A Guide For Vicious Female Matchmakers

That sentence is not a dream...

Yu Zhao suddenly raised his hand and touched his forehead, recalling the softness of the last night, his heart beating wildly.

"Squeak."

The door pushing sounded in due course.

Yu Zhao, like being scalded at the same time, quickly put his hands down and looked towards the door with a sullen face.

It was her master who came in.

The master's expression was faint, and his temperament was as cold as Frost Moon. He looked no different from the past.

But Yu Zhao, who always looked at her secretly, still—? I noticed her small changes—today's master did not tie her black hair, but draped it behind her, with the blue and white stripes of double ears? The colored hair band is tied at the end of the hair, which is more gentle and gentle than the previous few days.

But no matter which -? Kind?, in Yu Zhao's eyes, they are all very beautiful.

She loved it in her heart, but she didn't dare to look at it. She quickly lowered her head, got out of bed and stood firmly, and said in a respectful manner: "Master."

Bo Chi hummed, and with anticipation, took out the new clothes he had just bought from his storage bag.

When taking Yu Zhao into the inn yesterday, many people regarded Yu Zhao as the green leaves that set her back, and there was no lack of contempt in their eyes. Thin wings hates this kind of look lightly, so he went to the Jumbo Pavilion in the morning and bought this dress with a lot of money.

She handed the clothes to Yu Zhao, and Yu Zhao hurriedly waved his hand after a short stun: "Master, no merit is not rewarded, and the disciple did nothing. How can you accept Master's things?"

Thin wings had a delicate little face, and said solemnly: "Given from the elders, I dare not give up. Since I want to give it to you as a teacher, you just keep it."

Yu Zhao was still anxious.

The thin wings have no way, and can only make excuses: "Xing Su Zong is—? Liu Zongmen, I am also—? Master of the Peak, you are my apprentice, how can you be so simple and ordinary when you go out? If you let others recognize it. Isn't it a shame to be a teacher?"

Yu Zhao was fooled, wiped the sweat from his palms on his skirt, and then dared to stretch out his hand: "Yes, Master, disciple..."

At this time, her fingers accidentally touched the thin-winged hand, as if she also touched the fine warm nephrite jade, she clenched it subconsciously.

Thin wings slightly—? Startled, before he could react, he saw his little apprentice blushing suddenly, took the clothes and explained in a panic, "Master, me, me..."

She didn't say everything for a long time, and her neck was red in anxiousness.

The thin wings yelled in his heart, "Little apprentice is so innocent! ’, the face is calm—? Brush his sleeves, turn around, and say: “It’s nothing, you can change your clothes, come down later, and go to Drunken Dream Island with me.”

Yu Zhao put his clothes in his heart, suppressed all kinds of emotions, and nodded earnestly: "Yes."

Thinwing didn't wait long at the main entrance of the inn, and then heard the footsteps behind him with the tip of his ears.

She looked back and saw that Yu Zhaonei was wearing a white dress and a black robe with half sleeves. The neckline and shoulders were embroidered with gorgeous red patterns, and the white cuffs were tied a few times with black belts.

Her black hair is tied into a high ponytail, and the red silk ribbon floats as she walks. The whole set looks indescribably glamorous.

-The premise is that the thin wings are not seen.

-Once receiving the thin-winged gaze, Yu Zhao, who is cold-faced at the outsider, will instantly bow his head and become a trembling little apprentice.

For example? At this moment.

Staring at Yu Zhao's head, Thin Wings moved his eyebrows, and finally he couldn't help but asked: "Is the teacher looks ugly and has a fierce expression?"

Yu Zhao quickly shook his head, and whispered: "Master is a fairy from the heavens, with a spirit sword on his feet coming from the clouds, ethereal and refined like a moon in the water, no matter what? Nothing can match the ugliness."

Thin wings said coldly: "Then why are you so afraid of me? Staring at your head every day, and worrying about yourself as a teacher, sooner or later there will be—? God? Forget about your appearance."

Yu Zhao said nothing.

She is not afraid of thin wings, so? She dare not look up.

