After transmigrating into the book, the heartthrob Shizun lost his horse

Jiang Yu was stunned and took a deep breath. What kind of strange plot did he accidentally trigger? !

In the original book, Wenhong couldn't love her, her heart was broken, and she really had the urge to turn her master into a spirit demon.But Wenhong in the book is only a young man, like a little wild leopard, he bumped into the arms of the master, and was thrown into the secret realm to practice meditation by the back of the neck on the spot.

At present, Wen Hongshao said that he was about 1.8 meters long. Jiang Yu secretly measured the length of his hands in his sleeves, wondering how likely it was that he would be lifted off the ground with one hand later.

Seeing Jiang Yu not moving, Wenhong thought he had successfully bluffed people.

He was in a state of frenzy, pacing on the spot irritablely, took a few deep breaths, suppressed his anger under the calm water, walked over aggrieved, and said in a low voice: "I don't want to turn you into a spirit demon either, But the spirit demons of other people's families can be compatible with their master's mind and mind, and share spiritual consciousness, why can't I be the only one!"

For the last time, she rubbed her head next to Jiang Yu's arm as if pleading, grabbed Jiang Yu's wrist, and stretched it towards her hair.

"Touch...touch me, okay?"

Jiang Yu was blindfolded. Although he couldn't see the tears rolling in Wenhong's eyes, he could feel that he was trying his best to hold back the trembling all over his body. Every strand of hair was drooping, waiting for his caress.

But he just sighed softly, clenched his seized right hand into a fist, and put away the flesh of his palm, but he was not gentle or cooperative, "Other people's spirit demons don't ask to double cultivate with their masters."

In his eyes, spirit monsters are human beings, not tools or weapons, let alone pets. Wenhong needs correct boundaries, not a bottomless and irresponsible pampering habit.

Wen Hong stared blankly at Jiang Yu's clenched fists, and went to break his fingers one by one, but seeing that Jiang Yu's fingertips were pinched into the flesh, and his joints turned white, he still refused to let go.

Wenhong understood.His face became more and more gloomy, his tears were withdrawn, he stumbled to his feet, and took a deep breath: "You can practice double cultivation with others, but you just refuse to look at me. I know you despise me as a spirit demon and not a human being, so you have turned me into a ghost, too." If you become like me, you will obediently stay by my side."

He paused, as if thinking of something, and gradually raised the corners of his mouth, revealing half of the small canine teeth on his lips, looking extremely innocent, "It's not bad to become a spirit demon, the spirit body is locked in the magic weapon, The whole body becomes more fragile and sensitive, can't stand the slightest touch, and has the most extreme pleasure experience, day by day, bit by bit, you can't leave me."

With the most innocent face, speaking the most filthy words.

Jiang Yu frowned when he heard this: "Who taught this? Did you steal the scriptures that Master confiscated from the sect?"

Trash stories are poisoning the physical and mental health of young people!

Wen Hong ignored it, picked up the small wooden sword left by Yu Chengzhou casually, sniffed it, looked disgusted, and said to himself: "A wooden sword is not worthy of the master. The master is the most graceful and clean. He likes to wear white. If It would be nice to have mutton fat jade... Make a mandarin duck saber for the master to match me."

The white satin can't be untied, and the little fool can't understand human words when he is crazy.Jiang Yu stood up calmly, groped around with his spiritual knowledge, and walked back to the house.

There was a click behind him, and a branch of the locust tree was broken.

Jiang Yu turned around with his neck stiff, broken.He speeded up and ran out, but it was too late, Gu Huai's enchantment was triggered by Wen Hong, and in an instant, the ground that the roots of the Qiu Wolong in the underground pan could touch became his circle of encirclement, and the roots of the trees shot out quickly The mud, towards the sky, grows savagely.

He couldn't see it, but he heard the sound of sprouting and plucking branches in the silence, the thin rustling, covering the sky and covering the ground, densely woven into a huge brown net, the surrounding was suddenly dark, only a little bit of skylight came through from above his head The gap shot down.

