If it were in the past, even a month ago, Xiao Mian would have been ecstatic after hearing Leng Mushi say this.
But now when he heard these words, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
He moved his lips a few times, and finally leaned his head against Leng Mushi's head, whispering: "I'm sorry..."
He shouldn't have pursued her. When she rejected him in the Heart-Searching Array, he should have given up.
If that was the case, then perhaps now she was just like the other disciples, feeling sorry for his situation, and there was no need to feel so sad.
"Why do you always say sorry?" Leng Mushi looked up at Xiao Mian, "What have you done wrong?"
Leng Mushi wiped her eyes and looked outside. The sun was scorching near noon, and even the monsters and beasts in the Cangsheng Courtyard were hiding in the shade.
But the sunlight could not warm Leng Mushi's body. She looked at Xiao Mian, reached out and hugged him tightly, feeling his remaining body temperature.
He was still warm, he was still alive, and as long as he was still there, Leng Mushi would not feel cold.
"Brother Xiao, if you really feel sorry for me, why don't you compensate me?" Leng Mushi leaned close to Xiao Mian's neck and kissed him. Xiao Mian asked in a low voice, "How should I compensate you? Tell me..."
Leng Mushi didn't say anything. She pushed Xiao Mian back onto the bed, then untied her waist belt in front of Xiao Mian's confused gaze.
She said: "I don't know what it feels like to be a woman. Brother, if you teach me about love, you must also teach me about lust."
When Xiao Mian realized what she meant, he immediately wanted to stand up, but was held down by Leng Mushi.
"No!" He stared with two eyes of completely different colors, and struggled and twisted regardless.
The demonic energy around him continued to overflow, his waist seal fell apart, and he actually hit Leng Mushi hard with his head and tried to escape.
Leng Mushi was determined to do it. She grabbed the black whip that was tied to Xiao Mian's body and pulled him back from the ground.
Xiao Mian was shocked and anxious, even more anxious than when he learned that he had been brought out of the forbidden area. A burst of spiritual light suddenly burst out from his body, and he directly broke free from the restraints of the black whip.
This black whip is Yin Yi's magic weapon, named Molong, which is made from the tendons of a water viper. Although the water viper is still some distance away from turning into a dragon, its tendons are still very tough and have the ability to suppress evil spirits.
With his demonic energy, Xiao Mianruo would certainly not be able to break free from the black dragon easily. Otherwise, it would not have been the case that the five-tailed dragon was so powerful but still could not break free in the demon clan's ruins before.
But Xiao Mian used his spiritual power and was able to break free from the magic weapon without much effort.
However, after Xiao Mian used this spiritual power, the demonic energy around him began to run rampant again. He staggered for a moment, and was quickly tied to the stool by Leng Mushi using the Ink Dragon again.
Xiao Mian stared at Leng Mushi, his breath was so chaotic that he almost turned into a demon. Leng Mushi hugged him and sat on his lap. Vast spiritual power burst out from his body again, slowly calming the demonic energy in his body.
No matter how hard Xiao Mian tried to break free this time, he couldn't, and his wrists were even cut by the barbs on the black dragon, leaving bloody marks all over them.
"Don't be like this." Xiao Mian calmed down his guilty conscience and was speechless for a moment.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be obsessed. The most averse thing for a cultivator is obsession. I am destined not to be able to accompany you. Why are you so confused?"
Leng Mushi said nothing, kissed his earlobe, and hugged him tighter. The two of them had their clothes disheveled and were very close.
Xiao Mian was still saying: "Yuan Yin is very helpful to your cultivation, why destroy it on me? I am already... um."
Xiao Mian was speechless. What he actually wanted to say was that you can find another person you love, and then become a Taoist partner with him step by step. By that time, your cultivation will definitely be stable, and if you want to practice dual cultivation at that time, it doesn't matter what you do.
But he was now possessed by evil spirits and couldn't help her at all. He couldn't give her anything and was only a burden. Xiao Mian really didn't want to see that.
As a result, his wrists were covered with blood and his fingertips were dripping with blood, but in the end he was still unable to change Leng Mushi's iron heart.
Leng Mushi was holding a corner of her clothes in her mouth. Even if she read more novels, no matter how detailed the descriptions were, with pictures and texts, they were now just waste paper. A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and Xiao Mian was tortured by her to the point of biting his lip.
Leng Mushi loosened her clothes and kissed him again. Xiao Mian frowned and didn't dare to open his eyes to take a look.
"Stop messing around, why are you so disobedient..." Xiao Mian's breathing was so chaotic that he could hardly continue. If he didn't understand the difference between Leng Mushi's joking and seriousness, he would have thought that Leng Mushi was deliberately making trouble for him.
But even then, he was still trying to persuade her.
By the end, Leng Mushi was also covered in sweat. Both of them were half-undressed, but their clothes were not taken off. Their cheeks were red.
Leng Mushi couldn't find a way under the wide robe, so she simply gave up trying and bent her waist suddenly.
Veins popped up on Xiao Mian's forehead, and he banged his head hard on the back of the chair behind him. He snorted briefly, then gritted his teeth, opened his red eyes and looked at Leng Mushi.
At this moment, his hair was disheveled and his cheeks were flushed. He looked disheveled but handsome. One of his eyes was bloodshot, and the other was bloodshot due to pain. There was a hint of weirdness and madness that was hard to ignore.
He finally pursed his lips and stopped asking Leng Mushi to give up. Now that things have come to this, he...
The evil energy in his body was surging uncontrollably, and his black pupil began to turn blood red unconsciously.