But...

In the cave that day, she stared at the master's face and eyebrows, from the opposite forehead to the red lips, tasting every inch of taste.

If you don't need to look closely today, just a little glimpse, she will involuntarily recall the beauty of that day, and then her heart will be surging, and her thoughts will grow.

Her master is already a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, how keen is her spiritual consciousness?

If she exposes those nasty thoughts, I am afraid it is no longer a question of not being afraid of harm, but whether she can stand behind the opposite party and raise her eyes to see the opposite party's problems.

Yu Zhao knew this well, so he didn't speak.

Fortunately, the thin wings only spit out casually, and after speaking, he summoned the natal sword and flew to Drunken Dream Island with her.

Drunken Dream Island is very close to the East China Sea, and there is a purple psychedelic mist on the island. No matter which angle you look at, you can't see the scene inside.

Thin wings brought Yu Zhao down on the edge of the island, put away the long sword, and exhorted: "You will enter the phantom fog later, do you remember to keep your heart, and don’t be fascinated by the illusion and breed demons."

Yu Zhao used to be just a commoner, has never heard of this in the world? Waiting for the strange fog, —? Time was nervous, nodded nervously.

Seeing her fear, Bo Chi thought for a while, right? She stretched out her hand.

Yu Zhao was stunned, and even the Fengyue in his heart was left behind, staring directly at Thin Wing in astonishment, and said at a loss: "Master..."

Thin wings softened his expression: "Since you have called me—Master Sheng, I will do my best to protect you. Don't be afraid of this trip, just hold the hands of the teacher tightly."

Yu Zhao's eyes were slightly hot, and his heart was sweet and astringent. He couldn't tell what emotion it was. He only felt that he was a good person for ten generations in his previous life, and only then met the master in this life.

She suppressed the wetness in her eyes, carefully raised her hand, and touched the thin-winged skin with the palm of her hand.

The two girls held hands and stepped into the purple mist.

And in the dense forest shrouded in mist, a woman with a waist-length coat and a skirt with a flowery skirt was sitting on a tree branch, looking at them with interest.

The woman—? Body? Miao dress, wearing a silver headgear on her head, shaking her head slightly, she made a crisp jingle sound: "The demon seed you perceive?, is this? Which of the two—? ?"

"His."—A small green snake dropped from the branch, seeming to be talking to her.

"The one in the black robe?" The woman understood what the little snake meant, and said with a smile: "Understood? La, when she is out of the illusion, I will be arrested by her to ask."

Yu Zhao, who was being stared at, didn't notice anything. When he stepped into the mist, a familiar scene appeared before her eyes.

This is—a village. It’s spring. Unknown wild flowers bloom all over the hills and plains. The honest and honest uncles go hunting in the mountains, and she...young, she is clumsily holding—bucket clothes, Went to the lake.

There are many women washing clothes by the lake. Seeing her is pitiful, someone took a few clothes from her bucket and put them back in her bucket after secretly washing them.

That little figure thanked the women gratefully. When they returned home with the heavy wooden barrel, they were seen by the playful children. The young children came up and helped her move the barrel together. Waiting? She sent home, and asked her to catch the dragonfly in the afternoon.

The people in Zhaojia Village are simple and kind, which is the best memory of Yu Zhao when he was a child.

But…

But.

When she came back from a mountain to collect medicine one day, what she saw was not the smiling uncles, not the aunts who came back together, but the shocking red.

The scarlet blood gathered into a small river, soaking the soles of her shoes, carrying a bamboo basket on her back, walking staggeringly in the dead village, every person she saw was someone who had spoken to her and rubbed her. Head, right? The one she laughed at.

There are stumps everywhere, and the faces of those people don't have the usual expressions. Their final expressions are all frozen in fear, pleading and despair.

The only exception is her mother.

Her mother's face... is regret and hatred.

Reappearing in the past, Yu Zhao seemed to have experienced the pain in person again, she knelt on the ground, her straight waist slowly bends down, her hands were holding her head, her cheeks rolled down-tears.

