Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Snake sticks out tongue
Outside the cave, spring is in the air and the bamboo leaves are lush and green.
The young man knelt on the ground with his knees bent, his dark robe lightly covering the green buds. A little bamboo fairy sat on the hem of his robe, shaking his head in the spring sun. Such a quiet scene seemed like a fairy painting.
As the female voices of laughing and accompanying each other came from behind, He Wujiu put down the shovel in his hand, turned his head and looked over with a smile.
The door was wide open, and at a glance one could see two young monks walking up the stone steps. One was still, the other moving, adding a touch of spring to the emerald green bamboo.
Guan Qingyun glanced at the inner courtyard, and when she saw him, she let go of Mingyueyi and ran over happily, holding up her skirt.
"Big Brother."
He Wujiu stood up, but because his hands were covered in mud, he had no choice but to avoid the little girl who was about to pounce on him.
Guan Qingyun, who had failed again, pouted and looked at him pitifully, accusing him, "Big Brother, you let the little bamboo spirit sit on your robe and you wouldn't even let me hold you."
He Wujiu shook his head and said, "Junior Sister, you are already grown up. You shouldn't just jump on a man casually. Besides, I have mud in my hands."
"I don't mind."
"It's still not possible. Junior Sister has grown up."
Mingyueyi, who stepped into the courtyard one step behind, happened to hear the young man's habitually gentle voice, and the tone of his scolding was gradually warming.
Guan Qingyun was coaxed very quickly, and since he and Mingyueyi had been following him since childhood, he listened to him very much.
"I understand, Big Brother. I will only hug you and not anyone else."
Although she murmured quietly, she still expressed her dissatisfaction with him avoiding her and not letting her touch her.
He Wujiu just shook his head when he heard this, and his gaze fell on Mingyueyi, who had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white wrists.
Noticing his gaze, Ming Yueyi raised her eyes to meet his, and jokingly said, "Brother, your bamboo shoots don't seem as good as they were last year."
"How is that possible!" Guan Qingyun was unhappy. He rolled up his sleeves and squatted over, saying, "If you think what Senior Brother has is not good enough, then don't take it. Give it all to me...eh?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she dug out a piece of bamboo shoots and saw that the shoots buried underneath had been eaten by something and were oozing with rotten sour water.
So smelly.
Guan Qingyun's face changed and he fell silent.
Seeing her undisguised look of disgust, Ming Yueyi suppressed a smile and said, "Since Junior Sister likes it, I'll give it all to you."
Guan Qingyun didn't necessarily like eating bamboo shoots very much, but there was a lot of spiritual power in the backyard of her senior brother. Every spring, the bamboo shoots that had absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would uncontrollably spread and grow in the yard. She would ask her senior brother for some every year, but she had never eaten them all.
She would have to secretly throw away the rotten bamboo shoots she brought back, so there was no need to go through all the trouble, but the words she had just said were thrown out again.
The little girl didn't answer, Ming Yueyi couldn't help but teasing her: "Do you want it? Junior Sister."
He Wujiu came over and said helplessly, "The roots are rotten. You can't eat it if you take it back. Junior sister, please stop teasing her."
With someone backing him up, Guan Qingyun pouted and snorted, "Bad Mingyueyi."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head with a finger.
He Wujiu treated everyone equally and admonished: "I have told you many times that you cannot call me by my name. Senior Sister is Senior Sister."
Guan Qingyun covered her forehead with tears in her eyes and spoke again to Ming Yueyi: "Bad senior sister."
He Wujiu sighed softly.
Ming Yueyi laughed, then looked at him seriously, "Big Brother, wasn't the top of the bamboo shoot healthy? I used my spiritual power to probe it before we left the mountain, and it was tender and crispy too. How come the root is like this now that we've returned?"
The caves are protected by barriers, and the spiritual energy in the Lucerne Cave is sufficient. No matter how difficult it is to survive, it can grow better here than anywhere else. Why did it turn out like this this time?
He Wujiu didn't tell her that before leaving, he had instructed Xiaozhu to use medicinal powder to take care of it. When he came back, the yard was full of bamboo shoots growing beautifully, so he called her over.
But just now, he turned around to get a shovel and other tools, and when he came back after leaving for a while, he found that the roots of these bamboo shoots had been bitten by something and became corroded and rotten.
