Chapter 17 Chapter 17 What's the point of looking at me? Focus! ...
There was an indescribable temptation in Chou Song's last tone, and Ye Nanque felt like she was about to fall asleep as she listened.
Chou Song spoke one sentence after another, leaving the other party with no chance of resistance: "Don't you want to defeat him? What is Mu Jiulin? What is Hengshui? Defeat him and let me help you, isn't it better?"
Okay, okay.
Ye Nanque slowly raised his head: "What should I do?"
A smile of triumph flashed across Chou Song's face and was caught by Ye Nanque, but he pretended not to see anything.
Why are these villain groups so open about their behavior? They're afraid others won't know how evil they are.
Chou Song smiled gently, pretending to be extremely kind: "It's actually very simple. Just come closer to me and I'll give you a wisp of my magic energy. If Jiang Caiyu doesn't help you, I'll help you increase your power."
Ye Nanque hesitated: "Demonic energy?"
Chou Song: "Don't worry, I will hide it deep enough so that not only Jiang Caiyu but even You Bihuai won't be able to detect it."
Under his guidance, Ye Nanque walked up to him half-believingly and half-doubtingly. Chou Song's red pupils emitted a faint light in the dim environment. It was rare to see such two-dimensional eyes. Just as Ye Nanque was about to take a closer look, a red light flashed into his eyes.
He subconsciously closed his eyes and heard Chou Song's laughter in his ears: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, just try to breathe."
It really doesn't hurt or itch.
Following Chosong's instructions, Ye Nanque tried to gather his strength. The power within him enveloped him like a surging tide. Compared to the cultivation of the reputable and upright sects, the demonic cultivation techniques were inherently overbearing. This was the first time Ye Nanque had felt such a powerful force.
He opened his eyes in surprise.
Chou Song laughed: "How is it? Do you feel my sincerity?"
Ye Nanque thought for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, senior."
Chou Song grinned: "Go ahead, go and compete with Mu Jiulin again, enjoy the pleasure of winning, don't embarrass me."
With Chou Song's demonic energy in their bodies, Ye Nanque and Mu Jiulin were much more comfortable in their competition. Even the fellow students who were watching praised them: "Senior Brother Ye is indeed Senior Brother Ye."
Ye Nanque won, and Qin Qi's face was very bright. He said to Mu Jiulin provocatively: "Your previous victory was just a fluke. Senior Brother Ye is the one who has the real strength. Even though many people praise you as a genius, there is only one true genius in cultivation, Senior Brother Ye."
Mu Jiulin obediently put away his sword and walked to Ye Nanque: "Of course, senior brother is always the most powerful."
Tsk, even though I don’t want to admit it, it feels really good to be praised and looked up to by everyone.
Ye Nanque gave him a pretentious look and said, "You, actually, are not bad."
After being looked at and praised by Ye Nanque, Mu Jiulin didn't know why his face suddenly felt hot, and the spiritual power in his body surged out and he couldn't control it.
He looked around in panic and saw that the land beneath his feet, with himself as the center, began to turn green visibly and sprout new leaves, and was still spreading outward.
It is now late autumn, and the grass and trees are withered, only the places within the reach of his spiritual power are revived.
The people around also saw it, so the words that were originally praising Ye Nanque's outstanding swordsmanship suddenly changed direction.
"Is this... the talent of plant and tree spiritual roots?"
"It's amazing. This is the first time I've seen such a scene."
"Has Junior Brother Mu's spiritual root talent been stimulated? Isn't it true that only those above the Golden Core stage can use their talents?"
"Junior Brother Mu is indeed extraordinary."
Ye Nanque bit her handkerchief and shed tears: [Is it true that I will never be able to pretend in front of the hero?]
System: [How about calling it the protagonist halo? It's not called the supporting role halo.]
Ye Nanque: [Hmph, I'm going to leave in anger and rage!]
But he failed to leave in anger because a long grass suddenly grew out of the grass and tied his ankle.
