take care of yourself

The demon and the monk are in a symbiotic relationship, there is no such thing as who swallows the other, Zhuo Yuanshan ignored the nonsense of the demon, he stepped back cautiously, the handle of the long whip was held in his mouth by the white wolf primordial spirit , the tip of the whip hangs on the ground, creating waves in the sea of ​​consciousness while dragging.

"What else do you want to see from my heart?" He asked, "You tell me, and I'll tell you."

The demon's belly exploded, and the tentacles inside rushed towards the White Wolf Primordial Spirit like an arrow, intending to tie up his front paws and drag him towards him, while still grinning strangely: "Do you like yourself or the one outside?" Sword cultivator? Do you love him? What do you love about him? Is he passionate in bed? Have you thought about breaking his sword and locking him in a place where he can only see you? You know he once learned enlightenment from you Jian, do you still use your new understanding on you?"

The white wolf primordial spirit swiftly avoided its attack, and the ripples drawn by the long whip in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled, swallowing the heart demon who had stepped into the trap with one foot. Suddenly sharp: "I hate teaching sword intent the most!"

Zhuo Yuanshan's wolf ears trembled slightly when he was screamed by the inner demon, he stepped back without stopping, thinking to himself: When did Ayao use the enlightening sword intent on me?I do not know how.

"Thank God when he woke up, he felt that you were uneducable, so he took back the sword intent of enlightenment." Xin Mo dropped half of his body and crawled out of the trap, whispering in Zhuo Yuanshan's ear persistently, "He is so cute, I'm starting to fall in love with him."

The lower half of the body thrown by the heart demon tried to turn into red mist, Zhuo Yuanshan tried to send them out of the sea of ​​consciousness, the two forces stalemate for a while, and disappeared from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhuo Yuanshan began to think about the voice of the inner demon.

He has seen the Enlightenment Sword Intent that Ying Yao used to kill Snow Bear, and the Enlightenment Sword Intent that Ying Yao used in Wuliang City's sparring. There is indeed a slight difference between the two, but Faxiu just takes it for granted I thought it was the difference between facing beasts and humans, and didn't think about understanding it.

"When he drew his sword against me because of two mortals?" Zhuo Yuanshan murmured, "I can't be taught, how did you know that?"

No monk relies on force to defeat a demon, but everyone knows that attacking a demon can be used to delay time. A demon who has lost half of his body can no longer maintain that shape with teeth and claws, and can only return to a normal human shape.

It still chose Ying Yao's appearance. Jianxiu's long hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of his head. The dissipated broken sword, blood stains on the collar, frowning brows, looks a little tired and anxious.

Zhuo Yuanshan recognized at a glance that it was Ying Yao who went to Xixue Mountain to hunt down corpse demons, and ended up bumping into the clothes he wore when he was trying on Xiaoyao San in the mortal city, but Ying Yao didn't wear this clothes for long before he changed into She wore a thin coat full of humiliation, and the pair of snake-toothed bells.

The demon immediately changed into the clothes he had just recalled, pretended that his hands were tied behind his back, staggered and fell, curled up and looked at him pleadingly, and whispered: "Let me go... let me go."

Ying Yao would not speak like this, Zhuo Yuanshan had never heard him begging for mercy, Jianxiu's mouth was as hard as his bones, he had to work hard to get him to say a few soft words, this is what he is now Knowing clearly that Ying Yao, who was begging softly in front of him, was a demon in disguise, Zhuo Yuanshan stopped and backed away calmly, the long whip bounced and pierced the demon on the ground.

The heart demon escaped from this Yingyao-like body, left the dead Yingyao in front of Zhuo Yuanshan, and merged into the red mist scattered in the sea of ​​consciousness, covering the white wolf primordial spirit silently, He was dragged into the illusion that had been prepared.

Zhuo Yuanshan woke up holding Ying Yao who had been made into a corpse, and the cold and soft corpse in his arms kissed him with blue lips.

They were in a festively decorated wedding room. Looking around, Zhuo Yuanshan could only see red silk hanging on the walls, tables and chairs, brightly colored gauze hanging beside the bed, and two draped over the back of the chair. A wedding dress that was taken off, red silk flowers and wine glasses were neatly placed on the table.

This was almost a scene in Zhuo Yuanshan's dream, even though he knew all this was an illusion created by the demon, his heart couldn't help but a slight jump, and a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily.

Then he was hugged and kissed by the already cold corpse puppet.

The corpse puppet's tongue was still soft, but his movements were a little stiff, Zhuo Yuanshan opened his mouth for some reason, and touched the corpse puppet's tongue with the sweet taste of almonds.

It's hard to tell if the smell is blood or the herbal medicine used to make corpse puppets, but it's not as faint as he remembered, Zhuo Yuanshan was so shocked by the ice that he recovered his senses and jumped off the bed.

The corpse puppet was thrown onto the bed, knocked his head on the hard porcelain pillow, turned over as if he didn't feel the pain, rubbed his cheek against Zhuo Yuanshan's palm, and babbled at him indistinctly. the sound of.

