Contract Spirit Beast Cultivation Manual

Bai Yuehui descended from the night sky, following the faint fireflies, he arrived at the entrance of a small cave.

He dragged through the withered vines, pushed aside the thick moss, and crossed the frozen mud, but he never saw Su Li, and there was not even a trace of people coming here.

He slowly realized that Su Li might have lied to him.He stood blankly in the boundless night, at a loss.

The little Taoist asked timidly:

"Are we lost?"

Bai Yuehui thought for a while, and glanced at the narrow and damp cave they had just drilled out of. His most beloved wings were stained with mud and grass clippings, together with his clothes and skin.

He raised his hand, flicked the blades of grass off his shoulders, and said to the little Taoist casually:

"Yeah, I was really careless and got lost."

Su Li, you don't really think I can't find you like this, do you?So what if you have the power of bones?Now, as long as I think about it, it doesn't matter at all.

What you want, you should come to me.

But you deceive me, hide me, fool me.

My love is ridiculous, isn't it?You don't care about it, do you?Because I am no longer that simple, stupid, ignorant and easy-to-deceive Bai Yuehui, am I?You think you can't control Bai Yuehui now, so you want to give up, don't you?

Bai Yuehui, look at the present, look at yourself now, you're still disgraced, you're still in a mess, you're still a joke.So what if it has more powerful power?You hang your head down now, like an abandoned puppy.Those who can't stay still can't stay, the world is clamoring, what should come will come sooner or later, and what should go will never stay longer.

It began to rain in the sky blue, and the drizzle fell on his fluffy wings, flowing slowly like the mist stained in early spring.

He raised his hand, passed his fingertips through the soft forehead hair, and pulled them all to the back. The filaments slowly entangled, binding the originally fluffy long hair tightly.

His fingertips caressed his face, his obsidian pupils, his rosy lips, and smoothed all the scars on his face.

Together with the plum blossom that I had hoped would never wither.

The last tear from the corner of his eye flowed down his fingertips, dissipating in the drizzle that filled the sky.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Yuehui's pupils reflected Cangxi hesitantly walking in front of him, bewildered.He stared straight at the little Taoist priest who was looking at him cautiously, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, lifted him up easily, and muttered to himself:

"It's so similar, even I feel like it."

Cangxi couldn't breathe, grabbed the arm of the person in front of him with both hands, struggled wildly, coughed and said intermittently:

"Cough cough, what does it look like? Uh...cough cough, let me go, help, uh..."

"Like a piece of crap."

"Why are you swearing...cough cough, let me go..."

Bai Yuehui did not let him go, but pulled him in front of him, pressed against his forehead, and ordered dangerously:

"Look at me, look into my eyes."

Cang Xi, who was strangled and dying, met his eyes, and slowly calmed down as if possessed, his consciousness seemed to have fallen into the abyss, submerged in the quagmire of hell.

"Remember, from now on, your name will be Bai Yuehui."

The huge wings pushed away the misty rain and fog, and closed instantly, wrapping the two people into a cocoon, and slowly began a transformation.

The moon is full and in the middle of the sky, the soft white silk thread wraps the newly decomposed body and separates from the wings, and the countless silver threads emit a cold silver light under the moonlight, pulling from Bai Yuehui's fingertips to the newborn body .

The silk cocoon peeled off layer by layer, and the person in front of him was the face of Bai Yuehui, exactly.

He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep peacefully, with that particularly moving timid look on his brows and eyes.

"Wake up, my little puppet."

Bai Yuehui bit her finger, and placed a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

Sure enough, the sleeping person in the silk cocoon slowly opened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

"Tell me who you are?"

"I am, yes, it is Bai Yuehui."

"Then who am I?"

"You, you...you are Gesu."

"Who am I to you?"

"Yes, it's mine, you, you are me, we are one person."

"Snapped!"

"Bai Yuehui" covered his beaten face at a loss, and looked timidly at the person in front of him.

"I am your master, master! Do you understand? Huh?"

"I know, I know."

"Okay, stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me, and use your pitiful and disgusting appearance to seduce him."

"Yes."

Looking at the cowering man in front of him, Bai Yuehui always had an unknown fire in his heart.

Ah, no, it should be Gesu.

The last consciousness belonging to Bai Yuehui in this body has been integrated into Cangxi's body and rubbed into the depths of his soul.Even with the remaining consciousness, Bai Yuehui stripped from Gesu's body far overwhelmed Cangxi's complete soul, and he could easily turn his back on this body.

Bai Yuehui is now his puppet, the submissive trash kneeling on the ground in front of him.

He is Gesu now, mighty Gesu.He was Bai Yuehui's creator, and now, he is also his terminator.

Ridiculously, to a certain extent, he was destroying a part of himself.

This part, now, is as hateful as an extra sixth finger.

He didn't realize why he was so angry, obviously love and hate had nothing to do, everything was Bai Yuehui's fault, and he is Gesu now.

All his troubles would be over if only this weak, indecisive consciousness disappeared from the world.

He became irritable and hated the world that gave him a headache.

"come here."

"Bai Yuehui" obediently crawled over and knelt at his feet.Gesu bent down, raised his chin, and said mockingly:

"You look like this, it's not enough to arouse his sympathy, let me help you."

Ge Su's pupils suddenly turned red, and the silk thread in his hand twisted into a long whip, and slapped Bai Yuehui's face fiercely!

Bai Yuehui, who was thrown far away by the whip, rolled on the ground a few times, then lay on the ground trembling all over.

"Coward, get up!"

The whip fell like a storm, and the body that had just completed the transformation soon became shattered, lying limply on the ground, lifeless.

"Hmph, useless stuff."

Gesu kicked Bai Yuehui who had passed out, and snorted coldly.

He picked up the limp Bai Yuehui, spread his huge wings, and disappeared into the gloomy moonlight in an instant, leaving a few falling feathers, which slowly landed on the withered grass.

……

In the night, in the deep courtyard at the foot of the capital, there was a hasty knock on the door.The people in the room got up and put on their coats, held up a slender bronze lamp, and slowly opened a crack in the door.

On the thin falling snow in the courtyard, lay a man covered in cuts and bruises, his messy hair was covered with hoarfrost, the splashed blood dripped into the white snow, and the interlaced scars were covered with a layer of white moonlight.

Xu is the snow falling in front of the hall, the moonlight in the courtyard, and the beauty's pity, covering up a lot of bloody smell, but also showing a bit of cruel beauty.

He was in a trance for a long time before he staggered down the steps and hugged his stiff body in the courtyard.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter the name stuck in his throat.

His tears rolled down unsuspectingly, onto the pale cheeks of the man in his arms.

What to do, I forgot your name.