The Harem Rescue Project

The warm, steaming water rushing against her ears was more obvious than Master's whispering, but every word Master said was deeply imprinted in her heart.

Lin Qianshuang's face was slightly melancholy, her heart was clogged in her chest, and the smell of blood gushed out of her throat. She caught off guard and covered her mouth, black blood spilled from her fingers, and almost dripped into the misty pool.

The Tianshu mirror saved her life, but the side effects also affected her all the time. The century-old skill Mu Weiyin bestowed on her kept her heart beating. Once it was used, it would consume her Yangshou. Invisibility has been cast for too long.

Her heart twitched a bit with difficulty, making her breathing a little sluggish.

Lin Qianshuang closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The ups and downs of her emotions were also related to the premature wear and tear of her body. She had an inexplicable feeling for Master, which was both fearful and a feeling she had never wanted to admit.

When thinking of Han Shengyao, Xuan Luowan's face, Xiao Lanle's face that hurt her deeply, and... Mu Weiyin who left without saying goodbye appeared in her mind one after another.

The faces of those people overlapped faintly, but somehow it reminded her of the powerful man she saw in her dream. She clearly felt strange, but every inadvertent little movement of that man made her very familiar.

Lin Qianshuang watched Han Shengyao appreciating the painting silently, the water vapor in the room seemed to have aura, turned into thick colored ink and merged into the smiles of the girl in the painting, until the wicker chair was empty, Only then did she slowly get up and wipe her blistered, red body.

The joyful sound of wind chimes rang in her ears, and Lin Qianshuang walked back to the long corridor at a faster pace. There was a new painting with wet ink hanging in the air, and she stretched out her hand to flatten the painting. There is no one in it, only the frantic meditation mantra written on it seems to dazzle her eyes.

Lin Qianshuang was startled, and put the painting back. Behind her, Han Shengyao was staring at her quietly.

She turned around, and the two of them looked at each other from a short distance away. The Lord of the Demon Realm looked at her as usual, as if the person who painted her portrait before was someone else.

Han Shengyao said indifferently, "Are you sure?"

Lin Qianshuang's face turned a little ashamed, unable to answer.

A painting was thrown into Lin Qianshuang's arms. Judging from the dryness and wetness of the paper, it was exactly the one that Master had painted in front of her just now.She reached out to catch it, with a slightly surprised expression on her face.

In the painting, the mountains collapsed, and the bloody aura of the dead lower gods condensed into a tangled tree horn, which burst out from the dry soil and turned into a short, luxuriant and ferocious blood tree. A beautiful woman with strange and graceful horns hugged her. Lying on the ground by the branches of the tree and sleeping soundly, the tranquility and peace around her were incompatible with the cruel blood on the ground, and the icy flowers condensed by the chaotic water formed a net, entangled her with the blood tree.

The crystal clear ice flowers scattered on the ground in the painting seem harmless, but they look like a formation.

Lin Qianshuang looked at it for a while with some interest, and the corner of her mouth twitched. The girl in this painting looks a bit like her, or she represents Senior Sister Bai Yueguang, but this painting is too ridiculous, just like Jia Like a high-P picture with a four-fold filter, her ordinary appearance is like a god in the picture, her temperament is noble and inviolable, and she feels ashamed to look at her.

Han Shengyao's voice seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, and there was a trace of indescribable emotion. She stared at Lin Qianshuang's face for a few seconds, and said: "I still want you to rest for a night before doing it." I plan, since I’m so free, I’ll follow along and show you something.”

"That's what I got from Tianshu City Lord. After reading it, you will understand."

Lin Qianshuang followed Han Shengyao to a closed dark room, and when she passed by a storage shelf, a round bead lighted up quietly, making her stop curiously and look at the bead a few times.

Han Shengyao saw her actions in his eyes, and his gaze stayed at her dantian for a moment, "This soul-gathering bead went around, but it still returned to this seat. Do this, Shuang'er, you..."

The face in front of her was complex and changeable, gradually changing from jealousy to love and regret.

"That's it."

Han Shengyao laughed at herself, "It's my fault, so what does it have to do with you?"

Those purple eyes stared at her deeply, as if they wanted to see through her seven souls and six souls, but fortunately, it took only a moment for that compelling gaze to move away.

The hair on her shoulders was still wet with water. Lin Qianshuang was drying slowly with the spell. Her mood was not fluctuating, but her heart was beating wildly. The master's eyes were like the one in a dream who treated her frivolously. People gave her an invisible sense of oppression and shame, forcing her to run away in fear.

Walking into the inner room, which was empty, Lin Qianshuang was about to ask where it was, when the door closed behind her suddenly, her eyes were plunged into darkness, before she could adapt to the change of light and dark, her arms were bent and squeezed to her chest forward.

"Don't move, don't disturb the things in the house."

The hot breath splashed on her cheeks, and her waist was wrapped tightly against the opponent's elbow. Lin Qianshuang was slightly stunned, and then she saw a firefly emitting blue light flying from nowhere and stopped at the end of her hair. After a while, it flapped and flew away.