Leng Mushi loosened her bloody lips with a cold sweat, looked up to meet Xiao Mian's eyes, and was so frightened that she grabbed his neck.
At the same time, spiritual power suddenly burst out from her body again, all heading towards Xiao Mian, forcefully suppressing his chaotic demonic energy. She ruthlessly strangled him with both hands until his eyes rolled back and the blood color in his intact eye faded before she let go.
Xiao Mian rested his head on Leng Mushi's shoulder and coughed violently. Leng Mushi gritted her teeth, unable to bear the bumpy ride. At this time, she finally released the Mo Long that had restrained Xiao Mian and wanted to get up to pour him some water.
As soon as he let go, Xiao Mian immediately supported Leng Mushi's back with his blood-stained hands, pressed down on her shoulders with veins bulging, and held her tightly in his arms again.
Leng Mushi screamed and didn't dare to move. Xiao Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief. He tilted his head and kissed her earlobe with a sigh.
“It’s already like this, you…” Xiao Mian swallowed the words “Where else do you want to run to?”
He asked very gently: "Does it hurt?"
Leng Mushi's nose suddenly felt sore. Xiao Mian held her face and forced himself to control himself, giving her enough time to relax, but he kissed her lips without hesitation.
"I want to make myself hurt," Leng Mushi hugged Xiao Mian and said to him between kisses, "I want to remember..."
Xiao Mian's heart tightened. He thought it was because of the toad's blood, but when he looked down, he found that the mark in his heart had disappeared at some point.
The sourness, sadness, despair and confusion in his heart were now replaced by great joy and happiness.
It is hard for anyone not to be ecstatic when being married to the person they love.
But he did not rush to do anything. Instead, he hugged Leng Mushi and comforted her, who was in the same panic as himself.
"Don't be afraid," Xiao Mian said, "I can't control my demonic energy any more, but it doesn't matter, I have an idea..."
Xiao Mian grabbed Leng Mushi's hand, asked her to infuse spiritual power into her fingertips, then guided her to draw complicated runes in the air, and finally pushed her arm to imprint all the runes on his forehead.
Xiao Mian was in so much pain that he wanted to bite his tongue off, but he just smiled palely, then took a drop of blood from Leng Mushi's fingertip and pressed it on his forehead.
Leng Mushi also felt a burning sensation between her eyebrows, and a thin blood-colored rune as thin as a swimming dragon swam between the eyebrows of both of them at the same time.
"This is..." Xiao Mian was in great pain, but he hugged Leng Mushi tighter, "This is the blood contract of the slaves of the demon clan. I saw it in my sea of consciousness when I was in a daze. I swore a blood oath that even if I am gone, if this body dares to hurt you, it will backfire tenfold."
Leng Mushi burst into tears again in shock, but Xiao Mian could no longer bear it. He kissed her lips and whispered, "I'm sorry..."
He wanted her to remember him so much in the future for pleasure, but it ultimately became the source of her painful obsession.
After saying that, he slightly lifted up Leng Mushi's waist, then pressed down hard on her shoulders, wishing he could crush her directly into his flesh, blood, bones, soul, and life.
Leng Mushi no longer cared about anything else after that. She had never seen Xiao Mian so fierce and crazy.
She suspected several times that Xiao Mian's mind was corrupted by evil spirits, but when she held his face, she saw his clear yet deep expression and love that could sweep her up and crush her.
"Don't stop circulating your spiritual power," Xiao Mian kissed her cheek and held her on the table, "otherwise you will get hurt."
It is very difficult for a cultivator to get hurt in this kind of situation as he circulates his spiritual power with self-awareness. So when Leng Mushi got angry, she realized that Xiao Mian's feelings and possessiveness for her were so strong that it frightened her.
But even so, he was restrained. Madness was charming, but the restraint in madness made Leng Mushi crazy.
She is like a small boat drifting in the sea, moving forward steadily amidst the huge waves. No matter she is submerged by the waves or thrown to the top of the waves, she can always be steadily lifted out of the dangerous whirlpool by a pair of big hands called warmth.
Like a voyage on the verge of doomsday, the scorching sun outside the window sank into the horizon, and the moon rose above the treetops before slowly coming to a stop.
Leng Mushi not only did not feel tired, but was forced to circulate his spiritual power for a whole day. He was so energetic that he felt he could still go down to the cellar to refine a pill.
On the contrary, Xiao Mian looked extremely pale. The blood slave contract made it impossible for him to use any spiritual power. His meridians had been nurtured by spiritual power for years and were very repellent to demonic energy. His intact eye also began to uncontrollably show thin bloodshot veins.
But he was lying on the bed, resting his head on the same soft pillow with Leng Mushi, looking at each other closely, and felt that it wouldn't matter even if he disappeared immediately.
But this thought, when Leng Mushi stood up to get some water to drink, began to twist again. He didn't want it to dissipate. He wanted to be with her forever. He had done this to her, how could he just walk away? !
Perhaps it was this unwilling thought that occupied his mind again, and the blood color in his eyes faded a little. When Leng Mushi came back from drinking water, Xiao Mian pulled him into the bed again.
The night was long and Leng Mushi was unable to breathe several times in the quilt. She experienced once again what it meant to be in love until death.
Leng Mushi was on the verge of being driven crazy. Her nails dug into Xiao Mian's back and she did not let go even though she was burned by the evil spirit.
The author has something to say: Xiao Mian: I will hug you at the end of death. Love and desire are the nutrients for me to live one more second.
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I updated it in advance today, muah.