"Damn it!" Yuan Qingling covered her mouth, embarrassed. "Step aside, Master, please."
Wen Jingge didn't speak. She wasn't interested in the golden crow, which was still a bird. She was just curious about how the golden crow had managed to hide its leg when they met at the village entrance.
Now, she has more important things to do.
Her third disciple faintly carried demonic energy, as if he had fallen into demonic possession, but in reality, he had reached the highest level.
It must be because he said the phrase "the mind is free from external things"!
The ability to utter memorable quotes at any time depends on one's past life experiences and previous professional characteristics.
Sentences that might have been ubiquitous in the past wouldn't have the slightest effect on ordinary people, because everyone's tired of drinking toxic or overly sentimental platitudes every day.
But this is another world where no one has undergone nine years of compulsory education, and there are not many cultured people from the lower classes in the Xuanmen sect.
Wen Jingge's sentences are worth studying in depth.
Clearly, Yang Wennan is a studious and good student; he has already grasped the concept.
"Master..." Yang Wennan's face turned even redder, as if he had caught a severe cold and had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius.
"I know." Wen Jingge looked at him, then at the Golden Crow that was trying to run away, cast a spell to freeze it, and then asked her disciple, "Have you been sleeping with the Demon Harp these past few days?"
"...Me." For Yang Wennan, the social humiliation of this scene was even greater than that of Jinwu kissing him just now.
Moreover, the world where Master resides is dark, but for them it is daytime.
He watched as Jinwu embraced his master, kissing him passionately, when suddenly another master appeared behind Jinwu, and the master in his arms turned into a birdman.
"It's alright, next time you can hold Gouchen. You can't withstand the demonic energy of the Demon Harp." With that, Wen Jingge took out Gouchen and let him hold it. "Continue thinking about what you thought of before."
She looked up at the top of her head, and if she wasn't mistaken, that damned "non-existent" thing seemed to have returned.
That feeling of being unfree reappeared.
What did you do?
"Weren't you scared to death by lightning?"
[No, I'm back at headquarters.] The machine's voice carried a hint of joy, as if it had something wonderful to share with Wen Jingge. [The vulnerability is fixed.]
Wen Jingge's smile faltered for a moment. "Non-existent" thought there was another malfunction on its end and mentally called out "Hello" a few more times.
"I'm here." She thought to herself, "Damn it!"
"Not Existent" said: [Your decision to go down the mountain was absolutely correct, but have you noticed something's off? You've only encountered demonic beasts; you should have encountered treacherous people, which would have been more in line with the established storyline.]
"Stop!" Wen Jingge quickly stopped herself; she didn't want to be assigned any random little tasks.
All she wanted to do was to guide her disciples to advance in rank before her character died in the script, and incidentally, to get a free look at this beautiful land.
Taking on a few more disciples was an unintentional act; what if they could help her completely eradicate the idiom "non-existent" from her mind?
Wouldn't that be more interesting?
Could it be that the system, the sky above, the one in my sea of consciousness who calls himself "this one," and the coffin are all vying for this body?
【I think your emotions are very abnormal.】 "It doesn't exist," he said with a serious expression.
It deceived Wen Jingge.
It was injured because of Wen Jinge's lightning-attracting formation, but it couldn't tell Wen Jinge, because given Wen Jinge's personality, she would definitely gloat and might even be able to get rid of it completely.
In the past, it could have continued investigating, guessing Wen Jingge's little schemes, and telling her to be quiet.
But now, its capabilities are limited, and it can no longer investigate.
Although it didn't know what Wen Jingge was thinking, it understood that it must be a dangerous idea.
"Look behind me, what's that?"
【Xuan Yun Sect.】 "Non-existent" is enigmatic, yet capable of empathy. 【You wouldn't be thinking of destroying the Xuan Yun Sect, would you?! No! It can't be destroyed! You know…】
"What?"
It wouldn't say "it doesn't exist" no matter what, so Wen Jingge was trying to trick it into saying something.
"Forget it, say it or not." Wen Jingge didn't care about this. "The eighty-one tribulations are getting harder and harder. I've already encountered dangerous people just at the mountain gate. Do you think the Xuan Yun Sect is a pushover? The reputation of a thousand-year-old sect is there for all to see. Who would dare to cause trouble?"
As she spoke, she glanced at the oblivious three-legged golden crow, which happened to be in beast form, and asked, "Can that thing be eaten?"
The "non-existent" thought that if it had eyelids, they would be twitching wildly.
That is a three-legged golden crow.
"Yes, is it delicious?"
[I'm here to remind you, don't forget to assassinate Shan Hongxing! His attitude towards you is a bit off! Don't be soft-hearted!]
"It doesn't exist!" she stomped away angrily, not forgetting to add in her haste, "Don't call me again! Unless you're about to die!"
"Don't worry, I won't look for you even if I'm about to die." Wen Jingge's eyes seemed to sparkle with stars.
"What... what do you want to do?" The three-legged golden crow was truly panicked at this point.
The woman stood guard beside the disciple the whole time, refusing to untie the puppets. He had no one he could use right now.
Wen Jingge has things that "don't exist" in her mind, and only Lu Wei, the soul from ancient times, can see this. No one else knows about this.
This caused the three-legged golden crow to be extremely worried about his situation. He used his two wings to protect himself and looked at the person who was walking towards him step by step. "You, what exactly do you want to do?"
The moment the Demon Harp and Gou Chen appeared, he realized that this person was no ordinary individual.
Ordinary elders of the Xuan Yun Sect could not tame such a sword spirit; both swords exuded an evil aura.
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