Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Snake Snake Multiple Films
The green snake demon behind finally escaped from He Wujiu's hands.
Ming Yueyi was not surprised to hear the news, because she had known who the snake demon was for a long time, but she did not expect that he would cover up for it like this. She would rather accept the punishment than hand over the snake demon.
However, she didn't want to expose it. During the days when He Wujiu voluntarily asked to be punished in the snow prison, she came to see him every day with a warm stone stove.
Although He Wujiu never accepted it once, she still insisted on placing the stove next to him.
Once this happened more and more often, he just accepted it.
There was frost all year round in the snow prison, and even the breath would quickly freeze. The young man sat hunched over in the short and narrow prison, with tiny icicles condensing on his eyelashes and hair, and a small puddle of water formed beside him.
"Junior sister, you shouldn't always come to see me. If the master sees you, he might punish you."
Ming Yueyi sat beside him, smiling nonchalantly, "If I'm discovered, I can just ask Master to lock me up in the snow prison next to my senior brother, so I can keep him company."
"You are always like this." He Wujiu smiled helplessly, but his face was cracked by the thin ice covering his skin due to being exposed to the cold for a long time.
Ming Yueyi watched his face, which looked more and more like a banished immortal carved from ice and jade, and accompanied him silently.
Perhaps because this place was so white and boring, He Wujiu would take the initiative to talk to her, mostly talking about what he had seen and heard outside over the years, weaving a world of the outside world for Mingyueyi that she had never seen before.
Ming Yueyi sighed, "As expected, the world is so vast and full of wonders. I have never seen many of the things that Senior Brother described."
He Wujiu smiled, looked at her gently and said, "So, Junior Sister, you must recover your cultivation as soon as possible, and then go out traveling with me."
Ming Yueyi nodded: "I will practice hard and try to keep up with Senior Brother's pace, and then try to catch up before Senior Brother ascends."
"We ascended together," he corrected her.
Ming Yueyi's smile revealed his sharp canine teeth: "If you want to ascend together, you have to wait for me, brother."
"Okay." He smiled indulgently.
Ming Yueyi pulled the corners of her mouth together in a fake smile, her heart was so calm that not a single ripple could arise. It was a pity that she couldn't step on him to ascend to heaven right now.
After chatting with He Wujiu for a long time, she saw that the time was almost up, so she took the warm stone stove and left the snow prison.
In the following days, she would practice sword skills every day before going to see him in the snow prison.
Everyone saw what she did, and they all thought that she loved He Wujiu deeply.
Tomorrow is the fifth day of He Wujiu's self-punishment.
Before leaving the snow prison, Ming Yueyi had delivered the last warm stove and was coming down from the Thousand Steps Terrace.
Clouds surrounded the top of the snowy mountain. The cranes and spirit birds were far away from each other because of the perennial coldness of the Cliff of Regret. Occasionally, she would hear a few of their cries, which would attract her attention. Naturally, she would see the young man in red clothes sitting on the bluestone at the foot of the long steps.
He seemed to be waiting for someone, sitting obediently on the stone, casually tapping the dead branches in front of him with his fingers as white as cream, and his black hair tied up with a hairband was as long as a winding black waterfall.
Mingyueyi took a few glances, then walked down the stairs carrying the heater.
"Junior Brother Yi." She took the initiative to call him.
The young man turned his head, his black pupils dimmed and his red lips curled up in a faint smile: "Senior Sister."
Ming Yueyi walked over, sat beside him, and asked in a natural tone, "Junior Brother, why aren't you practicing swordplay at this hour? Instead, why are you here? Have you received another mission?"
"No." He shook his head.
Ming Yueyi found that he was dressed up carefully today, wearing a red spirit stone in the shape of a water droplet on his right ear, which made his extremely ordinary face look like a spring flower, and was surprisingly eye-catching.
She took a look, then looked away and asked, "Why are you here, Junior Brother? It's very dangerous here."
He pointed to the dark and quiet cold lake below and said, "If anyone accidentally falls into the lake below, even a cultivator would find it difficult to climb out. I once had a fellow apprentice whose head fell off, and I couldn't save him. He had to climb up on his own."
"You can't blame me, senior sister. It's all his fault for not giving her a good start." The young man admired her unconditionally and inadvertently revealed his mean nature.
Ming Yueyi turned around calmly and asked, "So what are you doing here, Junior Brother?"
He drooped his eyelashes shyly, took out the food box from his arms and said, "Actually, I heard that Senior Sister has been here to see Senior Brother these days, so I came here specifically to look for her."
"Looking for me?" Mingyueyi's eyes fell on the food box held between his slender fingers.
He noticed her gaze and opened the food box. "Senior Sister saved me before, and I've been wanting to thank her. I couldn't sleep at night, and I remembered that she'd been injured while fighting demons. So I went to catch a spirit fish and made fish eye soup for her."
The moment the lid of the food box was opened, Ming Yueyi could smell the rich spiritual energy and strange fragrance without him having to say what was inside.
It's not the scent of soup, but a kind of cool fragrance that penetrates the skin.
"This fish eye condenses all the spiritual energy of the spirit fish. It is just right to use it to replenish Senior Sister's body. This way, Senior Sister should be able to recover quickly." He picked up the soup bowl, his dark and dull eyes full of anticipation.
Mingyueyi stared at the fish eye beads in his soup, which was made into a turbid white soup with tonic.
I don’t know what kind of spiritual fish he caught. The fish’s eyes are quite big, like two black beads.
The black beads soaked in the thick white soup, as if they had opened countless mouths, silently calling her to lower her head and drink. The black beads were like living people, shouting their own effects to her, and even a drop of water exuded a strange sense of being beneficial and harmless.
