I'm in love with a natural enemy

"What should I cancel? I don't even have a master-servant contract, how can I cancel it!" Wang Zhao almost cried out in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Facing the two direct disciples, Wang Zhao almost burst into tears. He has a ghostly master-servant contract!With a knife on Sezi's head, he can be regarded as fully aware of it now.

If Yin Juerou hadn't been deceived by Yin Juerou's weak and weak appearance, he would not have come to the door for no reason and got beaten up, ordered some kind of soul-binding lock for no reason, and started fighting with god-transforming monsters for no reason. Now he is being coerced and lured by two direct disciples to terminate the non-existent master-servant contract.

Wang Zhao wanted to die already!

After Wang Zhao said that it was almost the same, Yin over there replied in no hurry: "Yes."

The master-servant contract involves the soul, and the dissolution of the master-servant contract will cause turmoil in the soul. After Wang Zhao and Yuan Xiyang returned, Yuan Xiyang happily jumped beside Yin Jue, "Little rabbit, this person wants to terminate the master-servant contract with you. You are free again from now on, are you happy?"

Yin Jue raised his head in surprise, and looked at the disheveled Wang Zhao in disbelief, "Senior brother Wang Zhao?!"

Wang Zhao: ...

It can be installed!

Wang Zhao cursed secretly in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged. He said, "At any rate, you are also the master alchemist, so it would be inappropriate to have a master-servant contract with me."

Yin Jue was stunned, as if he didn't get over the news, Yuan Xiyang stood on tiptoe and patted Yin Jue's shoulder, "I didn't say that, even if it's a contract, we, the alchemist of Muyuanzong, have to sign it no matter what. Equal contract! Look at you, at least you were a third-rank alchemist before you came here, why did you fool yourself into signing a master-servant contract?"

Wang Zhao, who fools monsters: ...

Yuan Xiyang opened the chatter box, and pulled Yin Jue, a little rabbit demon who was ignorant of the world, and vowed to pass on some common sense to Yin Jue. He said: "A monster is looking for a monk just like looking for a monk. If it's not suitable, you have to." Pay for your whole life. If you really want to find a monk in the future, who do you like, tell the senior brother, and the senior brother will help you look at each other. I have a lot of experience in this regard.

Gudong!

Under the increasingly serious eyes of the third senior brother, Yuan Xiyang swallowed the second half of the sentence in a daze.

The third senior brother looked at Yin Jue, who obviously hadn't recovered yet, "I'll get someone to prepare the room alone on the cloud boat later, and you and him will terminate the master-servant contract first."

"Thank you, senior brother," Yin Jue looked at Wang Zhao, "Thank you for taking care of senior brother Wang Zhao in the sect these days."

Wang Zhao: "...it should be."

After everyone packed up and got on the cloud boat, the cloud boat officially left the marginal branch with the group of people, and flew to a more central place in Zhongzhou.

In the room, Wang Zhao was sitting on a wooden bench, looking at Yin Jue in front of him, forcibly suppressing the anxiety in his heart.

"How can the master-servant contract be terminated without it?"

"There is no master-servant contract but there is a soul-binding lock."

Wang Zhao's eyes widened, a little unbelievable, "Are you willing to remove the soul-binding lock?!"

Yin Jue raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile, "Of course, please close your eyes, senior brother Wang Zhao, and don't struggle when I take off the soul-binding lock, otherwise, if I make a mistake, senior brother Wang Zhao's soul may be damaged."

"Damaged?" Wang Zhao looked at Yin Jue vigilantly, and stepped back. Last time, he suffered from Yin Jue's loss because he was unprepared. This time, Yin Jue wanted to play tricks on him again.Although he was the bound party, he clearly felt the power of the soul-binding lock. He didn't believe that Yin Jue was willing to give up such a sword cultivator who had beaten the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"What is Senior Brother Wang Zhao worried about?"

As soon as Yin Jue finished speaking, Wang Zhao suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul, only to hear Yin Jue's words ringing in his ears, "Brother Wang Zhao may not quite understand what a soul-binding lock is."