Ye Nanque frowned and looked at Mu Jiulin.
Mu Jiulin was very panicked: "I don't know why this happened. I, I just don't want my brother to leave. I don't know why this...this thing grew..."
Seeing that Mu Jiulin was about to cry, Ye Nanque shook his head, sighed, and put his finger on his brow: "You have to try to learn to control your own talent."
Mu Jiulin opened his eyes and looked at Ye Nanque's face which was so close to him. The weeds under his feet grew more and more, tying up both of Ye Nanque's feet.
...Why was he the one who suffered when Mu Jiulin's spiritual roots and talents went out of control? Wasn't this kid born to be against him?
Ye Nanque patiently taught Mu Jiulin to recite the mantra silently. Mu Jiulin seemed to be following along obediently, but his eyes showed a dull look, as if he didn't take it to heart at all.
What are you looking at him for? Is there something written on his face?
Anyway, he wasn't the one who tied up this pile of weeds, right?
Ye Nanque could no longer endure it and growled, "Close your eyes! What's the point of looking at me? Focus!"
After being yelled at by him, Mu Jiulin quickly closed his eyes, even feeling a little aggrieved.
But the weeds finally retreated.
A small flower was hovering at Ye Nanque's feet, swaying proudly, which was unpleasant to the eyes.
Ye Nanque stared at it and said, "Let it retreat."
Mu Jiulin immediately said: "Okay."
Three minutes later, the flower was still shaking.
The blood drained from Mu Jiulin's face: "Brother, I don't know..."
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he squatted down and quickly pulled up the out-of-season wildflower, quietly hiding it behind his back: "This way, Senior Brother can keep out of sight."
Ye Nanque gave him a cold look, then turned and left.
That night, when Chou Song summoned him, he took the initiative to respond and came to the Demon Prison.
Chou Song laughed unabashedly and said, "Even if you beat Mu Jiulin in swordplay, it seems everyone still thinks he's stronger than you. My demonic energy can only stay in your body for a while. Once it's all used up, you won't stand a chance of winning."
Ye Nanque took the initiative to step forward and said: "Senior, please lend me some more."
"Borrow?" Chou Song smiled softly, "You noble and upright people are so nice to talk to, but can you really give it back to me? Of course I can give you magic energy, and you don't have to 'return' it. However, I have a small gift for you, and you just need to do one small thing."
Ye Nanque became more alert: "What?"
Chou Song: "Look at you, I just asked you to do a small thing, but you don't trust me again. Bring me a small item that belongs to Mu Jiulin, and then you will know that I am doing this for your own good."
Take something from Mu Jiulin?
Ye Nanque was stunned. It wasn’t that this was difficult, but... was there such a part in the plot?
That's right, after he became Ye Nanque, his behavior was slightly different from the original novel, so it was normal for some minor plot details to change. Anyway, if there was a problem, the system would definitely remind him.
Ye Nanque thought about it and agreed softly: "Okay."
It wasn't difficult to get Mu Jiulin's personal belongings. He didn't even ask for them. He just took a few more glances at the spiritual bag tied around Mu Jiulin's waist and praised it for being beautiful. Mu Jiulin then happily took off the spiritual bag and said, "Brother, you like it. I'll give it to you."
How come you don't have any guard at all...
Ye Nanque felt a little guilty, as he knew that Chou Song definitely didn't intend to do anything good by asking for Mu Jiulin's personal belongings.
Until more weeds tangled up under his feet, Ye Nanque silently withdrew his conscience: "Let them go away."
Mu Jiulin: "I, I'll be there right away."
This process lasted for more than half an hour.
Ye Nanque handed Mu Jiulin's Earth Spirit Bag to Chou Song: "I have brought the things to you, senior. Can you..."
"Of course," Cho Song opened his red lips slightly, his smile carrying a hint of deep meaning: "Come here, this time, you have to drip a drop of blood into my eyes."
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