She opened her mouth, but made no sound, like—a painting that no one cares about, crying silently.

"From today."

"You are my elusive disciple."

The first illusion passed, and the second followed.

Hearing the master's voice, Yu Zhao moved his fingers and raised his face in a daze.

Before her eyes was the introductory ceremony not long ago. She and the disciples stood below, waiting for the selection of the immortal long. She was with her—a friend who had survived in the village was personally accepted by the head of the village, and the rest of the disciples also had their own destinations. Later, she was the only one who climbed the ten thousand li immortal level with perseverance, but she was just a mixed spirit root. The people are left on the stage.

No one wanted her, everyone was pointing at her, sneered.

Yu Zhao—Standing on the high platform, he can no longer feel the shame, only numbness.

At this moment, her master appeared.

In full view, accept her as a disciple.

At that moment, in Yu Zhao's heart, the master is no longer just the master, or the elders she will be respected for.

Apart from her mother, the most important and respected teacher.

Then…

"Woo..." A small, low moan suddenly appeared in front of Yu Zhao's eyes, her face stiffened, and she watched as she pushed down the master.

The frosty master blushed in front of her, her blushing lips were slightly open, and tears were on her slender eyelashes. When she was bullied, the tears were like dewdrops on the petals, trembling. Falling down, hitting her heart straight, swayed-round ripples.

Yu Zhaoji blushed suddenly, avoiding his sight instinctively, not daring to offend Master again.

Illusory sensed her withdrawal and evasiveness, and instantly found a gap in her mind, and magnified the picture and sound even more vigorously, forcing her to face her face? What she most wanted to avoid.

Yu Zhao had nowhere to escape, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, ignoring the seductive soft voice, chanting the Qingxin Sutra over and over.

And just as she gradually stabilized her mentality, there was another in the illusion—? The voice: "Why is there a little beauty lying here?? Oh, and the clothes are disheveled, tusk tusk, then I'm not welcome, Hehehehe."

Knowing that I shouldn't care about it, knowing that this? It may be a means of illusion.

But when he heard the man's wretched words, Yu Zhao still opened his eyes in an instant.

I saw in front of her, the master—the person was lying in the cave, the dress and the black hair were scattered, the dots of the eyes were red and bright, and there was a figure at the entrance of the cave, walking towards the ignorant master. .

Seeing that person stretch out his hand and want to touch the girl's delicate body, Yu Zhaoyin. Shinobu's sanity completely collapsed. He couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality, so he drew a knife and slashed away with red eyes, and roared, "Don't touch her!"

The light of the knife flickered, and what was in front of him was broken like a mirror, and Yu Zhao was cast off unabated. He pinched something with his fingers.

When the girl was overwhelmed to the ground, Yu Zhao looked at the thin wings with a bewildered expression, still in the illusion and did not break away, he lowered his head and kissed the thin wings' lips fiercely.

Disappeared, kind of scruples, Yu Zhaoviolent. Revealing the truest self.

She kissed the thin wings fiercely, and the force was not so much a kiss as she was taking an oath.

The thin wings pierced her lips and pushed her away unbearably.

Yu Zhao fell to the side, her dark phoenix eyes were still staring at Thin Wing like a wolf. The blood of Thin Wing was on her lips, and her expression became more and more enchanting.

She seemed to be aware of this? -? Point, she raised her hand and wiped the corners of her lips with the pads of her fingers, staring at the scarlet blood for a while, then suddenly licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Thin wings: "?!"

What, what is the situation.

Isn't her little apprentice shy and weak-?

Now this? Who is this cold-faced, powerful, soft-legged boss!

"I'm sorry, Master."

Just when the thin wings were trembling and shivering, Yu Zhao seemed to recover from the illusion, wiped off the blood from his lips in twos or twos, and lowered his head again: "Tui'er was surprised by the illusion and accidentally offended. If you’ve lost the master, I also ask the master to punish you.”

