Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Chang Qing manipulated the trembling Wei Yao in a somewhat domineering manner, and asked her to sit cross-legged.

He sat opposite Wei Yao, with their four palms facing each other.

Activating the mini version of the Devouring Spirit in the acupoint, Chang Qing began to absorb the Frost Marrow in Wei Yao's body.

Frost Marrow is a poison in the bones. It will only occur when the cold air is the heaviest during the day, and Chang Qing can take this opportunity to absorb it.

In other words, unless he directly touches Wei Yao's bones, he can also absorb the Frost Marrow.

However, Wei Yao is not a blood-method cultivator like him, and naturally has no ability to regenerate bones and flesh, so it doesn't work.

After all, Chang Qing's Devouring Spirit is only of the lower yellow grade, so the absorption speed is very slow, and the Frost Marrow can only be absorbed like peeling silk from a cocoon.

But every time a trace of the toxicity of the Frost Marrow is absorbed, a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy will be infused into Chang Qing's body.

Its speed is far less than that of the fastest Xiantian Shuhu Jiuzhuan cultivator, the nine acupoints.

As for Wei Yao, although Chang Qing absorbed the poison in her body like Yugong moving mountains, the feeling it brought her was more than a hundred times stronger than using spirit stones to relieve pain.

If absorbing spirit stones only relieves pain. Then Chang Qing brought her an indescribable pleasure.

She only felt a stream of heat coming from Chang Qing's palm, pouring into her body, wandering around her body, and every strand of her blood and bones could feel the warmth and numbness.

But the condensed frost cold marrow was still tormenting her. In this blend of pain and happiness, she felt as if she was electrocuted.

Although Chang Qing didn't feel anything special, he was also immersed in the joy of absorbing spiritual energy at this moment.

Just like that, until the sun rose.

The condensed frost cold marrow poison had begun to shrink back into Wei Yao's bones, and Chang Qing had to retract his hand with some reluctance.

At this time, Wei Yao was already sweating all over. When Chang Qing withdrew his hand, she shuddered suddenly and opened her eyes, as if she was in another world.

Chang Qing was still sitting cross-legged in front of her, his eyes silent and silent.

Wei Yao lowered her head with a guilty conscience. On the one hand, she was judging others by her own standards, and on the other hand, she was so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into just thinking about her appearance.

"Young Master, ah."

She just wanted to get up and change her posture, but because she had been sitting cross-legged for too long, her legs felt numb and she couldn't help leaning into Chang Qing's arms.

Chang Qing was so leaned on that he couldn't sit still and fell backwards.

For a moment, Wei Yao just lay on Chang Qing's body, and the two looked at each other.

"Young Master, I, I..."

Wei Yao was immediately embarrassed, but before she could say anything, Chang Qing suddenly coughed violently, and blood foam splashed on her face.

"Master! What's wrong with you! Master!"

Without caring about being shy, Wei Yao quickly turned over, helped Chang Qing up, and said with concern.

"Nothing."

Chang Qing wiped the corner of his mouth, and then reached out to wipe the blood spots on her face.

"Did you get hurt to help me cure my illness?"

Chang Qing waved his hand and smiled indifferently.

"It's just a minor injury, it's okay. I'll come every night in the future."

Wei Yao shook her head repeatedly.

"No, Master, you can't do this anymore. My illness is okay. I can't let you do it for me..."

Chang Qing's eyes condensed, pretending to be unhappy.

"Didn't you say you can do anything, even my words? I'll take back the spirit stone, you go."

Wei Yao's face turned pale, and she lowered her head a little sadly.

"I know, Master."

As she said that, she actually took out the spirit stone in her arms carefully and placed it in front of Chang Qing.

"Are you really going to leave?"

Chang Qing frowned.

Wei Yao couldn't stop sobbing again.

"Because, because I can't, I can't let the young master do this for me. My illness can't be cured, I can't drag you down, I don't know what to do except leaving."

As she said, she walked down, bowed deeply to Chang Qing, and was about to push the door and leave.

"Come back."

Chang Qing called her.

"Who said your illness can't be cured? I can cure it. You listen to me and treat it well. I vomited blood only because of my poor cultivation. When I reach a higher level, there will be no side effects in curing your illness."

Wei Yao's eyes lit up.

"Really, young master."

"Do I have to lie to you?"

As he said, Chang Qing stood up, supported Wei Yao's shoulders, and let her sit back on the bed.

"This is your room. I should leave, silly girl."

He wiped the tears from Wei Yao's eyes and smiled at her, which was rare. His expression was just right. After saying that, he turned around and left.

Before leaving, he closed the door and said.

"Hurry up!"Take a break, then get up, wash up and eat. It's time to go to the academy soon."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Wei Yao alone in the room in a daze.

"You are really disgusting, kid."

In his mind, Dan Ji said sarcastically.

"The art of controlling people, what do you know?"

Chang Qing was too disdainful to argue with her.

"The art of controlling people you are talking about is the old blood that was forced out of her mouth?"

"If I hadn't been smart and turned the passive into the active last night, she would have been suspicious."

"So you had expected that she really wouldn't use the spirit stone to relieve the pain caused by the condensed frost cold marrow?"

"Of course, the condensed frost cold marrow poison absorbs spiritual power very quickly when it attacks. The fifteen spirit stones I gave her can't last more than two days. How could she use it easily?"

"You are really dark-hearted, pretending so well, but you should be careful not to let her fall in love with you. The art of controlling people is not to control them in your arms. "

Dan Ji reminded.

"No."

Chang Qing smiled evilly.

"Not only will I be good to her, I will also constantly suppress her and attack her invisibly, so that she dare not even dare to love me, but only feel guilty, respectful, and loyal."

"What is love? If you love someone, can you die for him willingly?"

"Love can't, loyalty can."

"One day, I will make her willing to be my refining material and die for me. ”

Can you die for someone you love willingly?

Chang Qing thinks so.

But he doesn’t believe anyone can do that for him, except himself.

If he is really asked to judge the power of love, he can only say that if you love someone, you can die for her, but you can’t consider it.

Thinking about it will cause changes, and the longer you think about it, the less likely you are to die.

On the contrary, if you rely on a momentary impulse, there are many people who can die for their loved ones.

Human nature is so real.

Even Chang Qing is not immune to this.

He still remembers that when he was in Baihua Cave, he saw Luo Hongyan’s face under the mask, which was exactly the same as Ye Qinghe’s, and he let go without hesitation. Abandon the hope of life and save her instead.

Yes, without hesitation.

Nor can he hesitate.

If he were put in the same situation a thousand times, ten thousand times, Chang Qing asked himself, would he still do the same thing.

Or if a fictitious Hades suddenly appeared at this time and told him that as long as he died, Ye Qinghe and Luo Hongyan would both come back.

He would also die without hesitation.

But if time stopped at the moment before he died.

Let him think about it for a minute, an hour, a year, or ten years.

Chang Qing couldn't guarantee what choice he would make.

For love, he didn't even dare to believe in himself, so how could he dare to have any hope for others.