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Yin Yue's sharp eyes narrowed: "Want to know more, take you to fight?"

Rong Yi folded his arms and nodded.

Only by fighting can she level up; only by leveling up, she can use [See Parents] on Yin Yue. At that time, no matter what kind of big boss he is, he will all kneel down and call him sister-in-law!

Yin Yue was not a fool who would do whatever he called, Rong Yi had already prepared to bargain with him. Who knew he would nod happily: "Okay."

"But you have to let me study it."

Research? Research what?

"Don't worry, you don't need to do anything, you just need to act truthfully." Yin Yue walked around her, her eyes full of novelty: "Self-life, I've only read it in books, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. ."

Yin Yue was very trustworthy, even if it was getting late, she still took Rong Yi out to find the disciples to discuss, ding ding ding ding dong until dinner time.

He had already reached inedia and didn't need to eat, but Rong Yi smelled the smell of rice in the air and couldn't stop swallowing.

Yin Yue looked amused: "Aren't you self-inflicted? How can you still have an appetite?"

Rong Yi was too lazy to explain to him, but Yin Yue was considered a humanitarian spirit, so he took her to the dining hall of the outer disciples, and met the palace master who was secretly nibbling chicken legs at the back door of the dining hall.

When the palace lord saw someone coming, he was so frightened that he hid the drumsticks behind him. He was relieved to see that it was Yin Yue: "Stinky boy, walk silently."

Yin Yue diligently asked for a bowl of pork ribs and yam soup for Master from the back kitchen. The ribs have been stewed until the flesh is separated, and the yam can't stand the chopsticks, and the glutinousness is so soft that it will melt away from the soup.

Damn, it's obviously to get rid of the immortal world of eating, drinking, and dying. Why is the food so delicious! In this way, people don't want to cultivate at all, they just want to roll in this delicious red dust!

Rong Yi swallowed his saliva and was already thinking. After the level is enough, it would be good for Yin Yue to find a way to let her eat some delicious food from the Immortal Cultivation Realm with the information of "mother".

"Master, do you understand the living beings?" Yin Yue glanced at Rong Yi's eager eyes, and asked the palace master who was eating without raising his head.

The palace lord raised his head from the hot spare ribs soup: "Understood! It's not unusual for things to become refined over time."

"Is it just a ghost? Then why would you expect human food?"

"That's not a self-inflicted soul. It's the human soul that somehow attached itself to the object, and maybe even lost the memory of being a human. Most of those things are the things that this person is most obsessed with in his life." The old man finally reacted, Suspicion looked at Yin Yue: "What is growing out of life around you?"

"That's it. Unimportant stuff. Nothing harmful."

The topic was passed around by him, Rong Yi smelled the incense, and he took him to the ping pong competition. Yin Yue is extremely talented, and the disciples in the sect have no rivals to him. On average, he can solve one within five strokes. The disciples who made the nose bruised and swollen are all rumored. Why is Senior Brother so keen to beat people today, he still uses his broken sword against their natal magic weapon, and the people who beat him are powerless and annoyed.

Rong Yi has been promoted to the intermediate skills as he wished, and he can "speak" with only a little experience!

However, Yin Yue, as if she knew her ultimate goal, stopped at that moment and sheathed her sword.

Rong Yi:  …

After exercising for so long, Yin Yue is still as fresh and clean as an immortal, without a trace of sweat.

"It's my turn." He went back to his room and took out a map from the bookshelf: "Where is my mother now?"

Transparent fingers point to the "Acacia Gate".

Yin Yue nodded: "Today is too late, we will leave tomorrow."

Set off? Go to Acacia Gate? And you are a cultivator, do you still need to sleep?

Of course Yin Yue didn't care about her doubts, hung the sword on the wall, sat cross-legged on the bed with no quilt, closed her eyes and adjusted her breath.

About a quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes, his fingers moved slightly, and a dagger floated from the desk. He pulled up his sleeve and let it make a deep cut on his arm.

Rong Yi saw that there were dozens of ferocious cuts on the arm, which was carved with muscles and veins, and had the beauty of masculine lines.

Does this guy have masochistic tendencies?

I saw him widening the wound, took half a cup of thick blood with a porcelain cup, and sealed the wound.

Then, he sprinkled some powder on the wound. But this medicinal powder does not seem to be used for healing, because as soon as it comes into contact with flesh and blood, the medicinal powder will boil with the blood. Yin Yue's face was suddenly pale, blue veins burst out on her arms and neck, and her muscles were tense.

He is patient.

Rong Yi even heard a burning "thorn" sound on the wound.

When the powder was consumed, the boiling on the wound gradually subsided, and the gushing pink blood foam wet his sleeves.

Rong Yi frowned. Yin Yue is crazy, not only cruel to her, but even more cruel to herself. He looked at his **** arm, his face was pale, and the steamed bread was sweating coldly, and he could even laugh.

He could only hear him muttering: "Immortal poison... What kind of monster am I?"

Rong Yi's heart suddenly moved.

It seems that this is not the first time Yin Yue has experimented on herself. Every experiment is probably like using poison to erode her body to see the reaction.

Although he is a cultivator, he is not an immortal body. Hundreds of poisons do not invade, this has to be talked about outside, I don’t know how many people will be envious.