"When the soul-binding lock locks the soul of the senior brother, the chain is like a vine rooted in all the souls of the senior brother. It is not a joke to shatter all the souls of the senior brother in one thought. If the senior brother refuses to listen to the advice later and insists on struggling, I will I'm afraid I won't be able to control it if I'm not careful, it's acceptable if I let my brother's spirit be broken in a few places, but it's a crime if I tear it all up."

After finishing speaking, Yin Jue relaxed his mind.

Wang Zhao supported the table with a pale face. The severe pain in his head had not yet subsided, and his forearm was trembling.

"Perhaps Senior Brother Wang Zhao thinks that I have managed to trap a Nascent Soul cultivator with a soul-binding lock, so how can I let him go so easily?"

Wang Zhao's heart skipped a beat, his anger was instantly emptied, and his spine shuddered. Why, no matter what his thoughts were, he always had the feeling that he had nowhere to hide in front of this person? !This feeling of being seen through is too frightening.

"Senior brother Wang Zhao, do you think that without those five days, you can beat the mid-stage Nascent Soul with your cultivation at the early stage of the Nascent Soul? Or maybe senior brother Wang Zhao thinks that the cultivators of the Nascent Soul are very rare in Zhongzhou?"

Yin Jue's question hit Wang Zhao's heart directly, and he was startled, unable to refute at all.

"Brother Wang Zhao, are you ready?"

What is there to say so far?

Wang Zhao stabilized his body, closed his eyes, "Get ready."

The palm of Wang Zhao's forehead covered Wang Zhao's heart, and Wang Zhao clearly noticed that the thing that was bound deeply in his soul began to change. He couldn't help but recall the scene of Yin Jue practicing sword with him five days ago in his mind.

It was really painful when the magic sword hit him, and Yin Jue was really ruthless when he shot, but his progress was really great.Moreover, he can refine fourth-grade pills, and he can easily take out fourth-grade supernatural amulets, and his sword skills are comparable to that of a man who has practiced swords for decades...

A looming loss, accompanied by the feeling of missing something important, became clearer from the bottom of my heart.

Before Wang Zhao regretted it, his soul was in pain again. Before he passed out, Wang Zhao's eyes became bloodshot, "Yin Jue! You lied to me again!"

Wang Zhao still wanted to struggle, but it was too late.

Yin Jue exerted force with his palms, and his soul invaded Wang Zhao's soul. In fact, it was not a lie, but Yin Jue changed the facts.The initiative of the Soul Binding Lock is in Yin Jue's hands, there is no need for Wang Zhao to open his soul to him again, as long as he wants, the Soul Binding Lock can be withdrawn at any time.

But the key lies in what happens after the Soul Binding Lock is withdrawn.

Binding soul lock is an earth-level mid-level soul skill, so it is naturally not easy.In order to protect the caster, after the soul-binder withdraws, the memory of the caster about the caster's soul-binding lock will be blank.

The soul-binding lock involves a series of problems later on. If Yin Jue only withdraws the soul-binding lock, Wang Zhao's memory is the biggest problem.

What Yin Jue has to do now is to fill in Wang Zhao's memory about the soul-binding lock and change it there.

This process was extremely difficult and dangerous, and Yin Jue was reluctant to tamper with his memory if his soul was greatly damaged. If he didn't frighten Wang Zhao, once Wang Zhao struggled, Yin Jue could not stop him at all.

The memory starts from when he first started to branch out, when Wang Zhao came to the door.Yin Jue went there instead and Wang Zhao forced him to sign a master-servant contract. After that, they went on a mission together, but unfortunately they met a monster who transformed into a god, and they separated.When he returned to the sect, when the main sect recruited disciples, he deleted some memories of practicing sword with Wang Zhao, and there was nothing to change later.

After making sure everything was safe, Yin Jue withdrew his hand and withdrew his soul.

With a dizzy head, Yin Jue propped himself up against the table leg in time to manage to stabilize his body.His fingertips were trembling, Yin Jue glanced at the little snake on his shoulder, and let the flow of his hand let the wide sleeves cover his fingers.

"hiss."

"Yin Jue, are you okay?" Shi Zhonghuo jumped out of the bracelet and looked at Yin Jue worriedly.

