Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The fan fish in the lake were eating with relish, but were also startled by Bai Luoli's sudden disturbance. They swung their tails violently and fled in all directions.

He was amazed that the inner demon and the true body could get along harmoniously and "friendly", but he had no idea how they were jealous of each other when he couldn't see.

A master wants to possess both.

Mo Qianyu learned his lesson this time. The young man's strong arms picked up his lover around the waist before he could resist. In the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared out of thin air.

Only another "Mo Qianyu" was left at the scene, cursing and chasing after him.

Where the worlds of cultivation and demons were grinding against each other, the black and white sky showed that the sun was shining brightly on the side of the world of cultivation. It was just right for him to accelerate at this time. The only pity was that it was daytime in the other world, not midnight.

There are many people around during the day, so it is not good to expose yourself rashly.

Four ferocious pseudo-dragon monsters that were invulnerable to water and fire were sent to guard the high-risk area on the edge of the demon world. Three hundred carefully selected warriors from the demon world and these four monsters formed a group that no one dared to violate.

As a special treatment enjoyed by demons, this entrance and exit only provides services to demons. If other human cultivators dare to set foot in it, they will be strangled to death instantly.

The demon body was submerged in the purest and clean gas as it was attacked head-on by an unstoppable spiritual energy. The greedy demonic energy in its body was fighting against the lustful spiritual energy outside like a tug-of-war.

Before landing, Xun Ming transformed his body into a white-winged black-feathered bird, flapping its wings and flying towards the territory of Jiyue Mountain.

Since the great demon Mo Qianyu took full charge, the high-level demons in the demon world have been greatly successfully helped in assimilating spiritual energy and weakening demonic energy through tried-and-tested practical methods.

Except for the demons who practiced both spirit and devil, they could transform devil energy without any effort. Other demons had to rely on the support of skills, elixirs and spiritual tools to switch between spirit and devil at will.

Just like some people rely on perfume to mask their bad body odor, but what if the demon world is not full of spiritual energy? Pills from all sides have become the first choice.

Noble demons who are not short of money will carry treasures that can suppress demonic energy. Mo Qianyu's tricks are practical and reliable, and even ordinary low-level demons can solve them on their own.

His method is easy to learn and understand. It is a liquid medicine made from the juice of the bee-disgusting fruit and water. The calming factor in it can paralyze the normal functioning of the magic core in a short period of time. It was used to relieve pain in wounds in the past, but due to an accidental discovery by Mo Qianyu, the individually extracted bee-disgusting fruit has been transformed into a popular product with the function of concealing magic energy.

The Bee-Hating Fruit was extracted from the Hidden Demon Pill given to him by Bai Luoli, and one of the main raw materials for refining the Hidden Demon Pill was the Bee-Hating Fruit from the Demon Realm.

The effective duration varies from two to four hours. Infusing too much will be detrimental to the re-control of the magic core, and it will not be able to circulate a large amount of magic power.

Spring begins and everything starts to grow, fresh and beautiful.

The huge Yunmiao Peak is beautiful and charming, but there are no disciples living here.

The "White-winged Black-feathered Bird" circled in the air and landed on a branch of a peach tree in the courtyard of Qingyanxuan.

"Chiji~" Feng Ming tried to use his beak to comb his messy hair. He didn't dare to fly to the fairy peak where Chu Yunze didn't live, and only dared to move around on the familiar Yunmiao Peak.

Not far away, two slender figures became clearer and clearer.

The visitors were Bai Luoli's second and youngest disciples. Ming was so excited that his claws lost their strength and he fell headfirst to the branch.

"Chirp!" The white-winged black-feathered bird cried miserably.

Chu Yunze listened to the bird's cry with his sharp ears, and asked Jiang Yuning, "Junior brother, did you hear the bird's scream?"

Jiang Yuning looked at his senior brother strangely and answered sincerely: "No, I only heard the voice of my senior brother."

Chu Yunze was speechless. You don’t have to tell me. I can hear my own voice speaking as well.

This is strange, could it be that my minor ailments are increasing? My stomach hurts every now and then, and my ears go deaf every now and then.

