Chapter 40 Chapter 40 The Snake is Extremely Evil
The boy was still wearing a red robe, which made his skin look as pale as paper. His throat seemed to have been sawed, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke.
It’s the face of Mingyi, the consumptive ghost.
He asked the female cultivator, "Is there a cultivator named Mingyueyi here?"
The female cultivator's soul seemed to be grasped in his hand, and she had long since lost consciousness. She nodded in response: "Yes, it's the Third Senior Sister from Fenjing Peak."
"Third Senior Sister?" The young man frowned, then gritted his teeth and sneered, "No wonder you were able to escape from me."
Thinking back to when he almost got to marry his sister, but his plans were disrupted by someone who appeared out of nowhere, forcing him to fake his death and escape, when he finally came out again, he found that Yun Town had been set up with a demon-killing formation, and he couldn't get in, so he came to Fenjing Peak.
Although ordinary monsters could not enter Fenjing Peak, he had been to Futu Sea and worshipped Lord Zhu Yan as his master, and obtained a cultivator's body that was not much different from his previous appearance, and only then was he able to sneak into Fenjing Peak.
It’s all the fault of these monks. If it weren’t for them, he would have been with his sister for a long time.
The young man continued to complain to himself, then turned to look at the female cultivator beside him. The darkness in his pupils gradually filled his eyes, leaving no trace of white in them. He asked her grimly, "Young lady, I want to seek revenge. Are you willing to lend me a hand?"
The female cultivator didn't understand what he was saying, so she nodded and said, "Okay..."
The young man smiled, reached out and pushed the female cultivator to the ground, tore off her clothes, and planned to eat this body for future use.
Ming Yueyi, who was hiding aside, didn't expect that Ming Yi was actually a pervert. He tore off the female cultivator's skirt without saying a word.
A female cultivator's terrified cry was heard in the distance. Mingyueyi appeared with the long sword clenched in his hand, and with a cold look in his eyes, he slashed at the young man who was neither a ghost nor a demon.
The young man, who was about to open his mouth, didn't expect there was someone behind him and was almost cut in two by a sword.
He rolled on the ground, raised his sinister eyes and glared. When he saw the person coming, a sinister smile appeared on his face: "Great, so you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time. Give my sister back to me, give her back to me."
After saying that, he made claws with his hands and attacked Mingyueyi.
Ming Yueyi threw the sword in his hand to Pu Yuemin beside him and ordered: "You go to fight, I want to see how Junior Sister is doing."
Pu Yuemin caught the broadsword that fell into his arms, blocked the attacking claws with his hand, and stared at her back with resentment as she turned and ran towards someone else.
Senior Sister always cares about others and doesn't want to worry about whether he can defeat the evil monster with his current "cultivation level". He will be provoked to the point of poison.
"Senior sister...it's not fair." The boy's eyes turned red with grievance.
The attacking consumptive ghost's gaze fell on his face, his black eyes suddenly shrank into round holes, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was suddenly swept across by the young swordsman with his sword.
He quickly retreated, avoiding the sharp sword intent, and looked up at Pu Yuemin with a complicated expression: "It's you!"
Pu Yuemin did not respond to his surprise. His fingers holding the sword were pale and thin, and he stared listlessly at the thing that appeared.
He almost bumped into his senior sister when she wasn't paying attention.
Dead thing.
With resentment, he attacked with another sword.
Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, the consumptive ghost turned around and fled to the other side without caring about the female cultivator on the ground.
Ming Yueyi supported the female cultivator, raised his head and shouted: "Pu Yuemin, don't let him escape."
Pu Yuemin nodded to her and immediately chased after her.
Two figures disappeared into the forest, and Mingyueyi helped the female cultivator to under a tree.
"Senior Sister Ming." The female cultivator slowly came back to her senses and almost burst into tears as she looked at the woman in front of her.
Mingyueyi comforted her and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." The female cultivator had just experienced such a terrifying thing and was crying at this moment.
