Monster [Quick Transmigration]

It's not that Yuxiu didn't notice the change in the evil god's temperament, it's just that the change was so violent that he didn't know what to do.

The previous evil god was like a gentle patriarch, letting him mess around, and only shook his head and sighed when he felt helpless, but now the evil god is like a boy with a middle school illness, who would yell and kill people whenever he was unhappy.

Compared with the previous Jiang Enlin, the current Jiang Enlin looks like a real evil god.

Yuxiu doesn't expect the evil god to return to the way it was before, but only hopes that he will gradually get rid of the habit of screaming and screaming that he learned from somewhere.

This requires a process, but fortunately, the future is long, and he has plenty of time to accompany the evil god.

After two days of being honest, Yuxiu finally took back those colorful clothes and was able to step out of the house again. Although his range of activities was still limited to the Qinggui courtyard, he had more places to walk around anyway.

It's just that the life is too leisurely, with nothing to do, and it's somewhat boring.

After a long time, Yuxiu actually began to miss the days when he was busy growing vegetables on the mountain in the past two years. It is estimated that the vegetables he stored had rotted, and the radishes he had just sun-dried were originally intended to be used to make kimchi.

Thinking of this, he felt itchy, so he asked Ding Yuan and Ding Wen to help him find some vegetable seeds.

Ding Yuan and Ding Wen felt strange when they heard this, and asked him what he wanted the vegetable seeds for.

"Of course it is used for planting." Yuxiu has long been optimistic about a piece of land, in the corner of Qingguiyuan, which is covered by many sweet-scented osmanthus trees, even if it is used to grow vegetables, it will not affect the appearance.

And that land is unused, just needs to be cleared of weeds.

Yuxiu brought Ding Yuan and Ding Wen to the field, and roughly talked about her thoughts.

Ding Yuan and Ding Wen stared blankly at the overgrown field, without making a sound for a long time.

Seeing their reactions, Yuxiu scratched her head in doubt: "What's wrong? Can't this land be used?"

"Yes, yes..." Ding Yuan muttered, then turned to look at Ding Wen.

Ding Wen was also dumbfounded.

Neither of them thought about it, the little master two years ago was still planting flowers and grass, why did he become a farmer after two years?

But since the little master has spoken, how can the two servants refuse?

Just counting the days, I'm afraid the matter of planting vegetables will have to be delayed for a few days, because there is another more important thing right now--the fifteenth day will be in two days.

Fifteen is a big day.

In the past, whenever the [-]th day came, everyone in the Jiang family would be extra cautious, not making a sound, not moving around, and not doing anything that might disturb the evil god.

This time is no exception.

It is said that the evil god was born on a certain fifteenth day in deep winter more than 50 years ago, and since then, every fifteenth day, he will become weak and unbearable.

Because of this, Huaishan will come to do rituals and chant scriptures to suppress evil spirits on the fifteenth day of every month.

However, in the fifteen years of the past two years, the weaker the evil god became, the more irritable and irritable he became.

After several bloody lessons, everyone slowly figured out the way—just hide far away on the fifteenth day, and don’t even breathe too loudly.

In the blink of an eye, on the fifteenth day, Ding Yuan and Ding Wen really disappeared, and the other servants and maidservants who usually worked in Qinggui courtyard also disappeared without a trace.

Yuxiu was the only one left in the huge and quiet Qinggui Courtyard... oh no, there was another evil spirit.

But strictly speaking, evil gods are not human beings.

What Ding Yuan said was right, the evil god weakened visibly with the naked eye, and his already pale skin was as white as paper, so that when the large black lines ran around under his skin, it looked extremely frightening.

His hair once again became a state of black mist floating in mid-air, and he could barely maintain his figure, and black air seeped out of his body from time to time.

Yuxiu had seen an evil spirit like this before. At that time, the evil spirit devoured the monster that wanted to eat him, and couldn't suppress the resentment crazily surging out of her body, and lost control in front of him several times.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Yuxiu was still frightened by the evil god's appearance.

The evil god leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and frowned tightly. The black air that continuously overflowed enveloped him like a thin veil.

His figure gradually sank in the thicker and thicker black air.

Xu Shi felt Yuxiu's impatience beside him, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice: "You go out."

"I'm right here." Yuxiu said.

"Get out." The evil god seemed to be struggling to even speak, and his tone was so slow, "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"I'm not afraid of being scared." Yuxiu quickly replied.

The Cthulhu was amused by his words, and pulled the corner of his mouth weakly: "Really? Then why are you shaking?"

"..."

Didn't the evil god close his eyes?How do you know he's shaking?

But he was shaking not because of fear, but because he was nervous. He wanted to touch the evil god, but he was afraid that he would damage the evil god. He stretched out his hand and retracted it, retracted it and stretched it out...

Repeated this several times, and finally froze in mid-air.

But after hearing the evil god's words, he no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth and stretched his hand into the black air, and quickly groped for the evil god's hand.

The evil god's hand was placed on his thigh, his fingers were slightly curled up, and his skin was cold.

Without saying a word, Yuxiu covered the back of the evil god's hand, his fingers passed through the gap between the evil god's fingers, and then tightly held the evil god's hand with his fingers interlocked.