Ming lay in the grass pile under the tree, fearing that his wife would leave him, so he screamed even more miserably and hard.

“Chichi~Chichi~Chichi~Chichi!”

Well, not only Chu Yunze confirmed that it was not an auditory hallucination, Jiang Yuning also heard it for sure.

The two of them hurriedly ran towards the direction the voice indicated.

"It's under the peach tree that Master has carefully cared for."

Chu Yunze turned his head and told Jiang Yuning while running.

Sure enough, the mute bird was found in the overgrown grass under the tree due to excessive nutrition.

"Jiji..." Ming's injury was not fake. He just stretched his muscles and bones and realized sadly that his thin little leg was really really broken!

A series of harsh curse words burst out from his inner roar.

If I had known earlier, it would have been better for him to turn into a snake than a bird.

I’m afraid that my baby’s body can’t withstand the training brought by gravity.

"Ah~ What a poor little bird! Look, its legs are broken."

Held in Chu Yunze's palm, Xun Ming twitched irregularly from time to time, just like an elderly bedridden epileptic patient.

Jiang Yuning got closer to observe the bird disguised by Ming, and after a moment he expressed his doubts: "Why does this bird look so familiar?"

Ming's bird body shook even more violently.

"Impossible? All birds look the same. I need to heal its wounds and fix its bones. I'm not wasting my breath on you, Junior Brother."

Ming Ming’s inner feeling: My wife is still simple and lovely.

The gentle healing spiritual power wrapped around the broken bones of the white-winged black-feathered bird, and the spiritual power penetrated from the outside to the inside, layer by layer.

Satisfied with the wound's recovery, Ming propped up his limp body, flapped his thin wings, aimed at his target - the mouth, and made an intimate and loving contact.

Chu Yunze, who was not on guard and had no other thoughts in mind, was taken advantage of by a bird for the first time in his life.

"Oh, we can't keep this bird. It's still an old pervert."

After Jiang Yuning finished speaking, he picked up one of Xun Ming's wings and pretended to throw him away.

But Chu Yunze stopped him, "Junior brother, this bird seems to be very close to me. Maybe this is their way of expressing gratitude. Don't harbor any evil thoughts."

In this way, the pitiful appearance of Xunming, also known as the white-winged black-feathered bird, successfully captured Chu Yunze's compassion.

The underwater prison that the Yutu Sect kept at a distance.

Jin Fuyu is facing a man-made disaster that will cost him his innocence.

Regardless of whether the disciples had developed some special interest in him or had no dirty thoughts towards him, they all joined in the violent attack.

The boy had no spiritual power on his body, nor did he have the power to fight back.

Big tears flowed out, and the whole little body curled up like a snail in fear.

But the vicious disciples in front of him were still laughing at his weakness and incompetence.

They didn't have any spiritual power to use. The key was that they were outnumbered and one hand could not defeat many fists.

There is so little space in the cage that no matter where Jin Fuyu hides, there will be disciples taking advantage of him.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the young man suppressed his hoarse and choked voice and begged for mercy: "Please, please let me go! We are all from the same sect, you can't knowingly commit a crime! Don't... don't!"

The word "don't" he shouted sounded particularly heartbreaking. The more Jin Fuyu struggled, the more brutal the movements of those disciples became.

The original purpose of building the underwater prison was to warn and punish, but now it has become an excellent shelter for people to commit violence.

There is no answer from heaven or earth, and there is no response from the desperate situation.

Jin Fuyu's throat was burning with pain, and his head, limbs, and body were covered with scars. However, his miserable state did not cause the disciples present to give up.

The boy stumbled away from the thugs, his back pressed against the cold, hard iron railings, his eyes filled with a fearless look and raging rage.

After thinking it over, he decided not to waste his life, but he was afraid that these people, who were worse than animals, would not stop even after his death.

He didn't want these people to defile his clean body.

Whether Jiang Yuning likes him or not is his own private affair. If she likes him, she will dedicate her purity to the one she loves. If she doesn't like him, she will come and go with her innocence.

The demons were eager to attack, and they wanted to break through the psychological defenses of their prey so that they could catch them all in one fell swoop.

Fine bran is readily available and delicious food is just around the corner.