Mingyueyi couldn't bear to see the woman crying, and was about to hold her in his arms, but his eyes inadvertently fell to the ground.
Although it rained heavily last night, the dim light today was just right. The golden light fell on the ground and drew clear lines on the edges of the shadows.
But now, there was no shadow under the female cultivator.
Ming Yueyi put his hand on her head as she covered her face and cried, and comforted her softly, "Junior sister, don't cry, you are safe now."
The female cultivator raised her pitiful face and sobbed, "Luckily I met my senior sister, otherwise I might have been killed by that evil creature that is neither a demon nor a ghost today."
Ming Yueyi hummed, gathered strength in his palms, and calmly and indifferently shattered the beautiful head of the female cultivator.
The unfinished words of the nun were lost in the wind, carrying with them the stench of the swamp.
No matter how fast Mingyueyi dodged, she couldn't avoid the smelly mud that splashed out when her head exploded, staining her skirt.
The headless 'female cultivator' seemed unaware and continued to sit there, gurgling and emitting the stench of the swamp, the wings hidden in her shoulder blades tremblingly breaking out of the skin.
It is a swamp butterfly demon in human skin.
Mingyueyi put her into the demon-catching gourd, without bothering to clean the smelly mud on her skirt. Thinking of Pu Yuemin chasing after the tuberculosis ghost, she felt something was wrong, and quickly made a hand gesture to chase after him.
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The sun was blocked out by the towering trees in the forest, and the consumptive patient fell to the ground like a kicked ball.
He exhaled a breath of black demonic energy, looked up at the young man in red clothes sitting on a tree not far away, and shouted: "Ming Yi, don't kill me, look, it's me."
I haven't heard this name for a long time.
Pu Yuemin held the broad sword, rubbing her pretty face against it, a gentle smile on her lips. "Who are you calling Mingyi?"
The consumptive ghost didn't know that he had abandoned this name for many years. He thought that he had forgotten him and said, "I am Mingzhen, the Mingzhen who grew up with you. Have you forgotten me?"
Growing up together?
He was born a demon, he was born like that, he never grew up with others.
Pu Yuemin was fed up with what he heard, and stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick the hilt obsessively.
Well, my senior sister held it.
He was so happy that he almost stretched out his tongue and wrapped it around the sword.
Such a perverted scene surprised Ming Zhen. Seeing that the young man had become like this after so many years, he thought that the person Lord Zhu Yan was looking for might be him.
Ming Zhen immediately said: "Whether you still remember me or not, I am now under the command of Lord Zhu Yan. Lord Zhu Yan has sent people to look for you and wants you to go to the pagoda..."
Before he could finish his words, something entangled his throat and he could only make a humming sound.
Mingzhen stretched out his pale long tongue, his completely black eyeballs drooped, and saw that his neck was tightly strangled by a thin snake that had wrapped around it at some unknown time, like a rotten corpse being dragged to the ground.
The tip of a black boot landed in front of him, and then his face was harshly stepped on.
"It's all your fault. I could have avoided licking the sword." Pu Yuemin stared at the monster under his feet, which was neither human nor ghost nor demon, and blamed him like a young man with an evil nature.
"I almost licked Senior Sister's lips, reached in and licked her broken heart, leaving my scent on it. It's all your fault, it's all your fault."
"Why didn't you come later? I came after kissing Senior Sister. It's all your fault."
Mingzhen was now using his human body. His neck was strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't utter a word, and his face seemed to be crushed by him.
He had no idea that the two of them were going to be intimate here. If he had known earlier, he would not have disturbed Ming Yi, let alone thought of seeking revenge on Ming Yueyi.
He knew Mingyi too well, and knew that he could be extremely evil or extremely good depending on his heart.
Ming Yi is now extremely evil.
But now his face was crushed and his neck was almost strangled to death. If he died this time, he might be eaten, and there would be no Ming Zhen in this world anymore.
