You are planning something evil: Don’t come here, my yandere disciple.

Jiang Suiwan suspected that he had heard wrongly.

After all, Shen Qi's physical body is now sleeping in the demon world.

After the battle that day, Jiang Suiwan originally wanted to take Shen Qi's body away, but someone from the demon world came.

He was a demon cultivator with white hair and white robes, and eyes covered with red silk. He was followed by a very burly man.

The demon cultivator said that he came to take Shen Qi's body back according to Shen Qi's previous order. He was afraid that Jiang Suiwan would not believe it, so he also took out the token that Shen Qi gave him.

Jiang Suiwan originally didn't plan to give her to him, but later Zixi said that the aura of the devil world was more conducive to Shen Qi's recovery and early awakening.

Zixi said that their lives were tied to Shen Qi, so they would not do anything to harm him.

The burly demon cultivator on the side was quite dissatisfied with Jiang Suiwan's attitude. Shen Qi was the Lord of their demon world and should have been handed over to them.

However, he was dissatisfied, but Wu Chuan was still respectful on his face.

After all, everyone in the demon world knows that the Jiang Suiwan in front of them is their lord's darling. Don't touch him, their lord will be angry if they stare at him for a long time.

This is the experience summed up by a demon cultivator who is desperate.

Jiang Suiwan didn't know what Wu Chuan was thinking with that serious face. He thought for a while and felt that Zi Xi was right, so he handed Shen Qi over to him.

He didn't believe in Zi Xi, he just believed in Shen Qi.

He believed that Shen Qi would not be unprepared for these people and leave no options behind.

He believed that Shen Qi would come back.

Before leaving, Zixi bid farewell to Jiang Suiwan respectfully and gave him a jade pendant that would allow him to freely enter and exit anywhere in the demon world.

Zi Xi said: "The Lord has planted a poison in your body. You will live and he will live, and you will die and he will die. On the contrary, if he is injured, it will not cause any harm to you. Jiang Xianjun must have known about this."

Indeed, Jiang Suiwan knew it on the day of the sacrifice.

But hearing someone say it with his own ears still shocked and saddened him.

And disbelief.

Do you deserve to be abandoned like this?

Why do you have to do this for him?

Zi Xi saw that he was not in a good mood, so he comforted him: "But Immortal Lord, don't worry too much, the Gu insect is already dead."

"Dead? Really?" Jiang Suiwan looked at him and asked, "How do you know?"

Zixi said: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

In fact, it was because in a sense, he and the Lord discovered the Gu insect together.

Previously, the Lord asked him to search for the Gu worm all over the world. Later, they found out the news and the Lord successfully obtained it.

He had studied the efficacy of that thing and naturally knew that it had only one life. The Lord had already sacrificed once for Jiang Xianjun, so the sub-gu parasitizing on him was already dead.

So that Gu is naturally useless now.

It's just that the Lord has the Holy Gu of the Witch Clan on his body, so it stands to reason that he won't be parasitized by other Gus.

Therefore, their Lord used his own blood to raise the Gu insect for a while, so it was successfully parasitized.

Zixi felt that their current leader was mentally ill.

The same goes for the previous Lord, the dignified Demon Lord, who was actually obsessed with Pei Shuyan, the leader of the Righteous Sect Shangqing.

Are the people in Shangqing so good? Both have a fatal attraction for their Lord.

It's terrible.

He must stay away from Shangqing in the future.

Then Shen Qi was picked up by people from the demon world.

It's been a year now.

Except for Zi Xi's occasional reports of safety, there was no sign of Shen Qi waking up.

Jiang Suiwan thought about it, feeling a little sad, then said goodbye to Miankong and returned to Zhuoyue Palace.

He walked back slowly without using his sword or spiritual power.

He had walked the road to Zhuo Yue Peak countless times.

Once upon a time, there would be a person waiting for him at the end of the road, fearless of wind and rain.

That man had a pair of beautiful eyes, and when he looked at him, he seemed to be hiding bright stars.

Perhaps he had already had his heart set on it as early as that time.

Or perhaps earlier, when Shen Qi walked towards him firmly again and again, he had already been moved.

It's just that he never thought about this feeling. Later, after Shen Qi tore off the innocence in front of him and expressed his love, he didn't dare to accept Shen Qi's heart, nor did he dare to admit that he was attracted to Shen Qi.

He was still afraid.

I am afraid that the love of young people is just a whim, and I am afraid that I am not worthy of abandoning love.

With such heavy love, he was afraid that he would let Shen Qi down.

Maybe also afraid of... being let down.

But that was Shen Qi.

He will not leave himself, he will not abandon himself, he will always firmly choose himself.

Jiang Suiwan looked at the two glazed lamps outside Zhuoyue Hall and was lost in thought for a while.

At night, thunder breaks out and strong wind shakes the flowers and trees.

A thunderstorm caught me off guard and the rain fell, and the chill slowly crept into the bedroom through the window lattice.

Jiang Suiwan suddenly remembered that many years ago, the thin and frail little Shen Qi came to him on such a thunderstorm night, and then said: "Master, I am afraid."

Although I later found out that the little bastard was pretending to be pitiful and deceiving him.

The box of memories opened a corner, and then surged like a tide.

Jiang Suiwan thought of many past events. Those small details that he thought were unimportant and had been forgotten suddenly became clear at this moment.

After a long time, he turned out the light and lay down, listening to the sound of rain outside the window and slowly fell asleep.

The spring rain came suddenly and violently, and went away quickly. I don't know when it stopped.

The bedroom was quiet.

The immortal with unparalleled beauty was lying on the bed, with black hair flowing out like water, and the face that lined it became more and more dusty, and a fair and slender neck was exposed under the thin quilt, as clear as ice jade.

I don't know what the immortal dreamed about, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

At this moment, there was a sudden rustling sound in the wind, as if something was crawling and swimming in the darkness.

Soon, a jade-like vine appeared out of nowhere, and then slowly crawled towards the person on the bed.

It's like it's alive.

The vine wrapped around the Immortal Lord's ankle, rubbed it carefully, and then reluctantly let go, then slowly crawled upwards.

"Well!"

The cold immortal's frown deepened.

He seemed to want to wake up, but he seemed to be entangled in something, dragging him in his dream, struggling to wake up.

The thin fingers struggled weakly, leaving a few shallow wrinkles on the soft brocade quilt.

Soon, a faint flush spread over the person who looked like he was carved out of ice and snow.

Like peach blossoms blooming in spring, a beautiful rouge color.

A section of vine crawled out from the skirt of the clothes, winding up the white neck, rubbing over the thin collarbone, and then continued upward...

The slender fingers curled up uneasily.

The veins on the back of the hand are slightly convex.

A confused and panicked call dispersed in the somewhat humid air:

"...Shen, Shen Qi..."