Ming Yueyi blinked again, and those bizarre scenes disappeared like an illusion. The fish eye soup in front of him was just an ordinary soup.
She raised her eyes and looked at the young man who was looking up and waiting for her to take it, and declined again: "Sorry, I already used it when I came here."
After being rejected, the young man's face showed regret, "Senior sister, do you really not want it? The spiritual eyes and spiritual replenishment are exactly what you lack."
Ming Yueyi shook his head, "Thank you, Junior Brother, for making up for the damage."
He stopped trying to persuade her and hung his head in disappointment.
But soon, Mingyueyi saw that his fingers were white from the cold, and she handed him the heater with pity, and a slight blush appeared on his face.
Ming Yueyi said, "Junior brother, I think you have a cold body. Every time I see you, your face is pale and your body temperature seems lower than that of ordinary people. This is a warming stone that can improve your body's coldness. I'm giving it to you. You can bring it with you next time you come to a place like this."
"For... me?" He still had his eyes downcast, his gaze seemed to be on the fireplace and on her fingers, his voice suppressing nervous excitement.
It was given to him by his senior sister, who cares about him.
"Yeah." Mingyueyi nodded, but suddenly let go of the heater in front of him.
Seeing the heater about to fall, he subconsciously reached out to catch it.
However, his hand was cut off before it touched the stove.
The severed hand, the heater, and the fish-eye pearl soup all fell to the ground, mixing together to form a strange pool of something that was neither red nor white.
He maintained the posture of extending his hand, raised his face, and his dilated pupils seemed to hide soul-stealing black hooks. He asked her in confusion, "Senior Sister, why?"
Ming Yueyi had already fallen to the side when he drew his sword to chop off his hand. Holding the sword that was still dripping with blood, she pointed at his seemingly ordinary yet strangely bewitching face, her red lips parted, "Junior Brother."
Junior brother did not call the inner disciple Xiao Yi, but Pu Yuemin.
He stared at the jade-like woman without blinking, a smile on his lips, "Senior Sister, you are amazing. You found me again."
Ming Yueyi judged from the fact that he was discovered but did not react in surprise that he already knew that she had already discovered who he was and was just playing a stranger game with her.
That night in the bamboo forest, she recognized Pu Yuemin.
The blind man was holding a lantern, and he seemed unaware of the approaching snake demon. His body temperature was ice-cold, and his speech and actions were very similar to Pu Yuemin.
In her opinion, only Pu Yuemin could portray such an innocent pervert so vividly.
Perhaps she had vaguely discovered that he had returned even earlier. On the day she left He Wujiu's cave, all the people she met, every blade of grass and every tree seemed wrong, and they were all him.
So when she found out, she didn't alarm the enemy, but waited.
Wait until he comes looking for you today.
Mingyueyi glanced at the medicinal powder spilled from the heater. The white powder, blown by the wind from the Thousand Steps Terrace, had already stained his wound as it spilled.
The boy's hands were visibly rotting, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he stared at her, his eyes as sticky as damp reptiles covering bones, trying to wrap around her.
Mingyueyi's scalp tingled when he looked at her, and without thinking, he raised his sword and swung it at him.
He sat on the bluestone without moving, letting her chop him again and again.
The scalp was cut off and fell limply to the ground along with the ears. The black eyeballs were punctured and the brain was bulging out.
Half of his body was cut into pieces by Mingyueyi, and blood was all over the ground, but his other intact eye was still staring at her feet with a smile, and his red lips were curved in obsession and pleasure.
Until Mingyueyi chopped him into a pool of soft mud, he never resisted from beginning to end, but smiled with satisfaction.
Mingyueyi chopped him into countless pieces, lowered his head following his last gaze, and only then saw what had exploded under his feet.
What was crushed was not a fish eye, but a human eyeball.
If she was truly defenseless against him, she would drink this soup, this broth made from human eyes.
Maybe the thick white soup wasn't fish soup, but something else.
An indescribable nausea surged from Mingyueyi's chest. He couldn't help but turn pale and hold on to the dead tree while retching wildly.
She had never encountered such a terrifying monster before. Its regenerative ability was abnormal and she was completely caught off guard.
After the nausea subsided, Mingyueyi weakly raised his red eyes and stared at the corpse on the ground, which was crawling with ants and insects that had come here to find the corpse.
What kind of demon is he and why does he keep pestering her?
Mingyueyi bit her lower lip, took out the demon-killing powder and sprinkled it on the boy's mutilated body. She watched the body rot bit by bit until even ants and insects were disgusted and flew away.
The body completely decomposed into mud, and she washed it clean with water.
The bluestone without the blood and rotten flesh is still the original bluestone. Occasionally, one or two black crows will stop on it and peck at the stone frantically, hoping to eat the blood stains that have not been cleaned in the cracks of the stone.
After killing the snake demon once again, Ming Yueyi hurried back to the cave and sprinkled realgar powder inside and outside. He was busy until late at night before returning to his bedroom to meditate and practice.
She had to practice as quickly as possible, not only to get rid of this strange monster, but also for the upcoming sect competition.
That night.
There was no bright moon, the place was covered with mist, the clouds were dark and heavy, and it seemed as if a heavy rain was about to fall on Qingyun Sect.
Outside the unique and elegant cave in the silence of the night, the fair-skinned and handsome young man's slender limbs seemed to be still unused to the new bones. He slowly crawled up like a boneless snake, with fascination on his snow-white face.
He walked into the cave with stiff movements, and his long black hair made a rustling sound as it stretched on the ground.
Senior sister, I'm back.
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