He Wujiu's gentle voice was tinged with shame. "It's probably because there are so many insects and snakes this year. I forgot to isolate the bamboo forest in the back mountain before I left, so those greedy little bugs gnawed away the ground, making Junior Sister's trip in vain."
"It's okay, senior brother." Mingyueyi shook her head. She didn't come here to eat bamboo shoots.
Although the bamboo shoots were rotten, there were still other things to taste.
He soaked the green plums from the back mountain into wine, and paired it with a few plates of spiritual deer meat and other dishes that could improve one's cultivation. The three of them then sat in a circle in the yard.
Guan Qingyun asked curiously, "By the way, Senior Brother, I haven't asked you yet if you found anything when you went down the mountain this time?"
This time the troops were divided into two groups. He Wujiu and his men went down the mountain first, while Guan Qingyun and Li Changming had not had time to go down the mountain. The few people who went down the mountain first came back again. Ming Yueyi was injured and unconscious, his junior brother was nowhere to be seen, and his eldest brother was in seclusion again. Guan Qingyun had not yet asked about the truth.
Mentioning what happened this time when he went down the mountain, He Wujiu frowned slightly. "There's something strange going on out there. My uncle has used his body as a formation, and I don't know what kind of monster he's imprisoned in Yun Town. That monster is quite powerful, able to push back people's memories, creating a false sense of time. I've already told my master that perhaps the legendary great monster has reappeared here."
"Ah." Guan Qingyun's eyes widened in shock.
It is not a great skill to delay the memory of ordinary people, but it is a different story for cultivators with strong will, especially cultivators like the eldest brother who practice the way of ruthlessness.
This monster is so powerful that even my uncle sacrificed himself for it and formed a magic circle to trap it inside.
Guan Qingyun was surprised and said incoherently, "Didn't Senior Brother bring back the remains of our uncle? Did you find anything after sending them to Master?"
He Wujiu shook his head: "Master is still investigating, so I don't know yet."
Guan Qingyun muttered softly that even if the abnormality in Yun Town was not the legendary monster, it still had to be found and eliminated as soon as possible to avoid cholera in the world.
Mingyueyi lowered her eyes and sipped the plum wine, savoring the sour taste, and listened without saying a word.
In fact, there was no big monster. It was Shang'er who did it. She wanted to find a powerful monk to recognize him as the master and take her out. There was only a consumptive ghost named Ming Yi who had some abilities in Yun Town.
He Wujiu noticed that she had been silent, looked at her and asked, "Junior sister, are you okay?"
Ming Yueyi smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother. I'm fine now."
He Wujiu looked her over for a few seconds, then instructed Guan Qingyun, "Junior Sister, I heard from Second Junior Brother yesterday that he seemed to be going to discuss investigating the swamp monster with him today. Should we go now?"
Guan Qingyun didn't hear the meaning of his words to chase him away. He looked at the table full of delicacies with regret: "But I haven't eaten with my eldest brother for a long time. If you want to join us, let's go after we finish eating."
He Wujiu knew she didn't understand, so he sighed inwardly and said more directly, "Next time I'll treat you alone. I'll have Xiaozhu make another portion for this one and send it to your cave."
Now Guan Qingyun finally understood.
"Big Brother, are you chasing me away?" She looked at him with pitiful eyes.
"Yes." He Wujiu smiled lightly, "I have something to discuss with your senior sister, so please be obedient, little junior sister."
"Okay." Guan Qingyun glanced at Mingyueyi beside her. Although she was unhappy in her heart, she knew that although the senior brother seemed gentle and easy to talk to, she had to leave even if she didn't want to. Besides, the senior brother didn't invite her to come in the first place.
"Senior Brother, I'll leave first." Guan Qingyun was reluctant and wanted him to stay.
The young man stared at her gently without saying a word.
Seeing that he really wanted her to leave, Guan Qingyun couldn't help but stamp her feet. She glared at Ming Yueyi before turning around and walking out of the yard.
It's all Mingyueyi's fault. Whenever she is around, the eldest senior brother will focus all his attention on her. It is obvious that they both entered Fenjing Peak together and are both his junior sisters who practiced swordsmanship with him, but the eldest senior brother just likes Mingyueyi very much.
Could it be because she practiced the free and easy way and did not choose the ruthless way like the eldest brother?
But it's too late to regret now. Although the Way of Mercilessness is more powerful than other ways of Taoism, it is really difficult to advance. She still prefers the Way of Freedom.