His eyes were foggy, Zhuo Yuanshan's fingers moved slightly, and firmly pushed away the corpse puppet's head.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there is only his own primordial spirit and inner demon, Zhuo Yuanshan knows that he is standing here now, so the other thing that seems to be able to move is either the inner demon itself, or its illusion.

The heart demon would rather lure him to stop and take the opportunity to drag him into the illusion. He must have come up with a feasible method, at least to make him lose his mind so that he can take advantage of it, so he can't Continue according to the idea of ​​​​the demon.

"I don't like this way of playing," Zhuo Yuanshan said calmly, grabbing the puppet's throat, "Are you going to die yourself, or wait until I crush your head?"

The corpse puppet can't speak, at most it can only make some meaningless noises, Zhuo Yuanshan can feel that the vocal cords under his hands have become stiff, and the long whip winds out from his wrist and wraps around the corpse puppet's neck, instead of lifting the corpse puppet from the Bed lifted.

Zhuo Yuanshan looked at the corpse puppet flat, it didn't seem to understand Zhuo Yuanshan's meaning, it tilted its head and uttered a questioning tone to him: "Ah?"

The corpse puppet's skin is so white that it is almost transparent, which makes it look full of a strange beauty, which is both pitiful and tempting to ravage him roughly, filling his body with a few bruises, especially on it. No matter how hard-hearted people are, they may be moved by the eyes that look like water.

Zhuo Yuanshan took a deep breath. He is still clear-headed and knows that he is in the illusion created by the demon. Although he is not sure of the exact location of the demon, it is an iron law that the longer he falls into the illusion, the more dangerous he will be. The inner demon didn't want to talk to him, he didn't need to face a corpse puppet to kill time, in other words, he had to crush the corpse puppet's head as he said just now.

If you want to refine a complete corpse puppet, you need to trap the primordial spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness before the corpse puppet is alive. After refining, the sea of ​​consciousness becomes a cage, preventing the primordial spirit from escaping and also preventing the primordial spirit from dissipating. Attracted by heaven and earth, but also forced to violate the way of heaven and earth, pulled by these two forces all the time, can only end in a muddleheaded end.

Zhuo Yuanshan never thought of training Ying Yao into a corpse puppet, which seemed to be done once and for all. His long whip felt the master's intentions, and the whip slowly climbed up the corpse puppet's cheek, twisting without warning. Tight, turning its head into a pile of indistinguishable blood and flesh.

The moment the skull shattered, blood and bone fragments splattered and sprayed all over the bed curtain, even Zhuo Yuanshan was no exception. The blood mixed with soft brain fragments poured down his head, blocking his sight for a moment, and for a moment. Finally, the cheeks slowly flowed down, revealing the wedding room restored to its original appearance after losing its owner.

The red silk was worn out and dusty, and the bed curtain was covered with holes of different sizes. The corpse puppet's blue lips were not crushed by the whip, but remained intact. It fell to the head of the bed with a sound, and Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes followed it, trembling slightly involuntarily.

He controlled it well, but still let the demon find the opening.

The heart demon secretly released a wisp of red mist from the heel of Zhuo Yuanshan's shoe, and stuck to the red silk of a similar color for a while, and quietly attached to the corpse puppet.

After all, the corpse puppet was forged from the body of a monk. Although I don't know how long it has passed, it still almost maintains its original shape and does not show signs of decay.

Zhuo Yuanshan stood beside the bed with a face as heavy as iron, after a while he reached out to pick up his long whip, frowning and shaking it.

When weaving his long whip, skillful hands formed several practical talisman seals through the direction of weaving, which naturally included such talisman seals as spotless. Get on the whip.

But Zhuo Yuanshan always felt that it was still stained with blood, and couldn't help shaking it in his hand.

Qi Ling in the long whip is not very talkative, when he was shaken back and forth, he wanted to let him go, but he didn't open his mouth, and it was a little late to prepare to speak when he found Zhuo Yuanshan was shaking endlessly. The attached corpse puppet took the lead.

The back of the corpse puppet's hand was covered by a whole piece of cyan corpse spots mixed with black spots, half of the nails on ten fingers fell off, and the remaining five were also completely black, but they could still be seen in the gaps between the corpse spots. The traces left by his fair skin were now covered by his own blood.

As if it didn't know that its head was gone, it raised its hand and unbuttoned its skirt. Its empty neck was raised upwards, revealing its slender neck where blue blood vessels could be seen. Zhuo Yuanshan couldn't figure out the intention of the inner demon, so he was vigilant. He stopped whipping his whip.

There was a sword wound on the corpse puppet's chest, probably because he died not long after he was injured. The wound did not heal, but was stitched up carefully with thread. Skewers of carrion hang loosely around the wound, and the beating heart can even be seen inside.

The corpse puppet's blood will no longer flow, but it doesn't mean it has no blood to flow. The heart demon will not challenge Zhuo Yuanshan's common sense on these unnecessary details. He manipulates the corpse puppet to put his finger on the rotten wound, The useless sutures were torn apart one by one, and the fingertips followed the rotten soft flesh into the wound.