Villain, be good! I'm here to give birth to a baby [Quick Wear]

Song Ling'er nodded: "Okay!"

Song Ling'er looked at the bell in her hand, then looked at the bell around her waist, and tied the red ribbon to the bell around her waist.

"Grandma, you have so many bells."

"Where did you find these bells?"

She didn't know where her grandma got so many bells. The bell hanging around her waist was the one her grandma gave her to play with. When she shook it, a song would come out of it.

Grandma had a kind face, looking outside the barrier and said, "When I went to the Immortal Cultivation World before, I liked bells, so I took some more."

The tone is somewhat vicissitudes and melancholy.

Song Ling'er smiled and said, "I like bells, too."

"If I have the chance to go to the Immortal Realm, I will collect more bells for you, Grandma."

She loves grandma the most!

"Alas, silly child." Grandma glanced at the person on the ground, then looked at Song Ling'er and shook her head, "Another cycle of cause and effect..."

Then it turned into smoke and disappeared.

Song Ling'er still had many questions in her mind, but her grandma had already passed away, so she had to give up.

She used the Soul-Catching Bell to gather his soul and put it back into his body. However, there was a wisp of black air entangled with the Soul-Catching Bell. When she was about to wave it away, she heard a voice.

"Little demon, please show mercy!"

It was the demon cultivator who just fought with the immortal.

Song Ling'er stopped her movements. She was puzzled and said, "You only have a remnant soul. Even if I don't erase it, you won't live long. Your soul has been destroyed and you have lost your essence. What's the point of staying here for a few more days?"

This tiny remnant soul was able to survive by attaching itself to the soul of an immortal, but it can't amount to anything.

But the remnant soul said: "This is the Demon Abyss, I will not die."

The evil energy in the black fog was to his advantage.

Song Ling'er was still puzzled: "But you can't survive. You are already like this, and grandma can't save you. What's the point of a remnant soul living here?"

"If there's even a little disturbance, you'll be gone."

What’s the point of clinging to this moment of life?

The remnant soul said: "Little demon, as long as you use your magic energy to protect me, I will tell you how to go to the outside world of immortal cultivation."

The Demonic Abyss is full of dangers, and without anyone to protect it, a remaining soul cannot survive.

"You are such a weird person."

It was the first time that Song Ling'er had seen a remnant soul that wanted to survive so much. Even if she protected this remnant soul, there was no possibility of resurrection for this remnant soul. It would only stay alive a little longer.

But seeing how persistent he was, Song Ling'er agreed.

"Okay, then tell me, how can I go to the Immortal Cultivation World?"

However, there was no response.

Song Ling'er looked over and saw that the remnant soul had gone to rest, which meant it had gone to take a break and could not answer its own questions for the time being.

It seems I can only wait until it wakes up before asking.

Her eyes turned to the immortal on the ground. Grandma said she wanted to throw him out of the abyss...

After a while.

Song Ling'er carried the man back home - the Demon Palace deep in the Demonic Abyss.

This is where grandma lives, so naturally this is where she lives.

She heaved a sigh of relief after she laid the still unconscious Immortal on the bed, the Immortal looked thin but she hadn't expected him to be so heavy, he must have been exhausted.

Now, Song Ling'er had some free time to take a closer look at the immortal she had rescued. She knew that the immortal was very young when she was hiding behind the rock. After looking at him up close, she found that he was even younger, as young as a person who had not grown up.

I stretched out my finger and poked his cheek. It was so tender!

I touched his lips again, they were so soft!

I pulled up his eyelids and he seemed to be alive.

It was the first time that Song Ling'er had such close contact with an immortal. She was curious about everything about him and wanted to poke every part of him.

When her eyes met the wound on his chest, she couldn't help but poke it out of curiosity. Her fingers were stained with blood, the blood of an immortal.

Song Ling'er stared at her finger for a while, then put it in her mouth and sucked it. The smell of blood filled her throat, which was different from the smell of blood in the Demon Abyss.

She kind of likes the taste.

He licked the corner of his mouth, revealing his sharp fangs, his eyes flashing red.

I really want to taste a little more, just a little bit...

Song Ling'er lowered her head, and her fangs easily pierced his fair skin. She tasted the blood, which tasted good.

Before she knew it, she drank too much.

When I came to my senses, the immortal lying on the bed had a pale face and looked like he would die at any moment.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to taste a little bit of your blood. I really didn't want to drink so much. I'm not a blood-sucking demon!"

Song Ling'er quickly apologized and admitted her mistake.

She really wasn't the kind of little demon that made a living by sucking blood. She didn't usually suck blood. It was just that today she suddenly felt that the fairy on the bed was particularly delicious, a very strange feeling.

The person on the bed was motionless and still in a coma.

Song Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief and started to find excuses for herself.

"Forget it. I just drank a little of your blood. As your savior, your life belongs to me. What's wrong with me drinking a little of your blood? You should be grateful and repay kindness. You can't repay kindness with hatred, because this will make you hold a grudge against me. Do you understand?"

After the reminder, Song Ling'er started talking to herself again.

"Grandma once said that the immortals in your world of immortal cultivation value the right path the most. Anyway, it means being aboveboard. I saved you, so it shouldn't be too much for you to pledge your love to me, right? How can I lose money? I feel like Grandma is deliberately deceiving me."

"Grandma doesn't like you immortals in the world of immortal cultivation because you are too particular about rules and are so hypocritical. You said that you immortals love to kill demons like me. Is that true? Will you kill me after you wake up? Why?"

Song Ling'er thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

"I guess I didn't save the wrong person, did I?" She suddenly said confidently, "So you must marry me! Did you hear me?"

But soon Song Ling'er became listless again and started mumbling to herself.

"Do you think I'm asking for repayment for a favor? You immortals don't like being asked to repay a favor, right? Would you be unhappy?"

At this point, her tone was a little hesitant.

"Will you... hate me?"

Song Ling'er's expression became depressed.

"You think I'm a bad demon, but you have to marry me out of gratitude?"

"I don't want to be hated, but I also want to repay a favor. What should I do?"

After worrying for a while, she cheered up again.

"I'm a demon, it's normal for me to ask for favors back! We demons are all like this, selfish and greedy, so I'm not wrong, I just want both of you, you can't hate me when you wake up, and you have to marry me willingly, do you hear me?"

"Also, don't complain that I talk too much. You have to listen to me because... because I saved your life, so your life belongs to me. If you don't listen, I will, I will..."

Song Ling'er thought hard for a long time before pretending to be fierce and fierce: "I will never talk to you again!"

"The consequences are serious, so you must listen to me!"

However, the boy on the bed was just sleeping quietly with his eyes closed, without any sign of waking up, like a fragile piece of fine porcelain.