Guan Qingyun comforted himself and his mood suddenly improved. He jumped onto the sword with joy and was about to leave, but suddenly he remembered that he had not yet told his senior brother about the incident today where his junior brother was robbed of his treasure and killed.
My junior brother also seemed to say, don’t tell anyone else for the time being.
Guan Qingyun instantly retracted the toes that were pointing towards the ground, remembering the person who was sent to the disciplinary hall and had not been stopped yet.
"It's over. How come I completely forgot what Junior Brother said?"
Her heart tightened, and she didn't bother to go back to the Lusen Cave Mansion. She flew directly to the Discipline Hall on her sword. Even though she knew it was too late, she still tried to see if she could stop him.
This party flew away in a hurry on their swords, while the two people in the Lusen Cave looked at each other in bewilderment.
After Guan Qingyun left, the young man opposite kept his eyes on her, his dark eyes seemed to see through her.
Mingyueyi looked at him calmly, her fingertips clenching the bamboo chopsticks, worried that he would see something.
Until she couldn't bear it anymore, a harmless smile appeared on her lips, and she asked in confusion: "Brother, why are you looking at me like this?"
He Wujiu's eyes fell on the sake in front of him. After a few breaths of silence, he suddenly asked, "Junior sister, are you hiding something from me?"
Mingyueyi's heartbeat suddenly became irregular. If it weren't for the fact that her heart was now replaced by a vajra, her flesh heart would have been beating loudly.
Fortunately, she was no longer the naive girl who would panic and reveal her true identity once she noticed that his tone was wrong. Faced with He Wujiu's unreasonable questioning, she was only startled for a moment because she thought he had seen through her concealing her cultivation level.
Given He Wujiu's personality, once he has made up his mind, he will not question it but will directly confirm it.
So now he doesn't know, just guessing.
Ming Yueyi's eyes curved like crescent moons, and she smiled in confusion and asked, "Brother, what are you talking about? What could I possibly be hiding from you?"
He Wujiu looked at the junior sister in front of him. Her already pretty face looked even more beautiful because of her charming smile. It was still the expression he was most familiar with, but he always felt that she had changed since some time.
As for what had changed, he couldn't figure it out from beginning to end, just as he always felt that she was hiding something from him, but couldn't figure out what it was that was worth her hiding.
Ming Yueyi poured him more wine and asked in a half-hearted tone, "Brother, are you still under the influence of Yun Zhen and your memory is confused?"
A rare look of confusion appeared on the young man's handsome face. Before he could think clearly, he had already followed her words and answered, "Maybe."
Ming Yueyi put down the wine jug and said with concern, "It seems that Senior Brother needs to take a good rest for a while."
He Wujiu shook off the confusion under his eyelashes, and saw that she supported her chin with both hands, raised her black and white eyes, and her face was full of worry. The subtle illusion in his heart suddenly disappeared.
He said, "By the way, Junior Sister, Junior Brother's sword is still in you, and you suspect he is a demon. You will definitely not accept his heart. I have chosen another object for you to replace it."
Ming Yueyi swallowed a piece of spirit deer meat slowly, "Brother, that's not necessary. I went to find my junior brother yesterday just to ask him to take out the snake sword, and he already did it yesterday."
Now Pu Yuemin is dead, and his mutilated body will be discovered soon. Everyone will find out that he is a demon, and the natal sword in her body has been taken out long ago. This matter cannot be concealed, so she chose to speak out.
"Took it?" He Wujiu was stunned when he heard that.
Ming Yueyi raised her eyes and smiled at him, "And what I said before about seeing my junior brother as a monster, maybe it was just my illusion."
He Wujiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Illusion?"
Ming Yueyi nodded: "Well, I went back last night and thought about it carefully. Maybe it was because of the illusion when I took the sword. Just like what Second Brother said, maybe it's because Junior Brother likes to raise snakes, so I mistook Junior Brother for a monster."
He Wujiu saw that she was so sure, and laughed, "Now that Junior Sister has taken the Snake Sword, she has to accept Junior Brother's heart. It seems that what I prepared is useless to Junior Sister."
"I don't need his heart. Junior brother is gifted and a rare genius in sword cultivation. I don't need his." Ming Yueyi shook his head and asked curiously, "What did you choose as a replacement for me?"