Bo Chi took advantage of her to lower her head, stroked her heart with her hand, and calmed down-after she lowered the frightened little heart, she refused her support and stood up alone? "It's okay, you...what did you see in the illusion?"

She is really curious, what on earth can stimulate her wife to be like this?

Yu Zhao was quiet -? Yes, before he whispered: "Tu'er saw the illusion when Zhaojiacun was destroyed."

Thin wings suddenly slapped her claws, did not dare to continue poking her scars, and hurriedly changed the subject: "The illusion is aimed at the weakness of the human heart. The more you want to escape, the more you refuse to face it, then the illusion will Hold on to your weaknesses. Only when you face the pain and recognize what has happened-it is impossible to recover, and if you face it with determination and overcome it, the illusion will recognize your state of mind."

"Yeah." Yu Zhao nodded, but the corners of his lips curled up quietly, knowing that he was right—her master was really cold outside and hot inside—? Hearing her mention the past, he stopped asking.

Bo Chi didn't know Yu Zhao's caution, she looked at the little apprentice and hung her head quietly, and then thought "as the right?" Fang was sober, shyly afraid to face it.

As a good master, Thinwing thoughtfully exposed the incident, raised his hand to perform the dust removal technique, and after cleaning himself and the little apprentice, he continued: "Continue to the center of the island."

Yu Zhao kept up with her, all the expressions in her eyes were hidden by the drooping eyelashes, and they looked harmless and docile on the surface.

However, above them, the little green snake was already tightly coiled on the branch, and there was obvious fear in his hissing voice.

Goddess Miao stared at Yu Zhao dignifiedly,—? Until Yu Zhao's figure was no longer visible, she muttered to herself: "This? A demon species?...a bit strong, her—? half of the demon blood. , It must not be given by ordinary demons, but one of the four great demons—? Right?."

She shook her fingers, and said lowly: "Seven-tailed fox in the heart, Wuhen horse in the snow, three-legged golden crow, and Xuanlong."

"Whose offspring will that girl be?"

She muttered to herself, she didn't get the answer, she didn't get annoyed, and she jumped down from the tree, her eyes gleaming: "It doesn't matter, no matter who it is, it is worthy of being? My twin Gu!"

With a smile on her lips, she chased in the direction of Thin Wing and Yu Zhao.

Thin wings walked-a section of the road, and soon discovered the abnormality, stopped and said coldly: "Come out."

The Miao girl appeared briskly from behind the tree, pretending to be surprised: "Ah, I am a native Miao **** the island. In this phantom fog, as long as? I think, no one will find me, but what about you? Know that I am here?"

Thin wings logically reversed, and said straightforwardly: "It means you want me to find you."

"..." Miao Nu's smile—? Ning, she froze for two seconds before she said roundly: "What is the girl kidding about? It's obvious that you are too strong, so this? I pulled me out."

"Really?" Bo Chi didn't feel it himself. Seeing her? I just believed it and snorted coldly: "Since you know that I am strong, don't play any tricks and say, why do you want to follow us secretly?"

Miao Nu-? With a pitiful face, she said grievously: "I didn't follow. This is my house. You came to my house for no reason. I am curious in my heart. Can I follow it?"

Thin wings reacted and nodded silently for a while: "You are right? Right? Then you continue to follow."

She turned around, and walked forward with Yu Zhao.

And Miao Nu was already stupid.

This? This? This?, this? It's totally different from what she thought--?

First, it just pierced her thoughts directly, isn't it right? She did it, didn't ask her for directions, and finally put her as a fart? ?

Even though Miao Nu had 800 kinds of methods, facing the thin wings of pure brain circuit, she also gave birth to a sense of sorrow that was unable to start.

She was furious and dumbfounded, and then she took the initiative to attack, and said: "Wait!"

Thin wings turned his head and frowned: "Is this? The island is contracted by you? No outsiders are allowed to enter?"

Miao Girl is unclear, so?: "No."

Thin fins looked at her blindly: "Then what are you calling us to do?"

Miao Nu puffed up her face: "I'm curious about you guys coming here? What are you doing, if? If? Which elder is you looking for, I can? Take you there."

