembered it wrongly, no, it's just an ordinary silk ribbon."

Chang Mang was not convinced. He nodded at Su Xuan arrogantly and almost opened his mouth to speak.

There are countless heavenly-grade magical instruments in the entire four realms. Sang Dai's Zhiyu Sword is also heavenly-grade and is treated as a treasure by the Sword Sect and is kept in the Sword Pavilion. Any other sect would have to hold Changmang in their hands.

Sandy was also amused.

Well, she really didn't expect Su Xuan to lie so directly. He clearly admitted it himself yesterday.

Su Xuan ignored Changmang. Seeing that Sang Dai was not angry, he took the initiative to let Changmang recognize him as his master. The stone that had been weighing on him all night finally fell.

He deliberately changed the subject: "Now that you are awake, get up and pack your things. We will set off for Bai Renli in half an hour."

Sandy glanced at the long light wrapped around her body, and it immediately understood and turned into a bracelet hanging around her wrist.

She put on her shoes, stood up and walked towards Su Xuan.

There was a huge difference in their heights. Sandy was just at his shoulder level, so she always had to raise her head to look at him.

"Su Xuan, you too."

Su Xuan blinked: "...what?"

Sandy said, "Be careful."

"I am the only disciple of Immortal Lord Ying Heng. Even though it was not my fault, my master destroyed the Guixu spiritual vein and cut off the life veins of the four realms. There are many people who want to kill me over the years. Su Xuan, if they know that I am not dead and recognize my identity, it will be very dangerous for you to be with me."

Su Xuan said nothing.

Of course he knew these things.

Ying Heng destroyed the Guixu spiritual vein and cut off the immortal path of the entire four realms. People's anger needs to be vented. Even though he is dead, there are always many people who transfer their anger to Sang Dai.

If it weren't for her identity as the eldest daughter of the Sword Sect, and the fact that Su Xuan had secretly helped her kill many people over the years, and if Sang Dai herself was not a cultivator at the full level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, she would have died countless times just based on her identity as Ying Heng's disciple.

However, the Sword Clan abandoned Sandy during the war between the two worlds, and recently has been vaguely trying to restore Shi Yao's identity. Many people in the outside world have already known that Sandy is not the eldest daughter of the Sword Clan.

On the surface, Sandy is alone, without the protection of the sect, without any cultivation to rely on, and only has a heavenly level spiritual root.

The man is innocent but guilty of possessing a jade. Although she has no spiritual power, she has a heavenly spiritual root, which is enough to kill her in some unknown corner.

The air pressure around Su Xuan suddenly dropped, his eyes darkened, and his pupils slightly dilated, which was proof that he was angry. He looked at Sang Dai with complicated emotions in his eyes.

After a long while, he said in a deep voice: "No one dares to touch my people."

[If anyone really takes action, they will all be killed.]

Even the tone of his inner voice was heavy, containing endless murderous intent.

Sandy moved her lips, trying to soothe him.

But before he could finish his words, he heard Su Xuan say:

"Sande, you can trust me."

Still no honorifics were used, only "I".

Maybe he didn't even realize it.

Su Xuan stood in front of her. They seldom spoke to each other in the past, and their eyes were always distant when they looked at each other.

But at this moment, his eyes were downcast, the tear mole under his left eye was lighter, no longer pretending, there was some hesitation in his eyes, and his handsome appearance was less aggressive.

Sandy took back her words, smiled slightly and said, "Well, I believe you."

There is no need to make it so clear, because they are the people who understand each other best in the world.

Su Xuan's ears turned slightly red, he turned around, opened the bead curtain and walked out.

"I'm waiting for you outside, Cuishao, help her pack her things."

He walked outside to a deserted place, and with his slender hands pressed on the black robe, Su Xuan could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

It's deafening.

"Really... how can you be so cute."

Want to kiss.