Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Miao'er came back from collecting herbs and stopped outside the door.

There was a sound that made people blush.

Her face suddenly turned pale, without a trace of blood.

"Master, Xiaofan likes Master the most..."

"Xiao Fan doesn't like having other women around his master. He hates Miao'er pestering you the most."

"Good boy Xiao Fan, the master only has you in his heart. As for Miao'er... he can provide a lot of help..."

"Humph, is it because of her identity? Master, I signed a life-and-death contract with you, so I can follow you unswervingly. Even if there is someone else by your side, Master, you will definitely love Xiao Fan the most, right?"

"of course."

The girl outside the door sat down on the steps, hugging her knees, all alone, looking very fragile.

...

I don’t know how much time has passed.The door is opened.

Zhou Jingshuo and Xiao Fan came out and saw Miao'er waiting outside. Zhou Jingshuo looked a little embarrassed.

Xiao Fan snorted at Miao'er like a winner.

Miao'er pursed her pale lips and said nothing.

Zhou Jingxuan didn't know how much she heard or what he said.

The memory inside is a bit fuzzy.

I felt panicked and weak.

Zhou Jingshuo explained awkwardly: "There's something wrong with this place, it's not my intention..."

Xiao Fan looked at him in disbelief.

Miao'er smiled reluctantly, "Senior brother, you don't have to explain it to me."

Zhou Jingxuan felt her coldness and his eyes turned cold.

Even if he and Xiao Fan really have something, so what?

She had been pretending to be reserved in front of him and had hidden something from him, so she was not qualified to let him keep her integrity.

Zhou Jingshuo: "Xiao Fan is still injured. Take out your elixir..."

Miao'er raised her head, "...what pill?"

"You should know that at this time, there is no need to hide it..." Zhou Jingxuan approached her.

Miao'er took a step back.

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The quiet seabed.

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Yue Yan opened the door of the main hall and walked in.

When he arrived, there was no trace left here.

The aura of the Demon Lord remains in the hall.

Yue Yan looked around and determined that this was the place where the Demon Lord was sealed.

Mu Qing has also been here.

But what about her?

There is no demon king here, only the residual aura after the seal was broken.

Yue Yan's delicate brows furrowed tightly.

Could it be that when someone came here, the Demon Lord took the opportunity to break the seal and escape?

Yue Yan stood in the center of the hall for a while, finding nothing, and then prepared to leave.

Just as he turned around, his figure suddenly flickered, a double image appeared in front of his eyes, and he felt dizzy.

He held his temples with his white fingertips and shook his head slightly, but his vision was still blurry.

The ground seemed to be spinning.

This place is so weird.

Yue Yan wanted to leave here quickly, but couldn't move.

After a while, the dizzy feeling gradually disappeared.

Actually... nothing happened?

Yue Yan took one last look at the surroundings, looked solemn, and walked out.

"Yan'er."

Yue Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the familiar voice made his expression a little stiff.

Sluggishly and stiffly, he turned around little by little.

The whole scene has changed.

By the Blackwater River where he once stationed, the formerly clear water was stained red with blood, and there were corpses everywhere.

The bruised man in black knelt by the river, with a silver sword stuck in his chest. He covered the wound, and the blood flowed downwards like it was endless, accumulated under his knees, and then flowed into the river.

His eyes were red and full of painful struggle.

There were cheers from the heavenly soldiers all around.

"The devil!"

"Death is more than enough!"

But the person they called the devil spoke with deep love and affection, "Yan'er, you must live well..."

Yue Yan was trembling all over, as if falling into a cold cave, with tears in her eyes.

The hands hanging in the sleeves slowly clenched into fists, shaking constantly.

Those heavenly soldiers were still cheering, and every cheer was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart hard.

In the quiet and deserted hall, Mu Qing stood there with her hands folded across her chest, leaning against the pillar.

The man in white in the center of the hall remained motionless, his eyes closed as if he was immersed in some kind of pain.

And in front of him was the illusion he was trapped in.

Mu Qing looked at the fallen man in black in the illusion.

He looks a bit old, and you can see a bit of Yue Yan on his face, so he should be related to Yue Yan by blood.

Mu Qing waved her hand, and the scene in the fantasy gradually changed.

Yue Yan gradually pulled away from the painful emotions and stood there confused.

There was deathly silence all around.

I don't know how long has passed.

"lightly……"

Suddenly there was an emotional murmur from behind.

Yue Yan slowly turned her head.

There is nothing behind.

But the sound didn't stop.

The voice was gorgeous and soft, with a bewitching beauty, like a siren in an anecdote, extremely charming and seductive.

It should be the voice of a boy...so sexy that it makes people blush.

He may have felt extremely comfortable to make such an emotional sound...

Yue Yan frowned slightly.

He is not usually a curious person, but this time, he was extremely curious.

Because of that 'soft' sound.

Because of the boy’s voice…

Yue Yan's cheeks felt warm and she walked uncontrollably towards the dark direction.

Those voices are getting clearer and clearer.

Yue Yan bit her red lower lip slightly, her cheeks were already as red as blood, but she still walked step by step towards the source of the sound.

Then I saw a door.

The surroundings were very silent, except for their voices, the only sound left was the sound of his own heartbeat, beating on his eardrums like a drum.

Yue Yan swallowed, slowly raised her hand, and pushed the door open.

The door was pushed open a small crack.

He saw it.

The young man was sitting on a table, with only his back, his white legs hanging feebly on her body, and a thin layer of sweat on his soft, snow-white skin.

He couldn't bear it and fell back, but he was always pulled back by those long and slender hands, holding him in his arms.

Yue Yan blushed and her heart skipped a beat.

At this time, the man hugging the young man kissed him passionately, then buried his head in his neck, and raised his head as if he had discovered something.

The face was exposed to his sight, and the long silver hair was slightly fluttering around his shoulders.

The face was not as cold as he remembered. There was a light blush on the fair cheeks. He was breathing lightly, his eyes were deep, and his lips were as red as blood.