"Have you recovered your sea of ​​consciousness memory?" Jiang Yu was a little surprised.In the book, it is explained that the enchantment of the ancient locust tree existed before the catastrophe of the sect, and it lived and died together with the Qingli sect.Wen Hongruo didn't think of something ten years ago, how could it be triggered by such a coincidence.

Wenhong was sure that he couldn't escape, so he let him run around in the cage, took out a small knife, and cut off all the branches on the branch, polishing it to make it more shiny and soft.

The branch seemed to have a life under his hands, and it moved closer to the shape of Wen Hongjian's sword bit by bit.

"The wood spirit root is also good, the wound will heal more easily, so the master will not be easily damaged." Wen Hong stopped the knife, looked up at Jiang Yu, and smiled slightly, his eyes were full of calm and tenderness.

Jiang Yu walked over slightly, and when he heard the sound of the knife cutting, he knew what Wenhong wanted to do.

I am making a spiritual weapon for him, locking his soul forever and ever.

But this is not the way to be a spirit demon at all, this is...

"This is the making of furnace tripod. Chong." Jiang Yu blurted out softly.

"Really." Wenhong put a finger on Jiang Yu's lips, "Master must have made a mistake."

Jiang Yu held his breath, his eyelashes fluttered on the satin, and through the dim light, he looked at Wen Hong's grown-up silhouette.

The young man tilted his head slightly, his black hair was untied and loose, and it was still stained with inexhaustible blood.Innocence and Xie Miao appeared overlapping on that beautiful and coquettish face.

Spirit monsters are born.

Wen Hong was born with a noble and innocent face, but he was born in the wild southern border, where thousands of ghosts live.He was in human form from the beginning of his memory, and he didn't even know that he was a spirit demon attached to the divine weapon.Countless ghost cultivators and monsters were greedy for his appearance, and seeing that he was still weak, they caught him in a cave to raise him. He couldn't change form, and couldn't use his spiritual power, so he gritted his teeth and knocked them down with punches and kicks.

Waiting for them to crawl on his body, bite off their throats, pierce their chests with thorns, and watch the blood fall drop by drop onto the black hair beside his face.

The master saw him in the southern border, when he was climbing out of the ghost cave stepping on the skeleton, "If you can, return to the sword shape and sign the master-servant contract, and I will take you back."

Wenhong's eyes widened... He was stunned, he never thought that he was a spirit demon who could only live in sojourn for the rest of his life, this was not the freedom he wanted to wait for.

Since then, although the master has often wiped the stains on Wenhong's sword to keep the white jade sword transparent and clean forever, he was still dirty, broken, and bloody as soon as he returned to his human form.

The beautiful skin, the filth and fishy smell carved into the bone marrow can no longer be removed.

The soul bred in the depths of the darkness can no longer learn how to love others. He imitated their appearance, grabbed the things he wanted to possess by his side, pressed them under his body, and carved his own marks.

In the book, although Wenhong admired his master, he would never call him "Master" unless necessary. He would rather be a human being, someone who can love and stay with another person.

Jiang Yu didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received during the catastrophe of the sect, and he would call him "Master" all of a sudden.

But why did he keep yelling at himself...

Wen Hong sniffed Jiang Yu, and there was still an aura that didn't belong to him.He frowned, and performed a cleansing technique to remove all the muddy petals and weeds from Jiang Yu's body, and picked up dead branches to temporarily build a dry and refreshing small table. He didn't want his master to fall on the ground.

The only thing left is the white satin on the eyes.The young man in white who was placed on the table breathed heavily when he touched it lightly, and curled up defensively.

Jiang Yu when he is invisible is the most sensitive and the cutest.

"It doesn't matter if you can't see it, we will share our spiritual consciousness from generation to generation." Wen Hong cautiously put his hands on the satin almost reverently.

Jiang Yu's men suddenly touched a puddle of cold liquid, and the air smelled of rust.Wen Hong cut himself and bled? !Jiang Yu's heart skipped a beat. This ritual of making pets still needs his blood?

