Chapter 175 Little Taoist, please let me go.
As night fell, Jiang Zhi sat obediently on the chair, allowing Youchen to apply medicine to her.
When the white powder touched the four bleeding nail marks, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and her delicate brows were tightly furrowed.
Youchen acted as if he didn't hear it, and his hands became heavier.
"Ah! Be gentle."
Jiang Zhi wanted to cry but had no tears, not understanding where Youchen's anger came from.
You Chen looked up, his ink-black eyes filled with a hint of anger that was hard to ignore, and his words were particularly inhumane.
"Bear the pain for me."
Jiang Zhi reluctantly uttered "oh", closed his eyes tightly, and waited for the pain to come.
Um?
A cool feeling came from the wound, like a small feather brushing against it, numb and painless, yet extremely gentle.
Youchen lowered his head, his eyes were deep, and his eyebrows were serious and gentle.
The moonlight shining through the curtains fell steadily on his angular profile, dividing it into two halves: light and shadow.
The long, curled eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, and the crimson lips under the high nose bridge appear delicate and ruthless.
He was wearing a black Taoist robe, with a neat bun, bulging blue veins, and wrists with distinct joints, which were sexy and charming. The touch of black made his skin look even whiter, giving Jiang Zhi a stimulating and forbidden feeling.
It was as if the god on the throne of the Nine Heavens was pulled down from the altar and contaminated by the mortal world.
Jiang Zhi was unconsciously immersed in it. Even when Youchen had already put away the medicine powder and stood up, his eyes were still glued to him nakedly, giving him a fiery look.
"The fox's tail is exposed."
With a deliberately lowered voice, Youchen looked at the huge fox tail behind Jiang Zhi, his eyes deepened, and his tongue unconsciously touched his dry lips.
Ancient books say that fox demons will uncontrollably expose their tails when the weather is clear, which means they are courting a mate.
So, this little fox demon has dirty thoughts about him?
Jiang Zhi helplessly held the tail, trying to control its wild squirming, but the next second, furry ears popped out from the top of its head.
Jiang Zhi: ...
You Chen chuckled softly, unable to conceal his joy as if it was overflowing from his chest.
late at night
Youchen lay on the bed, tossing and turning.
He had no idea about matters of the heart. He had traveled the world alone over the years and had seen learned scholars abandon their wives and children, and brutal and bloody demons kneeling on the ground begging him to spare their wives and children. His heart had long since become calm, as if it was bound by something and he could not feel any sympathy.
There was once a butterfly demon who knew that she was doomed to die and was hysterical towards him.
"You'd better pray that you never fall in love with someone, otherwise I will be watching you from hell, watching the person you love die a miserable death!"
Youchen was not angry, his expression was very calm, and he cut open the butterfly demon's inner elixir without blinking.
Now, a heavy feeling weighed on my heart, and my eyebrows twitched violently, as if I was afraid.
Fear?
What is he afraid of?
At the same time, on the highest mountain outside Yueyang City, an old man in white clothes was pale and spitting blood.
In front of him was a huge golden bell, covered with invisible nails, and two tiny cracks appeared on the surface.
It seems like something is about to break out of the clock...
The next day, Xiaobai was still sleeping soundly, but Jiang Zhi had already gotten up from the bed, changed into a emerald brocade dress, and sat in front of the bronze mirror.
The self in the mirror had dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, and dead skin on his lips due to dryness.
She didn't sleep the whole night. As soon as she closed her eyes, the faint smile that Youchen heard when he left echoed in her mind.
Ambiguous and seductive...
Just thinking about it, a heat rushed to the top of my head, and the fair little face in the mirror gradually turned red.
Jiang Zhi's appearance is not actually that of a glamorous one, but after becoming a fox demon, her every move is filled with an unconcealable charm.
Just a slight frown can make a man obsessed and at a loss.
Xiaobai was already awake. He sat on the bed and looked at Jiang Zhi for a long time. He couldn't help but say softly,
[Host, that's enough. You're almost making the mirror bloom.]
Jiang Zhi pretended not to hear and began to cover the bruises under his eyes.
Xiaobai was ignored and was very dissatisfied. He flew to the dressing table with a huff, successfully blocking Jiang Zhi's sight.
Jiang Zhi resisted the urge to slap it in the face, and asked with a gentle smile:
"Do you want to die..."
Xiaobai silently took two steps to the side.
Jiang Zhi withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and his fingertips hooked the plump flesh under Xiaobai's neck, enjoying the pleasure of stroking the chicken. "How much is Youchen's current black value?"
Xiaobai raised his eyelids and gave Jiang Zhi a trembling look, fearing that the slender white knuckles would strangle his neck in the next second.
[Do you believe me when I say one hundred?]
Jiang Zhi: “.........”
"Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."
"One hundred..." Seeing Jiang Zhi's eyes gradually become fierce, Xiaobai quickly added, "That's because the villain hasn't remembered you yet, so all your previous efforts were in vain."
"Then what should I do to restore his memory?"
[On the highest peak outside Yueyang City, stands a golden bell. Only by destroying it will the villain remember you, but...]
Xiaobai didn't finish the rest of the words and gave Jiang Zhi a pitying look.
Jiang Zhi was confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Xiaobai said quietly, "Have you forgotten what you did when you left?"
Jiang Zhi suddenly felt something was wrong. "He won't kill me, will he?"
At that time, Youchen gave her the Buddha's light so that she could cultivate into a human form. He also betrayed his master and brothers and eloped with her.
But what about her? Her five fingers condensed into claws and pierced his burning chest.
Although she did not kill him, she sent a letter to his master in advance.
But no matter what, he had deeply hurt Youchen.
Xiaobai said with certainty, "Yes."
If it were any other dimension, the villain would never attack the host.
But this plane is different. The Buddha's light took away all his conscience and empathy. Now Youchen has been possessed by a demon.
Thinking of the countless murders he had committed, Xiaobai felt terrified. After struggling for a long time, he decided to tell Jiang Zhi the truth directly.
[Host, have you ever had a dream before?]
Jiang Zhi recalled that bloody yet real dream.
The coldness and numbness in Youchen's eyes when he killed someone left her with lingering fears.
Xiaobai sighed helplessly and projected a picture in the air.
[I didn't have the heart to tell you before, fearing you would blame yourself, but now I still choose to let you know the truth. ]
Jiang Zhi looked over blankly, and Youchen's slender figure appeared in the air.
At this moment, there was no warmth in his eyes, his cheeks were stained with blood, and he had an expression of disgust, like a devil from hell.
In front of him was a mother and daughter, a flower demon, who looked extremely miserable.
"Master Daoist, my mother and I have never done anything bad. Please spare our lives!"
The flower demon mother knelt on the blood-stained ground. There was a big hole on her forehead and blood was flowing out, but she seemed not to feel the pain and knocked her head down hard.
one time....
Two clicks...
Three times...
The innocent and cute little flower demon stood beside her mother, clutching her clothes in fear, looking at Youchen with eyes that revealed confusion.
He seemed to not understand why his mother kowtowed to him.
"Please! I can die, please let my daughter go!"
The flower demon mother's shrill plea did not arouse any sympathy from Youchen.
When the magic chain is cast, blood will be shed.
With a puff, a chain pierced the hearts of the mother and daughter. Blood dripped onto the dry ground and bloomed into small flowers.
The little flower demon snuggled in her mother's arms, her red eyes fixed on Youchen's resolute and indifferent back.
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