Chapter 305 Can You Give Me Artificial Respiration?
The eldest young master's figure was like a dark cloud, gradually covering Ye Xiaoman's head.
Ye Xiaoman didn't hide. She stood in the shadows, looking at the monster in front of her with pity, "You died such a miserable death."
The eldest young master didn't like to hear the word "death". He roared, "I'm not dead! I'm alive! Alive!"
"Have you forgotten? You've died thousands and tens of thousands of times," Ye Xiaoman reminded it word by word of its real name, "Ten Thousand Souls Banner."
As soon as the three words "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" came out, it was like entering the correct password, breaking the seal. The young master's expression froze for a long time. He lowered his head, and dozens of pairs of eyes shed tears of blood at the same time, "Am I really not a human..."
The owner of the manor had such a gloomy expression that he wanted to tear Ye Xiaoman into pieces, but as long as his chanting of the spell was interrupted, he would have to start over again, so he could only let Ye Xiaoman do whatever she wanted.
Ye Xiaoman jumped onto the big tree and hopped around on the branches next to the owner of the manor.
"Wanhun Banner, you were once a child of a hunter family, living in the countryside. You had a carefree childhood, a few close playmates, and a happy family of three. You loved standing under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village after sunset, waiting for your parents to come home..."
"Wanhun Banner, you were once the pillar of your family. You traveled all over the country doing business, enduring the harsh weather every day, yet you were happy to do so because you knew that you were the only one who could support your young children and elderly mother..."
"Wanhun Banner, do you still remember the fireworks display along the Qinhuai River? You loved standing beneath the high walls every day, gazing at the sky outside. You counted the money in your pocket. If you could save another three taels of silver, you could redeem yourself and become a good woman..."
Ye Xiaoman stood with her hands behind her back, constantly guiding the victims to recover their memories.
The eldest young master covered his face and cried more and more miserably, tears of blood and blood slid down, and the strange face looked like wax melting. He roared angrily several times, and his body grew higher and higher, turning into a soul-calling banner.
The soul-calling banner was as tall as the owner of the villa. Countless wronged souls ran out of the banner, their cries shaking the sky. The black souls were like roiling black water, covering the clear blue sky of the villa, and in an instant the sky was dark.
All the residents were frightened by the sudden incident and hid themselves away.
"You have a happy life."
Ye Xiaoman stood beside the owner of the manor, poking his head with her finger. Arrogantly, she made the owner's head tilt to the side and said to all the wronged souls, "Identify this man! He killed you!"
The spirit-calling banner's flag tumbled violently. "Ah! I remember!"
I remember it all.
It was the middle-aged man in front of him, with an ordinary round face. He dressed up as a peddler, concealing his identity as a ghost cultivator and traveling around. He used his sword to kill one person or massacre an entire village, and his stable life would be destroyed.
Countless wronged souls howled and attacked the owner of the manor!
The owner of the manor could no longer bear it and said, "Shut up!"
He shot a ghostly aura at Ye Xiaoman, who dodged it nimbly. Yue Mushan peeked out from the bottom of the hill, "Sister Yin!"
Ye Xiaoman took advantage of the situation and ran towards Yue Mushan.
The owner of the manor continued to attack, and the dirt kept blowing up from his heels.
Soon the owner of the manor had no time to take care of other things. The attacks of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner became more and more fierce, and he could only let Ye Xiaoman go temporarily.
Ye Xiaoman rolled down the short slope and bumped into Yue Mushan. The two of them hugged each other and rolled down the steep slope.
Ye Xiaoman's forehead hit Yue Mushan's chest. Yue Mushan groaned and pressed the back of her head against his chest. Ye Xiaoman subconsciously hugged Yue Mushan's waist.
Yue Mushan is at the age where he is in the process of transitioning from a boy to a man. He has a mixture of boyish and girlish characteristics that are difficult to distinguish. He has a thin body and a flexible waist, and feels much better to hold than Xiao Chujing and the others.
Yue Mushan pressed her down and buried her head in his chest. The refreshing breath of a young man, like green fruit, rushed into her nostrils, and she couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
There is a large lake at the bottom of the slope. There is a pebble buffer between the lake and the slope, and the slope is straight up and down.
They rolled to the buffer zone. Yue Mushan grabbed a small tree growing diagonally on the low slope with one hand, with Ye Xiaoman hanging on his waist, and the muscles in his shoulders and arms were bulging.
The silver ornament hanging from his forehead swayed, his pale face flushed pink, and he gritted his teeth, "Don't let go."
Ye Xiaoman inexplicably felt that this cliff-falling scene was somewhat familiar.
Her chin rested on Yue Mushan's abdominal muscles, and she looked up at the shaky tree. "Brother Cat, I think whether we let go or not, we're going to fall..."
The owner of the manor and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner were fighting fiercely above, and sand and gravel kept rolling down the slope. The small tree creaked, and the trunk could not support the weight of the two people, and broke in half. Ye Xiaoman and Yue Mushan fell into the big lake below.
Ye Xiaoman fell into the lake and as she sank to the bottom, a string of bubbles came out of her mouth. From the corner of her eye, she saw Yue Mushan dancing his limbs and swimming towards her underwater.
The furry tail behind him swelled up like a long white silk thread, wrapping around her waist several times, holding her up firmly to prevent her from falling.
It was the first time that Ye Xiaoman saw that a demon cultivator's tail could be used in this way, and she found it novel and interesting.
Yue Mushan swam over, grabbed her arm, and swam up with her until they emerged from the water.
The woman's clothes were soaked and stuck to her body, pressing against him. He could feel the distinct curves and undulations of her clothes, and he didn't know whether it was her face or her body that was getting hot.
The heat spread from his heart to his stomach, and the burning sensation turned into speed. He anxiously dragged her and swam quickly, bringing her ashore.
The two fell to the shore. Ye Xiaoman tilted her head and pretended to be drowning and unconscious.
She thought about the idol dramas she had seen. According to the plot, the boy would come over and give her artificial respiration with his mouth.
The beautiful background music sounded around her again, she opened her eyes, their eyes met, and a love story began.
Ye Xiaoman was thinking so much that she almost laughed out loud. She also heard the sound of Yue Muchan getting up, and the sudden sound of stomping, which became more and more urgent.
You know what, Yue Mushan is so young, and his voice is quite timid when he speaks.
The sound of her groaning was choked with sobs, and it sounded like her phantom limb was about to grow out.
There is just no action.
Are you shy?
Ye Xiaoman opened her eyes a little and looked in the direction of Yuemu Mountain.
The owner of the manor's cold face fell into her pupils.
The man and the ghost looked at each other quietly for a while, and there was a hint of awkwardness in the air.
Her pupils dilated and she yelled "Fuck you!", her back slid on the grass, the weakness of drowning disappeared, and she ran three meters away from the owner of the manor with full energy.
Could you ugly ghosts please not show up so quietly?
It's really chilling.
"Are you done fighting?"
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was destroyed just like that? Its strength is too weak.
Ye Xiaoman patted the grass seeds on her butt, stood up, and found Yue Mushan.
He was captured by the owner of the manor at some point and was tied up by several black auras and hung in the air.
The clothes on his body were torn into several large holes, revealing his snow-white skin. Under the beating of the black energy, several purple and red marks appeared.
The black energy was like a sliding vine, mercilessly reaching into his torn clothes and sinking into his flesh.
The more he struggled, the tighter the black energy bound him, and he broke into pieces like a half-played toy.
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