She wanted to use the vajra as a ritual implement, but it would be a pity to use it to fill the missing heart. If there was a better replacement, she would be happy to exchange it.
He Wujiu said: "My other spiritual root."
The reason why he felt that it was normal for Pu Yuemin to have two hearts was because he also had two spiritual roots.
Ever since his junior sister blocked the fox demon's attack for him, he dreamed every night that she was killed by the fox demon by having her heart dug out. Then last night, she was killed by being sacrificed with a sword. This was beyond the scope of ordinary dreams.
He frequently dreamed of things that had not yet happened, and he realized that he had a mental demon.
The most taboo thing for people who practice cultivation is to have inner demons. In the mildest case, their cultivation will come to a standstill, and in the worst case, they will fall into the path of demons.
He didn't want to let this little thing affect his cultivation, so he exchanged his own spiritual roots with it in order to eliminate the inner demon that had not yet taken root.
"Junior sister was injured because of me, and now I want to give one of my spiritual roots to you."
The words that He Wujiu repeated were like thunderclaps falling on Ming Yueyi's chest.
She looked at the young man in front of her, surrounded by the breeze and bright moon. Her chest felt like it was burning with fire, and her scalp and limbs began to feel numb.
He Wujiu's spiritual roots.
The scene of his two spiritual roots being detected is still vivid in his mind. Most people in the world only have one spiritual root, but He Wujiu has two, and both are top-grade spiritual roots.
Even if she had read the book and knew that this was the usual character setting of the upgraded male protagonist, he would be suppressed first and then promoted, and would be found to be surprisingly different in adversity.
It fits the situation well that after the exciting beginning, the author is worried that there will be no more exciting moments for the hero later on, so he arranges for him to fall from the altar again so that he can write another exciting point. This is why Yun Zhen has his heart dug out and his cultivation level regresses.
Now He Wujiu's cultivation has not regressed, but he has to give her the spiritual roots that helped him reach the top.
It was hard for her to resist such temptation.
Seeing that she was hesitant to answer, He Wujiu called her again: "Junior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart, looked at him and smiled softly, "No need, Senior Brother. I can use a magic weapon instead for the time being."
Although she wanted it very much, she was also very clear that the male protagonist's spiritual root was not that easy to obtain. If she took the spiritual root, the plot would get out of control, or if she continued to repair it, it would be counterproductive.
She would not accept it rashly until she was sure that the plot would not collapse because he took out the spiritual root for her. No matter what, she had to get through the plot of her being sacrificed by the sword.
"Brother, if anything happens to you because of me, I will die without a doubt." Ming Yueyi blinked with regret, showing a rare bit of playfulness, and as usual, everything was based on his safety.
"Besides, refining one's spiritual roots is not an easy task. If one fails, it will undoubtedly be a waste of Brother's spiritual roots."
He Wujiu had heard her say before that she would not accept her junior brother's extra heart, and he roughly guessed that she would not accept his either.
He didn't continue, but raised his hand to rest on her black bun, gently rubbing her forehead and sighing softly: "Junior sister has become more sensible, senior brother will definitely find someone better for you."
"Yeah." Mingyueyi raised his black eyes and looked at the young man, with a dark look in his eyes.
It turned out that He Wujiu didn't want to give it to her.
The two did not discuss the matter anymore and ate a few bites of food in the courtyard. Ming Yueyi was thinking about the wreckage that was sent to his master's temple, and his mind was full of ripples of discontent. He was afraid that the matter of the magic weapon would be traced back, so he was in no mood to enjoy the wine and eat meat.
She drank a few cups of green plum wine, then raised her flushed face drunkenly and looked at him with eyes full of spring water. "Big Brother, I suddenly remembered that I have something unfinished. I won't drink the rest of the wine. If I drink any more, I will miss the task."
He Wujiu realized that although she asked and answered questions, her mind was not here, and it was probably just an excuse to leave.
He didn't expose her, "Okay, Junior Sister, if you like it, you can pack up the remaining green plum wine and take it back to enjoy later."
"Well... I like it." Her red face was pressed against the pottery jar, and the blush on half of her cheeks seemed to have spread to her thin eyelids, with tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.
He Wujiu's eyes inadvertently fell on her slightly parted red lips as she spoke. He paused for several breaths, then glanced away slowly, a gentle, helpless smile on his lips: "As long as Junior Sister likes it."