"Thank you for your kindness." Bo Chi first thanked him, and then said frankly: "We are here to try Zhan Qingjian."

Miao Nu? This time, she was really surprised. She looked at the thin wings and looked at Yu Zhao again. The smile on her lips became meaningful: "Do you know what the Zhanqing Sword is? Just dare to try it. ?"

—? Yu Zhao, who was quiet beside him, raised his eyes in doubt, "Since everyone calls it the Sword of Love, what else can it be besides the sword?"

Miao Nu chuckled: "It seems that you have never heard of the story behind Zhan Qingjian. The owner of this sword was originally a female cultivator from the human race thousands of years ago. -A woman fell in love, the two became married, and their lives were just right. The demons suddenly attacked and almost wiped out the sect where the female nun was."

"The female sister angrily investigated the matter thoroughly, and after investigating it, she found that her Taoist companion was actually the devil at the time." Miao Nu sighed: "The female sister is in pain, and finally abandoned her love for many years. Thought, —? The sword pierced the heart of Demon Venerable, slaying the half-step-up Demon Venerable on Drunken Dream Island."

"Thousands of years have passed, the female cultivator and the Demon Lord have passed away. The sword has been soaked by the Demon Lord's devilish energy for many years, and it has become a half-fairy and half-devil thing." Yan Yuzhao: "In the past few years, many people have wanted to try their swords, but without—exceptions, they have all been pierced into their hearts by this hostile sword. You seem to be young, so you are not afraid. Can't try the sword? Are you killed?"

"Not afraid." Yu Zhao was very calm: "Master will not harm me."

Miao Nu glanced at Thin Wing and found that she was wearing the clothes of the Astral Sect, she couldn't help being funny in her heart.

Will it hurt the first? Don't mention it, I'm afraid that this master doesn't even know the identity of this demon seed.

After all, the Astral Sect has gone through the difficulties thousands of years ago, right? The Demon Race can be described as abhorrent. If you know the identity of the Demon Seed, I am afraid that this Master will be killed in the first time, right?

Thinking of this? An interesting picture, Miao Girl smiled deeper and deliberately said: "Really? But I heard that Zhanqing Sword is a half-immortal and half-devil thing, so it can only be brought by a half-human, half-devil body? Surrender, your master brought you here? Is it because you think? You..."

"I'm a human race." Yu Zhao said without hesitation: "My mother said that my father is a trader. Because he wanted to save money to support me, he went out to sell goods shortly after I was born. As a result, I was accidentally demonized. Killed by the clan. Our family are ordinary humans, and have nothing to do with the demons. If you insist, it is also a relationship of blood and blood!"

Listening to this, the Miao girl curiously said, "You hate demons?"

"I don't hate it." Yu Zhaoxian shook his head, then his face was gloomy, with a strong killing intent in his tone: "It's hate! I hate every-? A demons, can't wait to kill them personally!"

Miao girl: "emmm."

what is this?

I kill myself?

She looked weird and couldn't help but look at Yu Zhao more, inexplicably looking forward to the place where Fang found her identity.

People who hate demons finally find that they are also demons. Just thinking about it is interesting.

Miao Nu was in a good mood, she pulled the topic back, and stopped talking about the Demon Race with her: "I heard about the previous rumors. It's not true. Maybe this? Sword will fall to you in the end. What is in the hands of a'human' clan."

When she talked about ‘people’, she increased her tone meaningfully. Yu Zhao pursed her lips without noticing it, carefully glanced at the thin wings, and said softly: "I will work hard...I will try my best to live up to Master’s will."

Thin Wing's expression was soft. He wanted to touch her head, but was afraid of scaring her, so he held up and said: "You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself, just do your best. It's not early, let's go find the sword as soon as possible."

"Xunjian? Can I help you lead the way." Miao Nui interrupted in due course and suggested.

However, both Bo Chi and Yu Zhao were both? They looked at her vigilantly, and asked, "What is your intention? Why do you always haunt us?"

