This period of day and night reversal was the warmest and happiest time Leng Mushi had experienced since her mother's death.
The fact that the loved one is within reach and can embrace each other is even more addictive to them than the union itself.
When they were curled up in the quilt and fell asleep in each other's arms, it was pitch black outside, with no light at all, just like inside the quilt.
Only after Xiao Mian fell asleep did Leng Mushi quietly check the condition of Xiao Mian's body. She felt relieved when she found that the evil spirit was comfortably dormant under the spiritual power flowing slowly in his meridians.
She looked out the window through the gap in the quilt, and she even hoped that the day would never come.
But no matter what happened, the sun would always rise normally. When Leng Mushiqing was awakened by the sunlight in the morning, she turned sideways and found that Xiao Mian was no longer by her side.
She quickly put on her clothes and stood up, and found Xiao Mian in the backyard. He was squatting in front of the stove in Cangshengyuan, apparently preparing something to eat.
The two of them tossed around like crazy for almost a whole day and night, and Leng Mushi was truly exhausted and very hungry.
She smiled, walked to Xiao Mian's back, squatted down, and hugged his waist. An indescribable intimacy filled her heart. She put her head close to Xiao Mian's back and sniffed it. Even the slightest smell made her feel an indescribable palpitation.
"Brother, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Leng Mushi hung on Xiao Mian's body. The joy in her heart briefly overshadowed her worries, but Xiao Mian didn't reply. She smelled the porridge in the pot again. Leng Mushi looked up in confusion and patted Xiao Mian's shoulder, "Brother?"
Leng Mushi realized that Xiao Mian was trembling, so she quickly stood up and turned to face Xiao Mian. Seeing his bloodshot eyes, she was shocked and quickly circulated her spiritual power into Xiao Mian's meridians to disperse his surging demonic energy.
Little did she know that her skillful actions exposed the fact that too much of her spiritual power was lingering in Xiao Mian's body.
Last night, she took advantage of Xiao Mian's obsession and quietly used the remaining soul threads in his body to build a vortex of spiritual power around the Heavenly Demon Pill. Now it has been shattered by the demonic energy.
Leng Mushi didn't care about anything and barely suppressed Xiao Mian's wave of demonic energy. Because she had consumed too much cultivation and her meridians were torn, her face turned pale and her realm was showing a tendency to regress.
After all, she was still unwilling to give up, even if it meant keeping Xiao Mian for a few more days.
She knew that if she proposed to use her spiritual power to nourish Xiao Mian's inner elixir, Xiao Mian would rather die than agree, so she could only use the chaotic interaction to divert Xiao Mian's attention so that Xiao Mian would have no time to consider and distinguish the source of the spiritual power in his body and whether it was due to the close relationship between the two.
But now it seems that this method is futile, Xiao Mian will find out sooner or later.
Leng Mushi watched the ominous blood color in Xiao Mian's left eye gradually fade away, and hurriedly stood up and walked into the house, going straight down to the cellar. She needed to repair her meridians and take pills to heal her wounds and calm her internal breath.
Xiao Mian gradually woke up. He looked at the mushy rice porridge in the pot. He did not turn around to look at Leng Mushi who came into the room, but he understood why she was so gentle and clingy yesterday and why she insisted on staying with him to the end.
He realized this morning that his inner elixir did not break as expected, and even showed signs of repairing. He knew something was wrong.
He cooked a pot of porridge with mushrooms that have paralyzing effects, intending to drink it himself. He had already estimated that he would not be able to hold on today.
But the slowdown in the speed of his inner elixir's cracking made him unsure of why. He even had a hope that maybe... maybe the Heavenly Demon was not as irreversible as the legend said. Perhaps it was because the immortals far away in the Blood Demon Mountain reinforced the seal in time, causing the Heavenly Demon in his body to fall asleep again.
But just now, he heard Leng Mushi's footsteps, and deliberately urged some demonic energy to cover his eyes, and indeed he found the source of the delay in the rupture of his inner elixir.
Her spiritual power brushed through his meridians, as if it had been born in his body, and flowed to his inner elixir, clearing away the surrounding evil spirits, and then circling up layer by layer. She did all this so effortlessly.
Xiao Mian's eyes were blurred. He was too crazy and reckless yesterday. He regarded this romance as the sweetest memory of his life. He allowed her to soothe his evil spirit that was aroused by his confused mind again and again. Little did he know that it was like the fungi growing in the wild or even the monsters and demons. The brighter the color, the more poisonous they were.
She had never been a person who indulged herself in lust, but she suddenly became so gentle and tender. How could he think it was because they were about to part
She was clearly a person who could be tortured by the elixir to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices, yet still be able to crawl up and record the medicinal properties. However, Xiao Mian always had the illusion that she was weak just because of her appearance, which was as weak as other women.
He had thought that since he had eaten mushroom porridge with a paralyzing effect early this morning, even if he turned into a demon, he would be unable to hurt her. Plus with the protection of a blood slave contract, Xiao Mian planned to surrender. At least Leng Mushi could capture him when he had lost his human sanity and give an explanation to the sect.
