Ming Teng's serpentine pupils contracted slightly, and his fingertips trembled.
Just thinking about Fu Yu made him unable to suppress the dangerous thoughts in his heart.
The dignified Demon Lord actually had such filthy thoughts about his master.
That's utterly outrageous!
Ming Teng took a deep breath, maintaining his outward composure.
"The heavenly calamity has not yet manifested, so we cannot draw any conclusions rashly."
"The Demon Lord is wise."
"However, these villains of the immortal race should indeed be taught a lesson, otherwise they will still think that I am a weak and easily bullied paper tiger."
Ming Teng waved his hand at Ling Xiao, "I'll leave this matter to you."
"This humble servant will certainly not fail in his mission."
Ling Xiao knelt on one knee.
He knew perfectly well that the Demon Lord could not possibly have any compassion for the people of the Immortal Realm.
The Demon Lord spoke up for the people of the Immortal Realm just now, but only because Immortal Lord Fu Yu helped the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord has always been clear about his grudges and favors.
It's naturally different for someone who saves your life.
But the Demon Lord's kindness towards Yu was limited to this.
When the immortals and demons clash in the future, the Demon Lord will certainly not show any mercy.
"There's one more thing."
Ming Teng took out a piece of cloth from his bosom and handed it to Ling Xiao.
"You're good at finding people, find out where this person is now."
Ling Xiao undoubtedly had a clue, thinking it was a clue to finding the Heavenly Tribulation. He sniffed very carefully, almost sucking the fragrance off the fabric.
Ming Teng's expression was inscrutable.
He quickly pulled the fabric back, folded it carefully, and put it into his pocket.
This was a piece of gauze he had stolen from his master's wardrobe. He needed to smell it, touch it, and even bite it every night to fall asleep peacefully.
Now, it's almost covered in the saliva of this paper dog.
Ling Xiao closed his eyes, the paper spun around, and his head suddenly stopped to the right rear.
"It's the Cold Pool of Tianshan, this taste..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ming Teng vanished without a trace.
"In order to safeguard his demonic position and protect the demon realm, the Demon Lord spared no effort in searching for the Heavenly Tribulation."
Ling Xiao was moved to tears. He quickly wiped them away just before the water stains soaked the paper dog's head and sniffed.
"I will also strive to complete the Demon Lord's mission."
He encouraged himself, staring in the direction of Ningguang Mansion, a bewitching red light appearing in his eyes.
"Hypocritical immortal brat, prepare to die!"
The sun is setting.
A faint glow of rosy light spread across the perpetually frigid summit of the Tianshan Mountains, while the mist emanating from the icy pools enveloped the surrounding area.
It was shrouded in mist, like a dreamlike illusion.
After passing through a lush, dense forest, a quiet and elegant courtyard comes into view.
In the courtyard.
Fu Yu was resting his chin on his hand, writing with a pen at his desk.
A faint golden light emanated from the courtyard, clearly indicating that a barrier had been deliberately set up by someone.
"Master."
Ming Teng lowered his Adam's apple, as if afraid that the scene before him was a beautiful dream that could be shattered at any moment.
"apprentice?"
Fu Yu looked at Ming Teng in surprise, then stood up to stop him from getting any closer.
"This is a formation set up by Master. Don't try to force your way through. Your magical power is still weak, and you're injured..."
Before Fu Yu could finish speaking, Ming Teng had already resolutely walked into the courtyard.
The moment he entered the barrier, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
But he seemed oblivious, the bright red blood flowing over his fair skin, making him appear fragile and pitiful.
With the Golden Serpent Demon Lord's magical power, this small magic array wouldn't be able to cause him any damage at all.
But now that he has suppressed his true form, every step he takes feels like thousands of golden needles piercing his body.
The more you take a step forward, the deeper the needle pierces.
Ming Teng frowned, more and more blood gushing from his mouth, and snake scales faintly appeared on his cheeks and arms.
Pain could not stop him.
He looked in the direction of his master, gritted his teeth, broke through the last layer of barrier, and walked into the courtyard.
“Ming Teng”.
Fu Yu supported Ming Teng, who was extremely weak and almost collapsed.
I finally saw my master and was lying in his arms.
The air was filled with the master's fragrance.
In the master's flawless pupils, there was only his reflection.
Ming Teng felt so comfortable that he could hardly suppress his serpentine instincts.
It hurts, where does it hurt?
This is a wound of happiness!
If he gets injured, he can stay by his master's side every step of the way; he can get injured every day!
"Ming Teng, why are you doing this?"
"Why did Master take the blame for his disciple?"
"The thought of my master being injured because of me is worse than death to me."
The vine clung to Fu Yu's neck, its fangs instinctively bared.
The white, venomous fangs of the snake slowly grazed Fu Yu's neck.
Because he looked so pitiful and his injuries were so severe, his master didn't even notice his transgression.
Such clean skin.
It would be beautiful if the golden snake's mark were left behind.
"Ming Teng?"
Fu Yu's voice awakened Ming Teng's reason.
With just one sip, he could inject the alluring, intoxicating venom into Fu Yu's skin.
No!
He must be crazy.
How dare he treat his master like that!
He should have carefully tried to please, seduce, and tempt his master, instead of resorting to such despicable means!
Ming Teng suppressed the urge to pull out the snake's fangs and forced himself to sit up. "Master, are you injured? Is anything bothering you?"
Fu Yu looked at Ming Teng with a face full of question marks.
Master couldn't bear to hurt Fu Yu, so he only gave her a verbal reprimand and put her in solitary confinement.
The location was chosen to be the Hanchi Pond, which she was most familiar with.
How could the all-knowing and all-powerful master not know that it was those cultivators who struck first?
However, there should be limits to retaliation.
Moreover...
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