Miao Nu covered her lips and smiled, looking at Yu Zhao with a look of Qiu Shui: "I—a little girl, what can you do? What are you doing? It's just because I like this? Sister, I want to be courteous."

Without waiting for the thin wings to speak, Yu Zhaoli suddenly backed up a few steps, as if he saw a scourge, the eyes of Miao Nu were resisting.

Miao Nu's smile was a little uncontrollable, she took the initiative to step forward and approached and said, "Good sister, you—"

Before she finished her words, Yu Zhao decisively interrupted, right? Thin Chi said: "Master, are you going to this side?"

Thin wings froze for a moment, then nodded: "Right? It's here."

Yu Zhao—turn around?, lift the trail: "Okay, I'll find the way for you."

Seeing that the person wants to go away, Miao Nu hurriedly explained: "Sister misunderstood. I didn't mean that. It's just that the two sisters are beautiful, and they get along with each other. They are perfect match-? Right?, this? I want to make friends with you."

Turning her back to her Yu Zhao's body shape-she paused, her footsteps slowed down, and she coughed softly: "She is my master, we... are not -? Right."

Miao Nu ha ha, she saw through her duplicity.

Saying it was not—? Yes?, the movements were slowed down, obviously he was pleased by her flattery.

Alas, the Mozu people are really—? Like the chaos in the past, even the admired and respected masters are coveting them.

Miao Nu slandered in her heart, and said with a smile on her face: "It turned out to be Master. It's not bad, it's even more exciting."

Thin wings frowned upon hearing: "Don't you? Talk nonsense, if you lead my apprentice to damage, be careful not to show mercy under my sword."

Miao Girl: "Oh..."

Where did she break it?

This? An old-fashioned little master, can Ning speak first before speaking? Look at your apprentice!

Your apprentices are all--? Lost your face, how can you still say that she caused the damage!

Miao Nu was dissatisfied, but thinking of her own purpose, she finally held back her words.

Hold back, she wants to hold back, she wants to be good friends with that apprentice, and when she gets acquainted with each other, she can find the demon commander by matching her, and then her twin gu will be useful. The place of martial arts!

Thinking of manipulating the magical generals to kill the Quartet, Miao Nv could not help bending her lips, her feet lightened by three points, — — — — jumping — ran to the front of the pair of Masters and Disciples, bending her eyes and said: "Here? Here, go here, Zhan Qingjian is in this direction!"

Bo Chi and Yu Zhao kept up with her. The three of them walked on the island for a long while, and after moving the branches and leaves, before their eyes were bright, they came to the center of the island.

There are no trees growing in the center of the island, only — there are dead bones scattered there, and white bones are inserted — a long and slender sword, and the sword body is shining with a hazy crimson light, looking at it a little unknown.

"Here, that's the sword of love." Miao Nu pointed to the direction of the sword, her eyes turned around on the bodies of Thin Wing and Yu Zhao, and she smiled and said, "Thousands of years ago, the fairy sister used her to kill. With the devil's lover, after a thousand years, don't you want to? Take the sword and kill your fairy lover."

Yu Zhao looked directly at the sword, his expression was slightly nervous, and his tone was very firm: "I am not a demon. If I took the sword, I would never face the sword against the Daolu."

Miao Nu looked at Bo Chi: "Oh, then this sword will not repeat the tragedy thousands of years ago. Insert it again into the body of Ming Moxiu."

She looked worried, but her eyes were full of interest, and she seemed to look forward to seeing the scene very much.

Thinwing looked back at her gaze, immediately raised her hand and flexed her fingers, and tapped her forehead: "The little girl speaks well, don't be a riddler."

Miao Nu was knocked--? confused, covering her forehead, it was difficult to say: "You dare to knock me--? A brain collapsed?!"

With thin wings and raised eyebrows, the cold expression was replaced by innocent: "Why don't you dare? Your head is very? Jingui?"

Miao female air said: "I, I am on the island—"

Thin wings tilted his head: "Huh?"

Miao Nu opened her mouth and stuck for a long time, then turned her face away, shy and annoyed: "No matter who I am, you can't knock anyone on the head casually. This is something that people close to you can do!"