Mingzhen stretched out his hand tremblingly and suddenly grabbed the boy's overly long black hair or the hem of his robe that was covering his face.
As soon as I touched it, I heard the boy's strange cry.
“It hurts.”
What hurts?
Mingzhen withdrew his hands tremblingly, and then heard the tone of the young man, who had been extremely vicious just now, soften.
“Senior Sister…”
When Mingyueyi arrived, he happened to see Puyuemin's long black satin hair being grabbed by the evil spirit lying on the ground with its tongue hanging out.
He held the broadsword and turned to look at her, his eyes welling up with tears and the corners of his eyes were pitifully red: "Senior Sister, you are finally here."
Mingyueyi flew over and cut off the demon's hand with a sword. He extended his hand to Puyuemin: "Junior brother, give me your hand."
The young man's eyelashes were wet with joy, and his thin, pale rose lips curled up into a smile. He extended his cold, pale hand to her, as if a poor mortal trapped in prison had been redeemed.
Feeling the oppression, the toe of the boot lifted up, and the evil spirit on the ground seemed to sense a good opportunity to escape.
It rolled over on the ground, and then it fled madly, fearing that if it fell behind even a step, it would become the soul of the two men's swords.
Mingyueyi saw him running away and wanted to chase him, but Pu Yuemin, who he had just rescued, fell to the ground for no reason.
“Senior Sister…”
Ming Yueyi didn't care about the evil spirit and turned around to squat beside him, "Junior brother, are you okay?"
Pu Yuemin leaned on her shoulder, raised his dazed, flushed face, and his slender body trembled uncontrollably. "Ugh, it hurts."
"Where does it hurt? Are you injured?" Mingyueyi was shocked when he heard that.
The female cultivator was born from the swamp butterfly monster of Futu Sea, and the monsters in Futu Sea can occupy the body of the cultivator.
Ming Yueyi thought he was possessed by an evil spirit, so he quickly summoned Fusheng, grasped his cold and bony wrist, and pushed Fusheng in to cleanse the evil spirit from his body.
Just like when they first met, Pu Yuemin was not on guard against her, and Fu Sheng easily got in.
His meridians were unobstructed and there was no demonic energy.
Mingyueyi finally let go of his worried heart and planned to take a break from his busy life, but unexpectedly, the same thing happened again.
He opened the spiritual palace unknowingly, and Fusheng rushed in like nectar, so fast that she had no time to stop him, and he was in in an instant.
The two spiritual consciousnesses, one cold and one warm, were like slippery little snakes, entangled with each other.
Tighten, entwine, and become inseparable.
"Uh..." The excitement of Fu Sheng in Mingyueyi's head made her almost unable to concentrate on circulating her spiritual power. She uncontrollably let go of her hands and covered her trembling heart.
She lowered her head and breathed lightly, her cheeks flushed, and the mist in her eyes wet her eyelashes.
So comfortable.
The young man who she was unable to let go of slowly opened his eyes and stared at her who was tortured by lust. A hazy smile appeared on his gorgeous face. He grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her into his arms, continuing to let more spiritual power entangle her, and both her soul and spirit felt a happiness that she was reluctant to let go.
Ming Yueyi was weak all over, helpless in his arms, her cheeks red as she gasped for breath, trying her best to stay awake and get out of this trance, but her mind was immersed in the happiness she had rarely experienced, so she could only let his face bury in his shoulders and neck, his cold lips rubbing against them stickyly.
The two invisible spiritual powers that penetrated into the spiritual palace turned into prototypes.
A beautiful white snake and a floating lotus with closed stamens.
Mingyueyi seemed to see the little snow-white snake crawling up Fusheng, licking greedily with its scarlet tongue, and Fusheng Rui slowly opened to accept it.
A few drops of sticky silk hung from the petals and dripped onto the snake's tail.
The white snake was as excited as if it had drunk fine wine, its pupils erected, it wrapped its tail around Fusheng, and poked its head into him.
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