Shizun's persona completely collapsed

On the contrary, Ruan Xinglan felt it was inappropriate, fearing that his master's reputation would be tarnished, so he pretended that he was fine and climbed down from Mu Qianqiu's arms.

As soon as he came down, his legs and feet softened, and he was about to fall back again.

The three hands supported at the same time.

Lin Zhiyi said: "Senior brother, you still say it's okay? It's all like this, why don't you take a rest?"

Little Fenghuang quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.As soon as he heard that Ruan Xinglan was frozen like this, he took off his clothes without saying a word, threw them on Ruan Xinglan, and said firmly: "I told you not to let you into the water, you must! It will drag Master back!"

When the rest of the people saw this, they wanted to take off their clothes one after another. Little Fenghuang said again: "Get dressed! Who wants to wear the stinky clothes you used to wear?"

Ruan Xinglan knew that Fenghuang was a very arrogant person, so he was not polite to him, and she really wrapped the clothes around her body, barely warming her.

Everyone worked together to push the coffin board away, but they couldn't push it away.

The bamboo spirit sneered, and said in a mocking tone: "I have cast a spell on it, unless I personally open the coffin, no matter how much strength you have, you will not be able to open the coffin board!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Qianqiu slapped him casually, and the coffin was instantly torn apart.

Ruan Xinglan smiled and said, "Don't underestimate anyone, don't underestimate my master, I will pry off the heavenly spirit cover for you."

The bamboo spirit was dumbfounded, and quickly turned away, saying no more.

The little junior sisters who were trapped in the coffin were the two who went down the mountain with a few people last time.

The little junior sister with an oval face is called Su Tian, ​​she looks really sweet, and the one with a round face is called Jing Luo, who is also a symbolic beauty.

Having suffered such a thing in Tiannv Temple last time, and now being sealed in the coffin by bamboo essence, it is really miserable enough.

What's worse, the two of them stayed in the coffin for too long, and the ice pond was so cold that even Ruan Xinglan, a big man, couldn't stand it, let alone two weak female cultivators.

Hugging each other in their arms, the two of them were almost entangled into a rope, and they couldn't be pulled apart.

All the people present were men, and Lin Zhiyi's Yin Qi was slightly heavier, so Lin Zhiyi carried the two junior sisters out of the coffin. saved.

In the following time, it was to torture the bamboo spirit.

This bamboo spirit originally refused to answer three questions, but Ruan Xinglan grabbed his lifeline and was willing to say anything.

It was said earlier that in the original text, the bamboo spirit has made a magic contract with the devil, and has a master-servant relationship with him.

Maybe it's because of the long-term love, the bamboo spirit has been facing the demon king for many years-if I use the adjectives of the dog-blood cultivator, it can be summed up in four words-evil charm and madness.

As soon as these four words formed in Ruan Xinglan's mind, he couldn't help clutching his chest and leaning aside: "Ugh—"

Lin Zhiyi didn't understand what he meant, so he leaned over gently and considerately, and naturally put his hand on the back of Mu Qianqiu's hand on Ruan Xinglan's waist, and said worriedly: "Senior brother, how are you? Are you okay? "

"I'm fine." He waved his hand casually.

Mu Qianqiu glanced at Lin Zhiyi, and withdrew her pressed hand.

Closer to home.

This bamboo is full of courage, after falling in love with his master, he began to consider whether to cultivate a male body or a female body.At that time, the Demon Lord had not yet met Mu Qianqiu, the number one beauty in the cultivation world, nor had Lao Shizi's startling glance, which disturbed his heartstrings for a lifetime.

So I often go out to eat, drink and have fun, no taboos for men and women, whoever wants to play with whoever wants to play, especially likes mixing men and women, there is no taboo.But the devil hates children and thinks that children are the tomb of Fengyue. Even though there are many women who play with him, no one has ever conceived his child.Even if there was, the demon lord was not polite, and directly stabbed it with a sword, killing two dead bodies.

That bamboo spirit is stupid, knowing that her master doesn't like children, so she went to cultivate a male body, trying to have a world-shattering love affair with her master.

But who would have thought that the Demon King met Mu Qianqiu just when Zhuzi was cultivating into a male body.From then on, Mojun's eyes and hearts are all about Mu Qianqiu, and even his aesthetics are all about Mu Qianqiu.

After Xiao Zhuzi became a man, he once recommended himself as a pillow mat, dressed coquettishly and ran to seduce the devil, but the devil was thinking of Mu Qianqiu in his heart, how could he have the leisure to pamper others.

In the original text, the demon king clamped Zhuzijing's chin with one hand, forcing him to look at him, and with the kind of eyes that look at the mud under his feet, he looked at his subordinates with a little playfulness, and said with a sneer: "If Mu Qianqiu can have you One-tenth of the wave, this seat has already given him the ultimate happiness."

Sleeping or not is one thing, being insulted|humiliated like this, but anyone with a backbone will have to be pissed off.

So is bamboo essence.

Later, Mu Qianqiu killed the Demon Lord, and never thought of breaking the contract between the Demon Lord and the Bamboo Spirit. The Bamboo Spirit was seriously injured, and he scrambled wildly on the ruins, finally pulling out a piece of bone—not to mention whether it was the Demon Lord or not. Anyway, the bamboo spirit thinks it is.

Then I went around and came to this place.Started the dog-licking frantic operation, sealed the bones in the golden body, and under the drive of longing, continued to mold the golden body for the demon king, which is what Zhu Zijing said, three thousand stone statues.