The junior sister likes to drink, but her alcohol tolerance is not high. In order not to affect her cultivation, she rarely touches the bottle. However, whenever she sees the second junior brother with a wine gourd hanging around his waist, she will look at it for several times.
Several times he had seen her asking his second junior brother if he could give her a lid to try, so the green plum wine was originally brewed for her by him.
Mingyueyi closed his eyes and felt dizzy from the alcohol.
He Wujiu took out the remaining few pots of wine tied with red ropes from the inner room and placed them next to her cheek, trying to wake her up.
But when he knelt down in front of her, his eyes were attracted by her shiny lips.
He seemed to have never looked at his junior sister carefully, even though she grew up in front of his eyes. But now was the first time he saw clearly that her lips were the color of cherry blossoms.
It won’t be long before the cherries are ripe. I wonder if my junior sister’s lips taste the same as ripe cherries.
His fingertips carelessly brushed the woman's rosy lips, then moved to her hot cheek. He pinched her gently with two fingers, and said in a gentle voice with a hint of hoarseness: "Junior sister, wake up, you should go back."
I called out, but the drunk Mingyueyi didn't respond.
He spoke again: "Junior sister."
She seemed to have finally heard it, opened her hazy eyes, and looked at him with red eyes: "Brother, are you ready?"
"Yeah." Seeing her wake up, he loosened his fingers and stepped back to distance themselves from each other which was too ambiguous.
Mingyue Yidang didn't notice his actions. Turning her head, she saw the plum wine beside her and her eyes suddenly lit up. She picked it up and chuckled drunkenly, "Thank you, Senior Brother. This trip was really worth it."
She drank a few more cups today, and now she was a little shaky when she stood up straight.
He Wujiu lifted her hand and said, "I'll let Xiaozhu take you back."
Ming Yueyi waved his hands repeatedly to decline: "Brother, I'm fine, not too dizzy, I can walk on my own."
After that, she walked a few steps in a crooked straight line, smiling innocently: "Look, I'm not drunk."
Although he looked drunk, he was actually walking in a straight line.
He Wujiu thought that they were on Fenjing Peak and their caves were close to each other so nothing would happen, so he didn't insist and just told her to be careful on the road.
"Okay." Mingyueyi waved with the plum wine in hand, even her white fingertips were red.
After waving her hand, she turned and left.
He Wujiu stood in the yard, watching her unsteady back, a smile different from usual on his face. He was about to ask Xiaozhu to follow him, but his expression suddenly changed.
He took a step back and used one hand to support himself on the table to avoid falling to his knees.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhu hurried forward to support him: "Master, are you okay?"
He Wujiu suppressed the pain in his chest and shook his head palely: "It's nothing, probably because I drank a little bit of wine and the wound couldn't bear it."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhu supported him to the inner room: "Master, knowing that he is injured, still wants to drink with Ming Daojun. Really..."
Before it could finish its reproach, the young man suddenly gave it a look of indifference. It immediately changed its words and said, "Thank goodness Master Pudao gave you a lot of top-grade spirit stones yesterday. You can use them now."
After saying this, the look of majesty in his eyes moved away.
Xiao Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and secretly covered his chest.
Although the master usually looks kind, the spirits who have been following him for many years know that he is cold and cold-hearted. He always says what he means and will not tolerate being disobeyed. I almost broke his promise.
He Wujiu was helped into the bedroom and sat down cross-legged with his handsome face.
Xiaozhu presented the spirit stone.
He held the spirit stone and absorbed the weak spiritual power inside.
When the discomfort in his body subsided a little, He Wujiu opened his eyes and stared at the spirit stone in his palm which had become as dim as an ordinary stone, and his thoughts drifted away.
Ever since I was injured last time, the wound seems to have trouble healing and often becomes ulcerated. I need to use spirit stones to alleviate the pain.
Fortunately, the spiritual power of the spirit stone can also be used for cultivation.
However, he always relied on spirit stones, and not only did his cultivation fail to improve, but his wounds recurred more and more frequently, and the amount of spirit stones he needed each time became larger and larger.
The injury should be healed as soon as possible.
He Wujiu casually threw away the lightless spirit stone, stood up and walked towards the retreat room.
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The other side.
Mingyueyi drank a few glasses of wine and felt really dizzy at the moment. At first, he could walk in a straight line in the Lucerne Cave, but after coming out, he felt that the green plum wine brewed by He Wujiu was very strong.
