The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

The soul returns to reality, surrounded by a long-standing and familiar atmosphere.

You Mu opened his eyelids and looked around the first rock cave he had passed through. The night-shining pearls embedded in the rock wall were still emitting a blue-green light.

After more than ten lifetimes in the punishment plane, when he returned, it seemed that only half a day had passed.

He half-raised himself from the couch, and the golden lock that was originally across the stone wall quietly disappeared from his ankle. You Mu shook his legs, and from the corner of his memory, he picked up the anger that had been imprisoned again.

He snorted and chuckled, glancing at Yi Ming, who was kneeling upright and silent under the couch.

"Amu...you're awake..." Noticing the gaze coming from above, the guilty conscience ran down his spine and Yi Ming raised his eyes, smiled ingratiatingly, and took out the thorn branches that he had prepared early in the morning.

I didn't see the Heavenly Dao. After returning, many things in the small world should be handled by the Heavenly Dao, but... You Mu glanced at the golden light of luck that was refilled on the missing part of Yi Ming's spine, and laughed in silence.

No wonder this bastard woke up earlier than him. With the luck replenished by the Heaven, shouldn’t his spirit be doubled?

In the past, the little Tiandao, who used to be very stingy with his energy, finally valued his 'son' and gave most of it to him without saying a word.

As his arm waved, the dense golden light in the soul caught You Mu's eyes. He raised his hand, ignoring the eager gazes of the people below, and examined himself.

He was sober when he crossed the space barrier. The luck that belonged to Yi Ming in him had been used up when he was fighting against the law. Now, he didn't know when Xiao Tiandao gave him these, which were as fine as stars, blending into the ink-colored soul body, with a gilded color.

...Okay, he took back his previous thought. The luck he had obtained was much greater than Yi Ming.

It's not an exaggeration to praise Xiaotian for being so generous. The little guy likes to hear nice things. But Tiandao is not here now. I think he must be very uncomfortable and hiding somewhere waiting for him to discover the surprise of this golden light!

The robe between his legs was gently pulled, and You Mu came back to his senses, collected his expression, and glanced downwards.

After not seeing a response for a long time, Yi Ming pulled the corner of You Mu's clothes and took the initiative to admit his mistake timidly: "...Amu, I was wrong."

At hand, the thorny bramble was moved forward again.

He raised his leg and kicked Yi Ming in the heart. You Mu shook his sleeves and rolled the thorn branch into his palm.

"...Bearing a thorn stick to ask for forgiveness? You also know that you are asking for a beating?"

"I was wrong... But Amu is so powerful, and you want to leave. Otherwise, how can I keep you..." It didn't hurt much. Yi Ming knew that the other party was holding back. In addition, in those worlds they traveled through together, his guilt now should be greatly reduced compared to the beginning.

Yi Ming knelt down again, and leaned down along his drooping calves to lie on the man's knees. He leaned his head over, about to cry, with a pitiful look on his face as if he had been abandoned by a heartless man.

You Mu dropped the thorn stick in his hand and pinched Yi Ming's face. He was reluctant to use the thorn stick to beat him, but Yi Ming looked so wronged in front of him, which was really painful to the eyes.

"Oh, I leave? Where should I go? Didn't the famous Master Yi Tian of the Minghua Sect lock up a ghost like me? How can I run away?" You Mu let go of his hand, pretended to leave, and pushed the man away.

Seeing You Mu's movements, Yi Ming was a little panicked. He did not doubt that the two of them were in tune with each other, but he was afraid that You Mu would be unhappy in the small dark room and would not treat him well or pay attention to him.

Yi Ming hurriedly stood up, squeezed over to hug You Mu's waist, and dragged him back to the couch.

"I'm wrong... I'm wrong, Amu. I shouldn't have locked you up. Calm down and just punish me. It doesn't matter how you punish me, as long as you calm down..."

Yi Ming's tears started falling, and in an instant they wet You Mu's neck.

"What kind of punishment is acceptable?"

"Well...anything is fine."

"Okay then... let me go and don't come near me again, and I'll be relieved." With half a person's weight on his waist, You Mu supported his waist with his arms, raised the corners of his eyes, and said what Yi Ming said.

"That won't work... I... I mean, Amu... can I change someone..." Yi Mingming was about to refute without thinking, his voice rising several degrees. After he said it, he remembered that he was still "crying", so he lowered his voice and buried his head deep in front of the evil ghost.

He had seen through Yi Ming's pretense long ago, after so many worlds. It was not like he didn't know this man's character, and he was addicted to acting in front of him.

Too lazy to play house with him, You Mu pushed him away and said, "Why are you pretending? You've been so happy since you came back. Do you think I can't see it? Get up!"

Yi Ming rubbed his cheek that was pushed hard, wiped away his tears, and stood up to lean against You Mu.

"...No way, I know Amu loves me."

You Mu was so shameless that he felt that the other party deserved a lesson, so he reached out to pinch Yi Ming's cheek. His fingertips sank and left a crescent mark on the other's flesh.

"You are so brave. I have lived for thousands of years, and no one has dared to lock me up except for those old grudges."

At first, You Mu was angry. It was indeed Yi Ming's behavior that touched a thorn in his heart. He was tired of darkness and chains...

But there are always exceptions. There is always someone who can ignore those taboos and the high walls, cross over, and capture the city.

"I'm different from those people..." How can outsiders compare with him? Not only can he get close to them, but he can also kiss and hug them. Can others compare to him?

Yi Ming was an exception, and he had a very clear understanding of the difference between himself and the evil ghosts. He said this with a bit of pride and complacency.

"What are you so proud of? I said I calmed down." He tapped the other person's head with his fingers, trying to pry it open to brainwash him. Just by looking at Yi Ming's eyes, you can tell that he is not thinking good things at the moment.

“…Amu, be gentle, it hurts, I know I was wrong.” When he did this, his mind was full of You Mu’s words about death and separation from him. He was not clear about the other party’s past that day, and the only thought in his mind was to keep the other party at all costs. His actions were indeed rash and paranoid.

Looking back now, he knew the real reason why the other party was angry. So, after returning, he hurriedly removed the magic weapon Panjinsuo, fearing that the other party would be upset if he saw it.

"Since you know you are wrong, you should be punished."

You Mu turned sideways and knocked the man down on the couch. He knelt down, lowered his head and opened Yi Ming's clothes, revealing a large area of ​​chest and abdominal muscles.

"You naturally know how people who have offended me in the past ended up. Where do you want to start... the heart... the spleen and lungs?"

His fingertips slid along with the words. If the evil ghost wanted to attack, his knuckles could instantly turn into extremely sharp blades and cut the flesh of a little Taoist priest easily.

"A little lower... well... that's fine." Yi Ming followed the other party's movements and straightened his chest. Seeing that the fingers fell on his waist and abdomen, as if weighing where to start cutting open the belly, he paused for a while and stopped moving. He couldn't help but offer some options.

"…You wish."

You Mu paused, then used ghost energy from his sleeves to tie up Yi Ming. Seeing that Yi Ming was in high spirits, he decided to give him a good beating.

I am reluctant to hit him, but if I want to teach him a lesson, aren't there many ways to do it?

Yi Ming hadn't realized his fate yet, thinking he was just looking for pleasure, and waited eagerly for You Mu to come over.

The atmosphere became more and more ambiguous, looking at the lips that were floating in front of my eyes, so close, about to get closer and then suddenly pulled away.

Yi Ming was so hung up that his Adam's apple kept rolling with greed. Just when he was about to raise his head to take the initiative, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.