Thinking of this, Ruan Xinglan couldn't help feeling a little sad.

As the saying goes, lick the dog, lick the dog, until you end up with nothing.

Fenghuang asked him: "Why do you skin the girls raw? Do you have enmity with them?"

The bamboo spirit shook her head: "No grievances or enmities. It's just that my master liked young and beautiful women. I was afraid that he would be lonely in the bottom, so I found some beautiful women, took their souls out, and sacrificed their blood to my lord's spirit in heaven. I And wear their skins, in order to relieve my master from loneliness."

Lin Zhiyi asked: "Is it the souls of those girls that we found in the glazed cups under the stone statue before?"

"Yes, because of the fight with me, the glazed cups were broken, and those girls' souls were scattered." The bamboo spirit raised her eyes and sneered, "If I were to let them out, they could still be reincarnated. Because of your arrival, their souls were scattered, There is no chance of being born again."

Ruan Xinglan said bluntly: "Fart! Don't use such words to bluff people! That glazed cup is not some kind of spirit-gathering cup. If you break that thing, the souls will go directly to where they should go. Why do you say that the souls are scattered?"

The bamboo spirit became angry from embarrassment: "You know so much!!!"

Fenghuang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't beat those innocent women out of their wits because of his impulsiveness.

Bamboo Essence: "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you! 18 years later, I'm a good man again!"

In fact, even if the bamboo spirit didn't mention it, Ruan Xinglan could roughly guess it.Maybe it's because I stayed in this creepy place all year round, and I missed the Demon Lord more and more day by day, and thought that the Demon Lord didn't like my own skin, so I changed someone else's.

Facing the three thousand stone statues of the demon king secretly here, all kinds of obscenities.

Maybe, maybe also did a lot of indescribable things.

But these are all Ruan Xinglan's personal guesses.

He was too lazy to explore the evil taste of the bamboo spirit, and he was too lazy to inquire about the life story of the Demon Lord.

Then he turned his head and asked Mu Qianqiu: "Master, since the culprit has been caught, how should we deal with it?"

Mu Qianqiu: "Take it back to Jianzong and execute it in public."

Very good, this is very Mu Qianqiu, and also very Jianzong.

Nodding in agreement, wait until the bamboo essence is cooked.

The two junior sisters also woke up leisurely.

Probably because they were frightened, the two younger junior sisters rushed towards Lin Zhiyi and Xiao Fenghuang, crying until they cried, saying that they were so scared.

Lin Zhiyi didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and said awkwardly: "Junior Sister, don't be afraid, Master and Senior Brother are here and will definitely protect you."

Little Phoenix's body was stiff and straight, and it was rare that he did not speak harshly, and his tone was rare: "Don't cry."

Ruan Xinglan thought for a while, raised her eyes and secretly looked at Mu Qianqiu, and really wanted to throw herself into Master's arms for a hug.

But it feels inappropriate.Master should push him out on the spot.So I don't want to be boring myself.

Everyone left here and returned to the inn to recuperate.

Before Ruan Xinglan was thinking about getting sick, whoever thought about it went to soak in the cold pool, and the cold came as expected.

He had a fever at night, his whole body was as hot as a stove, his eyelids were extremely heavy, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand.

The shopkeeper heard that everyone had caught the evil spirit, and immediately shouted happily all over the street, and even waived the accommodation and food expenses for their group.

Bringing up the best things from the store.

Two tables were set up in the lobby to entertain the disciples of Jianzong and Chang's disciples.

It's a pity that Ruan Xinglan was ill and had no appetite to eat.

It was very bitter in the mouth, and it was terribly uncomfortable.

But fortunately, the master didn't go downstairs to eat any celebration banquet, and stayed with him in the room all the time, not only covering him with the quilt, wiping off his cold sweat, but also gently asking him if he would like some millet porridge.

He didn't have much appetite at first, but once he heard that the master was feeding it himself, Ruan Xinglan could swallow a cow alive even if he lost his appetite.

Immediately nodded vigorously, said with a smile: "I want to eat, Master."

The Chinese characters are extensive and profound, and he deliberately paused for a while between "Want to eat" and "Master".

Hearing it suddenly, it seems to be nothing, but if you think about it carefully...

Want to eat Master, want to eat Master.What do you want to eat from Master!

Mu Qianqiu was so blessed that he understood it like a soul, and the roots of his ears were burning hot again, but he didn't say anything.It was just the fingers holding the bowl curled up slightly.

"Master, I still want to eat mushrooms, big mushrooms. Those who want to eat meat will taste bad in their mouths, and those who are lazy will eat vegetarian."

"..."

"Master, it's bitter in my mouth, and I don't have any taste. I just want to drink some fresh mushroom soup. Master, good master, dear master..." Acting coquettishly, desperately.Do your best to act like a baby with him.

Acting like a baby with someone at every turn is called disgusting, and acting like a baby with someone who likes oneself is called cute.

Ruan Xinglan brought this cuteness to the extreme.

Because of the fever, his face was flushed, his eyes were foggy, and his voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded differently tempting.

"Master, your face is flushed. Let me guess, what is Master thinking?"

Mu Qianqiu was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he double-cultivated with his disciples here, quickly restrained his mind, and said lightly: "Drinking porridge is good for the stomach. When you recover from illness, I will give it to you, and I will give it to you."