She felt so dizzy that she wanted to go back and rest as soon as possible.
Although she was dizzy, she kept the important things in mind.
She found a clean place on the road and sat down. She made hand seals with unsteady movements and summoned a small paper crane to go to her master's temple and keep watch.
She made several mistakes in the seal, but finally succeeded just before her patience ran out.
At this moment, dusk had fallen in the sky. Several transparent paper cranes transformed into the same appearance as the other cranes and flew towards the direction of the setting sun, their long snow-white wings fluttering like snow flags.
Ming Yueyi held the wine jug, leaned against the stone and looked for a long time before lowering his eyes and leisurely walked towards the cave again with the wine jug in his hand.
When we arrived at the cave, the sky had already turned completely dark.
She stepped into the inner courtyard, stopped abruptly, and looked around with her intoxicated eyes.
The yard was so clean that not a single fallen leaf or dead grass could be seen, and the smell of blood and intoxicating fragrance that remained during the day had almost dissipated.
There was no difference, but she still had a different feeling, as if there were countless pairs of eyes hidden in the cave, standing sticky on her body from the moment she entered, as wet as penicillium that could not be dried in the sun.
She carefully separated a trace of her spiritual consciousness and carefully surveyed the cave from top to bottom, but found nothing wrong.
Is it an illusion?
Mingyueyi closed the door, leaned against the door frame, covered his dizzy forehead, and thought to himself that he should not drink so much in the future.
Just now she almost thought that the snake that entangled her every night in her dreams had come again.
Fortunately not.
It must be that I just drank too much and had an illusion.
Mingyueyi lowered his head to smell the scent on his body, casually placed the wine on the shelf in the yard, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
She wanted to wash off the smell of alcohol on her body before returning to the bedroom.
When she passed by the bedroom without entering, the door was pried open silently, and a snow-white snake crawled out and followed her silently.
The hot water in the pool remains the same all year round.
After Mingyueyi came in, she took off her skirt, revealing her plump and slender body, and slowly walked into the pool.
The gentle water spread over her collarbone, and she sat in it, letting out soft sighs. The comfortable sounds were sweet, but she was also distracted by the alcohol and did not notice the white snake sinking into the water with her.
Ming Yueyi leaned her head against the stone wall, her cheeks flushed, thinking about the events of the day.
Although He Wujiu didn't really want to give her spiritual roots today, she really wanted it. If she had the chance, she would definitely dig out a spiritual root from him. But before that, she had to try to make sure the plot would not collapse or recover automatically.
After all, it is the male protagonist's spiritual root, and it is not so easy to get.
The warm spiritual spring water moistened every bone in Mingyueyi's body. She couldn't help but relax and immerse herself in the water without thinking anymore.
As the mist rose, water droplets condensed on the strands of hair on the forehead, and ripples slowly appeared in the pool.
A beautiful face seemed to be floating in the water, vaguely visible through the clouds, and her long, black hair spread out like algae in the water, wrapping around and sticking to her skin as if it were alive.
hiss……
The sound of a snake's tongue spitting out excitedly.
Ming Yueyi suddenly opened his eyes after realizing something was wrong, and a long sword appeared in his hand and thrust it straight in front of him.
As the water in the pool shook violently, Mingyueyi lowered his cold eyes and stabbed the underwater object with all his might until bright red blood as dark as ink oozed out from the bottom of the pool.
Whatever is underwater is dead.
She raised her slightly drunken eyes, raised her sword and picked up the object.
A white snake.
It was the snake that had been wrapped around Pu Yuemin's arm before. She had seen it before.
Pu Yuemin is dead. He raised this snake, so it probably came here to look for its owner.
Ming Yueyi was already dizzy, and now she was even more drunk, but that didn't stop her from frowning when she saw the snake being stabbed to death.
She looked at it for a long time before reaching out to grab the snake's tail, taking it off the sword and throwing it on the shore. She stood up from the water and planned to find another pool to wash the snake blood off her body again.
So even though the snake thrown on the ground was dead, it kept its eyes open from beginning to end, and it seemed as if there was another pair of eyes hidden in its red pupils.
It stared at her naked back, its eyes full of excitement, expectation, and infatuation, like a ghost that could not be shaken off, sticking to her through its thin pupils.
Senior Sister pierced him...
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