Yin Jue pursed his thin lips lightly, closed his upper and lower teeth, hooked his lips, smiled at Xiao Snake and Shi Zhonghuo as if nothing had happened, nodded slightly, and did not reply.Little did he know that his face was so pale that there was almost no trace of blood.

Yin Jue sat on the wooden bench closest to him, and after a while, he barely had the strength to swallow the fishy sweetness in his mouth.He originally wanted to pour some tea to drain the blood from his mouth, so as not to worry about Xingjue seeing him later.

Last time in the cave, Yin Jue witnessed Xingjue's sanity collapse because of the destruction of the double soul flower. Xingjue was indeed not stupid and even very clever.If it wasn't for the incident last time, Yin Jue wouldn't even have known that Shi Zhonghuo had let Xingjue's clichés fall into place.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to pour tea, Yin Jue noticed that his hand was trembling uncontrollably out of the corner of his eye, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he put it down in time.

After more than ten breaths, Wang Zhao woke up.

Wang Zhaoxian looked around in confusion, and finally his eyes fell on Yin Jue, and sneered: "I didn't see it, Yin Jue, you actually hooked up with several personal disciples! Three at a time, tsk tsk, I really underestimated you." you!"

Yin said nothing.

Wang Zhao was even more angry, "Okay, okay, it seems that I have completely forgotten about my master after climbing a high branch, and dare not even reply to me?! Very good, do you think those direct disciples are easy to get along with?" ? Heh, do you think you can enter the main sect with your meager alchemy skills? I want to see how you deal with those direct disciples who are tired of playing. Let me tell you, you'd better not fall into my hands!"

After Wang Zhao gave the warning, he flung his sleeves and left.

Yin Jue stabilized for a while, making sure his hands were not shaking anymore, and poured a few cups of tea.The tea mixed with fishy sweetness went into his throat, making sure that there was no blood in his mouth, Yin Jue touched the little snake on his shoulder that was staring at him without looking away for a moment, and smiled: "The soul-binding lock involves the soul, but it's okay, just take a rest." Can."

Shi Zhonghuo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard what Yin Jue said, "It's fine as long as it's nothing serious."

Yin Jue raised his eyebrows, he took off the little snake on his shoulder and put it on the table, "Xingjue can stay alone for a while, okay?"

"hiss."

Yin Jue touched the little snake's head, and passed out as soon as he put it on the bed.

A black light flashed, and the little snake turned into a human form, its black golden eyes darkened.He came to the bed, lifted the quilt beside him and carefully covered Yin Jue's body, smoothed Yin Jue's frown with his index finger, and reached out to take off the storage bag at his waist.

Finding the elixir to soothe the nerves and help sleep, the little snake swallowed it, leaned over to meet the pale lips, and put the tip of the tongue against the elixir into Yin Jue's mouth.

After feeding the elixir, the little snake didn't quit immediately, but stayed inside for a while, as expected, caught the residual bloody smell.

Getting up, the little snake went back to the table, he picked up the porcelain cup that Yin Jue drank tea from on the table, on the rim, where Yin Jue sipped, there was a little bright scarlet.

He sucked the rim of the cup, licked off the blood, and drank the remaining tea.

Since Yin Jue never wanted him to know how serious the situation was, he helped Yin Jue deal with the unfinished business and pretended he didn't know anything.

After putting away the teacup, the little snake sat by the table, with his arms folded on the edge of the table, his head resting on top of it, his head tilted to the side, and he stared at Yin Jue's side face without blinking.

He knew Yin didn't want him to worry.

He saw Yin Jue's trembling hands hidden under his sleeve robe, he saw the slight redness in Yin Jue's tight lips, he saw Yin Jue's brows furrowed by the spirit, he saw Yin Jue's face as pale as paper, he saw Yin Jue Absolutely painful cold sweat from the temples...

He knew what the soul meant to a monk, and he knew that Yin Jue was in pain.

But he can't do anything.

It was so uncomfortable, the beating part of the chest was like a blunt knife being sharpened little by little, and the flesh was bloody.

pain.

It hurts.

Heart-piercing pain.

The little snake's eyes turned red, her face was buried in her arms, and her right hand tightly clutched her chest. Every time she saw Jue Jue injured, there was always a tearing pain here, hundreds of times more painful than when he molted.