He slowed down, tapped some blood with his right hand, and put his back behind his back...

"You are still young." He took a deep breath, "Shuangxiu is something that two people who love each other will do. All you want is companionship and dependence. I can be your friend, your relative, but that's not enough. It's called love. Love."

Jiang Yu guessed that Wen Hong came out of such a place, and might be disgusted with some things.

He grabbed Wenhong's fingers with his left hand, and gently pressed them against his lips and chest, and tentatively asked: "Marrying is not fun at all, it's disgusting, do you like it, is there no emotion in your heart or even nausea? "

Jiang Yu heard the stagnation of breathing in front of him, thinking that the silly boy finally had a stress reaction, who would have expected the next second...

"I like it." Wenhong said with difficulty, he paused every word, his cheeks were rosy, "I like it very much."

Jiang Yu: ...

I can't persuade you anymore.

A ray of skylight suddenly penetrated through the gap in the sky, and Jiang Yu and Wenhong raised their heads at the same time.

At noon, the clouds cleared away.

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, the auspicious time has come." Wen Hong stretched his brows and smiled, the cut wooden branch was stained with his blood, and slowly aimed at Jiang Yu's snow-white neck.His hands trembled a little, just a little bit was enough to cut through the throbbing blood there.

Jiang Yu's right hand just finished the last stroke behind him, the Soul Yuan Talisman.

The enchantment talisman learned from Master last night has played a role today.This time without Master's interference, he drew neatly, with every line neat and clean.

The soul talisman can naturalize and suppress the soul of monsters.

As expected, the hand in front of him paused, and Wenhong's body became a little stiff. Jiang Yu held his breath, waiting patiently for Wenhong to return to the shape of a sword.

Ke Wenhong suddenly turned his face away, his expression darkened, and he met the enchantment talisman on the tree trunk, "What did you draw!" He was offended, and rushed forward to erase it.

It's broken, the spell didn't take effect immediately, Wen Hong is a spirit demon, not completely a monster!

Jiang Yu didn't dare to stop, listened to the sound, found the right direction, took advantage of Wen Hong's pounce, grabbed the wooden branch, jumped up and stabbed him in the shoulder again.

Two blows in a row, without hesitation, without mercy.

Wen Hong covered his shoulders, his eyes widened in disbelief.As soon as the shoulder was scratched, it seemed that some switch was turned on, and the tears that lingered for a long time fell down, "Master, how could you want to kill me!"

"How many times have I told you that I'm not your master." Jiang Yu showed no extra expression, "I can treat you as a friend and relative, but I won't be more caring and patient than this. It's beyond the limit."

He listened to the rattling sound over there, and stretched out his hand to smell it. It was clear and salty, and a daring little showman could shed more tears than blood.

The spirit demon attached to the weapon of the undead also has tears...the lacrimal glands are quite developed.

Jiang Yu sighed helplessly again.

"Don't make it look like life and death, you can't die."

Wen Hong wiped his face sadly, "Obviously I saved you from the catastrophe of the sect ten years ago, and you forgot about me after ten years of leaving, only remembering the goodness of your master, how is he better than me! "

"You said he was a master...you have recovered your memory of the sea of ​​consciousness! What did you remember?" Jiang Yu was taken aback, and hurried forward a few steps, "the original owner...was I there when the sect was in a catastrophe, do you remember Clear, is it my face?"

"I like you so much, how could I remember wrong..." Wen Hong pursed his lips, patiently watched the person approach a little bit, gritted his teeth, pulled out the wooden branch from his shoulder, and wanted to stab forward again!

In an instant, a big gap was broken through the cage behind him, and the cold wind rushed in, accompanied by a magic spell, which completely knocked the exhausted Wen Hongguan to the ground, and returned to the shape of a sword.

Jiang Yu turned his head suddenly. He couldn't see anyone coming, so he had to subconsciously shout, "Master, is that you?"

Far away, after a long silence, there was a muffled response, "Well, don't be afraid of me, it's me..."

Master's voice seemed a little hoarse for no reason.

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