Chapter 124: The Master Sister Kidnapped the Demon Lord 13

She took out a large clay pot from her storage ring, scooped up some water and poured it over Wei Zhuyun.

Wei Zhuyun widened his eyes slightly and quickly stood up and dodged.

With a "bang", the place where he had just stood was washed.

"You want to buy a parrot with the same voice as me? Why don't you just turn me into a parrot?" Mingnan said as he splashed.

Wei Zhuyun dodged back and forth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "If you hit me again, I will fight back."

"Come on, am I afraid of you?"

Mingnan held the pottery jar, raised his chin slightly, and looked at him provocatively.

Her long hair was tied up behind her head and fixed with a hairpin. She wore a green double-breasted top and dark blue trousers. At this moment, her sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up, revealing her white arms and calves, which were dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

The sparkling water is not as clear as her eyes.

Wei Zhuyun thought for a moment, took off his robe, and jumped into the spiritual pond. The splashing water unexpectedly splashed Mingnan's head and face.

Mingnan: “…”

205: [Hahahahahahaha, now you are also a chicken in the soup, hehe~]

Mingnan smiled through gritted teeth, "Yun Zhu."

Wei Zhuyun rolled up his sleeves slowly, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Yes."

"Die!"

She bent down, filled the pottery jar with water and splashed it on Wei Zhuyun.

Wei Zhuyun was not to be outdone and scooped up water with his bare hands, focusing on a small amount but high frequency.

The two of them started a water fight under the scorching sun.

A waterfall was gushing down behind, and on the ancient trees on both sides were perched sparrows and various spiritual birds, which were now tilting their heads to look at the two childish humans in the sacred pond.

The two men went further and further off course as they fought, and the water splashed onto the trees, scaring the little birds that were watching the fun so much that they flew up in a flutter and circled in the sky, chirping.

I don’t know if I was scolding them.

After fighting for a while, the two men got tired and took a break without any prior agreement. They lay on the rocks and watched the clouds in the sky drifting away with the wind.

The sky was clear blue, the white clouds were either floating or curling, the breeze brought the fragrance of unknown flowers, ruffling their long hair and clothes, and they jumped towards an unknown distance.

Mingnan felt a little drowsy as he lay there.

Wei Zhuyun suddenly asked, "What are your plans next?"

Mingnan said sleepily, "Go find a magical herb."

"What are you looking for spiritual herbs for?"

Mingnan was silent for a moment, [Of course I'm not going to look for spiritual herbs, but if I say I'm going to seal the demon, will he think I'm crazy?]

"It'll be useful if you keep it. It might help with your injury."

She closed her eyes.

So she didn't see Wei Zhuyun's complicated expression for a moment.

To seal the great demon, even a narrow escape of death would be an easy punishment, if nothing unexpected happens, there would be no return.

After a long silence, Wei Zhuyun asked, "What about me?"

"Hmm?" Mingnan opened his eyes in confusion, "What?"

Wei Zhuyun stared at her deeply, "What should I do if you go to look for spiritual herbs?"

"Of course you should go back to where you belong." Mingnan said with a teasing smile: "Are you still relying on me?"

205: [Ah? Host, you don't want him anymore? ]

Mingnan said nothing.

Wei Zhuyun didn't say anything either, and the two of them suddenly fell silent.

They were lying side by side, but in an instant they seemed to be thousands of miles apart.

The sleepiness he had felt was completely gone. Mingnan sat up and said in a normal tone, "Your injury isn't serious. Go back. You have your own path to follow, and I have my own mission to accomplish."

…

Back in the cave, Mingnan looked at the screen and the glass couch where Wei Zhuyun had slept. He felt dazed for a moment. It seemed as if the companionship they had spent for such a long time was just a blink of an eye.

It seems like we just met yesterday, and today we have to separate.

How can we not feel sad when we meet and separate so quickly?

She sighed silently, turned around, sat on her couch, and began to pack her things.

205 puzzled: [Host, do you really not want him anymore? I saw you were so concerned about him these days, I thought you liked him? ]

[I like him.] Mingnan said frankly: [I liked him from the first moment I saw him.]

205: [Then why don’t you ask him if he wants to be with you? ]

Mingnan chuckled, "Liking someone doesn't mean we have to be together. I'm determined to die. If I can seal the demon, that's the best. If not, why bother risking my life? Besides, he's also a demon cultivator. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to seal the demon? If I don't ask, he'll consider whether to agree or refuse. It will only add to my troubles. Not asking is good for both of us."

205 wanted to say something, but she was right and couldn't be refuted.

After everything was packed up, Mingnan also put away his couch. After hesitating for a moment, he still did not move the screen and the glass couch.

She took one last look before walking out of the cave.

She didn't feel too bad that she didn't see Wei Zhuyun.

After looking at the setting sun, she turned and left without saying a word.

…

"master--"

The moon overhead was as round as a disk, casting its bright light all over the ground and stretching the shadow of the person standing with his hands behind his back very long.

Zhu Ling walked quickly to stand behind him, and looked down along his line of sight. She saw a girl in red standing on a small boat. The boat drifted with the current and soon disappeared into the depths of the canyon with her in it.

Zhu Ling's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered, "Master, it's time for you to take your medicine."

Wei Zhuyun finally turned around and gave him a look.

Zhu Ling immediately raised the glass bottle in her hand.

It was the one that the waiter had given to Wei Zhuyun before but he had rejected it.

Zhu Ling asked anxiously, "How did the master survive the last attack of the cold poison?"

"Don't you already know?" Wei Zhuyun glanced at him coldly, took the bottle, opened it, and drank it all in one gulp.

The bright red blood went into his throat, and everything it passed through became boiling hot, burning all the way to his stomach and then spreading to his limbs and bones. It was as if a fire had suddenly started inside his body, and he soon broke out in a sweat.

He sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, closed his eyes and practiced Qigong.

Zhu Ling stood by him to protect him. He smiled awkwardly, "I guess it might be related to that girl, but I dare not speak rashly. If she can really relieve your cold poison, why did you let her go?"

Wei Zhuyun didn't say anything, but the veins on his forehead slowly bulged.

Seeing this, Zhu Ling shut up and focused on observing the situation around her.

After about a quarter of an hour, the drug took full effect. Wei Zhuyun's originally jade-like face began to turn red. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His lapels and back were already soaked. He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

He looked inward at himself, and that strand of cold air was pushed to a dead end, and was finally spat out along with a mouthful of black blood.

"Your Majesty!" Zhu Ling quickly handed him the clean handkerchief.

Wei Zhuyun opened his eyes, a flash of hostility flashed across his eyes. He took the handkerchief and wiped his lips casually, then asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the situation with the demons?"

Zhu Ling whispered, "Wei Ming has been tricked, and the remaining two kings have secretly defected and are ready to serve at any time."

Wei Zhuyun narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up and loosened his hand, and the handkerchief began to ignite a blue flame, and in the blink of an eye it turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind.

"Let's go back to the palace."