Thin wings fell into deep thought, remembering who had knocked on his head.

…Oh, it seems to have been knocked by the mother at home.

Understand, it's no wonder that Xiao Miao Girl is unhappy, if suddenly someone wants to be her mother, she won't be happy either.

Bo Chi realized that, if nothing happened, he withdrew his hand and looked at Yu Zhao: "Go and try, don't be afraid, I'm here as a teacher."

Yu Zhao raised his eyes, looked at her fixedly, and walked towards Changjian after a hum.

After the thin wings, he was surprised in his heart.

Hey, how dare her little apprentice stare at her straight away?

After thinking for a long time and couldn't figure it out, Thin Wing threw the matter to the side with a big heart, only thinking that he finally didn't need to look at the top of the little apprentice's hair, and suddenly realized that this was a good thing.

Yu Zhao-? Approaching the Zhanqing Sword step by step, the phoenix eyes are full of solemnity.

Walking to the bones, she stretched out her hand and tentatively held it to the hilt.

Before touching the hilt, there was no movement around, and when she squeezed tightly, the invisible spiritual energy in the air instantly turned into a thousand sharp swords, pointing her at the same time.

Miao Nu was watching the excitement, while Thin Wing shot instantly, without a teacher, she understood the Nascent Soul's magic technique, and used her spiritual energy to transform into a small bell-like shield, covering Yu Zhao in it.

Heaven and earth aura flows continuously,-divided into two, fighting each other.

While Yu Zhao, who was holding the sword, was still standing in the same place, his spiritual sense was dragged into the sword domain of Zhanqing Sword.

This sword field was dark, and Yu Zhao was in it, unable to see his fingers.

The unknown environment is always easy to breed fear, but before the fear came, Yu Zhaoxian stabilized his mind and listened silently.

Time-little by little, Yu Zhao gradually distinguished? How long he was standing here?

The deadly silence is like a terminal illness that can't be cured. It doesn't make people die instantly, but it's like a blunt knife cutting meat,—a little bit of torture.

In this kind of environment, she began to meditate silently—what she had learned, might be the Qingxin Sutra, might be the method of introductory constellation sect, might be a few poems that she had heard in the Master when she was a child.

The one I remember most is the thin wings.

Every—?sentence, every—? a small movement, every—? a careless look in the master's eyes, repeated in her mind—including the joy of fish and water in the cave that day.

She can no longer care about panic and shame, she just thinks that she can't make herself crazy, and can't let her thinking fall into a stiff stagnation.

She wants? Persevere...

Keep going back to the master? Side!

Relying on comfort and obsession, she stood withered in this sword field for three hundred years.

Three hundred years later, the sleepy voice of Dao Ru's awakening from the dream sounded in the sword domain: "You are the first person to wake me up."

Yu Zhao, who stood blankly, didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he moved his eyes. Like a young child who talked with a beginner, he said dullly and awkwardly: "Are you a sword spirit?"

"Right?." Sword Spirit is very easy to talk, although Yu Zhaoru is not even the basic Qi training, it still calmly said: "Since you have awakened me, then from now on, you will be my new-? Yes. But in advance, I said yes, I just-a sword, a sword that used to stay in the fairy gate, I have only killed the demon clan, and I have not been the master of the demon, you can take me as ? Weapon for use, but don't count on me for the rest."

After listening to Yu Zhao, he was still very calm: "I am originally a disciple of the fairy sect. Whether you can magically repair things has nothing to do with me."

"Huh?" Jian Ling—? He was surprised: “You—? A half-human and half-devil seed? How could it be a person in the fairy gate? You went in to be an undercover agent?"

Yu Zhao was stunned, and the whole person was hit hard. Time was a little unstable: "What did you say?"

She refused to believe it, and said angrily: "I am a human! How can I be a demon?!"

Sword Spirit: "Uh, calm down, actually the magic seed? It's nothing..."