Xiao Mian knew that once he lost his mind, Leng Mushi would never show mercy to the evil demon just because she was attached to his body.
But Xiao Mian didn't expect that even at this time, she was still lying to him, deceiving him into indulging in lust, but secretly using her spiritual power to nourish his inner elixir.
He already felt that she had exhausted too much energy and her realm was declining.
Using spiritual power to nourish an inner elixir that does not belong to him is like a drop in the bucket. His body can no longer retain spiritual power. No matter how frantically Leng Mushi infuses it, the spiritual power in his body is still gradually dissipating.
Xiao Mian is now a leaky bamboo basket. Leng Mushi is using his own cultivation to do useless work. The final result will be nothing but a leaky bamboo basket.
Xiao Mian reached out and wiped away his tears fiercely, then stood up and prepared to cross the house. He wanted to use the spiritual power that was still abundant in his body to break the barrier of Cangshengyuan and get out. However, as soon as he entered the house from the backyard, he saw Leng Mushi standing there waiting for him with a black whip in his hand.
"That's enough." Xiao Mian shook his head with red eyes. He looked at Leng Mushi's pale face. Her realm had really regressed... Even those pills couldn't slow down her condition, which showed how serious her loss was. In addition to losing her Yuan Yin, she...
As happy as Xiao Mian was to see her when she first entered the country, he felt heartbroken now.
He really couldn't let Leng Mushi continue to be so stubborn, so he had to grit his teeth and say the cruel words, "Let me out of Cangshengyuan, I can return to the formation and live a few more days. Even if you give me all your cultivation, how many days can you last? What's more, you have lost your primordial Yin, and your realm is unstable. You..."
He had barely said half of his words when Leng Mushi summoned the Ink Dragon, and the long whip flew towards Xiao Mian like a snake in the air. The two men started fighting in this small room.
This was their first fight. How could Xiao Mian bear to hurt Leng Mushi? He was forced to retreat step by step by her brutal moves. Besides, he was neither a demon nor a cultivator at this time. Even if Leng Mushi's realm had just declined, Xiao Mian would be no match for her in a fight. Soon, he was restrained by her black whip again.
"What else do you want to do?" Xiao Mian was dragged into the house by Leng Mushi. This time he was really angry. He shouted with red face and sharp words, "Are you done yet? Leng Mushi, are you possessed by a ghost or something? You are crazy!"
"Mmmm!" Xiao Mian's mouth was blocked by Leng Mushi with a cloth. She tied Xiao Mian up and sat him on the chair where the two of them had been entangled yesterday, then put her hand on her pale lips and made a "hush" sound.
Xiao Mian stared at her breathlessly. Leng Mushi shook her head and smiled, saying, "I don't want to hear it."
"I don't want to hear anything you say now." Leng Mushi said, "Xiao Mian, you have been with me for so long, you should know me well."
Xiao Mian frowned tightly, with a hint of fierceness still in his eyes, but he really understood Leng Mushi. Whatever she wanted to do, she would do it and would never give up until she reached a dead end. Sometimes, even when she reached a dead end, she would not turn back.
It is like this for alchemy, cultivation... and even loving someone is like this.
She doesn't care about the consequences at all and doesn't know what it means to let go.
"Let's give it a try," Leng Mushi said, "After we try it, if it really doesn't work, I'll let you go."
Xiao Mian struggled "woohoo", he struggled even more frantically than last night, his wrists were slightly tightened by the black whip. Leng Mushi sat on the ground in front of him, seemingly very calm, watching him go crazy with an expressionless face.
Until he had no strength left, Leng Mushi pulled the cloth off Xiao Mian's mouth, rubbed his cheeks, and said gently: "Brother, don't struggle, you are bleeding, it hurts me to see you."
It was just one sentence from her, and Xiao Mian almost went crazy again.
But when he saw Leng Mushi crying, even though he knew it was her plan and that she was crying on purpose for him to see, he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe just by looking at her, so he really stopped struggling in vain.
Leng Mushi wrapped medicine around his wrist, fed him healing pills, then hugged him and forcefully poured her spiritual power into his meridians and inner elixir.
Xiao Mian's mouth was stuffed again. In the next few days, he looked at the person he loved with great despair, watching his realm regress step by step in front of him.
She watched him and accompanied him day and night, looking disheveled and haggard. She took out many kinds of pills for herself to eat, each of which could maintain his brief comfort and clarity.
The sun sets and the moon rises, morning and evening pass in the blink of an eye. Every time Leng Mushi takes off the cloth that is covering Xiao Mian's mouth, Xiao Mian tries to persuade her, yell at her, or even scold her at the top of his lungs.
He even said something that he would never say to Leng Mushi in his entire life, that he would break off all ties with her and never like her again.
Leng Mushi would remain silent every time she heard it, and then she would laugh uncontrollably as if she had heard some great joke.
Her face was as pale as a ghost, and in just a few days her cultivation had regressed to the middle level of the Star Realm. Moreover, even Xiao Mian's half-human, half-demon appearance could tell that her soul was incomplete.
Xiao Mian couldn't help but think with fear and trepidation about the spiritual threads in his body that had been holding onto his inner elixir.
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