Now it was the evil god's turn to be frightened by his sudden movement, and he opened his eyes sharply, "What are you doing?"

Yuxiu also covered the other hand, and he sat on the edge of the bed, next to the evil god, and looked at the evil god with his lips pursed silently.

The evil god tried to pull his hand away.

Yuxiu hastened to hold on tighter.

They remained in a stalemate like this for quite a while, and the evil spirit couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Do you know the consequences of being so willful?"

"I know." After Yuxiu finished speaking, she lowered her head as if feeling something, and saw the black energy from the evil spirit's body slowly climbing up his hand.

The black air penetrated into his skin silently, carrying the cold breath unique to evil gods.

Soon, he felt the heaviness of his body again, as if countless hands were desperately pulling him down, and it seemed that his body was suddenly suspended in the air, and his body fell heavily.

Have to say, this is not very comfortable.

Fortunately, the first time is raw and the second time is cooked, and the number of times is too many to be able to endure it well.

Yuxiu thought for a while, and leaned on the evil god. He let go of the evil god's hand, hugged the evil god's waist, raised his head, and rested his chin on the evil god's chest: "Are you feeling better?"

The evil god looked down at him, his expression was blurred by the scurrying black lines, his eyes were covered by the lingering black air, and the emotions on his face could not be clearly seen in the light and shadow.

But Yuxiu knew that the evil god was watching her intently, with extreme concentration.

After a while, the evil god raised his hand and touched his head: "It's much better."

Actually not.

He himself is a container for resentment, resentment will not disappear in his body, it will only accumulate deeper and deeper, to a large extent, resentment is linked to his strength, the stronger his strength, the more resentment in his body.

In this case, it is inevitable to be backlashed by resentment.

The only fortunate thing is that he is no longer as easy to lose control as he was two years ago, and he can maintain the last trace of sanity no matter what.

In comparison, what is this pain?Not worth mentioning.

After more than 50 years, he thought he was used to it, but just at that moment, he found that he was not ignorant, and he still felt pain.

It's just that no one had ever cared whether he was in pain before.

While thinking about it, he touched the head buried in his arms, and suddenly noticed a layer of green stubble appeared on the head in his arms without knowing it.

Although the little monk is not very tall, his hair grows very fast.

Touching it like this is a bit prickly, and it's not as comfortable as before.

So he said: "Don't shave your head from now on, let your hair grow long."

"Ah?" Yuxiu didn't know why the evil god jumped to this topic, he was leaning on the evil god's chest drowsily, and said blankly, "But monks can't keep their hair."

"You are no longer a monk."

Yuxiu was stunned for a moment, then muttered: "Why am I not?"

"Your master is dead, and your two senior brothers will not be successful. Qinghuai Temple will become a deserted temple sooner or later. It doesn't make any sense for you to keep your hair or not."

The hand of the evil god touching his head slid down, and gently held his face, "Take a step back, even if your master is still there, your two senior brothers will stay by your master's side obediently, and you still return If you don’t go to Qinghuai Temple, I won’t let you go back unless…”

"Unless what?"

"Unless you take me back with you."

"..."

Yuxiu was shocked by the evil god's righteous attitude.

He secretly wondered if this boss didn't have any points for his identity?If he really brought the evil god back to Qinghuai Temple, I'm afraid that even if Huaishan was resurrected, he would be so angry that he would die again.

Originally, Yuxiu wanted to say a few more words about whether he should keep his hair, but he really didn't feel well, his body was uncomfortable and his head was always swollen.

He can only let it go.

Yuxiu didn't know how long he had slept this time, but he was woken up forcefully by a pair of hands.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a broad shoulder, and the candlestick on the mahogany table behind the shoulder illuminated the whole room.

The windows in the room were closed tightly, and candlesticks were lit all night, so it was impossible to distinguish day from night.

Yuxiu's hands and feet were numb from sleep, and she wanted to move her body, but the evil god hugged him very tightly, as if she wanted to rub him into her arms.

He raised his head, a little out of breath, trying to push the evil god's shoulder.

The strange thing is that the evil god doesn't need to rely on sleep to refresh his mind, but at this moment, he seems to be in a nightmare, and he can't wake up no matter what.

The evil god's eyes were closed tightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his brows were tightly knit, looking as if he was in extreme pain.

No matter how Yuxiu pushes and pushes him, he fails to open his eyes, but his hand always grabs Yuxiu subconsciously.

He spoke intermittently in his mouth, which was vague and incomprehensible.

Yuxiu leaned closer to listen carefully, only heard a few fragmented words.

"Why... why did you treat me like this..." the evil god said, "It's so painful..."

These words have been said over and over for a long time.

Yuxiu put her hands around the evil god's neck, and actively kissed the other person's face, kissed the other person's lips... At first, she touched the water and tasted it lightly, then she simply stuck out her tongue to block the evil god's groaning/groaning.

The next day.

When Yuxiu woke up, the evil spirit was no longer on the bed.

He got out of bed and got dressed, walked to the outer room, only to see the evil spirit sitting upright at the table, motionless, thinking of something.

Hearing his approaching footsteps, the evil god turned his head and asked him, "Do you still want to see your two senior brothers?"

Of course Yuxiu wanted to.

"I can arrange for you to meet." The evil god said, "but you can only meet them here."