But Yin Yue didn't look happy at all. Possibly a unique physique in the immortal world means some bloodlines that are not to be proud of. Abandoned since childhood, he is more concerned about the blood of his biological parents, so he has been exploring the characteristics of his own body.

Rong Yi: Do you know some people who are invulnerable to all poisons?

Raymond: Invulnerable to all poisons? Or a soaring fairy. Or it's a demon.

Rong Yi: Demons?

Raymond: The blood of the demons is highly poisonous, so all the poisons in the world are a tickling for them.

Everything is logical: Yin Yue has the blood of the Demon Race—and it should come from his father—his biological father contacted him when the Demon Race invaded the Xiuxian Realm, hoping that he would become an inner responder. Yin Yue should have hated her father, but for some unknown reason, she agreed to her father's request in the end, and even showed the attitude of a demon when the entrance to the demon world was opened. That is, black whites and red blood.

Luo Huayue and ICE began to talk about the demon bloodline, and asked Fairy Linlang if there were any separated children and whether they knew anyone from the demon race. However, Fairy Linlang is very sure that she has been single all her life and is a very determined celibate. She has cultivated the ruthless way very early, and it is impossible for her to come out and harm others. The head of the Acacia Sect also gave the same answer.

Fairy Linlang is not Yin Yue's biological mother, this matter is almost a certainty. But Rong Yi couldn't tell Yin Yue about it.

Because that was the only bargaining chip she had in negotiating with Yin Yue.

With a secret in her heart, she watched Yin Yue conduct a night of human experiments. After he poisoned himself, he took out a notebook and wrote it down. Rong Yi Piao looked over and found that the reactions of various poisons to his body were recorded densely on it.

What a lunatic.

"You seem to be very interested in my affairs." Yin Yue wrote down the results of this experiment and added some golden leaves to the blood left aside. The blood immediately became transparent, showing a strange golden light.

Rong Yixin said, I'm stuck here and can't go anywhere, I can't speak, what else can I do other than watch your performance.

"Today I took you to fight for two hours. According to the agreement, you have to tell my mother the news."

He threw a copy of "Thousand-Character Text" and an enlightening book "Harmonious Breathing and Breathing" in the world of cultivating immortals, indicating Rong Yi's calligraphy.

After cultivating intermediate skills, Rong Yi has been able to simply control his own body sword. She didn't need Yin Yue's help, she controlled the sword to turn the page and clicked out a sentence.

Why do you hate your father.

It should be the fault of both parents for abandoning him. Why does he only hate his father, but is infinitely attached to his mother?

Yin Yue suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade.

The feeling on the object is projected on the spirit of the tool. When Yin Yue was holding her for a fight, she felt that she was being held; and when Yin Yue was holding the middle of the scabbard like now, she felt that she was being strangled by the throat.

"I asked you questions, not you." Yin Yue watched her scratching her neck and struggling in the air with bad eyes: "I agreed to deal with you because I don't like to force others. If you don't accept this kindness, I will There are ways to make you want to tell everything you know right away."

Rong Yi breathed hard and nodded.

She understands. She understands, don't bargain with lunatics.

Yin Yue let go of her hand, and Rong Yi immediately took a deep breath. He showed the look of seeing a novelty toy again: "Do the spirits need to breathe? Or is it only you?"

Rong Yi regained his senses and continued to point out a sentence with his sword:

She hates your dad too.

Yin Yue frowned: "Of course I know she hates that man. Without that man, I should have grown up safely by my mother's side!"

It seems that Yin Yue was forcibly taken away from her mother by her father, no wonder she hates her father. But he was abandoned in his infancy, how did he know these things?

Who told him?

Palace Lord? Or some clue NPC they haven't discovered yet?

Seeing his displeased expression, Rong Yi quickly pointed out another sentence:

I'll take you to find her tomorrow.

Yin Yue hummed: "It's natural. But if you dare to play any tricks—" He slowly took off the scabbard, and slender fingers like jade slid over the sword.

Rong Yi felt that he was gently touching the waistline along his back, and goose bumps appeared uncontrollably wherever Yin Yue's fingers passed.

fuck! This is too much! Because I took out the sheath and touched it, it felt like——no clothes on!

"—Anyway, it's not a good sword, even if it melts, it's not a pity." He moved gently, but his tone was threatening.

Rong Yi really wanted to know what position his sword held in Yin Yue's heart. If he loves his mother, and the sword is related to his mother, then he should love and protect the sword; but judging from his performance, it seems that he has some kind of inexplicable hatred for the sword.

What a weird kid.

Rong Yi wanted to understand, but Yin Yue had already put all the books on the table into the bookcase, and turned off the lights and went to bed to meditate.

She had seen the madness tonight, and at present, his mood was not very normal. She didn't dare to go against his wishes, so she swallowed all the questions, floated in the air, and even fell asleep.

As soon as she fell asleep, Yin Yue opened her eyes and looked at Rong Yi, who was floating in the air, but was still sound asleep, and touched her chin with interest:

"Your tool spirit is not like a tool spirit, and a living soul is not like a living soul. I am not like a human, and a devil is not like a devil. Oh, we are quite compatible."