Zhu Yuanqing was finally carried back by Jing Yuan.
After all, he was outside. Although there was magic energy under his body, its owner was not conscious now, and the magic energy would fail and wrap around him from time to time.
So throughout the whole process, Zhu Yuanqing was in a trance, and his back was rubbed by the soft grass over and over again. Not to mention the monks who came to check the situation, this was another layer of psychological pressure.
In short, when Jing Yuan regained consciousness, Zhu Yuanqing was exhausted both physically and mentally. He was panting while holding the person in his arms, and even temporarily forgot the idea of causing trouble.
The result of overwork was that he slept for a day and a half after returning home, but his dreams were restless and he always felt like he was being tossed and turned.
Strength is respected in the demonic world. Jing Yuan defeated Helian Jue, so he will naturally be the next Demon Lord.
As for the black fog, the other demon cultivators tried every possible way but failed to get in. In the end, they could only do their own things and wait for the people inside to come out.
This wait lasted five days.
Five days later.
Good news: their new Demon Lord has appeared (although he is holding a monk who is unknown whether he is a man or a woman)
Bad news: The Demon Lord has been locked up since entering the Demon Palace.
The demon cultivators stood in front of the tightly closed door, looking at each other. Finally, someone waved their hand and said, "Disperse, disperse. The Demon Lord is probably accompanying his beauty. How can he have time to pay attention to us?"
So everyone dispersed, but their spiritual consciousness was still staring at the direction of the Demon Palace, waiting to be the first to make their presence felt in front of the new Demon Lord, so that their future life would be easier.
They waited for two days, and the Demon Lord finally came out - and at the same time, a soft pillow embroidered with mandarin duck patterns also flew out.
The moment the terrifying gaze swept over, all the demon cultivators quietly withdrew their spiritual consciousness.
Phew, that was close.
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Inside the Demon Palace, Zhu Yuanqing clutched the quilt, his chest heaving violently, and it was obvious that he was furious.
Who knows how terrifying it is to wake up and find yourself lying naked in bed with someone looking at you from underneath!
Zhu Yuanqing didn't know how the others reacted, but if he hadn't seen Jing Yuan's face in time and restrained his murderous intent with his remaining rationality, the man's neck would have been broken!
The moment I saw her face, her hands intertwined, her hot and humid breath...
He remembered it immediately.
When Jing Yuan's murderous intent became apparent, he stepped back half a step and stood there holding a small box, his brows furrowed. It was hard to imagine what he was doing just now.
"go out……"
"Master, I'm helping..." Jing Yuan saw that the other person was in a bad mood and didn't remember anything else. He threw the things and rushed forward.
"go out!"
Zhu Yuanqing lowered his voice, stared at the person with red eyes, his pupils shrank when his gaze met, and he turned his head away.
Jing Yuan knew his master's temper, and naturally knew that it was a taboo to leave his master alone with his thoughts at a time like this. Upon hearing this, he was rarely resolute, but instead stepped forward, lightly hugged the person, and kissed the tip of the person's ear.
"Okay, I'm leaving. Master, don't be angry. You were slightly injured. I was just applying medicine. I had absolutely no other intentions."
The earlobe in front of me turned red, and then a pillow was thrown at me.
"Jingyuan, get out of here!"
The voice was urgent and angry. Logically, Jing Yuan should have been scared, but he could hear the shyness and confusion hidden in his master's voice. Hearing the words, he flew out of the door with the strong wind and deliberately hit the pillar, making a loud muffled sound.
Zhu Yuanqing's fingers trembled in the bedroom, and he looked outside suspiciously. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the ointment dropped on the ground, which seemed to be dropped by Jing Yuan just now.
He frowned, lifted the quilt, and then his hair stood on end. He slammed the quilt shut, his usual calmness and composure no longer in his eyes.
It’s popular...it’s actually popular!
He wants to chop this unfilial man to pieces!
Zhu Yuanqing grabbed the teacup on the coffee table and took a fierce gulp. The sweet honey water flowed into his mouth, and he finally suppressed his anger.
After finishing a cup, the scene that happened before gradually came back to mind. Zhu Yuanqing lowered his head, spun the teacup in his hand, and his ears turned red.
So angry...
He poured another glass and drank it all in one gulp. Zhu Yuanqing gritted his teeth and had to face his own thoughts.
But he did enjoy...
The tip of his nose was sniffing his favorite burning incense, his body was covered with the most comfortable cloud-patterned quilt, and his dantian was full of spiritual energy...
This fool actually tricked me into using the Caibu technique.
Aren’t you afraid that your strength will recover and you can kill him with a sword in the middle of the fight?
Scenes from the past flashed through his mind, including little Jingyuan dragging his short legs up the mountain, practicing swordplay, and opening food boxes... Zhu Yuanqing hugged his knees, his heart in a mess. The last scene froze at the moment when the man leaned over to his ear and called out "Master" in a low, hoarse voice.
Why? Why not push it away?
On the roof, Jing Yuan looked at Zhu Yuanqing worriedly as he finished drinking the honey water and buried himself in the quilt, his frown never falling.
That night, the person on the bed stayed buried for as long as the person on the roof watched.
Until the sun rose, Zhu Yuanqing still hadn't figured it out. He raised his head with his stiff neck, and suddenly felt a familiar warmth on his back.
A bowl of sweet porridge was extended in front of him, and the person behind him spoke.
"Be good, if you don't understand, I'll help you figure it out. Let's have some porridge first, okay?"
"No matter how many mistakes I make, they are all my fault. Master, please don't be angry. If you are really angry, just hit me. Jing Yuan will never resist."
The frustration and unknown grievances of the whole night finally poured out. Zhu Yuanqing bit the wrist in front of him, his eyes moist.
"Um."
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