"I am not a Demon Seed?!" Yu Zhao was furious. It was difficult to accept it, and he felt fear and anxiety. He just repeated: "How could I be a Demon Seed? I am not...I am a human... "

She emphasized over and over, but what Miao Nu had said abruptly appeared in her mind.

"The sword of love is half immortal and half devil..."

"It can only be surrendered by a half-human, half-devil body?"

"Half man, half devil... Demon Seed?..."

"Hey, isn't it?" Jian Ling noticed her anomaly and was a little dazed: "Are you here? Alone?-People have not been crazy after 300 years of standing, but I just heard that I am a demon? Going to be?!"

It was very dumbfounded, and was afraid that its new owner would really become a lunatic, so he quickly kicked Yu Zhao out of the sword domain.

Yu Zhao's consciousness returned to the cage, but her thoughts were still mad. She let go of the sword of love and puffed---kneeling on the ground, crying and laughing on her face, looking extremely scary.

The Miao girl was surprised and said: "What's the situation? Come here? The only people who try the sword are dead? The sieve has never appeared to be blown to madness."

She was puzzled, and Thin Chi was already in her heart--? Hey, stepped forward and squatted in front of Yu Zhao, trying to slow down her voice and said, "Yu Zhao?"

Hearing her voice, Yu Zhao's body suddenly stopped, and immediately hugged her suddenly, as if he wanted to rub his thin wings into the blood.

Thin wings frowned, quickly let go, and hugged Yu Zhao's waist, soft hands caressed her back, gently soothing: "Don't be afraid, Master is here?, Master will—? accompany you straight. …Don’t? Think about other things, close your eyes, and sleep in Master’s arms—? Yes..."

Her words kept coaxing Yu Zhao repeatedly, and Yu Zhao's nerves were stretched to the extreme. That's it? Slowly relax in her soft whisper until she closes her eyes and breathes evenly.

—? The Miao girl next to her has been dumbfounded: "What kind of magic are you? How can you move your lips so that you can fall asleep?"

Thinwing glanced at her—? There were warnings in his eyes. Miao Nu covered her mouth angrily, and whispered: "Well, don't bother her."

Bo Chi retracted her gaze and was about to summon her natal sword, Miao Nu spoke in time and said in a voice: "My house is nearby, why? Bring her to my house to rest?"

After pondering for two seconds, Thin Wing nodded, carefully picked up the thin apprentice, and followed Miao Nu to her home.

Before closing the Miao Nu's house, Bo Chi walked straight to the guest bed and put Yu Zhao firmly on the bed. She sighed in relief and was about to withdraw her hand, but Yu Zhao unconsciously held her tightly. Unwilling to relax.

Bo Chi tried it twice, and found out that Yu Zhao would be awakened when he tried harder, and he didn't dare to move any more, and honestly let her hold his hands.

Miao Nu glanced outside, then rolled her eyes and left.

Yu Zhao this?—? I slept very deeply, there was nothing in the dream, only the familiar light fragrance lingered in her dream, which made her feel very relieved.

When she woke up, it was already late at night outside, and her palm was still holding—a soft hand.

Yu Zhao subconsciously turned his head and looked, and saw Thin Wing sitting on the edge of the bed, hands hanging down naturally, head against the edge of the bed, black hair snaking like ink, even though her face was not very clear in the night. The feeling of peace and tranquility is still fascinating.

In the sword domain-after three hundred years, Yu Zhao didn't break away from the alienation that is incompatible with the world until this time, and returned to the world.

She raised her hand and couldn't help but feel the thin-winged face.

But when she moved her body, thin wings suddenly woke up, blurted out: "Yu Zhao?!"

Yu Zhaoxin's hair was soft, and he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Master, I'm worried about you."

Thin wings returned to his senses, and quickly comforted: "It's okay, as long as you are safe and sound, the rest is not important. This time, it doesn’t matter if you don’t get the sword. There are thousands of ways for the teacher to let you breathe in. Body, you must not think about it."

Yu Zhaoqianqian—? laughed: "Master, I got the sword."

Thin wings was startled: "Got it? Then