"What is it, please tell me?"
When will the Demon Lord awaken?
According to Wen Jingge's thinking, half a year has already passed. According to the script, the Demon Lord should be weak at this time and should have woken up, but he just can't leave the Northern Demon Realm.
She shouldn't have been so oblivious to even the slightest hint of something.
“This…” Jingwu hesitated.
"You can wait until you don't want to ask anymore before you speak." She leaned against the pillar and closed her eyes as she waited.
Jingwu thought he should run.
So he really ran away.
The net only restricted his abilities as a demon, but it couldn't restrict his actions. He couldn't break free from the net, but he could run away with it.
Wen Jingge opened her closed eyes, glanced at the scene, and then closed them again. Seemingly bored, she simply collapsed onto the ground behind her.
As soon as Ling Yi opened the door, he saw his master looking so dejected. Thinking of his master's departure, he comforted him, "Master, why don't we go out for a walk? You don't like staying in the sect, so let's go!"
Wen Jingge pinched his face, "You little kid, instead of thinking of something nice, you're actually trying to persuade your own master to run away from home."
"What do you mean by running away from home?" Ling Yi helped her up from the ground, brushing the dust off her as he asked, "Master, do you believe in the past?"
Wen Jingge remained silent, waiting for Ling Yi to continue.
This child is extraordinary.
He had far more secrets than Wen Jingge had imagined, but Wen Jingge simply didn't ask, waiting for him to tell her himself.
"And you?" Wen Jingge looked him up and down.
The boy has grown quite a bit in the past six months. He used to be small, but now he has grown half a body. His once tender and round face has become more defined and sharp.
He is no longer the child who used to hide behind Yang Wennan, afraid of being hurt.
Wen Jingge thought to herself with a touch of emotion that she really wasn't a qualified master.
Ling Yi was someone she took a liking to based on first impressions. She could have left immediately, but she turned back because of him.
At the time, she was thinking that if she didn't take it with her, she might regret it.
"Master?" Ling Yi waved his hand in front of her eyes. "Are you listening to me?"
"No, really." Wen Jingge looked at him apologetically. "What did you just say?"
"Never mind!" he sighed like a little adult. "That person has already run away. After I came out, Master has been in a daze. Should I go find my senior brothers and bring them back to catch him?"
"You just said a lot to me?" Wen Jingge suddenly realized.
"Yes! I was saying that my senior brothers and sisters sent letters a while ago, asking about Master's situation, but I haven't replied yet."
"A lot of talk?"
"Master... what's wrong?"
Wen Jingge was able to decipher what he was saying by watching his lip movements, but with her hearing, she heard something completely different from what Ling Yi was saying.
It felt as if another soul had parasitized Ling Yi, and the person speaking to her in Ling Yi's place was that soul.
Do I know you?
"Master, what's wrong? Don't scare me! I'm going to find Uncle-Master Fan, Master, wait for me."
Ling Yi was about to run away when Wen Jingge grabbed him.
What she heard from Wen Jingge was, "Master's past and my past, isn't Master really even a little bit curious? Where did Master's past come from, doesn't Master care?"
Explain yourself!
"Master!" Ling Yi looked behind him in fear.
Just now, he felt like someone was watching him, and his master was talking to that person.
"I told you to explain yourself clearly!"
"Master!" Ling Yi shrank back in fear.
He had been a disciple of Wen Jingge for so long, and this was the first time Wen Jingge had ever been so fierce to him.
Ling Yi used to be afraid that his master would be difficult to get along with, but after getting to know him, he realized that his master was a complete hands-off manager, and the one who could really teach them, the new disciples, was actually the eldest brother.
But now...
His master woke up as if he were a completely different person, and he was completely stunned. His master looked as if he wanted to tear him apart.
If he cannot resolve his master's doubts, he will face certain death.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"Shut up!"
Ling Yi shut his mouth, and the voice shut its mouth as well.
"Now continue speaking."
"What...what did I say?!"
"Hehehe... If you want to know, remember to come find me!"
"Who are you!"
"Huh? I, I am your disciple!" Ling Yi grabbed Wen Jingge's hand that was gripping his collar and wouldn't let go. "Master, have you fallen into demonic possession? Please don't scare me, okay? I've always been a very timid person."
"The person you're looking for, once you find me, I'll tell you all the answers you want to know."
"Me in the coffin?"
"Yes, yes, the coffin. You saved me back then by carrying me away in a coffin."
"Coffin?" The voice paused, "What coffin?"
"It seems it's not you." Wen Jingge had narrowed down the target to a small area. "The Demon Lord?"
"The Demon Lord? The Demon Lord hasn't awakened yet." As he spoke, Ling Yi pulled a letter from his sleeve. "This, this is an order from the Xuanmen, saying that they will train the troops for two years first, and then they will be at our Xuanyun Sect..."
"Yes, it seems Master Wen is quite good at riddles." He said with a hint of a smile. "I really hope you can protect the disciple in your arms."
"What did you do to him? Was it the same as the Hundred Ghosts Banquet from back then?"
"Master, the Hundred Ghosts Banquet? Didn't we already come out? Why are you bringing this up, Master?"
"right."
"Master, you..."
Wen Jingge tossed Ling Yi onto a chair, then sat down on the spot herself, looking weak: "Were you scared just now?"
Ling Yi looked at her with a troubled expression for a while, and only after confirming that Wen Jingge was alright did he ask, "Master, who were you talking to just now? What... what will become of me?"
"Weren't you just talking to me... no, that wasn't you." Wen Jingge chuckled awkwardly, then laughed even more heartily when she saw Jing Wu running back. "You're back now?"
“I’m back…” Jingwu was even more embarrassed than Wen Jingge had been earlier.
"Master, what should we do with this demon?"
Wen Jingge pulled out a black coffin and looked at Jing Wu thoughtfully. "My previous conditions still stand. If you want to run, then run again!"
Then, Ibu ran away again.
Next to run past was the old man driving the hearse. "Hey! Aren't you really going to help? I'm not capable enough, are you trying to squeeze me dry?"
"I can't even squeeze any more out of them." Wen Jingge brushed the fluff off her shoulders. "Look at me, which eye of mine looks like it has any cultivation?"
The old man glared at her angrily, "You just wait, the moment I get out, I'll definitely kill you, no matter who you are!"
"Hmm. Let me see what you're capable of."
The old man ran away, but he got even angrier halfway there.
He actually fell for such a simple provocation.
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